Bruce has set up a makeshift lab in Wakanda, while the world takes stock of their dead and Wakanda mourns for their king. Bruce isn’t doing anything important, but he needs to do something, so he studies Wakanda’s vibranium supply and attempts to keep Shuri busy.
Otherwise, the grief might just be too much for the both of them to bear.
Bruce also tries very hard not to think about Tony and what form of matter Tony may or may not be at this very moment. He’s only moderately successful.
It’s on the third day of the second week after half of the world has turned to ash that Thor brings Bruce a little green snake. Bruce is baffled, but he tried to be polite about it. Bruce is heartsick, though, so that makes everything a little harder.
Then Thor asks for Bruce to see if the snake is Loki, and it takes every bit of willpower Bruce Banner poses to not burst into tears. Thor is so strong and so keen to smile, he makes it so easy for everyone to forget that he has lost nearly everything.
Bruce pokes at the snake without any further complaints. When nothing happens, the grief on Thor’s face is unimaginable.
Bruce begins spending time with both Thor and Shuri, in a desperate attempt to combat his own grief by combatting theirs.
All the while, every second or third day, Thor brings Bruce a small green animal and asks Bruce to see if it his lost brother. Bruce checks every time, with care and precision, but the result is always negative. It’s awful for both of them, but Thor can’t seem to stop and Bruce doesn’t know how to make him.
This pattern holds for a few weeks, until Thor brings Bruce a beaten and battered lizard. It’d been burned somehow and it looked like one of its limbs had been badly broken. When Thor presents it to him, Bruce honestly isn’t sure if Thor had just brought the little thing to Bruce to see if it could be saved.
“Could you check?” Thor asks, the question quiet and hurt after so many weeks of negative results from Bruce’s prodding and poking.
“Of course,” Bruce says softly, adding his portion of the call and response.
He gingerly picks up the lizard, as the poor also looks like he’d been through the wringer, and gives him a quick once over. Bruce’d been right about the broken leg and the burns were pretty –
The lizard fucking turns into Loki. A damaged, burnt Loki who scuttles backward on a broken leg while spitting blood.
Thor bursts into tears. Bruce bursts out laughing. Everyone has their own way of processing grief and shock and grief turned into shock, apparently.
It’s later, when they’ve gotten Loki a little patched up, convinced Okoye not to kill Loki (”He tried to destroy the world!” she says – “He’s gotten better,” Bruce says), and Thor’s eyes were mostly dry, that Loki finally says through clenched, bloodied teeth:
“They’re in a pocket dimension.”
“Who?” Bruce whispers, stunned.
“Everyone. I told him he’d never be a god. He was just a warlord playing at being something powerful. He should’ve fucking listened.”
the world ain’t slowing down // wake up // wild and young // hurricane // jamie all over // love letter to japan // dress // mezzanine // elemental // girlfriend // atlas hands // she // girl almighty
it takes a long time for allison to find her way back to this world – the real world, the one where all her friends exist. the one where all her friends were born and died. beacon hills is empty of familiar faces, and even the streets look different, wrong. leaving it behind doesn’t fix the sense of displacement, weeks, months spent wondering if this is what she came back for. ten years pass before she really notices that she’s nineteen again and again and again and again. her face staring back from a reflection in a fountain in rome is the same face obscured in a dirty mirror on the seedy side of town – of every town, everywhere.
she’s in new york when she finds a reason to be here and not there, someone and not no one. she finds kira yukimura, sleek dark hair and short skirts, her old belt now engraved with a long line of dates. she thumbs her finger over the rut where her own fate is carved and feels helpless to undo it, to take it back. she’s alive, but she’s not quite sure how to take back the dying. not yet.
kira leads her around the world again, pulling her along by peasant sleeves, by backpack straps, her hand, and finally her heart.
this is the story of two still-young girls and their eternal road trip.
Marvel: Are you ready for the GOD of motherFUCKING THUNDER?????? He’s six feet of RAWMUSCLE and his hobbies include SMASHING things with a HUGE, MAGICHAMMER and being a generally SEXY BEAST
The fandom:
10/10 gif usage
The funniest thing is I imagine Diana and Thor would get along very well, and bond over their dads being the head honchos of the gods. Also lightning and thunder! Diana would probably be like a slightly exasperated big sister to Thor at times. Oh and she can 100% lift Mjolnir and wield Stormbreaker.
and we all know how Thor feels about female warriors. he would think Diana is the absolute coolest
“How long?” Deaton asks him once the pack has left the room.
Derek raises his eyebrow in confusion, taking a step forward. “How long what?”
Deaton snorts and points at the window. Derek looks outside and sees Stiles and Scott getting inside the jeep.
“I might not know you like that, but it’s unbelievably obvious, you know.”
And just like that he understands.
“It’s none of your bussines.” he replies, giving a hard glance at his direction before turning back to leave.
“You know he’ll realize eventually, he’s a smart kid,” he hears Deaton say. “Imagine his reaction when he knows you didn’t tell him.”
“And tell him exactly what?” he knows he’s playing a fool in front of the Vet, but it’s not exactly a topic he talks about, less with someone he doesn’t trust.
“That he’s your mate. You might pretend you don’t know, but it’s obvious at least to me that you’ve known for a while now so, how long?”
He sighs and walks to the exit, stopping in his track before he steps outside, tilting his head to the side and responding-
This is demonstrating why you absolutely do not pour water on a grease fire.
holy shit
Okaaaay. If any of you actually have a grease fire in the kitchen put the lid on the pan. It will suffocate the flames. Don’t pour water on it, and don’t freak out. Cook safely!
Or throw flour on it to smother it.
/quick safety announcement
NO, DO NOT USE FLOUR, DO NOT USE FLOUR TO SMOTHER A FIRE.
YOU HAVE TO USE BAKING SODA.
Throwing flour into a fire can cause it to combust and make the fire worse because FLOUR/SUGAR IS FLAMMABLE. One cup of flour into a grease fire can have the explosive force of dynamite.
The reason you use baking soda is that it releases carbon dioxide when heated, and CO2 is a fire suppressant.
REBLOGGING FOR LAST COMMENT TO SAVE LIVES
can we talk about how this is from a tv-show called “do not try this at home” where they tested all sort of stuff you’re not supposed to do, but they only got four episodes because after this experiment they burned the house they were filming in to the ground.
look, it’s hard to serve looks when you only have one hand to do your hair with. sometimes you gotta call in outside assistance.
(Sebastian Stan said, in an interview, that Bucky’s hair was tied up by the kids in Wakanda. So obviously today’s in-class doodle was of that process. I’m not tagging this for spoilers because frankly we’ve known about this since Black Panther.)
theproblemwithstardust 