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What if word gets around that if you show up to sam's house he'll patch you up and make breakfast


Apparently, searching for the Winter Soldier means moving to New York and hell no is Sam Wilson moving to Brooklyn.

"Nah, man," he explained. "I love you like whoa, but hell no. Harlem or bust."

Steve didn’t get it, but whatever. He offered to let Sam have his floor in Stark’s godawful tower, but again: hell to the no.

"I know people in Harlem," he explained further.

He should have known that sentence would put a cloud over Steve, but at least the argument held water for him. That was what Brooklyn was about, anyway. He was going to where he used to have people.

So Sam moved back to Harlem.


At three AM on a Thursday night, the buzzer for the front door of his apartment went off.

"If you’re here to kill me, come back in at least five hours," he told whoever it was through the intercom.

"Sorry, Sam," came Natasha’s voice. "We need a place to lie low."

Fucking whatever. He buzzed her up.

She had a different buff, blonde superhero with her this time. He introduced himself as Clint and shook Sam’s hand. Then he winced and shook out his hand which Sam could now see was turning no-good-very-bad colors.

Natasha shrugged. “You should see the other guy,” she said.

"Other guys,” Clint corrected. “So many other guys. At least twenty.”

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Fifty," Clint continued. "Probably fifty."

Sam repeated internally: fucking whatever.

"I left my straightener in DC," he told Natasha. "Bad for your hair anyway."

"Please," she scoffed. "Straight hair is so last year."


Two months later, Clint showed up with Bruce Banner. A lot of people in Harlem knew about Bruce Banner.

Sam put on the Enya CD he always told people he only had because an ex left it in his apartment. (This was a lie.)

Clint gave him a look.

"Look, Harlem thanks the dude for stopping the other dinosaur dude and everything," Sam explained. "But he is not allowed to break my apartment. I don’t have the funds to build a new one from scratch."

Bruce looked…not green, not in the bad way, but green like sea-sick sort of green. Like a hangover or something. His head was lolling and Clint was basically holding him upright.


Bruce Banner showed up in the daylight hours two days later with Tony Stark. Tony made fun of Sam’s CD collection. Bruce Banner fixed his leaky shower.

Sam thought to himself, OK, this is my life now.

Tony had to help with the shower. It went off and soaked them both and they left wearing all of Sam’s clean jogging clothes.


Steve came by with the Winter Soldier—“he’s Bucky"—in the middle of the night a couple weeks later.

Sam kept the place stocked with first aid kits and poptarts these days.

About an hour after they arrived, Natasha and Thor arrived. Then ten minutes later, Clint and Tony. Then Bruce.

"Everybody gets poptarts and beer," Sam announced as he ushered Bruce in. "It’s all I have on hand."

The Winter Soldier—Bucky—looked so fucking stunned at the suggestion that Sam made a bag of microwave popcorn just to fill the sudden depth of “feed this boy” feelings that had swelled up. It was something he inherited from his mom, no doubt. She was always feeding people who looked like that.

Yeah. This was his life now.

There were superheroes having a slumber party in his living room.




Guys, hey, guys. Do you remember that time that Coulson called Natasha and she ended up forming the Avengers?  Remember how she did that by digging up Bruce Banner and introducing Steve to him then was the voice of reason when Tony and Steve were bickering and then how she brought Clint back from being mind controlled so that they can be a team? Remember that? Remember how the Black Widow out smarted a god? Remember that time she kept her shit together when the Hulk attacked her, even though she was really scared? Remember when she knocked an alien off his flying scooter and figured out how to drive it despite it being extrateresstrial tech, then got her ass up to the top of Stark Tower, found Loki’s staff and saved the world from being invaded by turning off the machine?

Remember how she was the central character of the whole freaking movie?

Anyone else remember that? I sure do. 

#and remember how they didn’t sexualize her #remember how she was independent and didn’t need a male crutch #remember how when loki implied that she needed a man she completely tore him down #remember how natasha romanov doesn’t take shit from nobody #especially not a man

and yet all they asked scarlet was how difficult was it to get in her suit. 

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do not fall in love with people like me.
i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

















I know what they’re trying to say but TECHNICALLY it already happened?

yea, that guy that played barty crouch junior would make a really great doctor

And maybe the rest of the cast could make guest appearences? Madame Hooch could be the last human or something. She’s so badass.

Narcissa Malfoy would make such a cool big fish from space. Just gonna put that idea out there.

Dobby could totally play the Doctor’s psycic-pollen-induced alter ego. Anyone with me?

Barty Crouch Senior would totally kill it as a Cyberman creator and controller. Just saying.

Ooooooh also, bear with me on this one, but Dumbledore would make such a good Scrooge-type character in a christmassy episode. Maybe featuring fish that swim in the sky? Just a thought. 

You know what. When I think about it, Rufus Scrimgeour would make an excellent museum curator. I’m seeing something along the lines of Van Gogh. 

I was thinking, Moaning Myrtle would be perfect for the role of a random-love-interest-whose-head-ends-up-in-a-paving-slab. Thoughts?

Actually, Mafalda Hopkirk could really grasp the role of some kind of nurse who falls in love with some kind of human incarnation of the Doctor. Maybe. 

I feel like James Potter could really capture the role of a campaigner against the Ood slave-trade, who dies for his cause by being thrown into the giant Ood brain by the baddie. Y’know?

I just keep going back to Mafalda Hopkirk. She could so play a great - great granddaughter of her former character in like the final ever episode with the Tenth Doctor. I can just see it now.

I’ve been thinking about this one for ages: what if Filch played this guy who stole dinosaurs on a Silurian spaceship and ended up getting blown up?? That would be epic, he’d be so good in the role.

Mr. Weasly could be Rory’s dad! I know, crazy but it could work so well! I just picture him sitting on the edge of the tardis with a cup of coffee and some sandwiches, looking at the Earth in space. 

[slow claps]

bravo, WhoviHeads. Bravo.

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