this blog is now an archive! follow me on my new blog if you like, otherwise, it’s been great chaps. time for a fresh start.

i’m probably going to move blogs. only cos this one feels cluttered to me and i want to come back to tony. i’ve missed my alcoholic son.
[MSG]:Is there... someone else?
Jealous messages || ballet-and-bullets
[ text - Kitten ]: … No. You’re the only woman for me, Natasha.
[ text - Kitten ]: I thought you knew that.
Natasha shook her head, though he wouldn’t
see that, and she knew it. “No, no. I’m fine. I
should do something. Anything but lay here
crying about something silly. I know it’s silly.”
She gave a sigh as she sat up and ran a hand
through her hair before touching the swell of
her stomach. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I’m so
exhausting right now. This pregnancy is more
difficult than the last. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologise,” he replied, hopping (literally)
into his waiting Audi and starting up the engine, pausing
before driving off. “If the pregnancy’s more difficult…maybe
we should get you to a doctor. Have Banner check you out.
Just…stay there, stay in bed. I’ll be home soon.”
Tony hung up then and sped home, weaving through traffic,
not that doing so was anything new to the man. Parking
and turning off the car, the billionaire made his way inside
and to Natasha.

“If your assumption is that within twenty minutes,
I’ll give in and feed you, you can give up now. I
am used to ignoring grating irritations. Maybe it’s
about time someone taught you how not to be
spoiled.”

“If you think you can undo decades of being spoiled by not
letting me eat – you’re wrong and I have plenty of other
food stashed around this lab. So, you can either feed me
now, or you could deal with the adult equivalent of a whiny
toddler.”
Natasha Romanoff in the new Civil War Trailer.
You just started a war.
I’M SCREAMING BECAUSE THIS SCENE IS ALL I EVER WANTED
This doesn’t have to end in a fight Tony.

Natasha gave him a kiss and moved her
arms around his neck. “God, I love you,
Tony. Tell you what, let’s call Bruce to
watch Larisa, and we’ll get a nice room
and order room service. Just us, just to
get away for a night.”

Tony pulled back and ran his eyes over her face
before smiling a bit, “You’re sure? We can stay
in, Natasha. I don’t mind. Spending time with
you is my priority right now. You know, and
eating food.”
❝ I’m the most intelligent, capable person on the planet.
I’m not playing god. All this time… I’ve been playing HUMAN.
I’ve been doing this for you. For all of you.
I have wasted so much time. So much ENERGY.
To look like you — to sound like you —
so that you specks feel comfortable around me. ❞HOME RULES BIO
sideblog to delilamackenna

"We could be having a moment now if you’d stop being
offended that I didn’t notice you were flirting with me.“

“And yet here I am, immensely offended that you
were oblivious to my charm and good looks. Are
you ill?”
✖ – alcoholicstark ;;

❝ There IS a reason I’m here you know.
A v o i d i n g me won’t solve anything. ❞

“And that is where you’re wrong. Not only does
avoiding you solve every single one of my
problems, I’m not avoiding you, you’re wrong.
Now go away.”

“Oh my God, Stark!” Steve exclaimed, hands flying
up in exasperation. “I swear to God… if you can’t
drop the witty act for give minutes and friggin’
hold this guy…” The guy in question couldn’t help
but throw in his two cents.
“You guys married? I can tell.”

“…You sure I can’t just shoot him in the kneecaps,
because I think he might deserve that right about
now.”

“That vase could build a pretty good chunk of a children’s hospital or something.”

“…Are you suggesting I donate it to a hospital?
Or put it up for auction and then donate the
money? I’m not sure how I feel about either
one of those.”
rorgers