not language but a map

OKAY FINE HERE ARE SOME TEEN WOLF/AVENGERS CROSSOVER FEELS:

in no particular order. 

• the circumstances that lead what i’m going to choose to call the hale pack to spend an extended amount of time in avengers tower revolve around the fact that danny is secretly a terrifyingly competent hacker and tony has been trying to recruit him for stark industries since that thing when he was thirteen. (who do you think got those charges dropped?) 
• tony and stiles hate each other within ten minutes of meeting; this is because scott meets tony first. tony finds scott’s good cheer, total incomprehension of whatever tony’s talking about but complete willingness to allow him to continue talking, and apparent appreciation of tony’s sense of humor gratifying; scott is mostly succeeding in hiding his WILD CHILDHOOD FANBOYING of iron man. stiles, naturally, is jealous both of the fact that scott likes tony and the fact that tony likes scott, although he won’t admit to either one of those emotions—tony, not that he’s emotionally aware enough to know why, just has trouble looking at the babbling kid with the big eyes and more brain than he knows what to do with. there is a lot of pithy snark. 

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takes a lot of love and compliance [antonia stark/james rhodes]

She’s born breech, feet kicking out before the rest of her screams free; she’s born breech, and never stops running. It’s a talent of hers, eventually, bringing the country to its knees with her stilettos leading a charge. She slips out of dark cars with her legs freshly waxed and her calves pressed together, bright red heels making the only statement that matters. 

“I’ve arrived,” says Tony Stark, and if no one hears her, well. That’s not such a problem, is it? She’ll just have to say it louder. 

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my greatest creation is you.

Oh god oh god oh god, okay. So earlier I saw this gorgeous photoset; I reblogged it, and you guys should click and check it out, it’s SO PRETTY OH MAN. letsallcry, YOU ROCK. In case you cannot click, here is what is shown: it’s two images, the top one being Howard in Captain America leaning up against a piece of his tech, and the bottom one being Tony in IM2, staring at the projection of his father’s new element. Beneath the images, there’s this Howard quote from IM2: “I’m limited by the technology of my time, but one day, you’ll figure this out.” AND BECAUSE OF THIS I’VE REALIZED SOMETHING I WISH I DIDN’T KNOW, which, now, we must talk about. 

Just for a second, try to imagine you’re Howard Stark. You’re the best engineer America has to offer, so you’re a genius—hell, for all intents and purposes, you’re the genius. In your relative youth, you are exposed to weapons created by a power source so far beyond the scope of modern technology that it’s staggering; a few years later, you locate that power source, which is still far too advanced for you to make heads or tails of. You do what you can; you help found an agency dedicated to dealing with situations such as these, you learn and design absolutely as much as you can, you apply all of your considerable genius to the problem. You do all you can, but it’s not enough. You are limited by the technology of your time. You have seen war, lost a soldier (and a friend) who you thought to be invincible—you are all too aware of your own mortality. The power source still exists, with so much untold potential it’s almost painful to look at. You could change the world, but you are running out of time. It’s not going to be enough. Even you cannot overcome the barrier that mortality presents. What do you do? 

Well, it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it. You have a child. 

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tony feels, now rebloggable:

couragebitch asked: Hi! I just read your Tony emotion and reward system post and I was wondering how you thought that emotional oddity(?) might have factored in with his feelings about his father?

ALL TONY STARK BEHAVIOR CAN BE TRACED BACK TO HOWARD STARK SUCKING AT PARENTHOOD IF YOU LOOK HARD ENOUGH

but no, i mean, obviously my thoughts about tony stark are not everybody’s thoughts about tony stark (dear the internet: my thoughts about tony stark are not everybody’s thoughts about tony stark, i understand this, you understand this, it’s gonna be fine if you don’t agree with the feels i am about to spew, please stop sending me angry asks about blueberries), but it is my firm belief that the Assorted And Sundry Daddy Issues dictate such a large amount of tony’s behavior that even he isn’t fully aware of it.

and when it comes to the tony stark/things relationship, well, yeah, that’s definitely hugely howard-based. we know, canonically, that howard stark wasn’t good at expressing emotion with tony (“he never told me he loved me, he never even told me he liked me”); we’re equally aware of the fact that tony was a child prodigy who has, as an adult, developed an AI so advanced that it has a personality. based on this information, it’s probably safe to assume that tony, as a child, was a) given stuff far more often than affection and b) possessed of the tendency to develop emotional attachments to things he had created and could, as such, control. because kids in situations that leave them feeling unsafe or unloved or neglected on a long-term scale tend towards wanting parts of the world that they can control, and if you’re tony stark, that’s easier for you than it would be for most other people, for SO MANY reasons. 

so yeah, i think tony’s childhood had a lot to do with it. i think tony got the idea that certain behaviors deserve physical rewards because he, himself, rarely got emotional response at the age when even he was too young to draw cognitive connections, and thus, on some level, figured that was just how things worked. and that shit sticks! it just does. you can rework the stuff you absorbed as a child later in life if you’re willing to confront it and work with it and actively fight it back, but god knows tony isn’t doing that. but, at the same time, i don’t think it’s all howard, you know? it’s also the fact that tony really didn’t ever have ANY peers growing up, because how could you, and thus didn’t properly learn to trust…almost anybody…and then one of the people he DID trust ripped his literal heart out of his literal chest and, you know what, it’s complicated.

which, i guess, is tony in a nutshell: complicated, weird about stuff, paint allllll the things red. 

oh also

ships i came out of avengers: round three shipping:

galaga guy/that dude in the plane going “TARGET ANGRY” 

seriously

galaga guy is kind of selfish and easily distracted and tends to think he’s smarter than the people around him (hence the galaga)

and pilot guy is deeply duty bound and solid, but occasionally bad at paying attention to the more tactically important things like “don’t get too close” 

“i mean,” says galaga guy after the avengers, “tony stark embarrassed me in front of EVERYONE, now all anyone does is watch to see if i’m really working or not, it’s awful!”

and pilot guy is like, “baby, i feel your pain and everything but THE HULK THREW ME OUT OF A PLANE can we go back to my pain now”

sometimes i claim to know a guy but i can’t tell you what his hands look like [bruce/tony]

The Stark Expo, round hopefully-nothing-hideously-awful-happens-this-time, and Bruce flips through his notecards again and winces at the roar of the crowd just beyond the stage. He told Tony a hundred times that this was stupid, a recipe for exactly the sort of disaster he’s trying to avoid, and Tony just smirked and shook his head. 

“The Stark Expo is for the best and brightest,” he said, so many times that he might as well have tattooed it to his forehead, “and you’re both, Banner, what else is new? What do they call that color you go exactly—whatever, it doesn’t matter. It’s definitely bright enough to fit the bill, c’mon, don’t leave me hanging here.” 

Tony, Bruce reflects darkly, is a worse nightmare than Bruce’s worse nightmares. That, when you get right down to it, is really saying something.

To his right, a tech beckons to him, indicating the end of his borrowed peace. Bruce takes a deep breath, pushes down the nerves as best he can, and takes the first step towards the podium. If he’s lucky, the Other Guy won’t come out to play; if he’s really lucky, he’ll make it through the presentation without tripping over his own tongue. He doesn’t dare hope for more than that, because he’s learned better than to overreach himself. Manageable goals, that’s the key. Manageable goals, and possibly some sort of cream to stop his hands sweating—if it doesn’t exist yet, it can’t be that hard to invent. 

He’s halfway across the stage when the music starts; Bruce doesn’t recognize it for a second, and then every speaker in the room sings out, “I’m blue, da ba dee da ba die.” His nerves fade away to an irritation he isn’t used to anymore, something nowhere near as dangerous as anger but less achingly dull than the inner calm he used to strive for, and when he gets to the podium, the audience is already laughing. 

“So I’m here,” Bruce says, abandoning his notecards for the facts he knows cold, “at the behest of a man who thinks he’s so funny,” and in the front row, Tony smiles. 

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