professional frustrations
Coulson claps his hands, the resulting smack echoing around the abandoned subway tunnel. “I now bring this meeting of the Highly Advanced Prosthetic Arms Club to order!”
“There have been reports of atypical behavior. Distraction, tiredness, irritability. Your coworkers are concerned that you’re struggling. One or two, I could brush off, but there is a clear pattern here.” Pierce takes off his glasses, rubbing at the bridge of his nose. He looks sorry to say it, and sorrier about whatever he’s gonna say next.
Steve tenses.
“Captain Rogers,” Pierce says sympathetically. “I know your transition has been difficult.”
“I like to think I’m handling it to the best of my ability,” Steve says.
Pierce leans forwards. “That is precisely my concern, Captain. You’re making your best effort and it’s not enough. You need help.”
Steve has lived through a world-ender before. At least, it was the end of the world for him. Everyone he knows and loves, gone in an instant. The ones who aren’t dead, warped by time and age.
It was not so simple as an instant this time.
the hip holes are just very Kate Bishop [x]
bonus: Yelena over here trying to keep her shit together-
When a piece of media's title consists of the names of its two leads, I feel like it makes a difference whether those names are conjoined with an ampersand, or whether they write out "and" in full. "A & B" versus "A and B" – these are fundamentally different species.
This was in my head all day at school.
just hawkeye things✨
[ID: a digital drawing of Clint barton from the waist up. He’s singing the circle of life from the lion king and holding his dog (lucky) above his head. lucky looks like a golden retriever/labrador dog and he’s wearing a light purple bandanna.
Clint is wearing gray sweatpants, a red hoodie with a silver star in middle, and he has a bandage wrapped around his left hand and across his nose. his bright purple hearings aids are wrapped around his ears and he has a huge grin on his face]