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10/10 chaos, I can’t wait for the Vulture Dimension

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#casual shipper vs hardcore shipper

I can cheers to that.

Favorite Character: *dies*

Me: They'll be fine.

Is it possible to be a fan of a fandom?

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Fitzsimmons: hostages from hell

Friend, I have been laughing about this prompt for weeks – I hope you hadn’t given up on me because I’m only just getting to it now, but I hope this drabble does it justice! This could be a whole freaking hilarious fic on its own but here’s what I’ve got for now.

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They’re so used to being kidnapped by now that when their cab is hijacked while they’re on vacation, Jemma just rolls her eyes and mutters through the sack over her head, “Oh, for goodness sake.”

The news that they’re being held as leverage against Coulson still comes as a bit of a relief, really, because it significantly lowers the levels of pain and intimidation they’re likely to endure while they wait for rescue or an exchange.  On the scale of hostage situations, this one – tied up next to each other on a bed in a motel room – is actually quite cushy.

So, knowing what they know and jaded as they are about the whole thing, Fitz and Jemma decide to have a bit of fun.

It starts out simply enough. When the guards bring food, Jemma belches loudly in their faces and Fitz shoots out a spurt of water like a fountain, grinning at the drenched guards as water dribbles down his chin. Fairly soon the guards draw straws on who has to feed the prisoners. Fitzsimmons can’t high-five, tied as they are, but they sort of self-congratulatorily bump elbows.

They don’t even need to discuss it – the annoying things just sort of develop.

“Hey, Simmons, look at this–”

Fitz rotates his wrist, head cocked expectantly, and the whole room hears bones crack. The guards by the door exchange a glance.

“Ever since I broke my arm in the pod, I’ve been able to do that whenever I want.”

“And how long can that go on, Fitz?”

“Hours.”

They look at the guards and smirk.

They recite the entirety of The Big Lebowski from memory. (Jemma insists on voicing The Dude.)

Fitz whistles the Doctor Who theme music.

They sing – and harmonize on – “This Is the Song That Never Ends”, turning it into a round, developing new melodies, and adding their own lyrics. Every time they pause for breath the guards visibly relax, but then one or the other will start it up again.

They sing for nearly three hours.

Jemma demonstrates frog sounds for Fitz.

“–And this one’s a bull frog–”

“You sound like you’re dying,” he chuckles.

“Well, the lady frogs would definitely disagree with you on that one. This is a beeping froglet–”

“Like this?” Fitz tries to replicate the sound she’s just made.

“That’s quite good, Fitz! Just a bit higher-pitched – there you go–”

“It’s like the class-clown phase we never got to have,” Fitz mutters to Jemma when the guards threaten to duct-tape their mouths unless they shut up.

“Speaking of clowns, do you know what you’re supposed to do if you’re attacked by a mob of clowns, Fitz?” Jemma says loudly.

“What’s that, Jemma?” Fitz echoes, playing along.

“Go for the juggler!”

“SHUT THE HELL UP!” someone shouts.

Jemma collapses sideways against Fitz, giggling.

Daisy and May arrive less than a day after the initial kidnapping, easily knocking the guards out and untying the pair of them.

“I just don’t understand how they didn’t notice you sending messages through your watch,” May frowns, examining the device on Fitz’s wrist.

“We kept them well entertained,” Jemma smirks.

“What’d you do, make out in front of them?” Daisy asks, wrinkling her nose.

“Oh, Fitz, we didn’t even think of that! Can you tie us back up and come back in a few hours?” 

He is inspecting his work

Draw a bird in a construction helmet.

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So we were at a fancy party last night, the EW party. “Anyone who’s anyone” is there, and it’s dressed up and very, you know, Hollywood. And Chloe and I heard a rumor there was churros.  [x]  #aka the most iconic thing to ever happen at sdcc

Diversity photoshoot featuring Gwen’s newest hires, tattoos and endless food for everyone.

Why Natasha Matters

Okay, I am sick of reading reviews and articles and fan rants about how Natasha and her ‘pop guns’ were outmatched and out of place in the final fight of the Avengers.

Because I think that was exactly the point, and I kinda think that some people might’ve missed it.

Let’s leave out what does happen.  Let’s leave out the endgame.  Let’s ignore that.  Let’s look at what is happening here.  Let’s look at this:

Natasha Romanoff: We gotta stop him. Clint Barton: Yeah? Who’s we? Natasha Romanoff: I don’t know. Who’s ever left.

Let’s look at the words of a woman who knows she’s outmatched.  A woman who knows she’s a spy, not a soldier, not a fighter, who has her strength lying in speed and subterfuge and backstabbing.  A woman who is now marching into battle with another human being, two people of amazing skill and training, but two human beings.  

Because at that moment, THEY ARE ALL THAT IS LEFT.

When the superhumans and the geniuses and the gods all splinter apart, it is the human beings who set themselves up to fight, and likely to die, in the defense of the rest of the world.  

It is Natasha, Natasha with red in her ledger, a woman who knows that she can never be redeemed, not fully, who takes her ‘pop guns’ and goes out to fight, because she stands a better chance than the bankers and cabbies and waitresses of New York.  She is going to fight.  Knowing she is unmatched, knowing she is going with only Clint as backup, she is willing to go.

Please take a moment to think about the bravery that entails.  That she is going out with a couple of pistols and a catsuit to fight an alien army.  Even Hawkeye has the advantage of being able to hit from a distance.  She doesn’t.  She’s up close and personal.  She’s hand to hand and short distance attacks and a cool head.  She doesn’t belong there.  She shouldn’t be there.  BUT SHE GOES.

Natasha said that she had skills, she had a unique set of skills, and she didn’t care much who she used them on, or for.  This time, those skills, no matter how unmatched, are used in the defense of the rest of the world.  This time, no one tells her to go.  No one pays her.  Fury doesn’t order her out there. 

She goes of her own free will.  She makes the choice.

When the Other says:

 ”Humans… They are not the cowering wretches we were promised. They stand. They are unruly, and therefore cannot be ruled. To challenge them is to court death.”

It is Natasha who stands for the rest of us.  A human.  No super powers.  No armor.  No amazing weapons.  Just a woman with red in her ledger, and the strength and the bravery to go somewhere she has no business being, to step up to a fight where she is outmatched. 

Natasha is the human heart of the Avengers, a woman who fights a battle she has no hope of winning.  And saving the world wipes out a lot of red.