Everyone Always Focuses On Sokovia And Ultron And Tony's Involvement But No One Ever Thinks About How

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This quite possibly may be one of the best things I have ever read. I love it!!!

Felinette with some cute fluff about height differences?

[Send me Felinette prompts/requests!]

Height differences were nothing new to the class.

Ivan was practically towering over Mylene and Alya was a bit taller than Nino.

The difference between these couples and Marinette and Felix, was that in most cases, the shorter party was patient and understanding and the taller party was helpful and humble, whereas with Marinette and Felix... they were Marinette and Felix.

“Get off your lazy butt and help me!” She shrieked while she jumped at a shelf.

“Miss Dupain-Cheng!” The librarian glared at her after she overcame the initial wincing. “This is a place of silence!”

“Sorry.” She gave an apologetic smile.

The minute the librarian turned her back, Marinette was glaring at Felix again.

“Help.” She demanded in a harsh whisper.

“Hmm... no.”

She growled before stomping off to grab a stool, and practically slammed it on the ground when she got back.

“You know, I could help you with that, Mari.” Kim commented, looking up from his comic book.

Marinette jumped down from the stool, forgetting the book entirely. She came close to Kim’s face, her face full of malice and practically hatred.

“Do you think I’m desperate?” She hissed. “That I need help to get a book off of a shelf?”

Kim was quivering now. “N-no ma’am.”

She leaned back, appeased. “I thought so.”

—

Then there was the incident where Alya went to her house to chill and hang out, and found Marinette crouching on top of her fridge, looking down at Felix who was expertly dodging everything she threw at him.

“WHO’S THE SHORT ONE NOW, YOU HEATHEN?”

“Netta, please...” Felix caught an airborne pan and placed it on the counter.

“DON’T YOU ‘NETTA’ ME, DWARF!”

Alya stood there for a minute or two before backing out of the room and sending the video to the group chat.

Alyabug: Im getting a little worried for Felixs safety here...

—

At this point, the entire class was surprised that the two were still dating. They had all just assumed Felix would have been murdered by now.

Their assumptions seemed correct when they entered the classroom and they were greeted with Marinette standing on a chair, in front of Felix, who was backed into a corner.

Both of her hands were on the wall, keeping Felix from fleeing for his life.

The group was frozen in fear for Felix life; Marinette leaned in and the class did too, expecting to hear a witty quip before she began her attack.

What they weren’t expecting was Marinette whispering, almost shyly, “You look nice today.” Before kissing him on the nose.

“It seems I will have to rethink my hypothesis.” Max adjusted his glasses before typing something on his phone.

—

Now, the class had no idea what to think about Marinette and Felix’s relationship.

Then, something unimaginable happened.

Ms. Bustier asked for the photo binder.

The photo binder that held every class picture they had ever been in; the photo binder that was on the top of the highest shelf in the school.

And Ivan was home sick.

Ms. Bustier went out in search of a ladder and the class was left to their own devices.

Felix was, as usual, was reading a book as the class gossiped and joked.

It had been about a half an hour since Ms. Bustier had left in search of a ladder, when Felix slammed his book shut and grabbed Marinette by the hand.

He lead her to the shelves and let go of her and in favor of placing both of his hands on the shelves.

The class watched as he visibly tensed up and then nodded to Marinette.

Despite never exchanging a word with him, Marinette knew exactly what Felix wanted her to do and she took a deep breath before scaling Felix like a jungle gym until she was standing on his shoulders and reaching for the binder.

Once she had it in her hands, she bent her knees just slightly before rocketing into the air and landing in Felix’s awaiting arms.

The class was rioting. Alya screamed into her phone to all of her blog viewers. Nino fainted. Max started reciting the digits of pi.

It was utter chaos when Ms. Bustier opened the door to a particularly rowdy class with wide eyes, Marinette and Felix leaning over the binder to discuss the proper pictures for the class scrapbook and an unconscious Kim. (He had passed out in awe.)

That week, the class learned a very important lesson; never question Marinette and Felix’s relationship, they may be odder than the average height-differing couple, but they had a closeness that no one else would ever understand.

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Arthur: *does something stupid*

Uther: Merlin how could you let him do this?

Merlin:

I don’t think that we, as a society, talk enough about Uther cc’ing someone on the email

The moment when Steve Rogers thought he knew better than his team if he could do something, so he didn’t ask them.

You know, when it comes to Tony being accused of keeping secrets and “not telling the team about his secret project” in AoU, a lot of people immediately brings up the fact that Steve didn’t tell Tony about his parents as an explanation that Steve fucked up too or fucked up more than Tony, and it is fine, but I think there was one instance in AoU alone when Steve did something worse than Tony.

Let me explain.

Ok, so Tony wants to make Ultron, yes? And he looped in Bruce. A lot of people think he looped him in, because they’re besties or assume that Tony did that with an ulterior motive of talking Bruce into agreeing with him, but you know what I see? Tony, even after his Wanda-induced vision, making a choice to loop in someone whom he trusts to not approve of something which is utterly wrong, reckless and possibly dangerous. Bruce is not some whimsy, who got talked into doing something bad, no matter how much he tries to act like it in the movie (I hate you Joss Whedon for making him act like this). Bruce is a person who messed with stuff he shouldn’t before, and he knows the consequences of that. He is probably the only person who would say a harsh no to Tony if he truly didn’t consider Ultron to be a good idea at all. Tony went to the scientist to get an ok. He didn’t go to the team, because frankly the team is not full of experts in science or AIs specifically, and they got permission from Thor to study the Scepter, and he didn’t object to them using the knowledge they gain in their own projects, so they were in the clear all along. So yeah, Tony didn’t need to tell the team, because he already told the most qualified person about it, and got his blessing to proceed with it.

Steve, on the other hand? He didn’t tell the team that he will bring Wanda and Pietro to the lab. He didn’t consult with anybody else, only trusting his own judgement, because he saw them helping him stop the train, and that made him believe they’re ok.

He couldn’t possibly know that they truly defected, or they just helped him to gain his trust. He just took them into the lab as if they were not Hydra operatives hell-bend on killing the team. He didn’t make a decision which only he was qualified for, because despite the fact he was there when they saved the train, making a judgement like that is not something the rest of the team is not qualified for.

He should have consulted his choice with others beforehand, he should have talked to Tony as it is his lab and his place he brought enemies to. He should talk with Bruce, if not to ask him for insight, then to at least ensure that he would not Hulk out when he sees Wanda. He should have talked to Natasha and Clint, hell to the whole team, because he was the only one who saw the twins doing something good (which also makes him qualified and unqualified to make that judgement, because he could trust his eyes instead of his instincts, Natasha is better for that, than him), and he didn’t have all the info, he couldn’t know if they’re not lying. So with his choice to bring them in, he endangered the whole team and possibly the whole world if the twins were truly lying and killed them all then and there.

I don’t say he shouldn’t give the twins a chance at least, but he should have talked with the team first before he allowed them inside just on the off chance that their heroic moment didn’t make them “the good guys” and was just a once in a lifetime thing which didn’t extend to their stance on the Avengers. They could still want to kill them all, even after helping save the civilians. Saving them doesn’t mean they don’t hate the Avengers or Tony specifically anymore.

[I dunno where the fandom takes the idea from that Steve threw the shield at Tony, while he threw it at the electonics around the cradle, but I remember finding a similar scene in which Steve was holding his shield in his hands when he threw himself at Tony, so maybe there are like several scenes online, or maybe we all are remembering this scene wrong? Anyway, Steve did aim his punch at Tony’s chest. His vulnerable area. Yeah, Tony repulsed him earlier and unibeamed him on low settings when the punch was incoming, but as far as Tony was concerned, Steve brought enemy agents in, and could as well be mind controled by them to do their bidding. He had to stop him.]

Not only that, but he also threw himself with a punch at Tony, when Tony was not wearing his armor and was only saved, because the chest piece came in time to take the punch! He could have killed him or injure him! He doesn’t know how much Tony’s chest can take, he could break his sternum! From the outside perspective, it looks as if he was betraying the team by not telling them about his choice.

He didn’t ask anybody for permission. He just did it.

Merlin: Bird watching goes both ways.

Arthur: That's vaguely threatening, thank you.

kayytx:

jess-b-thot:

steve: tony, i’m gonna need you to focus-

tony: and i needed you.

this one single exchange in endgame is literally everything.

tony saw this coming. he warned the team that another alien threat was imminent. inevitable. but they all dismissed him - steve dismissed him.

the team didn’t think they needed to be prepared or have preventative measures in place; they’ll fight threats as they come and they’ll do it together. tony had warned them that that wasn’t enough; that they would lose. and steve was okay with that; “we will lose together.”

tony said he wanted to end the fight so that they could all go home and steve said that every time someone tries to stop a war before it starts innocent people die.

and then, the avengers were divided. steve left and so did the rest. they were no longer together like steve promised tony they would be.

tony was left all alone.

only tony remained an official avenger.

only tony took the responsibility and weight of the entire world on his shoulders.

only tony was desperately preparing for a war that he alone knew was coming.

and then the war came, just as he predicted.

and they lost, just as he said.

but were they together?

no.

tony lost alone.

on an alien planet billions of miles away from earth - away from the team, away from steve - tony watched helplessly as his son-figure, a wizard, and the guardians all turned to dust around him, leaving him alone with a blue alien stranger.

and with zero promise of rescue, tony had accepted that his resting place would be amongst the stars. he closed his eyes and he was finally ready to rest.

but fate had other plans for him.

he’s not allowed to rest; not yet.

and so tony is brought home. reunited with the team who left him.

and here is steve, the man who once told tony that he was okay with losing, now refusing to accept that he lost.

for years, tony had said they needed a plan, but now, after they’ve already lost, is when steve wants to use it.

now is when steve needs tony to focus. now is when steve needs tony to come up with a plan. now, not before. now, after the work is already done.

now is too fucking late.

“tony i need you” “and i needed you”

that’s exactly the thing, and tony pointed it out.

“they do their best work after the fact.” steve only ever looked back, after something has already happened. he did the work of an a-venger. tony was looking forward. he saw what was coming and wanted to stop it before it was too late. he was doing the work of a pre-venger.

that’s the fundamental difference between the two of them.

what- no i didn’t say anything- *pain*

based on @waytootiredforthistoo 's post - background jegulus

"Even for your four, this is a new low," Minerva ranted, blood boiling as she stared down at her four favorite students, who were all seated in chairs in her office, looking less-than-contrite. "Breaking in to the Slytherin Common Room in the middle of the night? Sticking every single student to their bed?"

"We don't discriminate," Sirius Black nodded, sending her a grin. "Though James's boyfriend will be a bit mad."

"Oi! Shut up about Re-"

"Boys!" Minerva interrupted, trying not to laugh. "This is unacceptable. I have to take fifty points from Gryffindor!"

All four Seventh-Years paused, staring at her. "Fifty?" Remus Lupin asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Each!" Minerva nearly-screeched. "And detention every night for a week!"

"So that's two hundred points total," James Potter said sadly.

"Yes," Minerva nodded, trying not to feel too badly. "So if you-"

"Can you make it three?" Sirius asked, interrupting.

She blinked, quite sure she'd heard incorrectly. "I- what?"

"It's just, we're trying to set a record," Remus explained calmly, eyes wide. "We need to beat two hundred and fifty."

Minerva's heart began beating erratically. No. Surely they hadn't found out-

"We recently came across this, you see," James continued, grinning and pulling a paper from his pocket. "Peter, here, had a detention where he had to rewrite some old detention cards. And look at this one!"

Hand shaking slightly, Minerva looked at the card. On it, written in a scrawl, were the words:

Minerva McGonagall, sixth year, Gryffindor, a month's detention and a loss of 250 points for hexing all of the Slytherin team's brooms. (Most points lost in a single day.)

Sighing, Minerva tried to school her expression before she looked back at the four boys. But she knew it was far too late to do anything about this. The secret was out.

"You're our biggest role model, Professor," Peter said sincerely, an awed look on his face. "A record of the most lost points in a day? We just want to beat your record."

"Yes. Oh, well. We'll have to try even harder next time," James smirked, taking the card back from her loose grasp.

It was at that moment that Minerva McGonagall new she was absolutely fucked.