Sam: Shut Up.

Marvel will literally put a guy on top of another guy, chest on chest, and swear on their life they're not gay. BFFR

Stephen: You slept only for few hours

Tony: I'll have a coffee and everything's gonna be ok

Stephen: You're locked in your lab for days, come on, let's go for a walk or something.

Tony: I'm not a dog.

Stephen: I haven't asked you anything. Go change, it's cold outside.

I constantly think about the fact that Benedict Cumberbatch was the only actor who was trusted with the full script of Infinity War and Endgame, not only because he is an amazing and prestigious actor, but also because of the importance of his role.

Doctor Strange was the only one who knew what should be done to avert Thanos’ snap.

He knew their first plan on Titan would fail. And yet he tried all the same with the same determination.

He knew Peter Quill would mess up with their attempt to stop Thanos. And yet he let it happen.

He knew he would have to hand the Time Stone, a precious artifact trusted to him by his beloved mentor.

He knew Thanos would succeed, wiping half of the universe. The same universe he swore to protect.

He knew he was going to become dust. He embraced death way before Death herself showed up as a test for him to overcome his physical limits.

He knew he would have to trust the remaining heroes so he could come back, which is incredible already because this is not something Stephen usually does. He hates not being in control.

And finally, he knew who was going to die in the process, being forced to live with all the guilt this knowledge could bring.

Stephen might not have the most important role, but he was above everyone else. And no other hero, stronger or not, was in the same league. Because he’s not just a hero. He’s something more.

And in the end, I’m not disappointed that he isn’t recognized as he should. Because it’s precisely what he does. He protects people from threats they can’t see. He’s not out there, being visible for spotlight. He’s always occult, hidden, because while noble heroes such as the Avengers are fighting in the light, he’s the one in the shadows. He’s the one who protects people when there’s only darkness. And that says a lot about what kind of hero he is. 

I couldn’t be prouder.

Billionaire Tony…

Does things like:

Making smoothie for his team

Chopping wood for a teammate

Repairing a tractor for the teammate

Playing paper football

Doing dishes

Tinkering in the garage

Building a bar with his science bro

And does not know what art is

🧎🏻‍♀️

Marvel Studios Assembled: The Making of Loki Season 2 (2023)

Sambucky is on my mind again!

I can only imagine with the metal arm and being a super soldier that Bucky is a pretty heavy guy. And Sam needs to be able to catch his dumbass when he jumps from tall buildings without a plan, so he starts weight lifting to be able to carry Bucky. But that means that he needs to be able to confidently lift like 250 lbs, so he ends up getting pretty muscular from it. Cue Bucky drooling when he sees how jacked Sam is getting without realizing it's all for him.

It’s not that Bucky missed it happening; that’s just not possible with how often he’s watching Sam.

It’s just, well. It’s a gradual change, so slow it’s easy to not notice it happening.

And it’s all the same, because Bucky’s definitely noticing it now.

Sam’s just back from his morning run, sweat running down his face and stinging his eyes, so he lifts up the loose cotton t-shirt he has on and wipes at his face as he greets Bucky breathlessly.

Bucky’s brain kind of, well, short-circuits, blood rushing out and heading south. His mouth is suddenly dry, ears ringing, and he’s frozen against the kitchen counter, his eyes unconsciously following Sam as he heads toward the fridge and grabs the orange juice, drinking right from the box because otherwise he would be too perfect to be human.

Bucky takes a scalding sip from his coffee cup, burns his tongue and slams the cup down, eyes a little blurry, images of Sam’s extraordinary toned stomach and deliciously muscular arms tauntingly flashing in his mind.

He looks back at Sam, who’s staring at him with a raised eyebrow. At least the t-shirt is covering his stomach again, small mercies. Less of a mercy is the way his shorts are hugging his thighs and ass when he turns to put the juice back in the fridge.

God, Bucky is going to walk into a wall and knock himself out, what the fuck.

“Hey, Buck,” Sam says, and he getting closer, actually looking kind of worried now. “You okay?”

Bucky almost swallows his tongue when Sam’s close enough, because he can smell him now, on top of everything else, and it’s edging on a little too much, even for a super-soldier like himself.

He takes a deep breath (big mistake), tries to say, “yeah, I’m okay,” and ends up saying, “when did you get so muscular?”

Sam blinks, opens his mouth, closes it, then blinks again for good measure.

Bucky’s face burns; he wants to step away from the situation but there’s nowhere to go without pushing Sam out of the way, so he stays where he is, the counter’s edge digging into his back when he leans back into it.

Suddenly, Sam takes a step back and looks down, face twisting like he’s embarrassed about something.

“Remember Colorado?”

Bucky frowns, nods, then says, “yeah,” because Sam’s still not looking at him.

“You jumped out the window—“

“I was thrown out the window.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You weren’t supposed to be anywhere close to that window at all.”

“It wasn’t my fault that I was thrown out the damn window!”

Sam takes in a frustrated breath. “Anyway, I had to… catch you and I… I almost dropped you, Bucky.”

Bucky frowns again. He doesn’t remember Sam almost dropping him. All he remembers was how one second he was free-falling and the next he had Sam’s arms around him, breaking his fall and carrying him to safety. He remembers how he just knew that Sam would catch him, how he didn’t doubt it for a second.

“Sam?” he asks, because he’s not sure how this has anything to do with Sam’s incredibly fantastic muscles.

Sam sighs. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re kinda heavy, especially when I’m trying to catch you midair. So, I, uh. I started working out more, lifting more.”

“Oh,” Bucky says. His knees are a little weak, but that’s no one’s business.

Sam’s working out and lifting more so he could carry/catch Bucky. Bucky’s brain is about to melt right out his ears.

“That’s, hm,” he tries to say anything, because Sam is getting more embarrassed, starting to fidget.

“Look, I know—”

“Really hot.”

“Oh.”

Bucky sighs, pushes aways from the counter and wraps his arms around Sam’s waist, pulls him close.

Sam’s breath hitches. “Oh,” he repeats, and he blinks slowly up at Bucky, his eyes getting steadily darker.

“You,” Bucky says, even as his heart races, because god, Sam’s into this, too, “are going to be the death of me.”

Sam opens his mouth to say something about that, but Bucky just leans in and swallows the words right off his tongue.

They can talk later.

Now, though, Bucky is going to kiss every single one of Sam’s muscles.

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Sam: You could have announced yourself.

Kate: Hi, I’m Kate. I’m crawling through the crawl space.

Simon: The best revenge, really, is being nice!

Wille: [in the distance] Or murder.

Thor: The Dark World (liveblog) [x]

I love this moment.  I have to admit, I saw the twist coming a mile away, given that we’d deliberately seen that magic creating real-looking copies in the prison scene not too far back and when they deliberately cut away from a plan, you know they’re cooking up something to be a twisty surprise, but that doesn’t lessen the impact of how great this moment was, when Frigga just casually steals a sword from a passing Einherjar without him even noticing. YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT LOKI DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO PICKPOCKET PEOPLE OR LIFT THEIR WEAPONS WHEN THEY’RE NOT PAYING ATTENTION AND THAT HE TOTALLY LEARNED IT FROM HIS MOM. I’m just imagining all the times when Loki was younger and she showed him the best way to lift something off someone who was marching by versus how to pick the pocket of someone standing and talking versus probably even how to snatch something up while you were moving around with either other, whether fighting or walking together. It was a bit frustrating for him at first, Loki never took to physical things terribly well, but once he’d mastered it, he was truly a master of it.  He never took too many things and kept them, because what did he need for shiny things, when his family has like infinity amounts of money, but he liked the challenge and Frigga always approved when he just lifted something off a visiting guest and then laid it out somewhere where they’d later find it. Loki had the fun of the challenge and the fun of them going WTF WHO STOLE MY FAMILY’S HEIRLOOM SWORD BECAUSE I WILL— oh wait there it is sorry, and he could act indignant on Asgard’s behalf, meanwhile laughing at them the whole time.  And Frigga tried to be scolding, but she was just so happy to see her darling little boy causing mostly harmless mischief.

Tony:...Look, there's no way for me to tell you this. At least there's no new way for me to tell you this. I just don't things are gonna work out. Stephen: That's fine. Tony: [surprised] It is? Stephen: Mmm-hmm. Because I know that this isn't the end. Tony: Oh no, you see, actually it is. Stephen: No, it isn't, because you won't let that happen. Don't you know it yet? You love me, Tony Stark. Tony: Oh, no I don't. Stephen: Well then ask yourself this. Why do you think we keep ending up together? New Year's? Who invited who? Valentine's? Who asked who into whose bed? Tony: I did, but-- Stephen: You seek me out. Something deep in your soul calls out to me like a foghorn: "STEPHEN...STEPHEN...!" You want me. You need me. You can't live without me. And you know it. You just don't know you know it. See ya. [he kisses him passionately, then leaves] Tony: - CALL ME!