Tag: Endgame

marvel-lous-things:

Cevans: so. Apology, right?

Russos: yeah

Cevans: Tony’s apology?

Russos: mhm

Cevans: that’s what we’re acting out?

Russos: yup

Cevans: cool, cool

*2 minutes later*

RDJ: And I believe I ever remember telling you this, that what we needed was a suit of armor around the world! Remember that? Whether it impacted our precious freedoms or not, that’s what we needed. I said we’d lose. You said, “We’ll do that together too.” Well, guess what, Cap? We lost, and you weren’t there. But that’s what we do, right? Our best work after the fact? We’re the Avengers? We’re the Avengers. Not the Prevengers, right? [Carol]’s great, by the way. We need you. You’re new blood. Bunch of tired old wheels. I got nothing for you, Cap. I’ve got no coordinates, no clues, no strategies, no options. Zero, zip, nada.

RDJ: No trust

RDJ: liar.

RDJ: [rips off the reactor and puts it in

Chris’ hand]

Cevans:

ironswordandstarshield:

3000stony:

so morgan stark finds an old flip phone while snooping around and manages to dial the only number on it and poor steve almost gets cardiac arrest thats it thats the headcanon

At first, Steve thinks his hearing is going. But then the nurse points at the side table drawer, saying  “Your phone is ringing.” 

After that, Steve doesn’t understand where the ringing is coming from because his phone is in his pocket and not the drawer from where the ringing is coming from. He has to dig deep inside, knuckles bumping against who even remembers what before they curl around the source of the ringing and the vibrations. 

His brain yells a warning but it’s too late. Steve pulls the phone out and he’s catapulted back to 2016. He’s standing in the middle of a dusty street, at the counter of a small shop that sells these burner phones, loading his number up before he walks down to the post office to drop off this package he’s made for Tony.

Heart racing, Steve stupidly thinks, It’s Tony. Tony’s calling. He flips it open, vision swimming and going hazy when he sees the all too familiar name on the screen. Mouth dry and hands shaking, Steve presses the accept button and hoarsely asks, “Tony?”

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the-great-escapism:

There’s no way Bucky is resentful that Steve passed the shield to Sam. If anything, he’s fucking thrilled, because now he gets to work alongside another Captain America and laugh his ass off every time Sam makes a clumsy mistake.

Like I bet at some point Sam throws the shield and just completely forgets how math works, so when it hits the wall at one angle, it doesn’t come back to him.

Sam, taking the walk of shame to retrieve the shield: I fucking hate my life.

Bucky, wheezing and holding his phone: I got it on video and sent it to Steve.

romanoff-danvers:

Hey fellas, either one of you know which way the Smithsonian is? I’m here to pick up a fossil

Endgame writers ignored Natasha and Sam’s friendship so I’ll just do it myself

Sam was crushed that he never saw her again. He came back in Wakanda expecting his dorky assassin friend to there ready to kick ass, but he never saw her. Once he found out, he was in shock. He’d just been fighting by her side and all of sudden she’s gone. When it starting to sink in, he mourned with Clint. He helped Clint, he remembered how destroyed he was after he saw Riley die and understood how traumatizing her death would be in a way no one else did. Clint and Sam had an unspoken bond afterwards, two brothers who lost a sister. It took months for Sam to stop making inside jokes out of habit of Natasha being there to laugh with him. Everytime he was answered with silence the grief hit all over again. Sam took even longer to not instinctively ask for her help or make sure she’s okay over comms when in a fight. No one said anything though, they’d just move on instead of correcting him. Steve growing old was hard on Sam, his best friends vanished so suddenly. He missed Steve, his Steve, the reckless dumbass he’d follow to the end of the earth. But Natasha’s death left more of a hole in him though. Steve got to live his life. He married, grew old, he got to be happy. Sam missed him but was happy for him. Knowing Natasha, he could guess how she must have been suffering over those five years. She died without getting to live, she led a desperate team when others left. He asked Rhoedy about how she had been over those years, they ended up talking for hours about her. Sam was proud of Natasha, she never gave up on being good and stayed strong when no one else stepped up. But he regreted not being there to tease her, to get her allow herself to express how she feels, to stay in the compound as much as he could so she’d not be lonely, to just be there for her. He felt like he failed her, even though it wasn’t his fault. He’d lost a part of him, he’d lost his sister and he missed her. After over a year, Sam visited D.C. again. He went to the spot where they met. A tree by the road, to anyone else it was just a tree, but to Sam it was where he met Natasha. He left a small figure of a dinosaur skeleton at the base of the tree. Sam finally found that fossil she was looking for, and left it for her to pick up someday.