I'm just listing things they remind me of, which may or may not make sense to you. i also didn't do a lot of them i'm sorry
Steve: The hiss of a grill, the snapping of a flag, the smell of fresh-mown grass, the clicking of a record player, the glare of the sun, a flannel shirt, a thick, familiar book, the smell of paint, a small plant, a too bright lamp, a tricycle, the splashes at a pool, a humid day, ice cream dripping onto your hands, new sneakers
Bucky: The scratch on a record player, the rain on a tin roof, cats fur, a desk cactus, being knee-deep in a river, warm blankets and pillows, sea salt, rough plaster walls, the smell of burnt toast, an ancient diary, stained Converses, string wove around your fingers, a game of solitaire, bass tones pumping through a car, a quiet reading nook
Natasha: The smell of gunpowder, a flickering street light, a clean paint palette, white sound, unopened boxes, the creak of a rusty door, sunken couches, blood on marble floors, cold metal rings on fingers, black curtains drawn over a window, distant music, a mouthful of cinnamon, antique chairs that you don't dare sit on
Tony: The earsplitting roar of a crowd, the clink of coins, the texture of a velvet suit, ornamental doorways, breaking the seal of a test booklet, lead pencils lined up on a desk, cards tapping on the edge of a table, oversized diamond rings, blinding camera lights, shoes scuffing linoleum, fingers tapping on a keyboard
Thor: Thunderous applause, exhaust from pick-up trucks, the hair on your arms standing up, coarse blankets, wind and rain, a warm fireplace, faded hoodies, wood shavings, bracelets clinking together, condiments spilling out of a sandwich, colored ceiling lights, old book smell, rushing waves, rusty hinges
Clint: The snap and pop of a campfire, the smell of manure and hay, the feel of handsewn sweaters, the scratch of unsanded wood, the sound of arrows firing, the laugher of small children, the barking of kind old dogs, the dirt between your fingers, graphite pencils on paper, a checkers game, worn boots, open woods
Bruce: Dust floating through the air, light shining in from cracks in the ceiling, fingerprints on glasses, paint chipping off a wall, cold tiles beneath your feet, holey socks, battered books, ground coffee smell, noise-canceling headphones
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Avengers As...
FanfictionWhat if the Avengers were ABBA songs? Or had Furbies? Or drank protein shakes? Thankfully, I'm way too into fanon so I know all of this and more, so please read this, my account in dying qwq I obviously don't own the Avengers or Marvel, and credit t...
