When Zuko is a child, his mother wakes him up in the middle of the night, picks him up in her arms, and runs away.
They keep running.
He’s sixteen when the strangest group of people he’s ever seen track him down. “We need your help!” a Water Tribe girl says. “The Avatar needs a firebending teacher. We – we heard you do that. Teach firebending, that is.”
It’ll be easy, his mother had said. It’s good money, she’d said. Something low profile and small, she’d said.
He can’t wait to see what she says when he brings this group home.
Sebastian Stan on the set of Avengers: Infinity War (x)
You cannot convince me that Eliot Spencer isn’t Bucky’s grandson.
😳
HEADCANNON ACCEPTED.
Look, I’m not saying that this is 100% the sort of fic that @copperbadge would write except that is exactly what I’m saying
HAPPY SATURDAY
Parker and Hardison knew Elliot had finally settled when he disappeared for a couple of days and returned with a carefully packed crate of herb plants in decorative pots and a small fireproof safe full of photographs.
Well, technically they knew he’d really settled when he unpacked the photographs and hung them up in the kitchen. (By this time Parker had already accidentally killed the paprika plant.)
“Who’s that?” she asked, sitting on the counter, watching Elliot carefully hang a photograph of a beautiful, dangerous-looking woman next to the refrigerator (far from the heat and splatters of the stove).
“Granny Peggy,” Elliot said, and gave no extra information, as if the name itself was sufficient.
“Your grandma?” Parker asked.
“Sorta how Hardison’s Nana is,” Elliot said.
“I hear my name?” Hardison yelled from the other room.
“Come look, Elliot’s Sharing Things,” Parker called. Hardison’s head popped into the kitchen.
“Like snacks?”
“Look, that’s his Granny Peggy,” Parker pointed.
Hardison stared at Elliot. “You are Peggy Carter’s grandson?” he asked.
“No! We just called her that. Also how the hell do you know who Peggy Carter is?” Elliot said, at the same time Parker squeaked, “I thought Peggy Carter was a myth!”
These are both old asks, for which I am so sorry!!, but. Like. I promised myself I wasn’t going to think about it any more, or at least not until I was done with lots of things, but I LIED.
(Also, @ first anon, in my brain, it would be the other way around – Ed would do everything in his power to deter Al from enlisting, because he’d be so terrified that even if Al didn’t face brushes with death every other day in the military, the whole ideology might poison everything that makes him so very Al. I think Ed thinks he’s too cynical to be bothered by it, at least at the start, but he’d be SO worried that the guard dog gig would tear Al apart.
…but ofc Al is the only person on the planet more stubborn than he is, so even attempts to openly sabotage Al joining up would fail. XD
He would 150% try to put himself between Al and every possible source of danger, though, omfg. The armor would be beat to shit in this AU.)
ANYHOO, I have no idea how long it’s going to take me to get to writing this properly, if I ever do, so here’s a 1,400-word scene I banged out one random day in January because I just couldn’t help myself. :’|
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