Avengers Land Fics, Icons and Art.
Here is everything else of interest I made for avengers_land that I didn't post in this journal.
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"Coulson Lives!" badge:
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R.I.P. Coulson fanmix: You Still Believed in Heroes
Knockin' On Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan
Take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark to see
I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door…
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Yesterday Once More - The Carpenters
Those were such happy times
And not so long ago
How I wondered where they'd gone
But they're back again
Just like a long lost friend
All the songs I loved so well…
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All I Need - Matchbox 20
Everywhere someone's getting over
Everybody cries and sometimes
You can still lose even if you really try
Talking about the dream like the dream is over
Talk like that won't get you nowhere
Everybody's trusting in the heart
Like the heart don't lie…
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Doomsday - Murray Gold
(Instrumental)
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My Immortal - Gregorian
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase…
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Optimus - Steve Jablonsky
(Instrumental)
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Be Still - The Fray
When darkness comes upon you
And covers you with fear and shame
Be still and know that I'm with you
And I will say your name…
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Knockin' on Heaven's Door - Vitamin Strong Quartet
(Instrumental)
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Nick Fury short fic:
“I’m going to ask you something personal,” Tony Stark warns. Nick Fury supposes that Stark thinks he should be grateful he’s not diving in with the personal questions as usual. “How did you lose your eye?”
In his blind spot, Fury can hear Steve Rogers’ chair creek as he shifts, uncomfortable with the personal topic. It seems sometimes that Tony is happy to talk about everyone’s issues except his own.
“Why do you want to know?” Fury asks.
“Curiosity. I could easily have Jarvis look it up for me, but since I have you here and we’re not talking strictly business for first time in forever, I thought I’d ask.”
Fury sighs a little to himself, regarding Tony Stark critically. He doesn’t feel he has a choice, and he doesn’t like that. But… Tony has come back from his latest mission with a bad limp. Fury can tell he’s itching to get into his workshop and improve his suit again, but Pepper is forcing him to rest. Captain Rogers is quiet and Fury can feel him looking at him. Steve wants to know too, but isn’t feeling forward enough to ask himself. Fury decides to give in this one time. Sharing personal information from his own mouth is better for the team than having it recited by an A.I. reading electronic copies of old reports.
“In my younger days, I was in a unit of US Army Rangers. The enemy threw a grenade. I caught it and threw it back. It blew up in mid-air and I caught some of the shrapnel in my face. The doctors said that they’d be able to save my eye, but the surgery would put me out of the fight for too long. I was young and stupid, so I told them to forget it and slapped an eye patch on.”
Tony smirks a little at the story. Fury’s recount has lived up to whatever expectations Tony has of him. Fury glances at Rogers, who also looks impressed. “They promoted me after that,” Fury continues, “but it took them some convincing to let me participate in any more actual combat. Seems they thought missing an eye would affect my depth perception.”
“Hasn’t it, sir?” Steve asks.
“Yes, but I compensate," Fury says. "I learned back then what everyone else on this team, including you, also know - we don’t let our weaknesses stop us from doing our jobs.”
Neither Tony nor Captain Rogers can disagree with that.
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Short angsty Bruce Banner fic. WARNING for themes of suicide. Set before the Avengers.
He thinks it should probably be a bad idea to read the news reports after one of his... episodes. The numbers of the injured, how many hundreds of thousands or millions of dollars of damage done. Sometimes he reads them anyway and every number, every terrified scream he remembers hearing, eats away at his soul.
He doesn't usually remember most of what the Hulk - The Other Guy - does. (Saying 'Hulk' to Bruce now is like saying 'bear' or 'the devil' was in the old days - the fear is so great that it's believed the name of the monster alone is enough to summon it.) What Bruce remembers of the rampages he sees through a red-green haze of anger. The Other Guy is pure reaction, and rises up when Brice is in danger whether Bruce wants it to or not. After that, everyone and everything even the slightest bit threatening must be destroyed. That includes terrified humans, their eyes wide with fear, fleeing for their lives.
The Hulk remains deaf to Bruce's screaming.
One night, Bruce is a victim of a mugging and stabbing while trying to buy some food and his attackers are victims of the Hulk. During the rampage, he knocks over a woman who was only in the wrong place at the wrong time. The Hulk pays her no attention at the time, focused as he was on chasing the muggers. Bruce reads the next morning that the woman was pregnant. She survived, but suffered a miscarriage.
It's the final straw. So many innocent lives ruined because of him. It has to stop.
He never considers turning himself over to the army. All that would do is endanger soldiers' lives. The army can't kill him. God knows they've tried. Bruce doubts poisons would work. They're too slow. The Other Guy comes when Bruce's body senses danger. He'll have to be fast, faster than the transformation. Bruce comes to the conclusion that a bullet directly to the head would be the quickest way. The change usually takes several seconds. There’s no way, he assumes, that the Other Guy would be fast enough to stop that. By then, the bullet would be either deep in his brain or out the other side. The Hulk is fast, but he’s not faster than a bullet. Yes, this could work.
It’s easy enough for Bruce to find a gun and some ammo. He considers writing a note to say sorry and good bye, but who does he have to say good bye to? Betty? Bruce is pretty sure that Betty Ross has given up on him by now, plus he had long ago made his peace that he would never see her again. Saying sorry is no good either. How can he possibly apologize for everything the Hulk has done?
So no note then. Let his body be the suicide note.
Bruce takes a deep breath, thinking of all those failed meditation classes. Fat lot of good those turned out to be, but maybe they can keep him calm long enough to pull the trigger. He puts the gun in his mouth. The metal is cold and it tastes awful. He can feel a horrible, but familiar stirring deep in his primal hind brain, where the Other Guy sleeps. His life is in mortal danger and with a sudden burst of adrenaline he can feel himself start to change.
Bruce panics and pulls the trigger.
He feels blinding pain in his mouth and head. His ears are ringing. His heart is jackhammering against his ribs. The last thing he remembers this time is the feeling of spitting something small and metallic out of his mouth, the clink of it bouncing off of something unseen is a few octaves different than the ringing in his ears.
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The images are from Matt Fraction's Hawkeye series and the quote is from Avenging Spider-Man Vol 1 #4. (Spidey and Hawkeye team up. It sounds awesome and I wanna read it. XD)
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Amnesty fic about Bruce, Tony and Gen. Ross. Set after The Avengers.
Bruce was feeling paranoid. After the big battle in New York, the Hulk was exposed to the general American public consciousness once again. As he told Tony Stark, the last time he was in this city, he “broke Harlem.” What he didn’t tell him, but he assumed Stark knew, was that he had to flee for his life after that. He managed to find a place to stay, at least for a little while, and to work on piecing together his soul so he could someday come to terms with The Other Guy.
Tony had been extremely generous - more so than Bruce expected him or anyone to be. He gave him a place to live and work in Stark Tower. He wasn’t afraid of the Hulk - not really before and certainly not now.
“According to Thor and Cap, you saved my life,” Tony told him.
“The Hulk saved you,” Bruce corrected. He felt odd thinking it, let alone saying it out loud.
“No, you did. You and the Hulk are basically the same guy now, and that’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
Nothing Bruce said could sway Tony to think any differently.
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One day, while Bruce was in Stark’s lab enjoying some elemental biology and Tony was repairing a broken microscope, there was an announcement from JARVIS. A screen lit up with security camera footage and military information.
“Sirs, General Ross is at the front gate. He strongly wishes to speak with Doctor Banner. There are several heavily armed soldiers with him.”
“Oh no,” Bruce thought, “oh, no, he’s found me. He’s going to take me away and lock me up again and people are going to get hurt…”
Tony saw Bruce’s expression and gave him a little smile. “It’ll be okay. Let me do the talking.” He looked off into space. “Let him in, JARVIS, but only General Ross, if possible.”
“Yes sir.”
Tony waited in the hall just outside the lab. Bruce was still inside, trying to keep calm. He wished he could shrink himself down, but in the past, it always felt like the smaller he wanted to make himself, the bigger he always became. He could see General Ross coming, but he wasn’t sure the general could see him. His soldiers waited at the end of the hall. They reminded Tony and Bruce of German shepherds. There certainly was a guard dog quality to them.
“Stark!” Ross growled.
“General Ross, how have you been?” Tony offered his hand, but the general ignored it.
“Where is he?”
“Where is who?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Stark. Where is Banner?”
“He’s around.” Tony shrugged. “Why do you want to see him so badly?”
“The Hulk was let loose on New York City. It’s time that monster was brought in.”
“Okay, A: The Hulk saved a lot of lives in New York, including mine, and B: what exactly are you planning on doing with him if I turned him over to you?”
“That’s classified.”
“I’m sorry, general… no, that’s a lie because I’m not sorry at all. Just in case you didn’t get the memo, Doctor Bruce Banner has been granted amnesty by Nick Fury and SHIELD. If you want to argue, take it up with them. Neither you, nor your buddies are going to lay a single finger on his sometimes green skin.”
“The Hulk is dangerous-“
“Everyone is dangerous, general.”
“Not everyone can destroy a tank with one hit.”
“I can.”
Bruce couldn’t see Tony’s face, but he supposed there was something showing on it that made the general back down. “This isn’t over, Stark.”
“Yeah, it is. Now get out of my house.”
After the general and soldiers stormed out, Tony re-entered the lab. Bruce was wringing his hands, relieved. “Thanks, Tony.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m used to skipping rope with the military. You’re safe here, Bruce. I wasn’t kidding about that amnesty thing.”
Bruce smiled and the two men got back to work.
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So there we go. More Avengers stuff will come in a few months.
EDIT TO ADD: I made the top 5 for most points earned across the whole comm. XD
