herdivineshadow asked: What if Steve Rogers DID have a tumblr tho? To like... pass the time while being flown in for missions. Would there be lots of Avengers fanart rebageld?Would there be cute puppies? Would there be food tumbls? Would there be a "this is how you draw hands" post?
I somehow missed this important missive from Rachel and now I am having 1034874905685 feelings. Nat stealing Steve’s phone like ‘hey what are you looking at’ so she can tease him and then both of them getting really into mermaid fandom, Steve shyly starting an art blog and everyone being like ‘wow u draw the Avengers so good this is really true’ and him never mentioning it, Steve starting a new unflattering Tony Stark meme every week, Steve making a blog of pictures from newspapers of the Hulk with googly eyes stuck on, to cheer Bruce up, Steve nightblogging, 75% asleep and banged up on the way back from a mission like ‘do u ever look at ur friends and just think about what pizza they would be?’
Day Twenty-Five: Sensory Deprivation
“Sensory deprivation,” Loki had said, and Tony had thought, Yeah, that sounds like a hoot. Loki had insisted on establishing a safe word, and Tony hadn’t particularly comprehended his adamance.
He really hadn’t realized.
He hadn’t realized how intense nothing was.
Maybe it was more so because Loki did it with magic. No blindfolds, no white noise. Just a word and a gesture and a world of blackness and silence. Lukewarm air that didn’t move against skin. The cloth of his clothes and the bed under him seemed to be gone, so there was no texture. No input.
He was left for a while like that, while his senses tried and tried to adjust to lack of stimulation, eyes working to settle far enough to find a little grey among the black, ears searching for the slightest inconsistencies in the silence. Skin starting to pick out the pressure of the air around him as a sensation unto itself, like floating in water.
VENGEFUL FEELS-COMPLETED-SUCK ON IT
I will destroy your emotions one by one and feed off your hopelessness!
“This is bullshit Fury!” Tony snarled, fighting against the two SHIELD agents holding him back in the hospital ward. “You can’t do this!”
“We don’t have a choice.” There was no rancor in his voice. No personal anger. Merely a dour resolve to the task ahead. He nodded to the heavily armed men behind him and they opened the door, two more blocking it to keep anyone from interfering.
“What is this?” Came the frightened voice from inside. “What are you doing here? Anthony?” Pitched and frightened, it was a call for help from no one but him.
And there wasn’t a thing Tony could do about it.