no-one rocks a tank-top like the captain.

the blonde rose to her feet, dusting off her suit. ❝well, if it isn't my number-one fan.❞. she looped her arms around kamala's waist and lifted her off her feet, whirling her around a few times before setting her back down. ❝how's it going, kiddo?❞.

it's that time of night, where she heads to the 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧'𝙨 bedroom to steal their shirt.

she's channeling her inner hawkeye.

she's starting her day with a stretch.

RT @LONEWOLF_LSK: 𝑳𝑺𝑲 | 𝑇𝐸𝑀𝑃 𝑃𝐼𝑁. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙

RT @WithAMetalFist: “𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠, I’ve been where you are. You can run but it doesn’t go away. Sooner or later it catches up to you, and when it d….

⠀⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝚂𝙴𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙰𝚈. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

— million donuts and never get sick of 'em. they're one of the best invention ever created.❞.

the blonde pulled out a chair, its legs scraping across the floor. it made the most god-awful screeching sound. hell, it was worse than nails on a chalkboard. she sat down and propped an elbow on the table, chin in hand, fingers digging into her cheek. ❝i could eat a —.

gloved hand reached up to ruffle marcus' hair. she only did it because she 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 how much he hated when it was a mess. her fingers slid through his hair easily, and she messed it with a laugh.

the blonde let out a snort, amused at their attempt in scaring her. clearly, it didn't work, but points for effort. ❝cute.❞.

the blonde turned to fully face colton, index finger pointing at the open box of donuts on the table. ❝care to share?❞.

side-eyes the 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.

lazy sunday = no pants day.

ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴠɪᴇᴡ:                     ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴠɪᴇᴡ:

RT @SENTRYSCONFRACT: : robert " bob " reynolds .

❝john walker should be captain taco, since he has a taco-shaped shield.❞.