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OC Mannerisms (part 2)

because...well now I have more OCs... and @nightwingshero has specifically requested the boys... Here we go...

Mary Jane’s are here BTW

Michael “Mac” MacKenna -

How they smile

Mac doesn’t smile often, it has to be something either that makes him genuinely happy (which is rare) or something that is actually highly amusing to him. But on said rare and mythical occasion that Mac smiles it’s a very broad and infectious smile, sometimes accompanied by a laugh or snarky chuckle. He has kind of a crooked smirk that he does as well when he finds something slightly amusing but it doesn’t warrant an actual full on smile.

What their “tell” is for lying

The MacKenna family moto should be “We lie often and well” , Mac has no real obvious tell for lying because at any given time he is trying to maintain at least three to four different lies all at once...even with his own family. The only time there is anything remotely close to a tell when he does lie is when he is found out or someone is close to the truth he is trying to hide (usually Mary Jane) he will shift his weight and look away, almost like a young child would, and quickly try to change the subject which only rarely actually works.

Posture

For the most part he appears to be mostly a relaxed type of guy in spite of his stint in the military. Very confident and sure of the fact that he could physically take just about anyone if he had to so he worries very little about trying to prove what a big man he is. He is a big guy, standing just over six foot and a pretty fit guy, he is an imposing figure and knows it. There is a certain amount of arrogance in the way he carries himself, shoulders back, head high. Little makes him afraid. When he sits, he man spreads a bit, usually draping his arm over the back of couch and taking a good amount of space because he really only lets few people close to him.

Volume of speech, if they’re verbal

Mac is not a loud guy as a rule, actually fairly soft spoken... though he swears just about every other word out of his mouth. His tone is tone is usually pretty even in conversation, if you start to even hear that change you need to just run and hide. If he yells, it is a startling thing to witness because if he has to raise his voice that loud, it’s a serious situation. Overall Mac is not a huge talker, one of the few people who can get anything out of him is Mary Jane because she will just poke at him till he finally tells her what she wants to know.

Nervous tics

Cracks his knuckles... this is habit he has had since childhood. It drove his mother up a wall and he started doing it more to purposefully annoy her but it became something that became second nature. He is starting to have problems with his hands as he is getting older because of this and had tried to stop himself but it’s something he can’t seem to shake. He is also a bit of a chain smoker, particularly if he is stressed out and he often uses going out for a smoke as a way to avoid a situation that he wants to avoid.

How much eye contact do they make

Not as much as you would think, he tends to watch the room. Even when he talking to someone. It’s only when is speaking on something he considers important that he will look someone in the eye. He finds it very difficult to look people in the eye as it feels like they will see all his secrets so he avoids it when he can.

In a group conversation, how close do they stand to others? Are they off to the side just listening and occasionally speaking or are they right next to people?

Mac is always the one off watching the group and rarely adding things to the conversation unless someone specifically addresses him by name. He likes to be more of the watch, assess the situation and listen person because eventually in most of the situation he finds himself in these type of group conversations, Mary Jane will come to him after and ask his opinion on what he saw. He watches body langue and listens to peoples tones to be able to get a good read on them and their intentions.

When standing, what do they do with their hands? Talk with their hands, cross their arms, put hands in pockets, prop up against the wall, etc

Almost always stands with is his arms crossed in front of him in a defensive stance. Though he will lean on the wall on occasion if he is having a causal conversation with one of his siblings. He tries to appear very much a “presence” when standing, because a lot of of the time he will be standing behind MJ at events, almost like her body guard so he wants really put on the “don’t mess with” me vibe.

The sound of their footsteps

Mac is a big dude, who usually is wearing combat boots or work boots so he isn’t what you call “light on his feet” you can you usually hear him coming, which is usually his aim. He is not the sneak up on you and get you type of guy, Mac wants you to know he is coming and he wants you to be afraid.

Nonverbal greetings: do they wave, nod, hug, glare, punch, high five, something else?

Mac is a head nod guy, like he isn’t the type to shout across the room to greet anyone, even his siblings. For the people he is closest with occasionally he will hug them, mostly MJ, but he does the “bro shoulder clasp” with Sean, John and Bobby. If he doesn’t like you there is a strong chance, he will greet you a with a fist to the face, ask Colin in the later part of the story...

How do they get others’ attention? Raise hand, clear throat, etc

A single look, it’s not something that even needs a sound, but the Mac stare is legendary and known and you do not ignore that icy glare from those baby blues. Nope, you pay attention to what probably 4 words are going to come out of Mac’s mouth.

How they smile

Sean is a cheeky little shit, good natured, but cheeky little shit nonetheless. So his smile is mischievous, bright but sincere. He is actually a really nice guy, wants to help people and such so his smile appears often and is always warm and welcoming. It’s a very disarming smile as well, kind of like MJ, you wouldn’t expect a guy with as much inner turmoil to have such a cheerful, almost jokester personality... but he does.

What their “tell” is for lying

Sean is the lone member of the MacKenna’s who is horrible at lying. He just can’t keep a straight face and acts like a child caught by their mother trying to piece together something that could be a lie. Sean was originally pre-Law, this is how he met John, but quickly realized he could never be a good lawyer because he can’t lie to save his life. As Sean says he leaves the spinning of twisted webs to John and Mary Jane, he just handles the money.

Posture

Sean is a very loose guy, he is never rigid in his posture unless he is worried or getting ready to fight. Most of the time he is the most laid back of the brothers, save Bobby, he tends to slouch a bit too. Something he honestly picked up as a kid when he brothers would big on him for being a skinny little bean pole of a kid, it really messed with his confidence so he began slouching. When he sits he tends to sit in the corner of the couch, leaning against the arm, trying to get the best view of what’s going on in the room.

Volume of speech, if they’re verbal

Sean is a pretty loud guy when he wants to be, not like his sister, but he knows how to make his opinion heard. In general conversation, he always has this air of sarcasm with everything he says, to the point most people who just meet him think nothing he says is serious at all. Though this often backfires on him when he is trying to be serious.

Nervous tics

He grids his teeth and locks his jaw, mostly because Sean is only ever truly nervous when he is about to fight. If he is worried, he tends to just be more attentive to whatever situation is causing him concern. Like when he was worried about John and MJ being able to handle having an infant, he pretty much lived with them for a month so he could help out and keep an eye on things. Sean tries so hard to hide his true emotions.

How much eye contact do they make

Sean makes a good deal of eye contact, he knows in importance of making it appear as if you are an honest and genuine person in business dealings so he has perfected the are of causal not creepy eye contact. He likes to look people in the eyes when he speaking with them as he feels it’s the only way he can get a good read on if they are lying or not. If he is uncomfortable in a situation his eyes will tend to dart around the room during conversation but if he is comfortable he will make full eye contact.

In a group conversation, how close do they stand to others? Are they off to the side just listening and occasionally speaking or are they right next to people?

Sean is almost always in the middle of the conversation, he is a charming and funny guy that can get along with most people on surface. So he always interjects himself into the center of the conversation in a group setting. Often trying to carry the conversation for those who may be uncomfortable in such a setting. He isn’t not the type of guy to talk your ear off for no reason, he will add what he feels is relevant to what is being discussed and the occasional joke but he will not try and dominate the conversation.

When standing, what do they do with their hands? Talk with their hands, cross their arms, put hands in pockets, prop up against the wall, etc

Sean tends to stand with his hands in his pockets, playing with change in his pockets or his keys. He is usually standing near whom ever he is talking to occasionally leaning against the door frame or wall just being his chill causal self.

The sound of their footsteps

Sean is not a guy who is naturally light on his feet, he can be if he wants to be but not without conscious effort. For the most part his footsteps are quick, he is always the one who moves quickly, but not like a cat. Think excited dog with the energy in in the way he moves. He isn’t graceful, nor is he clumsy... honestly... Sean is pretty average.

Nonverbal greetings: do they wave, nod, hug, glare, punch, high five, something else?

A cheesy grin is almost always his go to greeting with friends and family. He is a pretty friendly guy. With MJ a lot of the time it’s a hug. With his brother’s he could playfully hit them like they did when they would roughhouse when they kids. With John it’s just... the guy nod... you know what I am talking about. The silent greeting guy friends give each other.

How do they get others’ attention? Raise hand, clear throat, etc

Like MJ, he hates to be ignored, so he will clap his hands, clear his throat honestly even get up in people’s faces if he has to if he really thinks someone isn’t listening to him. It’s one of the few times he will willingly come off more aggressive than he does naturally because dude does not like to be ignored. At all.

#tag games with friends #my fc5 ocs #sean mackenna #michael 'mac' mackenna #mac'a'doodles #god I feel so bad for giving him that nickname considering he is seriously tough dude #also apparently I have three peggie ocs #this is just the way of the world now

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wiypt-writes · 3 years

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Stark Spangled Rebirth

Chapter 6: Couldn’t Call Our Ride

Summary: On the trip back to base-camp, Steve finds himself bonding more with Katie, and also grows close to a number of the prisoners they liberated.

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark Word Count: 7.8k

A/N: Again, used a fair bit of creative license with this but, what is Fan-Fic if not exactly that? This series is my contribution of sorts to the CATF 10 Year Anniversary Challenge.

And my girl is back! @angrybirdcr hitting the spot with some wonderful edits to accompany this chapter.

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

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Chapter 5

hey reached the rest of the men a few hours later and Steve was please to find that Dernier and the British officer, Falsworth, had already started to organise things. The wounded were being treated as best as they could by the trained field medics who were amongst the soldiers that had been liberated, a little food was being handed out, and there were men patrolling the perimeter of the area of the old, abandoned camp.

However, the elation Steve felt at having found Bucky and the rest of the men soon died down when, after Katie told him to send the signal to Peggy and Howard, he found out the transponder was going to be of absolutely no use whatsoever.

Not because it didn't work, oh no. But because it had clearly been hit in the crossfire, a corner blasted off somehow.

Which meant they were alone, with no ex-fill forthcoming.

Katie had, once again, been the voice of logic, this time supported by a few of the other soldiers and reasoned with Steve that they would be best taking a few hours to rest and treat the walking wounded before they regrouped in the morning and came up with a plan. The Captain had obliged, despite his itch to get going as soon as possible. He knew, logically, that she was right.

After wandering the camp and making sure everyone was okay, Steve’s attention then turned to ensuring that there were enough people ready to relieve the guys on guard patrol for the evening. He wanted them swapped out regularly enough to allow them all to rest. Once he was satisfied they were organised, he walked a little further round the perimeter, his sharp eyes checking into the distance every so often.

His stomach gave a little growl and his hand dropped to the top of his jacket, absentmindedly rubbing at his belly. He’d so far declined the offer of food, despite assurances from the men handling the supplies that they had ample for everyone. He knew that might not be the case if they were still stuck in a few days, and there were people in far more need of a meal than he was. Still, he knew he was going to have to eat something at some point.

With a groan he slumped down onto a large upturned tree trunk, letting out a frustrated breath. How could he could be so dammed stupid as to damage their ticket out of here? There was no way to call help, and now they were faced with a hundred and twenty click hike back to base through potentially occupied territory.

As he sat there, mulling over his own stupidity and failings, he heard a footstep behind him and he turned sharply to see Katie approaching him, carrying a foil packet in her hand. Her boots crunched over the frosty layer of leaves and detritus that covered the woodland floor as she approached him.

“Hey,” she smiled, her breath fogging the cold air in front of her. “I know you haven’t eaten, and I also know you won’t unless someone makes you so, here.”

Steve gave her a little smile in return and took the packet she was offering, looking at the label before he took a rye cracker out of the packet and shoved it into his mouth. It wasn’t particularly tasty, and was rather dry, but it was food none the less. She then handed him a canteen of water which he took with another thanks and flipped off the top, taking a huge gulp.

“Everyone who’s ill or in desperate need of a meal has had some hot broth.” She continued to explain. “Bucky managed a good mug or two of it, that is before he started coughing his guts up anyway.”

“Bucky’s sick?” Steve frowned. “I thought he said he was doing okay?”

“Well that’s men for you.” Katie gave him a little smile as she perched on the log besides him. “Insisting you’re always okay when you’re not.”

“Is he in a bad way?”

“No, all things considering he’s actually in pretty good shape.”

“All things considered?” Steve turned to her, his puzzlement reflected on his handsome face, his brows furrowing. “What do you mean?”

“Has he not told you?” Katie frowned.

“No.” Steve shook his head.

“Well, in all fairness he didn’t tell me either, it was Dum Dum.”

“Oh.” Steve let out a breath satisfied that his friend hadn’t been holding out on him. “How do you know him, Duggan I mean?”

Katie took a deep breath. “He was part of my specialist team at first, but when we got news that the Nazis and HYDRA were marching on Azzano, well, it was all hands on deck so to speak and he was dispatched with the rest of his original unit to fight.” She paused bit her lip, folding her arms across her chest, almost as if she was hugging herself to keep warm. “From what Dum Dum tells me, that’s where he first met Bucky. Apparently, Bucky contracted walking pneumonia on the battlefield, which got progressively worse in captivity.”

“And let me guess, HYDRA were nothing short of sympathetic?” Steve snorted sarcastically and Katie gave a little chuckle as she leaned against him, shivering.

“I’m sure you can guess why they were kept in those cages instead of being shot.”

“They were being used as labour in the factory.” Steve stated and he felt Katie nod as he lifted his arm so she could snuggle in against him a little.

“Thanks.” She smiled and Steve’s hand curled over her shoulder, gently rubbing her arm. “You’re ridiculously warm.”

“Must be the serum.”

“Must be.” She mused before she lay her head against him. “That the only reason you’re making the moves on me, Rogers? To keep me warm? Because I should tell you, I’m not that kinda gal!”

Steve gave an exasperated sigh as she chuckled. “You forget, I know exactly what type of dame you are.”

At that she let out a full on laugh which warmed his chest even more and he felt her shake her head. “Yeah, I guess you do. Just don’t tell Howie, he likes to think I’m perfectly sweet and innocent.”

“Bull shit.” Steve shot back before he could stop himself and she simply shrugged before they fell silent for a moment, Steve’s hand still gently rubbing at her upper arm. As the silence continued, he worried he’d overstepped the mark a little and he glanced out again across the cold, dark forest, wondering what to say, and then Katie shifted next to him, snuggling in even further and began to speak again.

“Bucky became so weak that one day that he collapsed in front of the Colonel that was in charge.” Her voice was soft, and Steve turned to look down at her, swallowing at the thought of what his best friend had been through, a thought which became progressively worse as she continued. “He took a nasty beating as a result and was dumped back in the cage which contained Dernier, Dum Dum, and Falsworth. The three of them fast realised that if Bucky was made to do any more work he’d die so they came up with a plan which basically got rid of the Colonel for good.”

“What, you mean…”

“They killed him.” She stated, matter of factly. “Crushed him under a tonne of machinery. This left some other goon in charge, and he was slightly, well, a little more compassionate, so Dum-Dum says. When this new guy spotted Bucky was ill he was taken to the isolation ward.”

Steve shifted a little and Katie sat up as he ran his hands over his tired face, dragging his fingers down his cheeks before his elbows came to rest on his knees. He pondered her words for a moment, chewing his lip before he spoke again, his voice soft.

“How long?”

“How long what?”

“How long had he been on the isolation ward?”

“A few days, apparently.”

Steve shook his head. “It doesn’t make sense.”

“Maybe they didn’t want to infect the rest of the workers.” She offered and Steve shook his head.

“But why take him there and not just-“ he stopped short of what he was going to say but Katie gently reached out, her hand laying on his back.

“I don’t know.” She answered.

“Did they do anything else to him?”

“Again, no idea. You’ll have to ask him. He aint gonna give you anything tonight, though. One of the guys shot him with some penicillin that was in the medical supplies we stole and then gave him something to help him sleep. He’s out for the count in one of the tents. He’ll be fine after a rest, Steve.”

Steve looked around, his eyes falling on the soldier currently walking the perimeter as he passed a few hundred yards away from them, before he took a deep breath.

“I should go, see how-“ he made to stand but Katie gently laid a hand on his arm, stopping him.

“Everything and everyone is fine, Steve.”

“I’m their Captain.”

“Yes, and you’ve done enough. You should get some rest, we both should.”

“How can I just sit here?” Steve shook his head. His mind was whirring, his body positively thrumming with adrenaline and unease, making the mere thought of sleep seem impossible.

“You need to. We have a long trip back to base ahead of us.”

“Which is on me.” Steve raised his eyebrows, not meeting her eyes as he focussed on a tree trunk a few feet ahead of them.

“How do you work that one out?” Katie frowned.

“I should have kept that transponder safe.”

“Oh for God’s sake!” She spluttered, her tone laced with exasperation as she shook her head as he turned to look at her.

“What?”

“Stop with this self-pity.”

“I’m not-“

“Yes, you are!” She rolled her eyes. “The transponder got broken, it wasn’t your fault. And short of inventing a time machine, there’s exactly zilch anyone can do about it. So sitting here, wallowing in your own completely misplaced sense of guilt is utterly pointless. You need to pull it together, because you’re right about one thing.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?” Steve’s nostrils flared angrily at her tone as she groaned.

“You are their Captain.” She stared at him, her green eyes full of fire. “And if they see you looking despondent and moping around what the hell do you think that’s gonna do to their morale, huh?”

“You know what?” Steve fixed her with an icy glare, his temper flaring. “I’ve had it with you telling me what to do, Agent Stark. I think you’ve forgotten who’s leading this mission!”

“Without me you wouldn’t have lasted five minute in that base, Captain Rogers!” She scoffed. “You hadn’t the first idea about basic stealth or operations.”

“I’d have managed just fine.”

“You know,” Katie gave a snort, shaking her head as she stood up, “Erskine was right about you, you really are a stubborn asshole”

“And you’re a brat.” He shot back, a little childishly as he too rose to his feet and with that she laughed.

“A brat?” She raised her eyebrows, wrinkling her nose up as she continued, sarcasm dripping off her words. “Original. Never heard that one before.”

She turned to leave and Steve felt his temper rising even more. He was sick and tired with people underestimating him.

"All you care about is how everyone sees you, because you got somethin’ to prove.” He shot to her back. As soon as the words flew out of his mouth he knew he shouldn’t have said them, his mind whirring back to the conversation he’d had with her the night before his transformation and, as she turned to face him, he felt a sudden pang of guilt at the anger and hurt that was etched across her face as she stalked towards him, stopping less than a foot away, her finger jabbing him in his chest.

“Listen here you stupid son of a-”

Before her tirade could continue, Steve grabbed her by forearms and pulled her straight into him, his lips forcefully crashing against hers. She reciprocated for a moment or two before she made a noise of protest and put her hands on his chest, shoving him slightly.

“You are an arrogant-“

“Shut up.” He mumbled, his lips crashing to hers again and this time she made no further protests, instead she melted into his arms, her lips soft against his as her arms slid round his neck, his own large hands splaying on the back of her combat jacket as he held her close. The kiss was furious, bruising, a far cry from any of the ones they’d shared so far and when they eventually broke apart, he pressed his forehead to hers as Katie stood, her eyes closed for a moment, her chest heaving. Eventually his eyes opened to find hers already studying his face and she took a deep breath.

"Where the hell did you get the sack for that, Rogers?" She asked, her voice little more than a whisper as she continued trying to catch her breath.

“The serum?” He shrugged a little as her hands fell to his shoulders, the heat rising from his neck to his cheeks as he realised exactly what he’d just done. He bit his lip and, as she gave a snort, he cocked his head, feeling a little bolstered by his act of bravery and he grinned and quipped. “Had to shut you up somehow.”

Before she could respond, no doubt with an equally sassy remark of her own, Steve heard a twig crack somewhere to his right and he whipped round, automatically pulling Katie behind him only to find Dum Dum and Dernier stood a few feet away. Both of them wore similar expressions of amusement as Dum Dum’s head turned slowly to the left. Dernier met his gaze and mumbled something in French before he laughed.

“Yeah, I got no idea what ya’ just said, Pal.” Dum Dum sniffed before he looked at Katie, his arms folding as he let out a smirk. “Well, well Lady Lieutenant and The Captain.”

Steve swallowed, the heat in his cheeks burning like a furnace and he felt Katie let go of his hand before she stepped out from behind him, smoothing down her jacket, her hands settling on her hips.

“You’re only jealous Duggan because the closest you’ve been to a woman in the last God knows how long was when that nurse was pulling a bullet outta your ass after the raid on the base in Norway.”

Duggan’s mouth twitched below his moustache before he let out a below of laughter, his eyes twinkling. “You gotta smart mouth, Stark. Gonna get you into trouble one day!”

“It already has, several times. Got me out of it too.” She grinned. “Now, did you want something, Corporal?”

Duggan shook his head, his eyes crinkling as he smiled. “No, Ma’am. We were just doing the rounds so to speak.”

“Well, don’t let us stop you.” Katie gestured with her arm, making a sweeping motion, signalling for them to keep on walking.

Exchanging another smirk, the two men straightened up and saluted her before they continued on their way. As they passed, Dernier gave a little nod to the Captain, chuckling as he remarked. “Vous auriez pu au moins lui acheter un verre d’abord, Capitaine.”

“Oh, nous avons bien depasse cette etape.” Katie shot back and Derneir stopped dead, blinking as she smirked before he let out a loud laugh and hurried after Dum Dum.

“Okay, what did he just say?” Steve asked, drawing up behind her as they both watched the men leave.

“He said that you could have at least bought me a drink first.” She turned, smirking as Steve rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I told him we were way past that stage.”

“Jesus, Doll!” Steve groaned, his face scrunched up in embarrassment and mock frustration, all the while Katie laughed.

“What?”

“That’s gonna be all round the Camp by morning.”

“You ashamed of me?” She teased.

“No, of course not.”

“Then don’t worry about it.” She gently patted his chest. “All things considered, I think that’s the least of our concerns don’t you?”

With that she stood on her tip toes and placed a soft kiss to the side of his mouth before she stepped back. “Now, I’m gonna go back to the rest of the guys and make sure they’re all okay, and as their Captain, I suggest you do the same. Keep that morale up, like I told you to.”

She gave him a smile before she turned and headed back towards the main part of the camp.

Steve stood stock still, his mind whirring and digesting what the fuck had just happened, before he shook his head, and jogged after her, once more acquiescing to her instructions.

***** Whilst there may not have been much deep sleeping going on, there was certainly plenty of rest and refuelling undertaken so to speak, and at first light the next morning Steve gathered Katie, Dum-Dum, Dernier, Jones, Morita and Falsworth in the back of one of the trucks to discuss their plan going forward, leaving Bucky to sleep as long as he could. He’d fast taken a liking to the five men having heard from various other men about how they’d organised the troops at the base, and his first-hand experience of how they’d been during the night around their makeshift camp. Plus Katie trusted Dum-Dum and Steve trusted her, so it was good enough for him.

Katie and Falsworth had found maps of the terrain buried in the stuff they’d taken from the factory and worked out their distance to the allied camp was approximately ninety-five miles as the crow flies. They had further estimated that, given the state of the men and the fact that were going to have to skirt around various battles that were still raging on, they would probably average between twenty to twenty-five miles a day, meaning it would take them at least four to get back.

They had trucks, a tank, enough supplies to keep them going for a few days, and Dum-Dum stated the obvious, that Steve could go on a head, alone, and be much faster if needs be. But that wasn’t something he wanted to do, plus as Katie rightly pointed out, he would be number one on HYDRAs radar right now. The last thing they needed was to lose him because, as blunt a point as it was, that was just the type of thing Schmidt would need to keep the heat off the fact they had just lost one of their factories.

Then there was the fact that Steve simply didn’t want to leave them behind. They were his men now, he wanted to stay with them, make sure they made it back together. Leaving them would be an absolute last resort.

They split into groups, heading round the camp to spread the word about the plan and instruct the men to be ready to leave as soon as Steve gave the signal, and the Captain took the opportunity to head into the tent were Bucky was resting. He was pleased to see his friend looked a hell of a lot better than he had the previous night, sat on the edge of the make shift cot which had been fashioned out of a number of broad topped crates and blankets, rolling down his sleeve as one of their medics had just administered another shot of penicillin.

“How you feeling, Buck?” Steve asked, stepping into the tent and to the side to allow the other solider to leave, giving him a salute as he passed.

“Like I’ve been run over by a Panzer.” Bucky grumbled and Steve gave a small smile. Bucky sighed, shaking his head. “I’ll be fine, just got a-“

“I know.” Steve cut him off. “I got the low-down.”

“Stark?”

“Yeah.”

“I bet that’s not all you got.” Bucky smirked and Steve rolled his eyes letting out a groan. “Don’t go gettin’ all coy on me, Stevie.”

“I’m not being coy.” Steve protested and Bucky let out a bark of a laugh.

“Course not.” Bucky pulled on his boots and bent to lace them. “You gonna tell me yourself or do I need to go huntin’ for gossip?”

“There’s nothing to tell, lay off, Buck.”

Bucky snorted. “I don’t even have to look at you to know you’re lying, you’re that bad at it.”

“It’s, well, it’s a little complicated.” Steve attempted to placate him but Bucky finished lacings his boots and looked up at him, hands resting on his knees.

“You like her?”

“Of course I do…”

“She like you?”

Steve blushed and his hand rubbed at the back of his neck. “Well, yeah, I mean…”

“Well then, what’s complicated about it?” Bucky shrugged.

“In case you hadn’t realised we’re not exactly here under normal circumstances.” Steve arched an eyebrow.

“All the more reason not to waste any time, Punk.” Bucky stood up, cracking his neck side to side. “Who knows how long we’ve got.”

Steve’s brow raised a little as he looked at Bucky, letting out a sigh. “You sound like her.”

“Well she clearly talks sense, you should listen.” Bucky smirked, taking a step towards him. “So, Captain, what’s the plan?”

“You asking me about Katie now or…” Steve quipped and Bucky grinned, slapping his shoulder.

“Steve, you clearly aint got a plan when it comes to that Dame, so there’s not point askin’ ya ‘bout it is there?” He drawled and Steve sighed, giving him a look. “No, I mean to get us out of this Godforsaken shit hole and back on friendly territory. You do have a plan, right? I mean I hear you always got a plan nowadays.”

Steve groaned as Bucky’s mouth curled up into a huge grain and he shook his head.

“Still a pain in my ass.” Steve grumbled and Bucky shrugged before he took a deep breath.

“But seriously, what are we going to do?”

“We’re getting ready to move out.” Steve’s hands dropped to the buckle on his belt. “We got approximately a hundred and twenty or so kilometres to cover. Gonna be hard but…” Steve popped a shoulder before he studied Bucky as he let out a huge, chest-wracking cough. “You can ride in one of the trucks.”

“I’m fine, Steve.”

“You’re clearly not.” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“There are men far worse off than me, this is just an infection, I’ll be fine. Dare say fresh air and walking will do me good.”

At that Steve let out a snort. “Yeah, just like it used to do me good, huh?”

“That was different.”

“How so?”

“Damned it, Steve, stop being an asshole.” Bucky shot back, glaring at him. “I’m telling you I’m fine. Coped with more in that base than you could even begin to imagine, a coupla day’s hike will be easy in comparison.”

As soon as the words were out of his friends mouth, Steve noticed him look away, clearly cursing himself for his outburst.

“What did they do to you?” Steve asked gently. Bucky swallowed and turned to Steve, shaking his head.

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “I was out of it for the most but they, well I can remember them sticking me with needles and then there were all these bright lights and…” He trailed off. “It hurt.”

Steve took a deep breath and stepped forward, his hand curling round his friend’s shoulder but Bucky shrugged him off. “Don’t.” He looked at him, his eyes fierce. “Just don’t.”

Steve moved back, holding his hands up in front of him, palms out in a conciliatory manner. “Okay.”

There was a moment’s silence, and then they were aware of voices and Steve turned to see Katie step into the tent.

“Everyone’s moving, St-I mean Captain.” She smiled and Steve felt his cheeks flushing as he was well aware that Bucky was watching him carefully.

“Yes, Ma’am. Be with you in a moment.”

She nodded then her gaze flicked to Bucky who shot her a dazzling smile. “S’up Doll Face?”

“You’re looking better than you were yesterday, Barnes.” Katie smirked a little at his familiar nature and he shrugged, flashing her a wink.

“Takes a lot to keep me down, Darlin’”

“I don’t doubt it.” She grinned, before her eyes locked with Steve’s again and she turned, and left.

“Damned, Steve.” Bucky whistled through his teeth. “The first girl who actually lays her peepers on you, and she’s an absolute dish.”

“Piss off, Bucky.” Steve shot back and Bucky once more laughed, shaking his head before he gave a loud, exaggerated sniff and wiped dramatically at his eyes.

"My boys all grown up,” he spoke in a theatrical emotional voice, before he swept from the tent leaving Steve glowering at his back.

*****

After a near miss with a hostile unit on the first day of their journey, Steve took the informed decision to only move under the hours of low light and darkness. He was keen to keep any confrontations to a minimum given the exhausted and weak state of many of the men he was leading. After discussions with the group of seven who were fast becoming the ones he was turning to most for advice and support, they all conceded that whilst moving at night made it almost impossible they would be spotted by any air-borne allied surveillance, it was the best chance they had at keeping casualties to a minimum.

They kept to the less worn roads as much as they could, sometimes having to split up if the vehicles couldn’t make it a certain way, but thanks to the variety of skills the group had, along with Katie’s unbelievable sense of organisation, it seemed to work. By the third day they were almost three quarters of the way there by their estimations anyway.

“St-I mean, Cap?” Katie’s voice hit his ears and Steve turned to face her where she was walking a little behind with Dum-Dum, rifle in her arms. “I think we’ve got about an hour or so before daylight, we should probably be looking for somewhere to make camp.”

Steve looked up at the sky, his eyes straying to the horizon which he could just see through the valley they were set to make their way between and she, as always, was right. The first slivers of daylight were peeking through the dark, tendrils of orange and pink snaking through the sky.

He turned back to her. “Do we stop before or after the Valley?”

“If you want my advice,” Dum-Dum cut in, “I’d say before. If we get caught down there, Cap, we’re sitting ducks. Best chance is after nightfall.”

Katie nodded to show she agreed, and Steve took a deep breath. He was keen to press on as much as he could, and had been hoping to make it through the last line of hills before they stopped. But, he knew they were right and they’d covered a lot of ground over the last march. As luck would have it, the nights were longer than the days due to the season so, despite the fact it was cold and the weather wasn’t particularly kind to them, it worked to their advantage.

“Okay, let everyone know. Jones, Dernier, can you guys get up high,” he nodded to the hill face a little to his right, “see if you can spot anywhere that might be safe to set up camp.”

“Sure thing.” Jones nodded, and Dernier gave a little salute as the two men took off silently.

Steve declined the canteen of water Katie offered him and she gave him a stern look, her arm remaining outstretched. With a roll of his eyes and quirk of his eyebrow he took it, his fingers brushing hers and he frowned.

“You’re freezing.”

“Soon warm up once we’re round a fire.” She shrugged. “Now drink, enhanced or not, you need to keep hydrated.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He quipped, causing her to roll her eyes, but he didn’t miss the smirk on her lips as she turned to Dum-Dum when he asked her if she wanted him to run down the line and set the communication chain off.

“How you feeling?” Steve moved over to where Bucky had settled, perched on a flat rock jutting out from the side of the mountain face, his legs dangling over the edge.

“Peachy keen, Stevie.” Bucky looked at him and Steve snorted as Bucky leaned back. “Nah, I’m good, Pal. Feel a lot better. Turns out your Ma did know what she was talking about, fresh air can clear your lungs.”

“Yeah, shame there wasn’t much to be found in a cramped, inner Brooklyn city.” Steve smirked and Buck chuckled.

“True.” He bit the inside of his lip as he looked down at his hands. “Do my folks think I’m dead?”

The question caught Steve off guard a little and he frowned, sitting down next to his friend. “You were MIA assumed lost so I suspect they’ve been informed of that. But don’t worry about it, once we’re back you can get a telegram to them, assure them you’re okay.”

“Okay.” Bucky snorted, shaking his head. “Whatever that means.”

“I thought you just said you felt good?” Steve looked at him and Bucky shrugged.

“I do.”

Before Steve could dig further into whatever the hell Bucky meant, a crunch of feet on gravel to his left made him spring to his feet, but it was only Jones and Dernier back from the scouting mission.

“There’s a break in the rock formation, bout half a mile or so further. Reckon it’s a good place to form base. Plenty of spots in and around to hide. Bad news is the vehicles are going to have to go around once we set off again. It’ll take them off course a little but we’ll meet them again about two or three miles through the valley.”

“Thanks, Jones.” Steve nodded. “Get the news down the chain.”

It wasn’t long before they’d found the spot Jones and Dernier had been referring to, and everyone moved around quickly, like a well-oiled machine, establishing the base camp. Thanks to the natural shelter of the terrain, not as many tents this time were required, but Steve insisted, as always, that Katie got her own.

Soon some form of soup was cooking, water was being handed out along with what was left of some sweet liquor that they’d also liberated from camp and soft chatter rang out across the troops. The walking wounded were being treated once more for the night and Steve took the chance to walk around, talking to as many people as he could.

Once he was sure everyone had been fed, he took a helping for himself and settled down round one of the small fires where Bucky was sat with Katie and the other five men that had all formed a close bond. He ate, not really paying attention, until Dum-Dum loudly lamented that his facial hair was getting out of control and Katie snorted.

“You’re not going to find many barbers round here.” She shook her head. “Besides, it all adds to the well-worn rugged look.” She glanced at Steve before she smirked. “Even Cap’s sporting a good layer of stubble.”

At that Bucky laughed. “Makes a change, huh pal. You know he once didn’t shave for a week, looked just as smooth at the end of it as he had at the start.”

Steve groaned, as chuckles rang out at his expense, absentmindedly rubbing his hand over his chin. “Yeah, well, things are different now-“

“No shit”

“- and it seems to grow pretty fast.”

“Were there no razors at all in the stuff we took?” Falsworth asked and Katie pondered.

“There’s some toiletries but no many, that said I can’t say I’ve looked. Why are you bothered?”

“I like to keep up appearances.” Monty looked at her. “Plus, regulations state we should either be clean shaven or sporting a full, groomed moustache…”

“Yeah, come on Lady Lieutenant, surely you know that?” Dum-Dum looked at her, his eyes crinkling in the corners.

Katie shrugged. “Well, yeah, but who’s gonna tell?”

“Well, I like to take pride in my appearance.” Dum Dum shrugged. “Something you’ll understand”

“What, because I’m female?”

“Are you? Hadn’t noticed.” Dum Dum’s eyes twinkled in the light of the fire as a Katie rolled her eyes.

“Steve has.” Bucky quipped causing them all to laugh as Steve gave an exasperated sigh, feeling the familiar heat of embarrassment spread up his neck and his cheeks.

“Well, if you’re all vain enough to be that bothered, go raid the supplies.” Katie leaned back, resting on her elbows, legs stretched out in front of her, crossed at the ankles. “Good luck trying to shave in the dark though, without a mirror.”

As the night went on, one by one the men peeled off to take their rest or sentry duties, leaving Steve, Katie and Bucky alone round the fire. They chatted for another hour or so before Katie told them she was going to hit the hay.

She stood up, stretching before she reached out for one of the tins in the fire, wrapping her hand in her sleeve so as not to burn herself as she took the heated water. “Oh, and don’t tell the others, but if you guys want help, so to speak, with the old,” she pointed at her face, drawing a circle in the air, “I’ll do it for you. Just give me five minutes to wash up first.”

Steve watched her go before he turned to Bucky who was eyeing him shrewdly.

“You taking her up on that?” He asked and Steve frowned.

“She was joking.”

“I don’t think she was.” Bucky smirked. “In fact I’m pretty sure that was a ploy to get you to follow her.”

Steve sighed, “if that was true, why did she invite you?”

“Jesus, Stevie, you’re so clueless. She did that so it isn’t obvious.” Bucky rolled his eyes. “If both of us go into her tent, it looks a lot let suss than if you or I go in alone. Well, that is, unless everyone thinks we’re having some form of threesome that is.”

Steve grimaced before he took a deep breath, turning to Bucky. “No offence, but you’re not my type.”

“Ouch.” Bucky smirked as Steve stood up. “Oh, are we going now? Damned, you’re keen.”

Steve shot him another look before he turned and strode after Katie, Bucky hot on his tails.

Katie simply laughed as they entered her tent and told them both to sit on the make shift bunk she had before she disappeared and came back with a cut throat and what little else she could salvage from the supplies.

“Who’s first?” She brandished the razor and her eyes fell to Bucky.

“Trust you with a cutthroat?” He looked at her and she placed her hands on her hips.

“I do this for Howard all the time.”

“No offence, Doll Face, but I'd rather jump on a grenade.”

“Steve already did that.” Katie quipped.

Bucky turned his head slowly to face him. “What happened to not doing anything stupid till I got back?”

“It was a dummy.” Steve shook his head.

“You didn’t know that.” Katie grinned and Bucky snorted.

“A dummy?” He grinned “That’s definitely stooped, with two os.”

“Hey, in my defense it was very realistic.” Steve pouted. Katie chuckled and looked at him, and Steve felt the heat in his neck rising as the memories of that night came flooding back. And from the look on her face she was recalling them too. She stood there, simply looking at him, biting her lip a little, before she gave a yelp.

“Ow!” She raised her finger to her mouth, sucking at where she’d just nicked it on the razor.

“Yeah, now I’ll definitely pass.” Bucky’s eyes widened and he stood up. “You kids behave.”

Katie watched him sweep from the tent before she turned to Steve. “Something I said?”

Steve laughed and rubbed at his neck as she grinned and held up the razor. “What about you, Soldier? Do you trust me with a potentially fatal weapon at your throat?”

“I trust you with my life.” Steve replied immediately and the cheeky grin on her face turned to a soft smile as she stepped forward, folding the razor and slipping it into her pocket.

“Little naive that, Stevie, considering we haven’t known each other that long.”

Steve shrugged. “I’m a pretty good judge of character.”

“Sure you are.” She smiled, before she moved and dipped her hand into the tin of warm water. “Head back, Captain.”

Steve obliged and she wet his face as best she could, the pads of her fingers brushing against his stubble before she then worked the bar of soap into a lather, massaging it against his chin and cheeks. Steve’s gaze was on her face the whole time as she concentrated, his hands flexing on the edge of the thin bunk which was made out of a couple of the supply crates.

“This isn’t going to be as close as I’d like.” She mused.

“Are we talking about the shave now or…” Steve looked at her and her eyes met his and she shook her head.

“Yes, I mean the shave.” She chuckled. “I can see Barnes is rubbing off on you already.”

Steve smiled as she dipped her hands back in the tin and wiped them on her jacket, before pulling the razor back out.

“Ready?”

“All yours.”

“Are we talking about the shave or-“ She teased, playing his words back to him and Steve held her gaze, her eyes flashing as he took a deep breath.

“What do you want me to be talking about?”

There was a moment’s pause and she dropped her head, swallowing before she looked back up at him. “How many other girls you said that to, Rogers?”

“One or two. In each location, I met a lot on the USO tour.” He teased as she gently titled his head back with her fingers.

“That so?” She mused, swiping the razor down his cheek in a clean, sweeping arc. “Maybe I should carve my name into you.”

Steve smiled.

“Stay still.” She instructed. “Although, I feel I should warn you, if you are mine, I don’t like people touching my stuff.”

“I’d kinda figured that one out.” Steve spoke softly as she swept the blade down his cheek again, washing it in the tin before she moved to the other side. As she stepped across him, his hands fell to the side of her thighs as she continued, her tongue poking through her lips in concentration, before she stepped behind him, his head falling back so she could move down his throat.

The tent was silent, Steve simply watching as she worked, momentarily lost. No woman had ever done this for him before, bar his mother, and that had been when he’d been too sick or sore to do it himself. But this, there was something so incredibly intimate, so innocent, so pure, so ridiculously sensual that he found himself torn between wanting to close his eyes, surrendering completely to her ministrations, and watching her as she worked. As it happened, he did both, shutting his eyes for a moment as she gently moved across his jaw before his eyes opened to focus on her pretty face, as she bent a little nearer and he swallowed.

Eventually she finished and moved round to look at him, tossing the razor into the tin as she smiled.

“There. Almost as good as new. It’ll do until we get back.”

“Thanks, Sweetheart.” Steve ran his hand over his now reasonably smooth face and took a deep breath, before he reached out, his hands taking hers. “Look, maybe, if I mean we actually make it home and get leave or whatever, me and you could, you know, perhaps go out?”

“You asking me on a date?” She smiled, and his face creased into a grin.

“Guess I am, yeah.”

She smiled, “I’d like that.”

She leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips, her hands tenderly cupping his strong jaw, his own gripping at her hips, fingers flexing at the roughness of her uniform. Eventually she broke away and pressed her forehead to his, taking a deep breath.

“I really do need to wash up and hit the sack.” She sighed, her voice almost an apology but Steve didn’t mind. Whilst they’d already crossed that line in a way, this was fast becoming a little more serious. Yes, Bucky was right, they had no idea how long they had, but for the time they did have, he was going to at least try and do it properly.

And bunking up again, on a pile of hard crates in the middle of some god-forsaken mountain trail was not proper. His mother would kill him.

Nodding to show he understood, he rose to his feet, his hands cupping her face as he placed a soft kiss to her lips.

“Night, Doll. Or Morning, whatever.” He smiled and she gave a little laugh as he stepped back, heading to the door of the tent. With a final look over his shoulder, he swept the flap at the front open and left to find somewhere to lay his own head for a rest.

*****

Dawn had broken on the fifth day by the time they approached the camp gates. As Steve led his platoon over the brow of the hill he felt an overwhelming sense of relieve as he saw the barrier and the men guarding it. His sharp eyes picked up one of them holding up a set of binoculars before he harshly slapped them into the palm of his partner, before setting off at a sprint back into the camp.

As they walked towards the blockade, the vehicles rumbling behind them, Steve turned to Bucky, giving him a smile which was met by one from his friend before he felt a smaller hand slide into his, giving a quick squeeze to his palm. He turned to his right and glanced down at Katie who looked up at him, her tired face bearing a look of utter relief.

The gate was raised to allow them entry into the camp, people rushing towards them, staring in awe. Soldiers began to greet their comrades, and Steve could feel the sheer outpouring of emotion as people greeted the brothers in arms they had obviously never expected to see again.

“Here he comes…” Steve heard Katie mutter and he looked up to see Colonel Phillips pushing through the group. Steve simply continued marching forwards, drawing to a halt in front of the man, offering him a crisp salute.

"Some of these men need medical attention." Were the first words he offered the Colonel and somewhere someone shouted for a medic. Steve continued to look at Phillips with a knowing expression and took a little breath in through his nose. "I'd like to surrender myself for disciplinary action."

The Senior Officer’s lips pressed together into a thin line and Steve could see him mulling things over, no doubt trying to decide whether to rip into him or praise him. In the end, he did neither.

"That won't be necessary." Phillips said simply, which Steve knew was going to be as close to a well done as he was going to get.

The Captain just about managed to refrain from smiling, as the slightest hint of a smirk twitched at his lips. "Yes, sir."

With that, Colonel Phillips turned to look at Katie. “You okay, Agent Stark?”

“Peachy, Sir.” She nodded before she gave a little snort. “Although I expect I won’t be once Howard gets hold of me.”

“Well considering he thinks you’re dead, I expect this will be a rather pleasant surprise.” Phillips arched an eyebrow and Katie looked down at the floor, swallowing. “Don’t worry, I’ll make the call so you don’t have to.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Steve watched as the Colonel turned to leave the group, stopping as he noticed Agent Carter standing to the side, looking rather smug for want of a better word.

"Faith, huh?" Phillips looked from Agent Carter to Steve and Katie, before shaking his head slightly and heading off towards the tents.

Peggy took a deep breath before she moved, stopping as she drew herself up to full height in front of Steve and Katie before she arched an eyebrow, her eyes flicking between the pair of them.

“You’re late.” She quipped as she locked eyes with Katie who snorted. Steve reached into his pocket and pulled out the broken transponder.

“Couldn’t call our ride.” He smiled back and Peggy looked at him, shaking her head slightly, her lips curling up into a smile, before she turned back to Katie and then all professionalism left her and she stepped forward, wrapping her arms round the other woman.

“We’ve been so worried.” She whispered, and Steve turned away, not wanting to intrude on their moment, even though his super sensitive hearing made it impossible to tune out of their conversation.

“You’re not the only one.” Katie replied, and Steve heard her voice crack a little and before he could stop himself he’d reached out, his right hand curling over her left shoulder. In what appeared to be an automatic response, Katie had reached up, her arm crossing over her chest to allow her fingers to briefly tangle in his and give them a squeeze.

Agent Carter merely raised her eyebrow further, that smirk on her face growing wider before Bucky’s loud voice rang out to Steve’s left.

"Let's hear it for Captain America!”

As the cheers rang round the camp, Steve allowed himself a little moment to bask in the genuine feel good factor that seem to have flooded the place at their return. It was self-indulgent, slightly egotistical, a little arrogant even, but at that moment in time, as he glanced down at Katie who was watching him, a broad smile on her face before her top teeth bit her bottom lip as she blatantly eyed him up and down, he couldn’t have cared less.

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Chapter 7

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Hello, longtime Tumblr lurker and Ao3 reader here! I love your writing so much and I would love to see these two if I could :) "The wedding literally one person asked for" and "Outlaw Queen Injuries" I love Robin and Regina and would adore reading more about how they got together along with baby Roland! I was so mad at OUAT for the way they ended their story :(

Hello, lovely anon! You can absolutely get both of these things! "The Wedding Literally One Person Asked For" is actually Roland and Lizzie's wedding in Blue Line. Writing about the next-gen is one of my great joys, but they're also all basically OCs at this point which is, like, a solid 92% of the reason I don't ever post them. But the 8K or so of that doc does include:

“This is insane.” Belle nodded in understanding, leaning forward to brush a wayward curl away from Roland’s forehead and maybe they should find Matt so the two of them could stage some kind of slapshot exercise. That usually calmed Roland down. “Yes, it is,” Belle agreed. “You’re a good hockey player. That’s kind of how these things go.” “I am retired,” Roland pointed out. “As of...where’s Matt? He always knows, like, the exact date.” “It’s because he likes to point out how much older you are than him,” Killian said. “As if I’m not almost painfully aware. Literally sometimes.” “Wow, you are old, huh?” “How’s your thigh doing there, Hook?” Killian groaned in response, but that was mostly because Peggy lunged forward, Roland’s answering laugh barely audible over the waves and the music and her hair threatened to find its way into his mouth when her limbs developed minds of their own. She swatted at the recently-retired NHL star in front of her, kicking sand at his shoes while he did his best to pull her towards them and it was another small miracle that they didn’t knock the table over. That definitely would have stressed Lizzie out more.

And I am right there with you on Outlaw Queen. We could have had it all! Again, more Blue Line extras from that kiss prompt list I reblogged approximately three years ago and then never actually posted anything I wrote for the prompts I got. Seriously, sorry for who I am as a person. But, mostly, this is what you think. Robin gets hurt in a game. Regina is almost semi-uncool about it and there's kissing:

The table creaked when he moved again, a stretch to reach Regina in her heels, but they both apparently had impossibly long spines in this situation and neither Henry nor Roland seemed all that impressed when their parents kissed each other. And kept kissing each other. For far longer than they’d ever done before. Roland jumped off the table after a few moments, Henry rolling his eyes towards the ceiling and Ariel had, finally, given up on acting like the lone responsible adult amongst them. Her mouth was hanging open. So was Killian’s. “What the hell is this?” he balked, Emma’s whole body shaking against his with her laughter. Will shrugged. “Something about that alternate dimension from before?” “Nah, nah, that’s garbage. Scarlet, say something snarky about how long Locksley and Gina have been making out. In front of us!” “I’d really rather not, Cap.”

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Illusion Part 2

Illusion｜Part 2/?

Bucky x oc!Lori

Warnings: Angst, betrayal, swearing, torture, (suicide is mentioned once), violence

A/N: So here´s a very late part 2. I´ve decided to put the total number of chapters as a question mark for now seeing as I don´t think I have the potential to post chapters that are 10k. I just don’t have the time or backstrength to revise 10k words in one go. So there will be more and shorter chapters instead. I hope you guys like it! Don’t forget to check out part 1! And share/comment/like if you enjoyed! GIF-cred to owner! Oh, and I'm doing tag lists now! Send me a message if you want to be on it! Chapters 3, 4, and 5 should be up soon at least, I'm currently on a bit of a break, but once I'm back I'll have more time to revise and write!

Summary: Reader is a supersoldier, one of a number, one of nine. Hydra´s backup for the asset. The group was started in 1974 and has been working under the radar, training for the day when the asset no longer exists. Y/N is the only one left. Left in a cryo, she wasn’t discovered until 2023 when a certain captain and his buddy found her.

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2024

Four weeks had passed since Lori arrived at the compound from Wakanda. It had been three months, more or less, since she was thawed out from her cryo-sleep. She felt more at home in the compound and she felt more comfortable with the rest of the team. It was now October. Autumn had brought clouds, and rain. The world was silent and didn’t have much need for the Avengers at the time. Lori had been wih the team on two missions so far. Neither was very dangerous. They hadn´t faced any serious enemies, and she had yet to fire her weapon at an enemy.

It had been made clear that she worked well with the team. Bucky and her were synchronized on a different level, and she worked well with Sam as well. The two could joke around and have fun on the missions, without it distracting them. Lori had also begun to talk more with Bucky, but she was still set on calling him James. They would have all meals of the day together, unless Bucky was away on a mission. And if he was Lori would eat on her own. The other agents working with them had big issues with yet another super-soldier. Someone who had worked for Hydra. They didn’t want a redo of what had happened with Shield.

Lori could understand them. She had spent countless evenings reading up on the Avengers, and anything involved with them. She had started as far back as Steve and Buckys time in the army. She adored the man Bucky had been back then. She adored how willing he was to follow his captain, even give his life for him. She could see a shadow of that man still in him. But years of punishment and pain from Hydra had changed him.

Next she had researched Shield. She had found out about Peggy Carter and the Starks. Of course she knew of the Starks. She had been set to step in, should Bucky fail to take their lives. He had been successful, as the whole world knew, and Lori had been kept secret from the world. The day after Christmas the same year she had ben put in the cryostasis chamber and forgotten. Her reasearch had taken her through the 90´s and early 2000´s. She had read files on all the former Avengers during the timeperiod and had asked Sam and Bucky to fill in where the files didn’t have answers.

Lori avoided tabloids and articles surrounding Shield, Hydra and the Avengers. She preferred facts over debates. Her days were spent in the filing rooms where she could find information. Sam and Bucky often tried to drag her out of the room, for runs or an hour in the gym. Sam didn’t always like running with Bucky and Lori, but he appreciated when they altered their pace to adjust for him. That way he didn’t feel like he was always left behind.

Lori had become a very good friend to Sam. He trusted her, and she was hardworking. Something he appreciated. She was also good with him, and Bucky, joking around a lot. They could be harsh with each other, but Lori didn’t seem to bother, or be too concerned about their joking. She had joined in a few times anyways. Lori liked the banter and joking. The relationship she had with the two men was so open and she felt happy around them. Happiness, that was an interesting feeling. It had been long since she felt happy and it had scared her in the beginning, but not anymore.

It had been a slow afternoon as Lori was buried in piles of files and boxes. She wanted as much details as she could comprehend about the past 30 years of the Avengers, Shield, and Hydra. She was trying to find out why Hydra had left her all alone in the bunker. The answers were no where to be found. Up until she was found, she didn’t even seem to exist. Searcheds for her name had turned up nothing. No articles, reports, or anything online or in the files. Never had she felt so alone, so unwanted.

Bucky stuck his head through the door and cleared his throat to make Lori aware of his presence. “Hey, it´s almost 8, you wanna come up and eat with us? It´s movie night,” Bucky explained and walked over to her, looking over her shoulder at the files. He moved some of them finding a picture of himself from the 1940´s. He was in a dark blue coat with a rifle in his hand. He froze as he saw the smiling man in the picture. That was 80 years ago, give or take.

Lori looked up at him and frowned. “Let´s go James,” She said and patted his arm before she walked to the door, and turned the lights off. Bucky followed her once he had put the picture down. “Have you found out anything more?” He asked her as they came out into the light of the corridor, walking towards the elevator. Lori shook her head and sighed. “It´s like I don’t exist at all. My birth certificate is there but nothing from that point. No information, no articles, absolutely nothing. It´s like I just ceased to exist.” She muttred.

“Did you try to look up your mother or friends?” Bucky asked. “I tried at least, she either died or changed her name, same goes with my friends.” She shrugged. It had pained her in the beginning but not so much anymore. She had never forgotten her mother, but during her time in Hydra she had stopped thinking about her in order to keep her thoughts safe and free of want and longing.

Bucky nudged her as they walked. “If you don’t stop spacing out on me, I´ll have to bring Wanda to see whats going on in that head of yours,” he teased her. They took a turn to the right, into the kitchen. Lori laughed and shook her head. “No sorry. I´ll try not to space out anymore today” she promised and smiled at Bucky. He laughed with her and sat down by the kitchen island pulling on a carton with pizza in it. “Care to share Lori?” He asked and slid the pizza-box a bit to his right where Lori sat down.

“Is it regular pizza? Or the superior Kebabpizza?” She asked. Of course she had decided to catch up on some Swedish history from the years she had missed. One of the things she had missed was something called a Kebabpizza. She had gone to the nearest pizzeria and asked for one. She had paid a fine prize for it but she had loved it.

Bucky had been terrified when she told him about it, Sam too. They hadn´t been as terrified as when they saw her gulp one whole Kebabpizza in one go, but rather, impressed. “I´m sorry, Americans have done much. But we didn’t start, whatever the hell, that amazing pizza is. But yes it´s Kebabpizza for the miss. Now come here and eat,” Bucky said and pushed the stool besides him out for her.

Lori sat down besided him and grabbed a slice of the pizza for herself. She grabbed a soda can as well and held it out for Bucky to open, which he did without question. The two had really learnt how to work in harmony. It was easier now that Lori had become more used to them all, and more open to being around them as well. “So Wanda, whats on tonight?” Lori asked and looked over at the one she was the closest too, apart from Bucky and Sam. Wanda shrugged and smiled at her. “I was planning on seeing Skyfall, it’s a Bond-movie. They were a thing when you were younger right?” Wanda asked.

“So old mister Connery is still in business?” She asked and raised an eyebrow at the people in front of her. They all seemed to be very confused. “What? He isn´t dead is he?” She frowned and looked to Sam, her go to for information about celebrities. “I don’t know about that, but you must have missed out on a lot of Bond movies, Connery´s last was in 71. Roger Moore took over from 73,” Sam explained as he looked at her. “Right now, well up until recently, the role was played by Daniel Craig, I think you´ll like it” he continued and smiled.

Bucky patted her arm. “Relax, when I came too there was something called cellphones. I think you can handle a different Bond,” he teased her and chuckled. She shrugged but gave in and nodded. “I´m sure this Daniel guy is good, as long as he´s good looking the plot is less important,” she explained. All the James Bond movies she had seen had more or less the same plot.

“Incoming call from Peter Parker,” The disembodied voice of Friday sounded through the kitchen making all four of them look up in confusion. Peter hadn´t called since one of Lori´s first days and as far as they knew he was away, working in Europe or so. There was no reason for him to call the avengers, so why was he?

Sam picked up the call quickly and announced all of their presence for it. “Okay so I just got back from Europe two days ago, and apparently there was this dude waiting for me here in New York. Like he doesn’t know who I am but he has beef with Spider-Man I suppose, and yeah that’s me. But I can´t shake him off, and I don’t want to lead him towards May, so you know… I kind of need a bit of help,” the young man all but shouted into the phone. Friday thankfully lowered the volume of the call.

Sam had taken a visible step back at Peters voice and let out a breath. “Hey, relax man. Where are you? We´ll come out, meet you, and lead whoever is hunting you away from May and New York City okay?” He said and crossed his arms over his chest. They could all hear how hard Perers breath was as he swung through the city. “Uhh, yeah sure, I´m swinging back and forth across 5th. North and south, it’s a weird monster,” he explained before the call was cut right then and there. “Okay team, suit up. Jet leaves in five minutes, chop chop.” Sam said and ran off to the weapons room with Bucky and Lori while Wanda ran off to her room to get her famous coat. So much for movie-night, Lori thought.

Bucky and Lori arrived in the weaponry first considering they were faster than Sam. They grabbed their guns from the shelves and made sure they were all loaded and ready to go before they grabbed extra ammo. Lori also grabbed some of Natashas widow bites. They could always come in handy and they were small, hence not ahindrence to her. She grabbed the Captains shield and tossed it to Sam before she looked over at Bucky seeing him strap on his M249.

There was something beautiful and calming about it to Lori. She had seen him get ready before, but it never ceased to amaze her. He made it seem so easy, as if it was just an extension of him, a part of him. She had always worked to be as good as him with weapons. But she wasn’t nearly as good.

1972

She had been locked into her little cell once more, and she didn’t know how long she had been there. She was guessing weeks by now. Before the experiments she had received food twice a day, now she hadn´t received food in forever, and yet she wasn’t hungry. Not much anyways. The room was as cold as it had been before but it wasn’t affecting her anymore. The clothes she had gotten helped keep her temperature up. She had seen some changes in her body, her muscles had grown and were more defined now.

The door to her cell was unlocked and she looked up from her corner. There wasn’t any food with the men and they attempted to pick her up but she kicked and punched her way out of their grips. They held up their guns and she raised her hands. She didn’t want to fight them, but she could walk on her own. They grabbed her by her arms but allowed her to walk. They guided her and they weren´t very gentle with her but she didn’t care as she was taken into an open room with a strange-looking machine in the middle.

A man sat in the chair. He was breathing hard. The men holding her pulled her towards the other side of the room and through another door. There was a table laid out which they strapped her too, tightly. They hadn´t used belts this time, but handcuffs and wires instead. Of to her right side she could see windows, but they looked to have been covered up from the outside. Streams of cold air could still be felt from that side of the room. When Lori turned her head to the right she could see a large number of machines. Machines she would have never been able to name, or explain the use off.

Someone took a hold of her head and tied something over her throat, and then over her forhead, stopping Lori from moving her head side to side. She tried to scream but her mouth was stuffed by something she hadn´t seen and therefor couldn´t identify. She could still make noise, but it was muffled by whatever was in her mouth. They attached something to the wires around her and she could feel something biting into the skin of her right arm. As something dripped down her arm she realized they had cut her arm open with a knife.

She tried to move, but she was so tighlty strapped in that she ould only move her chest up and down. She screamed and tears rolled down her temples. Maybe the man she had seen in the bigger room would hear her. Maybe he would help her if he could hear her. She was silenced by a powerful shock going through her body. She stopped thinking and couldn’t see for a moment. It was over as quick as it had come over her, and she was struggling to catch her breath.

Lori´s body was on fire. The cool air from the windows did nothing to help her. She could feel the wires around her wrists and ankles, they were burning her skin. Even if she couldn’t see, she was certain the wires would leave marks on her skin. Lori cried out again as the next shock went through her. She wasn’t aware of how long it lasted as she passed out from the pain and shock. What had she done to deserve this? Why were they torturing her?

Her cell was where she woke up. The first thing she did was to look for the marks around her wrists and ankles, and sure enough, there they were. Bright red, and bloody from where she had kicked and strained against them. She touched them gently and whimpered. They were painful, but her head was hurting worse. She didn’t have any memory of what had happened. All she could remember was when she was strapped to a table with belts. But that couldn’t have been this day, it had to have been a long time ago. Belts wouldn´t leave her wrists bloody.

2024

The thing, or monster rather, that was chasing Spider-Man was almost too much for the team to handle. Peter had worn it out a bit though with his constant swinging back and forth. The jet landed on one of the roofs and the four avengers got off as Peter also landed on the roof. “Hey guys, so I don’t know what this dudes problem is. But yeah I need help, and I need to lead him away… And…” Peter rambled and pulled at his mask without taking it off.

“Hey kid, relax. Why don’t you sit tight and we´ll get a look on things,” Bucky said and patted Peters shoulder before leaning over the edge to look down at the streets, and then towards the next roof. He glanced back at Lori and smirked. “How do you feel about jumping?” He asked and backed up on the roof before he took off and jumped over to the next roof. It wasn’t terribly far and it was lower than their current roof. Lori chucked to herself and jumped after him. She rolled into the landing and looked up at Bucky. “Now what? The thing is huge…” She mumbled and placed her hands on the guns by her hips.

If she had more time before they left, she would have tried to alter her bullets and incorporate the widow bites into them. That way they could have worked from the inside of the monster, rather than just the outside. She sighed as she thought about it, but screamed as a large hand picked her up. She tried to grab her guns but couldn’t because of where she was held. She managed to get to her knife however, and stick it in one of the monsters fingers. It didn’t do too much until she twisted it.

The monster released her with a roar, and she was falling. Buildings in New York city are high. It would have taken Lori around 8 seconds to reach the ground, thankfully Sam caught her by the arm and helped her onto the nearest building. “You okay Lori?” He shouted as he began to shoot at the monster, which was now going after Bucky. “I´m fine, we have to help Bucky.” She said and reached up to turn her comms on. “Wanda can you get a hold of the monster? Mess with its mind or something?” She asked her fellow female avenger and looked up to her. She had a habit of taking control on missions, something the others had learned during their two previous missions.

None of the others had seemed to mind. Sam was quite hppy that someone else took charge for once. Considering Lori´s background Sam was happy to have her around. He liked not having to make all the decisions himself. “I can try, I mean I don’t know how his brain works, but keep him distracted!” Wanda exclaimed and floated over to the monster. Lori got up and dusted her self off a bit before she pulled her hair into a bun. It wasn’t pretty, or cute. But it got the job done. She checked her guns to make sure they were still working properly. She didn’t want to blow herself up by accident.

Her guns were fine. She took the safety off before she shouted at the monster on the other roof. Her wish was to get its attention to let Wanda get close. The monster turned its head, and Lori began to shoot at it with both guns. It didn’t seem to do a whole lot, but at least she had the monsters attention. It started to come towards her and she frowned. “Shit, shit, fuck, shit, fuck…” She mumbled and began to back away. She kept her eyes on the monster until she hit the edge of the roof. She glanced behind herself. The others and Peter were watching her. Lori took a deep breath before she emptied the magaizines of her guns into the monster who was at the other side of the roof.

“Lori, what the hell are you doing?” Bucky and Peter asked through her coms at once. She smirked to herself and looked at them both. “Sometimes you need to take a leap of faith,” She answered and threw herself off the building. The monster came straight after her as she had figured it would. It looked over the edge into the barrell of Lori´s guns. “Hello there,” she said before she fired, the speed of the bullets knocking the monster back. The others stopped in their tracks before they too went at the monster. Asking about what Lori´s thought-process was, could wait until they were out and fine. The important thing now was to make sure the monster was taken care off.

Bucky and Sam shot at the monster while Peter and Wanda used their powers to keep the monster down. Lori reloaded her guns for the last time and helped Bucky and Sam shoot at the monster. She was in more pain now, and she had realized the monster had done more damage to her than she had previously thought. She was wheezing a bit as she grabbed at her ribs. They were painfully sore and Lori coughed to clear her throat a bit, which hurt her quite badly. “Fuck,” she muttered to herself and leaned on a structure on the roof.

Wanda held the monster down with her powers and Peter swung around throwing webs at the monsters hands and feet to stop it from moving. It took them just a few seconds to complete their goal. Sam came over to Lori and frowned as he noticed her flinch away. “Okay guys, get ready to leave. I´ll get some agents to take care of this. Peter, are you going to May or with us?” He asked and looked to the onesie-wearing man. Peter shook his head. “I´ll wait here for the agents to arrive. If he were to get lost I´m one of the only who can keep him down. Wanda could you stay as well?” He asked and looked over to the robe wearing woman standing a little farther off. Wanda nodded and smiled at them all before she soared off back to the monster.

Sam helped Lori stand up and she leaned into his side. “Fucking hell,” She mumbled and gripped her side. “Let´s get you back to Helen to check out those ribs of yours,” Sam said quickly and all but carried her to the jet for them to leave. Bucky followed them and kept an eye back on the scene they had just left. They got into the jet and Sam gently sat Lori down on one of the seats. Bucky came over to her with a first aid kit but she just shook her head. “The doctor can check up on me, it isn´t very far,” she said and leaned her head back and sighed heavily. Bucky nodded quickly and shrugged. “I´ll just get you a bottle of water and some super pain killers for now then,” he explained and left her alone for a little bit to get the water and pills.

Lori touched her side and gasped a bit as she arched her back in hopes that it would make the pain more bearable. She would be fine in just a few hours, unless the ribs were broken of course. How she hated broken bones. They were annoying, painful and just took so long to heal, even for someone with supersoldier serum. Bucky came back with the water and pills which Lori swallowed quickly. She coughed as the water went down the wrong pipe. She wiped her mouth and breathed heavly. “Thank you, Bucky,” she mumbled and looked down at her hands. Sam, who was steering them towards the compound let out a chuckle.

“She came around, now everyone calls you Bucky,” he teased his best friend. Lori smirked and shook her head as she leaned her head back again and closed her eyes. She missed the look Bucky gave her. It was a mix of happiness, terror and pride. He was happy Lori called him Bucky, but he was terrified seeing as it made him care more about her. At the same time he was proud at how far she had come from when they found her. She was acclimating to them all, and now Bucky as well it seemed. He looked away quickly to Sam who was smirking at him. He groaned quietly and made a face at Sam before placing his left hand on Lori´s forehead. She hummed in approval of the cold metal agaist her forehead.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky asked quietly and looked at her. She huffed and chuckled a bit. “Like a monster picked me up by the ribs and squeezed,” she teased him and glanced over at him. “Go ahead. Yell at me for my little suicide drop move,” she mumbled and took another sip of water. “I´m not gonna yell at you doll, that ain´t my style. Sam will do that when you´re better. But I´m curious. What where you thinking?” He asked and smiled softly. Lori looked at him and shrugged. “I noticed there was a ledge just down the roof, and I knew it was big enough for me to fall on it safetly, plus we needed the distraction. Peter and Wanda had to get a chance to bring him down.” She explained and shrugged once more.

Bucky shook his head with a smile. “Steve was just like that. Always ready to get himself hurt for others…” he mumbled and looked away for a bit. He really missed his best friend, the man he had grown up with and the man who had saved him more than once. He sighed and looked back to Lori. Of course she was special in his eyes. She was like him in many ways, and he just wanted her to be okay and be able to live a life in freedom. “Yeah, but he was always on the good side,” She answered quietly and furrowed her brows. While she didn’t see a monster in Bucky, she couldn’t help but see one in herself.

The jet landed a few minutes after midnight and Bucky helped Lori out of the back of it. He stayed by her side and let her lean on him, before Helen came up and offered to get Lori a stretcher. Being stubborn as she was she refused and let Bucky help her all the way back to the med-bay. Helen got her a bed to sit down on. “Okay, can you just remove your shirt and I´ll have a feel. We´ll see where we go from there,” she explained and stared at Bucky, waiting for him to leave so they could have some privacy. Lori stared at him too and it took him some time to understand he should leave. “There´s pizza left, I´ll leave you some,” he said before he left the med-bay rubbing his neck.

Lori laughed softly but flinched at the pain shooting through her side. “You know what, just get your shirt off and we´ll take some X-rays of your side, I have a sneaky suspicion those ribs are broken,” Helen sighed and went to get her X-ray machine. It was portable and she could see the bones straight away instead of having to print pictures out. Lori did as she was told and gently raised her arm up seeing some good bruising on her side. “Bucky gave me some super strength pain-killers on the jet. I´m not sure wether they´re working or if they just haven´t kicked in yet,” Lori explained as Helen checked her ribs. “Yeah, well they usually work within half an hour, so call me through Friday if they arent working in 15 minutes. I´ll prescribe you a dose. Don’t take more than 2 at once and only every 4 hours, alright?” Helen said and Lori nodded. “Okay Doc, are they broken? Do I need a bandage or something?” She asked as Helen walked away again. Lori pulled on her shirt now and groaned softly clutching her chest.

“They´re broken alright, but we can´t bandage it or anything so while I´m not gonna put you on bed rest, I suggest you take it easy the next few days or maybe two weeks. Your serum is a little different from Barnes and very different from Steves so I don’t really know how long it´ll take.” Helen explained and smiled at Lori before they both heard the low rumble of thunder. Lori was confused but Helen smiled to herself. “Mind if I join you guys for pizza?” she asked and Lori shrugged. “I don’t mind, but I cant speak for the others but I bet they don’t mind either,” She explained and frowned as another roll of thunder passed by. “That doesn’t sound like normal thunder… I better get back to the others,” she said and got off the bed she had been sitting on. Helen nodded and said she would be with them in a few minutes, she just had to report in the pills she had given to Lori.

1972

Time meant less and less to Lori every second that went by. Had you asked her how long she had been with Hydra she would have answered anything from two weeks to her whole life. Truth was she had been captive for five months. It was the middle of December. For Lori it might as well have been November or January, she didn’t know. All she knew was that it was colder. She had been training a lot more recently. They kept her locked in her cell when she wasn’t training or being tortured. Training took up five to eight hours per day. The torture happened less and less now than it had before, but she was still tied up and electrocuted now and then.

She didn’t understand why, but she could rarely remember much after each of those sessions. Or rather, some things seemed less important than before. She had little recollection of her life before Hydra. Over the past few months they had gone through her head and removed what was Lori. She had become a shell. A shell Hydra had filled with an assassin. Lori had undergone gun-training, knife-training and hand-to-hand-combat. With her enhancement her opponents rarely lasted very long and she got a new one every day to let them rest inbetween session. All to give Lori the best fight they could. She had seen the one she had come to know as the winter soldier a few times, but each time she asked to fight him she was laughed at and tossed into her cell.

After a few days she had stopped asking all together, there was no use. Something different had happened this day though. She hadn´t been taken to the room of torture, and not to the training room either. First she had been taken to a dance studio where she had been forced to practice for hours. Her feet were bleeding, her legs aching. But she didn’t show any emotion as the men forced her into a lab. She was pushed onto a chair and a metal arm was placed in front of her alongside some blueprints.

“Disarm it,” One of the men said and left the room locking the door behind him. Lori was alone in the room with just the arm in front of her. She stared at it for a second before she picked up the blueprints and went through them. It wasn’t clear what she was supposed to do but she began to tinker with the arm and soon had a plate of it opened up. The arm itself was filled with wires that looked like nerves. She frowned to herself and took a look at the blueprints again. She tried to locate the nerves that would disable the fingers of the arms. If she could get to those, the hand wouldn’t be able to close into a fist. It was a start if anything. She would have to disarm the arm from the elbow down to get it to be almost completely useless and that would be much harder, she soon realized.

She had just finished when the guards came back for her. With them was the man she had seen a few times prior. He was pushed into another chair and the arm was attached to his left shoulder. He was staring straight ahead and he didn’t notice Lori at all. Lori herself was taken into an adjoining room where her most senior capter stood. “Send in the agents,” he told his men in a perfect British accent. The soldat stood up as three agents came in. Lori could see him trying to flex his metal arm but he couldn´t, because Lori had done what they had asked of her.

The three agents went at the soldat, who didn’t do very well without a left arm. He was overtaken by the agents who eventually tore the metal arm off. The soldiers guards stepped in and executed the agents at the spot. Lori was taken to her cell, no word on wether she had done well or not. She guessed she had done well considering she wasn´t punished. There was no knowing with Hydra. She would never figure them out, she realized as she laid down on the bed in her little cell. They had at least provided her with two blankets, a luxiory.

2024

Thor had arrived with his brother in a heap of thunder. They had landed on the grass just outside the livingroom. Bucky and Sam had to hold Lori close as she got quite scared by the commotion. The two gods had introduced themselves to the newcomer. They had all shook hands, but Lokis lingered on Lori´s. “Aren´t you a trickster?” He asked softly as he tilted his head with a wicked smile. Lori knew more than any of her collegues about who the gods were. Hell they were a part of her swedish culture. Norse mythology was something every kid in Sweden learned about, Lori hadn´t been an exception. In fact, the norse gods and the mythology had been some of her favorite subjects in school. She had been the best in her class as well. At home she had had a number of books on the gods, well-read and re-read a million times.

Seeing the two gods was a bit of a shock to her. Of course she knew they existed, she had read their files, but she hadn´t expected them to be so big. They easily towered over them all, including Bucky, and Bucky wasn´t short. Yet Loki was at least half a head taller than him and Thor was even taller. Loki had his hair slicked back and was dressed up in a sleek black suit while Thor was in sweatpants and a hoodie. The long golden locks from the pictures Lori had seen were gone in favor for a more spkiy hairstyle. She studied them both for a while, in silence. Lori wasn’t normally a talkative person, less so with people she didn’t know. The gods just stared back at her and tilted their heads. Thor was the first one to break the silence.

“What´s your deal?” He asked as he looked Lori up and down, which to some extent felt a bit intimidating and uncomfortable. “What do you mean, what´s my deal?” She asked and crossed her arms as she stood in front of the god. She didn’t like his attitude. An attitude like that would have been punished by Hydra. “Are you a god? Do you have mind-bending abilities? Are you a former soldier?” Thor asked and frowned as he stared her down. Lori raised an eyebrow but shrugged. “I´m close to what Barnes is… A super-soldier, or something of the sorts at least.” She explained and stuck her chin out at the god.

She heard a swoosh go past her ear but she didn’t flinch or move. Thor smirked as he looked at her with a large axe in his hand. “I like this one,” He said with glee and everyone could hear Loki sigh. “Yes brother, you like yet another human, who is surprised…” he said and shook his head as he rolled his eyes. Lori was fuming on the inside, she felt slightly disrespected but she was also proud of herself for not flinching at all. Bucky grabbed her upper arms and pulled her back a bit. “Let´s go to the gym, take it out on me.” He said quietly and pulled her back. Despite what Lori thought, Bucky knew her better than she realized.

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Sonamy AU

I had to do this, so don’t stop me now, I’m doing this!!! This is an Alternate Universe where Sonic is a famous singer, and his wife, Amy is a choreographer. Maybe if you read the fanfiction Pinky (AU) by XxSA_ChillidogsxX, you should check her story out on Wattpad. This story is basically my idea of what would happen once Sonic and Amy fall in love in the story. You’ll finally find out what I daydream about!

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Screams echoed the hospital walls, patients in the labour ward were cringing, while doctors on the other hand, were used to the screams, as it happened everyday. To Sonic and Amy, however, it did not. Those were Amy’s screams. Why is she screaming, you ask? Well, let’s find out.

Amy was panting. It hurt too much. She lost count of how many children came out of her. Three, maybe? Or four? She felt too tired to continue, but the doctors, told her to keep pushing. She looked over to her side, and saw the love of her life. He was right there, smiling. Amy had no idea why this man was smiling. Was it because she was giving birth to his children? Or the fact that Amy was killing his hand, and he tried not to show the pain? Either way, Sonic was being a supportive husband.

“Just one more push, Mrs. The Hedgehog, you can do this!” the Doctor said, adding more painkillers to ease the pain. Amy did one last push, and her head fell back.

“A-Amy?!” Sonic cracked, getting scared. What happened? Why did she suddenly close her eyes?

“Don’t worry, Mr. The Hedgehog, she’s perfectly fine. She’s just exhausted. She did gave birth to seven darling baby hedgehogs after all, it’s best to let her rest,” one of the nurses exclaimed. “While she’s asleep, you can look at your children!” Sonic followed the nurse over to where his babies were sleeping. Yes, when they came into the world, they caused a lot of noise (excluding the last one), but now here they were. His children. Sonic felt something in his heart. A never-ending burst of pride. They were his children, and they’d always be. His wife gave birth to seven precious hedgies. He touched their foreheads, from oldest to youngest.

He got to the last one, who was, surprisingly awake. Sonic looked at her eyes carefully. They weren’t both the same color. One eye was his own emerald eyes, while the other was Amy’s sparkly jade green eyes. He looked at her quills. They were royal blue with cherry pink tips. A complete fusion of her parents.

“Hi there, little angels. You might not remember, but I’m the one who’s been singing you lullabies when you were in your mommy’s tummy. My name is daddy, and I’m going to love you forever and ever. No one will ever hurt you.”

“Don’t tell me you already named them yourself?” Amy sat up a little, with bags under her eyes.

“Don’t worry, Ames. I wouldn’t do that. You’d hate me for that.” Sonic walked over to her, and kissed her on the cheek.

“Out of the way, old man. I wanna see my little bundles of joy!” Amy exclaimed, that same look Sonic made when he first saw the children. Sonic walked over to the glass bassinets that the babies were sleeping in. He took the oldest, who was on the left to Amy. A nurse who was checking Amy, walked back with a clipboard in hand to ask the names of each baby.

“This is the oldest one. She might’ve cried the loudest out of all seven.” Sonic gently placed the baby into Amy’s arms. Amy started to cry. The nurse was sniffling too, and covered her face with the clipboard.

“Angelica~” Amy sang softly. She said it as if Angelica from Hamilton. Amy looked up to the nurse, and said “Angelica Euphrosyne Athena the Hedgehog.” The nurse just nodded and repeated the name while writing the name. Angelica was a pinkish-coral colored hedgehog with blue highlights in her quills. She had two bangs on her forehead. She had emerald eyes like her dad. She kissed her baby all over, until Angelica made an annoyed sound. Euphrosyne meant ‘merriment.’

“It makes sense why you named her Angelica!” the nurse giggled. (Angelica Schuyler Church was a very confident woman, and she always spoke of her rights back then during the American Revolution, she was quick-witted, and had a sassy comeback for everything.) Athena was the Greek Goddess of Courage, law, wisdom, and justice.

Sonic gave Amy the next child, who also happened to be a girl. She was light blue hedgehog, with three bangs like her mom. Amy tickled her chin lightly, and she opened her eyes. They were also emerald, like Sonic’s. Sonic chuckled. The little one started bawl. Amy rocked her, and cooed to her.

“Eliza~” Amy sang. The second oldest child and daughter made a somewhat smile for a moment, and Sonic and Amy smiled as well. Amy said “Elizabeth Thalia Selene the Hedgehog.” Selene was the Goddess of the Moon in Greek Mythology, and Elizabeth as in Eliza Schuyler Hamilton, the widow of Alexander Hamilton. She was an emotional woman, one of the first women philanthropists of her time. Amy watched as the baby nuzzled into her chest. Thalia meant to flourish, or to blossom.

Sonic gave the next child, who was a boy. He had Sonic’s royal blue quills, with streaks of Navy blue. His eyes were open to reveal emerald eyes. Again.

“It’s like all of them have your eyes!” Amy pouted, whispering so she didn’t frighten any of the children. “What do you think we should name him? No way am I giving him a traditional name. He’ll be upset with me for the rest of my life!” Sonic just chuckled.

“Well, I was hoping all boys, but I have some names in mind. He came out really quickly, and you didn’t seem like you were in a lot of pain at that time. Maybe Flash Cobalt the Hedgehog?” Sonic asked. Amy nodded.

“The name suits him!” the nurse piped up. Sonic and Amy had almost forgotten she was in the room.

“It does, doesn’t it?” Amy said. She gave Flash a kiss on the forehead. Sonic gave Amy the next little boy. He was navy blue with royal blue streaks, and had Amy’s eyes. Amy looked at the father.

“Dash Navy the Hedgehog?” Amy smiled.

“That’s a cute name, Sonikku. I’m surprised you actually thought of names.” Amy flirted, while Sonic smirked. Amy internally squealed at how precious her children were. She kissed her child all over the face. Mostly on the cheek.

“I know.” Amy rolled her eyes.

“Here’s the next one. Careful, he squirms.” Sonic said as he gave Amy the next one. Amy quickly gave Dash to the Nurse. “This one looks like Wayne to me, don’t you think?” The hedgehog was purple with one bang hanging over his eye. Some of his quills went up a little, and he a strip of blue on his bang. His eyes were emerald, with tiny specks of jade in them. Those types of eyes weren’t too rare, but they weren’t too common either.

“Wayne Morado the Hedgehog.” Amy said, looking at Sonic. Amy knew that Sonic had a spanish heritage, so it was best to name one of the children with something that fit. Morado means purple in Spanish, and Wayne was purple. (I chose the name ‘Wayne’ based on @janie777‘s Sonic child oc, check her out!) Amy gave her third baby boy a kiss on the cheek, and handed him to the nurse.

Amy was given the fourth baby boy, which was indigo. He had three bangs, with jade eyes and speckles of granny smith green. Amy thought that their eyes were all precious, and started kissing the indigo baby on his forehead, face, and hands.

“My precious little one. What should we name him, Bluie?”

“Well, Pinky, Eric sure would match his handsome little face.” Sonic reached out, and nuzzled his finger against Eric’s face. “Eric Indigo the Hedgehog.” Amy smiled. Who knew that cocky, arrogant Sonic the Hedgehog, the R&B Sensation, had the perfect names for his perfect children? Amy was given the youngest and smallest of the litter. She was surprised by the child’s eyes. One was her’s and one was Sonic’s.

Amy giggled.

“And Peggy.” Amy squealed. “I got the Schuyler Sisters as my children!!!” Sonic was confused. Amy just pecked his cheek. She looked toward the nurse. “Margarita Harmonia Aglaea the Hedgehog!” Sonic made a poker face at her. Why on Mobius would she name her child after a drink? Margarita Schuyler Van Rensselaer had done so much for the American Revolution, and was full of spirit her whole life, even when she was on her deathbed. Aglaea was known as the goddess of brightness. Euphrosyne, Aglaea and Thalia were also known as the Three Graces.

“Okay, so Angelica, Eliza, Flash, Dash, Wayne, Eric, and Peggy?” the nurse recited. The new parents nodded. “Well, now that this is all done. Let’s reveal who I am!” The nurse took off her hat, and apparently was also wearing a wig.

“Lyra?! What the f*** are you doing here?!” Sonic whisper-yelled.

“To be your wifu’s nurse, obviously! I wanted to watch her give birth to my nieces and nephews!” Lyra exclaimed. Sonic pushed her outside.

“Are you even professionally trained for this?” Sonic asked. Lyra scoffed.

“Of course I am, what do you think I’ve been doing in college? Finding a boyfriend? I mean, I did that, but that’s not the point...”

“Can you just make the birth certificates and go away, no offence sis, but I wanna spend time with my new family.”

“I’m family too.”

“I meant the family I made on my own.”

“Listen here you little shit. I am supposed to be your children’s nurse, like it or not. So move it, I got give the kids a hearing test.” Lyra pushed her brother, and walked back into the room. Sonic shook his head, and followed in pursuit.

LYRA IS NOT IN PINKY (AU), SHE IS MINE. MINEEEEEEE, CREDIT ME IF YOU WANT TO USE HERRRRRRRRRRR. I’ll try drawing the girls, because my Sonic Characters look like shit. Especially when I try to draw Sonic, Shadow, or Silver.

Well, I don’t think I did very well. I tried, and that’s all that matters. Sorry for taking such a long time to post, I had to do research for the girls’ names. If you want to know the inspiration for the names, let’s begin with the girls. They were named after the Schuyler Sisters. They were real people. You can listen to the Hamilton Soundtrack, I got my inspiration from there. Also try reading Hamilton and Peggy! It’s my favorite book out there, 10/10!!! For the boys’ names, I went with something that would match Sonic’s name, as his sons all look like him. Wayne the Hedgehog was inspired by @janie777′s oc, which also happened to be Sonic and Amy’s kid. He doesn’t look exactly like her OC, but her art is amazing, I love the sonamy she draws. Even her Chat Noir and Ladybug! Eric was originally supposed to be named Erin, but I changed it. Do you think I should keep it to Eric, or go back to Erin? Eric was from a story I read on fanfiction.net, about Amy Rose moving to her Grandmother’s house, and meeting a hedgehog that turns into a werehog by night. She became pregnant with his child, and they have a happy life together, I love that story. WELL, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED, BYEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!

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Schooled (Bucky Barnes)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/OC

Summary: After the passing of Ava’s father she starts acting out which drives her right into the arms of one gorgeous Professor Barnes.

Warnings: fluff, mentions of sex, teeny bit of angst

Words: 2072

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy! I love you all! xxx

Part Eight - Daisy Buchanan

Ava smiled at Bucky as she helped him to clear away the plates, Bucky’s asshole of a dad, and his bitchy girlfriend had left without so much as on offer to help clean up. Harry was fast asleep in bed – after being lulled to sleep by the adventures of Peter and Wendy – and Ava couldn’t leave Bucky to clear up on his own. He smiled right back, his eyes lighting up as he loaded the dishwasher and he offered Ava a glass of red wine. She thanked him with a smirk and regarded him, swilling around the wine in the glass before she helped Bucky clean down the counter tops.

“You didn’t have to do that Ava,” Bucky grinned bashfully, “but thank you, I really do appreciate it.”

Ava shrugged with a grin, “I don’t mind, besides I can’t let you clean up all alone can I?”

“I wasn’t just talking about that, I was talking about the way you handled things with my dad, I think that you even impressed him,” he chuckled, “that’s a feat I’ve never managed to accomplish.”

Ava smiled, maybe she shouldn’t have said that she was Bucky’s girlfriend, it was a bit out of line for her to do so. But, she couldn’t leave Bucky to be bullied by his own father, “it’s really no problem, I would have only been doing homework, and no offense, but your homework isn’t exactly riveting,” she giggled, “your dad has got no reason to be disappointed in you, you’re a wonderful guy, despite what I’ve said in the past. I didn’t mean it.”

She grinned as Bucky flushed, he was so beautiful when he did that, Ava’s phone vibrated and she smiled, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, “my cab’s here. I should go.”

Bucky chewed his lip and gently touched her wrist, “are you going to the firework festival in a few days?” he asked nervously, continuing when Ava nodded, “can I see you there?”

“Why?” she asked warily, narrowing her eyes, she couldn’t imagine why he would want to see her.

Bucky sighed and dragged a hand through his hair, “look, I know that we had an agreement that we weren’t going to talk about what happened between us in Greece and I know that it’s only been a couple of months but I think there’s more to us than just teacher and student. Don’t you?”

Ava sighed, they had had that agreement for a reason, Ava didn’t think that she could open her heart to him, at least not yet and she didn’t really want to talk about this right now, not like this, “you’ll see me if you’re lucky,” she teased as she kissed his cheek and hightailed it out of his apartment, she didn’t want her taxi to drive off.

As she sat in the back of the taxi she rested her head against the cold glass of the window as she watched New York City race past the window like a blur. It really was such a beautiful city. She smiled happily as she wondered if Bucky had meant what he said. She didn’t want to risk her college career if they weren’t discreet about the situation.

Ava imagined that it would be easy to be with him, he was kind, funny and he had the face of an angel. She had to weigh up the pros and cons though she imagined that the pros probably outweighed the cons.

That night she had trouble sleeping, partly because she was still worried about what Bucky had said and partly because Loki had some girl over and they had been going at it for a while now. She was going to kill him, the walls were thin. Though, she was glad that he was happy. Wanda had also met a cute girl on Halloween night, it seemed like everyone was falling in love at the moment.

The next morning Loki had made her chocolate and cinnamon pancakes, they were her favourites, and it was obvious that he knew that he had kept her up for the better part of the night. When Ava told him that he should invite his new friend to the firework festival he blushed and immediately started stuttering, it made her giggle.

The day of the festival arrived on a sunny but cold day, Ava loved this time of year where you could sit in front of the fire with a mug of hot cocoa.

“So are you guys coming to the annual party tonight? Pepper wanted to carry on the tradition to honour my dad. It’s Gatsby themed this year.”

MJ smiled at her as she linked her arm through Ava’s and she rested her head on Ava’s shoulder, “we wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Ava smiled at her friends and she bought them all hot cocoa – adult ones though, they had Irish whiskey in them – Ava giggled as she drank the strong hot drink which warmed her from the inside. They strolled past the frozen pond which was being used as an ice skating rink and that was where she saw Bucky and Harry.

“Ava!” Harry shouted and ran over to her, hugging her around the waist, Ava giggled as she ruffled his hair, he was so adorable.

“Hey you are you having a good time?” she smiled and he nodded with a delighted smile, he was looking really well.

“Yes, I love it here!”

“Good, I’m glad, I’ll see you later, okay?” Ava smiled before looking at Bucky who had a dimpled grin on his face. She walked past Bucky, slowly dragging her fingers against his, ignoring her friends who were smirking at her. Ava pulled a face at them as she walked ahead, towards the photography stall; she had always loved looking at the photographs.

There was one photograph that held her attention; it was a photograph of a spring garden. There were dozens of flowers in the picture – roses, foxgloves and cornflowers – spreading across the landscape and a single wooden swing hung on a tree beside them. The mere beauty of that photograph made her feel warm despite the cold weather.

“Did you take that photograph? It’s so beautiful,” she smiled at the pretty young woman behind the counter who nodded with a grin.

“Thank you very much, and yes I did. I took it when I lived in England, we lived right by a deserted manor house but I would break in and take care of the gardens,” she smiled and Ava thought that she looked very familiar.

Ava smiled, she bought the photograph, and she knew that her dad would have loved it. He had taken her to the English countryside a couple of times when he had first split up with Ava’s mother. Those trips were the best times of her life.

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Bucky pulled at the uncomfortable tie, he had to wear one all day at work and he hated that he also had to wear one in his free time as well. It was the evening of the firework festival and apparently, this party was thrown annually as a celebration. Bucky’s mom was looking after Harry while he attended this stupid party. Well, it wasn’t all stupid; he just wished that it wasn’t themed. He didn’t think the Gatsby style suited him.

“Fuck man, I wish you’d stop fiddling with that!” Steve scolded as they walked into the party together.

“I still don’t understand why I’m coming to this party,” he bit back in an undertone as he nodded and smiled at the other guests that they passed.

“Well,” Peggy started, “the woman that is throwing this party comes into the café so often that we’re friends now so she invited me. I had to bring my boyfriend and my boyfriend’s boyfriend. Sam’s here because he’s my favourite,” she laughed as she linked her arm through the boy’s arms and Bucky narrowed his eyes at her.

“And, you need to meet someone,” Steve laughed and Sam nodded.

“What? I’m completely fine on my own,” he decided that he wasn’t going to tell his friends about his trying to win Ava over. He lifted his hand to run his fingers through his gelled hair, earning a swift slap on his arm from Peggy.

“Don’t mess with your hair, it looks nice like that!” Peggy scolded him like he was an insolent little boy. Bucky grumbled as he stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“And you might be fine on your own buddy but it’s still depressing to see,” Sam clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder. Bucky rolled his eyes as he grabbed a flute of sparkling champagne from one of the passing waiter’s silver platters. He took a sip and found that it tasted very expensive; it was probably worth more than his apartment.

“There’s Pepper,” Peggy smiled and pointed to the corner of the bar where the hostess was entertaining a couple of guests. The four of them wandered over to Pepper and she grinned at them as she saw Peggy approaching.

“Hey sweetheart, you look amazing!” Sharon giggled as she gave Peggy a hug.

“Thank you! So do you, I wanted to introduce you to some people,” Peggy smiled as she gestured behind her at Steve, Sam and Bucky, “this is my boyfriend Steve and his buddies, Bucky and Sam.”

Pepper grinned at them all as she gave them welcoming hugs before she gestured around the grand room, “enjoy yourselves, it’s an open bar,” she said before giving them a little wave and she went to mingle with her guests.

The party was going great, all four of them were taking their fill of the amazing food and drink, Steve was getting on Bucky’s nerves a little bit, he kept pointing out every girl with a pulse, “what about that redhead?”

“Steve, I’m warning you…”

“Oooh, what about her though, she’s pretty hot isn’t she Buck?” Steve shut up for a little bit when he earned a punch on his arm.

“I personally think that she’s pretty cute,” Steve said quietly, shielding his arm as Bucky rolled his eyes. Bucky couldn’t help but laugh at his friend.

Begrudgingly, Bucky looked to where Steve was looking and found that Steve was right, from her profile the three men could see just how pretty she was. She was dressed in a white flapper dress and her hair was adorned with a headband. The girl turned around, it was Ava, her mouth opening in surprise a little bit but she waved at them all the same before going outside onto the balcony with one of her friends.

“Sorry man,” Steve chuckled, slapping Bucky’s shoulder, “didn’t mean to snoop on your girl.”

“She’s not my girl,” he said simply as he took a huge gulp of his whiskey, “I’ll be right back,” Steve nodded distractingly due to the fact that Peggy had walked right over and perched herself on Steve’s lap.

Bucky walked out onto the balcony where Ava was sharing a cigarette with her friend, they both turned round to look at Bucky. Ava flushed while her friend smirked and walked back inside, “hey it’s Daisy Buchanan,” Bucky smiled, leaning against the railings.

“Hey, what are you doing here? You look great by the way, very suave,” she smirked which made Bucky flush and rub the back of his neck.

“Steve’s girlfriend knows Pepper so she invited us all tonight, thank you, you look very pretty,” now it was Ava’s turn to blush, He nodded at the cigarette, “didn’t know that you smoked.”

Ava smiled as she blew out a little bit of smoke and flicked the stub off the railings, “I only smoke when I drink or right after I’ve had sex. I thought about what you said,” she started as she chewed her lip, “I had a wonderful night with you in Greece, and maybe you’re right, maybe we can have that again. But we have to be careful, I won’t jeopardise my future. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

Ava beamed brightly, looking around to make sure nobody was spying before she cupped his cheeks in soft hands, and she kissed him softly at first and then kissed him so deeply that it made his head spin. The fireworks that were going off in the night sky were nothing compared to the fireworks that he felt inside of him.

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rosecolouredash · 5 years

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Querencia CH. 4

Previous Chapters// PROLOGUE ONE TWO THREE

Summary: A prince and his sword encounters a white mage.

Warnings: Mentions of (magical) violence

Notes: I’ve been on a writing roll, lately. Thank you to everyone who’s still with me on this. It helps a lot. Also just for fun, I created this lil character board for Cecile, Remy, Rome & Dionne. Expect the rest of the OC’s to have one too because these are really fun to make.

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CHAPTER FOUR

After receiving helpful information from a river Naiad named Cecile, Prince Calum and the Royal Liberation Army venture into the city of Ardglas. They look for the ‘boy with a golden halo’ and the ‘girl with a heart on her sleeve’ to heal Sir Ashton of his burns from the witch Estelle’s magick. When they cross the border, from forest to civilization, they are confronted with a civil war between the governing forces of Ardglas—two mages named Delara and Luke.

As the Royal Army rushed towards the flames and commotion, the bandit, Michael asked his companions, “Who the hell are Lady Delara and Lord Luke?”

To the prince’s dismay, the knight, Ashton—though injured—insisted he help in the possible fight. Now atop his galloping mare, Peggy, he recited to the group what he knew of the mages of Ardglas.

The city was home to a number of magick users and creatures—being one of Saere’s most mystical and diverse populations. Founded by the patron of all mages, it was decreed long ago that his ancestors would care for the land. In the current century, two mages were given dual responsibility to govern—Delara, a black mage of the house of Sutton, oversaw the Northern parts of the city while as Luke, a white mage and a member of the house of Hemmings, reigned in the South of Ardglas.

“To my knowledge, the two mages are also distant cousins,” Ashton finished with grimace. He and the twin knights, Remy and Rome, paved the way for the army—passing along burning buildings and destroyed cobblestone roads.

Michael scoffed from the wagon—pulled by the twins and their stallions—that he, Calum and his bandit family occupied. Dionne flew above them on her beloved gryphon, Arnie.

“A civil war and a family affair? This situation just keeps getting better and better.”

When they drew near, the screams of Ardglasians and combat were all to be heard. It was pure chaos—magick and weapons being used throughout the area. The Royal Army, not on horse or gryphon, jumped from the wagon and successfully rounded up the scared civilians.

“Remy, Rome. Please bring these people to safety.” Calum nodded to the two young knights. With a salute, they veered back—opposite the mayhem of battle—with a wagon full of people, grateful for the help.

From the sky, Dionne and Arnie suddenly let out a cry. “Incoming!”

The remaining group on land was able to disperse when a large fireball enveloped the place wherein they previously stood.

“Everyone all right?” The bandits responded to their leader’s inquiry as he went to stand by Calum. They stared at the scorched ground. “Well, that was close.”

The prince frowned. He looked up to gaze at the ongoing war. “Why are the two magick houses at war? What could have happened?”

The king of the wastelands gave a shrug of his shoulders. Before he could fathom a response, another scream ripped through the air.

“Another one!”

Calum had no time to react when he was forcefully pushed away—his back skidding against the ground.

“Michael, no!” The royal watched wide-eyed as another fireball fell fast towards the bandit.

Even the magick of Zephir could not help his friend—the speed of the flame just too violent, too quick.

All Michael could feel around him was heat. Unbearable heat. The kind where it made it difficult to breathe. A shadow obscured his vision as he awaited his untimely demise. After a second, the bandit shut his eyes and then felt nothing.

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“Don’t be so careless.”

The bandit blinked his eyes open, in surprise. He was alive.

Furthermore, he did not recognize that voice.

The blond in front of him, calmly stood—his collared white dress shirt dirtied and charred. The stranger had one arm outstretched, the lace trim of his sleeve partially covering his palm halfway. The other hand held a glowing staff.

The young man took one look at the fireball, now unmoving, mid-air. It then exploded into hundreds of smaller flames—all harmless while dissipating into smoke.

“Boss! You ok?” Michael was then surrounded by his bandits—who helped him up—as well as Dionne, who had flown down to earth, in absolute worry.

“Y-Yeah, I’m alright. Thanks to this guy.”

Both Calum and Ashton, after dismounting from Peggy, joined the group—also looking over Michael to be sure he was not hurt. The prince then stepped forward to address the bandit’s saviour. “Thank you for protecting my friend.”

The blond turned towards the Royal Army, his stare piercing and blue. “You lot helped my people. It’s the least I can do.”

Ashton then squinted at him, in recognition. “Luke Hemmings? Leader of the Morning Doves and the southern plains of Ardglas?”

The renowned mage gave them a charming smile. “The one and only.”

As war raged on around them, Luke commanded his team of white mages to continue their valiant efforts. Though their struggle was apparent, they abided by their leader’s wishes—holding off the enemy and protecting him and the Royal Army from anymore wayward spells thrown their way.

In need of answers, Calum went to speak again when he was interrupted by the blond.

“Not here. Let’s go to my place and talk.”

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“It was an ambush.”

The Royal Liberation Army stood with Luke in the large foyer of his heavily guarded manor. The white mage was aware of who Calum and Ashton were—the embroidery on the prince’s coat and the red ensigns that littered the knight’s silver armour being a dead giveaway. He was pleasantly surprised to meet their allies in the bandits; Michael, the acclaimed king of the Veodian wastelands that he saved from fire and Dionne, the sole gryphon rider Luke has ever met.

“Delara can be a brat but she’s not a violent person.” Luke grimaced at the thought. He and his cousin never had an issue in governing the city. They did so equally and peacefully. He was at a loss when news of the mages of her domain began their attack that morning.

“I know they’re from the Midnight Crows but—”

The Royal Army could see the apprehension in his face. Luke hid it well but he was certainly distraught over the entire situation. “—I think someone else is making them do this.”

At the comment, Calum made subtle eye contact with some of his allies. “Do you think—”

“That it’s the Easentian Army? It’s quite possible.” Ashton crossed his arms—a pensive look on his face. “I wouldn’t put it past them to wreak havoc around Saere.”

Before they could ponder more on the thought, one of Luke’s mages came rushing into the room, something in their hands.

“My Lord, it’s ready.”

The leader of the White Doves was presented with a gold circlet, its thick band encrusted with what looked like diamonds. The Royal Army stared in awe at the accessory as Luke explained that the jewels were actually crystalized water from the mystical lake, Galatea. A while back, the mage had discovered that the solid matter of lakewater carried a high concentration of magick—a single crystal being able to amplify the powers of even a child mage. Many times over.

“White mages are known primarily for their healing magick. For black mages, it’s offensive spells—like the fireball that almost fried the bandit to a crisp.” He finished, with a teasing grin. Michael let out a mock laugh.

“The crystals will help us stand a fighting chance but so far, we only have enough for this single headpiece.”

Luke went to place the circlet on his head when Calum had a realization.

“The boy with a golden halo.”

The mage expressed confusion at the comment. The prince then explained their being in Ardglas, in the first place, with the help of a river Naiad and the need of a healer for Ashton. At the mention of his name, the knight—with some difficulty—removed the breastplate of his armoured suit. He pulled up his undershirt to reveal his injuries. The burns had gotten worse, most likely due to their activity. After a quick inspection, Luke frowned. These were not ordinary burns. “Dela is better versed in magical wounds like this. I’d need her help to treat him.”

Calum gave a nod of his head. “Then it’s decided. We pay her a visit while getting to the bottom of this all.”

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After some strategic planning, the Royal Army, Luke and a handful of his mages, set off for the domain of the Midnight Crows. Before leaving, the head mage turned towards the knight who was adjusting his saddle on the white mare. “You should stay behind, Ashton.”

At being addressed, Ashton regarded the blond in bewilderment. “Excuse me?”

The mage held his ground. “I don’t know much about your kind of injury but I know enough that if you join us it can—no, it will get worse.”

Overhearing their conversation, Calum stepped forward. “Ash—are you in pain?”

The knight regarded his prince, his best friend, with a sense of desperation in his eyes. “It’s nothing I can’t handle.” He then let out a breath, “Calum, you need me.”

“What I need is for you to be ok.”

Ashton did not know how to respond so Calum continued. “I’m not asking as your best friend. I’m telling you as your prince that you’re not leaving Luke’s place to fight.”

Not one to disobey a royal order, Ashton backed down—though begrudgingly.

Michael and Dionne watched on as it all transpired. The bandit king then spoke to his oldest friend. “Di, you should stay behind with Ashton.”

The group turned towards the two when Dionne let out a rather loud scoff. “Are you kidding me? I’m one of your best fighters! Like hell I’m staying here with the royal knight.”

Michael then made the argument. “Exactly, you’re my best fighter. If Delara’s mages somehow get to Luke’s while we’re away, Ash is done for. He’s gonna need backup.”

Dionne hated to admit it but her friend was right. He was always thinking of others which made him such a good leader. Of course he would be concerned with leaving behind his new—and injured—friend unprotected.

When the group finally made their way, Calum looked back towards Luke’s home.

Ashton stood with Dionne, the girl’s arms crossed and a small scowl on her face—the white mare and gryphon standing alongside their respective riders.

The prince’s eyes met with the knight’s as Ashton raised a hand to gesture a number of things. A ‘goodbye’ yet ‘see you soon.’ A ‘fight fierce’ but ‘return safe and unharmed.’

Calum then faced forward while speaking to Michael who was right next to him. “I hope we did the right thing.”

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A soldier pushed open a set of giant wooden doors. “General, the white mage, Luke, has come with reinforcements!” He spoke between pants.

The large man glanced out of the stained glass window of the manor to see a group of individuals beginning to storm the entry gates. One of them, in particular, caught his eye.

“Well, if it isn’t the prince and his sad excuse of an army.” He let out a maniacal laugh. “Emperor Lorian will be pleased to hear that we’ve found them.”

He turned away from the glass to speak with another figure in the room.

“Looks like your cousin is trying to play hero, huh Dela?”

He received no response from the brunette woman crumpled on the floor. Her once navy blue dress was now stained with darkened spots from the blood that seeped through her wounds. Where her left sleeve was ripped open, a peculiar birthmark was made apparent.

In the shape of a heart.

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turdblossommm · 6 years

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History

Vlide is a banished by Odin from Asgard for crimes she never committed and never intended on committing. She lands on Earth and soon meets two men from Brooklyn and he life on Midgarden changes forever. But once the men die she feels as if nothing good is left in the world, to take the two greatest men she’s ever known. But she doesn’t know they’ll meet again seventy years later

OC (Vilde) X Steve (Platonic) and OC (Vilde) X Bucky (slow burner)

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this chapter but I’m trying to get better at updating. I’m also think about making a masterlist for this sooooo. Enjoy and the gif isn’t mine.

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Chapter Six

“Come on Vlide wake up” I could feel someone lightly slapping my cheek waking me from my slumber

“I will murder you ugly oafs when I get the chance” I grumbled as I pushed his hands away but he kept slapping my cheek. I flung my eyes open and my fist towards the man “Steve!” I released my fist and threw my arms around him and he hugged me back

“I need you to help the other men get out and make your way back to came. Can you do that Vilde?” I nodded

“Bet your ass I can” I stood up and grabbed his arm as he turned away “Wait Steve, Bucky-“ He nodded

“I know, I’m going to find him” I nodded and ran out to the yard yelling at the men to follow me out and get out of here. I spotted a tank across the court yard and smiled climbed into the tank. Dugan and Gabe were already in there

“Scoot over laddies” I smiled and Dugan looked at Gabe in shocked

“You can drive this?” Gabe asked

“Course I can, no different than a car right” I drove the tank out of the court yard leading the convoy of the remaining soldiers. I heard the explosions and spun around in my chair and climb to the roof to see the factory going up in smoke and flames.

“Steve” I whispered

“We got to keep going little lady” Dugan told me and I wiped my tear and climbed back down in the tank. We drove for a few hours and it was getting dark and the men we tired and hungry, hopefully they all can make it back.

“Hey” I felt Dugan’s hand on my shoulder “Were going to stop for a little bit, the men are tired.” I nodded and dug around the tank for medical supplies. I climbed out of the tank and jumped onto solid ground and tended to the sick and injured men. Once everyone was cleaned up I walked through the trees, I probably should have told someone I was going off, but I didn’t care. I lost my best friend, I should have gone with Steve to find Bucky.

Bucky.

Bucky was one of a kind, he had the looks and a certain way with words that could charm your socks off. I wish I met him before we came into this unholy war, under different circumstances. I kicked rocks, kicking myself. I turned back and made my way back to the camp. I saw Dugan and waved

“Hey little lady come here, I’ve been lookin for ya” I sighed

“I’m sorry I disappeared I just need to think. Is everyone okay?” He nodded and I turned to see all the new men that were settling in our little camp, my eyes roamed for the two men I wanted to see.

“Stevie” I slammed my body in to his and wrapped my arms around him “Oh gods I thought you gone” I looked over his shoulder and saw Bucky

“Bucky I thought they got to you” I hugged and held him tight

“Nothing is getting me doll, except you” I felt my cheeks heat up as I pulled back and smiled

“In your dreams Barnes” I chuckled

“Doll you’re all I dream about” He whispered and I felt my cheeks heat up.

“Move out!” I heard Dugan yell

“Vilde are you okay to walk? You can drive the tank” I shook my head at Steve. Others are far worse off than I am, more sick and injured than me. I’m going to recover faster than anyone here will so walking won’t hurt me

“No Stevie, I’m fine. Others should be in there” We walked, and walked, and walked. I could feel my raw feet, becoming rawer if it was ever possible. My injuries were beginning to sting and my body felt like was going to give out any second, my time on this planet has really messed with my godly powers. I don’t heal like I used to and whatever they were testing me with really took everything out of me.

“Doll, get in the tank” I shook my head at Bucky

“I’m fine” I felt myself stumble, I tried to compose myself and make it look like it didn’t happen.

“Take a break then” I shook my head

“I can’t fall behind” This time I really stumbled and he caught me “Okay a short break” I said breathlessly, my gods what did Zola do to me. He sat me down on a log and handed me his canteen and I took a sip

“Finish it” I shook my head “Vilde, we’re almost there” I drank the rest of his water and kept my focus on the night sky rather than him. The stars shone bright against the night sky.

“I’ll be fine once we get there” I handed him the canteen with out taking my eyes off the sky, it reminded me of nights in Asgard when Hela and I would watch the Northern Lights.

“Are you going to tell me what the hell that was back there?” I shrugged, knowing he was referring to my powers

“Driving a tank is fairly simple”

“Vlide” Bucky stopped

“Come on Bucky we can’t fall behind” I kept walking and he grabbed my arm

“What are you?” I sighed looking into his blue orbs

“I’ll explain later, lets just get to camp first” I reasoned with him and pulled my arm out of his grasp. We walked another three hours before I saw the camp and all the soldier came rushing to find their friends. I scanned the crowd for Peggy, Steve said she was there and I was hoping she still was

“Vlide!” I spun around and saw my best friend. I flung my arms around here as she wrapped hers around me

“God I didn’t think I was ever going to see you again” I sniffled and let go of her as Steve and Bucky walked over to us. We were talking about the Hydra base and where it was located and if if we knew of any others. Apparently Steve a good look at the map of all their bases

“I want to destroy them” I grumbled

“You and me both doll” I felt my cheeks heat up as Bucky smiled at me and whispered a joke in my ear and I laughed as I grabbed his arm. Colonel Philips walked over to our little group and looked at us

“Sir” Steve walked up to him “I take all responsibility for everything”

“That won’t be necessary Rogers” Peggy smiled and Phillips pointed his finger at me

“You’re on my list doctor” I shrugged

“Whats new Colonel” He gave me the smallest smile I’ve ever seen on his lips

“Well, I don’t have a new doctor to replace you so it looks like you have works to do Bladerson” Phillips ordered

“That’s Dr. Bladerson to you Colonel” I pointed my finger at him “You lot should swing by the medical tent” I pointed to the guys and walked to the medical tent and found my girls and they hugged me and told me how worried they were, but they didn’t ask why I left and I’m glad they didn’t. We worked until ever man that came into camp was in recovery.

“Got time for one more doc?” I turned to see Bucky leaning against a post and I patted the clean bed next to me. He sat down and I pulled out my supplies and pressed cotton to his wounds and he hissed in pain

“Sorry” I murmured

“Are we going to talk about it” I shook my head

“I’m hoping to avoid it” I continued to work

“Vilde” He grabbed my hand “You can tell me” I turned away from him and stood up

“No I can’t” I sighed and threw my tools on the table and pulled my gloves off “You’ll see me differently and i want you to remember me like this” I walked out of the tent and almost ran into Peggy and she smiled and told me about our relocation back to London with a new assignment.

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justsomewritingsandshit · 7 years

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New Anniversaries

Daniel Francisco Sousa II (OC) x Reader, former Steve Rogers x Reader, mentions of Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Length: 3483 words (yeah, I got carried away)

Warnings: none really, allusions to previous part, and some swears, reader moving on, pretty much made up Peggy Carters family - quick rundown. Peggy married Daniel Sousa, they then had a son, who had a son himself

Requested by @iamwarrenspeace

Masterlist for this series | Part 2 to Missed Anniversary

“Love?”

“…Yeah?”

“You awake?”

Both the bed springs, and yourself, groaned as you flopped onto your back. “Apparently.” You looked pointedly at your boyfriend in accusation. “What time is it?”

Daniel, the love of your life and; the sweetest man on the planet, looked a little guilty. This was a big indication of what the time was. Your eyebrows raised, seeming to further his awkward look. “… It’s seven, love.”

You closed your eyes, “Then, I’ll see you in two hours.”

“No!” Daniel pouted, scooting closer to your body, “Please, I made you a breakfast!” Your eyes shot open in horror. While Danny was a wonderful person, who was as smart as a whip, and as gorgeous as an Adonis, he cannot cook. He once set fire to a pot of water he was boiling, literally. You still don’t know how. Obviously seeing your frantic look, he back-tracked, “Okay, I ran down the road to get us French toast… But, I made the coffee, though!” His proud expression, which somewhat reminded you of a small child’s excitement, made your chest warm. Daniel made you happy, you loved him so much.

You let out a sigh of relief at his confession. The man couldn’t cook to save his life, but the Brit could make a mean cup of joe. “Darling,” You cooed, using one of his own terms of endearment against him, “I love you, and I love that you’ve done this,” Your hand gestured to the tray of food he’d been holding the entire length of the conversation, “But I am so tired. Please let me sleep.”

You could see Dan considering, his face softening slightly as he saw your under-eye bags, “Love,” He sighed gently, “Please eat breakfast with me.” His voice was too sweet, far too sweet for you to say no to.

In fairness to him, Daniel had just returned from the south of England the night before, after he’d visited his father. You’d definitely missed him, just as much as he’d missed you. He’d been absent from your life for three weeks, celebrating his father’s birthday with him, as well as to taking his annual leave from work. Dan worked hard, constantly trying to stay ahead of himself. It’s news to no person in the workforce, in any industry, that paperwork piled up after a while, if left unattended for even a moment.

Originally, you’d planned to accompany him, but you’d been forced to cancel those plans, to take over the position for a woman you worked with, after she’d gone into early labour, thus swiftly forced on maternity leave.

“Okay, fine!” You reluctantly sat up to eat, exposing your warm skin to the cool morning air, as your blanket shifted around you. “But I want you to know, that I’m only doing this,” You were referring to being awake before nine, “Because I love you!” Snatching a piece of French toast, which had been drizzled in syrup, you took a large (probably unattractive) bite, before letting out a borderline sexual moan, “This tastes so good, babe.”

Daniel smiled happily at you, “I asked Mel,” The woman who usually did the morning shift at the diner down the street, “To put extra syrup on it for you.” Your man knew you had a sweet tooth. You continued to messily munch on the food, not caring about the consequences, such as the mess you were making. “Hey.” Dan caught your attention, before he gently cupped your chin with his large hand, turning your head towards him. He leaned in close, softly kissing just below your bottom lip, before he pulled away, licking his smiling lips. “You had some syrup on you,” He explained casually, but you saw the underlining cheekiness in his grin.

You’d gotten extremely lucky with him. The man could still make you blush, after two years together. Thinking back, now, you wondered how you could have possibly believed you loved Steve. You never felt such a raw, powerful connection him, unlike with your Daniel. Did you ever truly love Steve? You weren’t sure. All you knew, was the day you met Detective Sousa, was one of the best days of your life.

You met Detective Daniel Sousa at your workplace, approximately six months after you left Steve.

The museum had become your second home after your breakup, as it was the perfect place for a history nerd such as yourself to hang around. You enjoyed your job, creating exhibits, and giving tours – especially to the elementary schools who visited on their school trips. After all, children were the most unintentionally funny people on the planet. The only downside to the job, was having to frequent the Captain America exhibit, and being forced to look into the eyes of the man who’d betrayed you, as well as the eyes of the man who’d been partner to that betrayal. Although, after a few months, when you walked past the exhibit, the sting of heartbreak faded, leaving only memories. You guess it helped to remember them as heroes they were, rather than your own personal villains.

There had been a break-in at work, so the local precinct had sent some of their officers to the crime scene, and thus; you were introduced to Detective Sousa. He’d been there to investigate the crime, but had stuck around, long after the case had been concluded.

It began casually. After his shifts had ended, he would often escort you to the subway stop nearest to you work, claiming that he had to protect you from the evils of the world. Daniel wasn’t capable of being a subtle flirt, not at all.

His ‘protection’ shtick, had originally left you weary (for obvious reasons), but you eventually conceded to grabbing coffee with him when he asked you (the second time), nearly eight months after you became single. The two of you had stopped at a local Starbucks on the way to catch the train that night, all the while arguing if it truly counted as a ‘date’. You both guzzled an entire cup of coffee, before realising you’d missed your train (too concerned by your conversation to notice the time), and the next train would take ages to arrive. Daniel offered you a ride, which you had accepted almost instantly – you weren’t subtle, either.

That was the first time you’d kissed him. Your body had pressed against the stick-shift of the car, his tanned hands cupping your cheeks, the both of you enjoying the moment you were sharing. When you’d pulled back, you both were breathing heavy, knowing that there was an undeniable connection between you two.

“It’s still not a date.” You had winked at him teasingly, not-so-subtly letting him know that you weren’t entirely sure your words could be classed as true.

After that first kiss, your friendship and relationship with Daniel only flourished. Before you’d know, Daniel was asking you to officially be his girlfriend, letting you know that he only wanted to kiss, and love, you. Honestly, he barely got out he words before you’d agreed. Ironically enough, that day, your and Daniel’s anniversary, was the day you had left Steve. It was as if the stars had aligned in your life.

Your fathers loved him.

Who wouldn’t, though?

Daniel was classically handsome, and had a natural charm to him – he reminded everyone of an old-Hollywood movie star. He had the tanned skin and the perfectly tousled dark hair, as well as the jaw, nose and lips that you were sure had to be carved by angels. Not only that, but he was funny. He had a dry wit, the product of his British background he said, that kept you laughing. Also, he enjoyed all the nerdy things you did – you often spent hours conversing about the Lord of the Rings, and Harry Potter, dissecting every aspect together.

You fell for him so easily.

The world stood still the day you’d discovered his secret.

Six months into ‘officially dating’, Daniel had sat you down to talk. When he opened his mouth, you’d been ready for the worst – he’d found someone else, he was secretly married, he already had children and another family, etc.

What you hadn’t expected, however, was that he was the grandson of Peggy Carter. You knew who she was. How could you not? Agent Peggy Carter. You knew her from the textbooks you’d studied at school, from the exhibits you ran at the museum, but mostly; you’d known Peggy Carter from the man you had loved.

When you’d first started with Steve, all those years ago, you’d known that he missed her. After all, she was the first woman he ever loved. You had helped the captain move on, as at that time Peggy was in her last years of her long, fulfilled life, and Steve had been in his late twenties. For the entirety of your relationship with Steve, you’d compared yourself to that strong English woman, admittedly scared of her ghost.

It turns out, she was the wrong spectre to watch out for.

Daniel knew of Steve. You’d told him everything – every memory, emotion, and thought. You’d kept no secret from your sweet detective, which is why this admission wounded you. “Why didn’t you…” You remember that you’d trailed off, struggling not to cry, scared that Steve’s past was going to ruin another relationship for you.

The man you’d fallen for, took your hand into his own, “It wasn’t to hurt you, not at all. I love you.” This was the first time either of you had said it aloud, “I didn’t want his past to hurt you. I’m not going to let that happen. What we have, is too good to let be ruined by some family history.”

His words had moved you, “T-that’s fair enough.” Your attempt to be casual was failed by your stutter, which was to distract from your tears. “M-my f-family used to be c-conservative, and t-that’s s-scary t-too.” Your joke hadn’t been that funny, but it still made you two laugh.

“So, now that I’ve consumed this breakfast food, can I rest?” You’d worked a particularly long shift the day before, which had consisted of school trip after school trip. Then, you had stayed up late, in order to witness Daniel’s return from the British Isles.

Daniel shifted the tray of empty plates and cups, to one of the bedside tables, before scooting up to you. “Okay.” The two of you had curled around each other, both tired but entirely content. “Before you fall asleep, love, I want to ask you something.”

“Mhmm?”

“Will you marry me?”

You shot up, absolutely startled, and managed to elbow his chin in the process. Not that you noticed. Had you just hallucinated? “W-what?” You loved Daniel, but were you ready to commit to him in this permanent way? Your heart filled with happiness, knowing that you loved him unconditionally. “Marriage?”

Daniel nodded, smiling happily over at you. “I want to marry you, Y/N.” He watched your face, taking note of the shock and slight apprehension on it, “I love you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, sometimes eating waffles in bed.” As you let out an awkward chuckle, he reached over to the tray he’d just placed on the bedside table. Then he lifted a small, white ceramic sauce bowl up, revealing a gorgeous ring inside. “It was my mother’s.” Dan explained, as he brought the ring closer to your face, “When I told my father that I was going to ask you, he insisted that I give it to you. He said it was a family heirloom.” From what you knew of his family, they were big on tradition – this must be another one.

“Danny, I-”

“You don’t have to say yes, if you’re not ready yet, love.” He reminded you, once again letting you know why you fell for him, and furthering the warmth in your heart. “We can pretend this didn’t happen, if you want.”

“No.” Daniel froze in shock, he genuinely wasn’t expecting such a blunt rejection from you. “No! I mean yes, I want to marry you! The ‘no’ was to your idea of pretending the proposal didn’t happen.”

“So… yes?”

“Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Yes!”

The engagement party was at your shared apartment, as your work at the museum, and Daniel’s at the police station, didn’t really earn either of you mega bucks – this meant hiring out a venue was not possible. It didn’t matter, though. The two of you cooked and baked all day (well, you did). Daniel, instead, stuck to occasionally handing you a spoon, or the flour. His father, who’d flown in for the event, had brought champagne on his way from his hotel. Your fiancé had spent a fair few hours organising the apartment, moving furniture, and setting up what he said was a ‘sick’ Spotify playlist for the evening.

It was going well, too. Your dads’ had flown in from Wyoming, as well as several of your other family members, and they were now mingling amongst Dan’s family, both of your friends, and co-workers. The evening was going so well, and everything went to Daniel’s schedule. You didn’t expect anything less than perfect, as Daniel strived to make this the best party you two could afford.

Of all things that you didn’t expect to happen, however, Tony Stark showing up to your engagement party was pretty high on that list. You didn’t remember inviting him, as he was barely known to you. Sure, you’d been in his building a few times, when you’d dated Steve, but that was literally years ago. But there he was, sipping on a flute of champagne, chuckling along to the story Daniel’s father was telling.

“Hello.” Dan slid his arms around you, pulling your body into his. He seemed to be either un-aware of Tony Stark’s odd presence, or completely nonchalant to his placement in the room. “What’s got you so pouty?” You’d been standing in your small apartment kitchen, having run to grab some more food for a few plates that were running low in the living room. It was then that you spotted Stark, and had paused to stare in confusion, just out of sight. “Are you pouting, because your dad told the story of how you walked in on him and your step-dad?”

“What?” You spun around quickly, “No! He told that story?” You shoved your face into Daniel’s shoulder, “No!” After your mother’s death, your father (to your knowledge) hadn’t even looked another persons’ way. At least, that’s what you thought, until you came home early from a sleep-over one day, only to be visually scarred by the image of your father having sex on the couch. The fact it was with a man was irrelevant, it was the fact it was your dad – you didn’t sleep that night, and you were too scared to have sex until well into your twenties.

Daniel chuckled, and kissed the crown of your head. “Yeah, it made my dad and Uncle Tony crack up.”

You froze, up until this moment, you’d thought that Dan only had aunts’, and cousins’. “Uncle Tony?” Your voice was chilling.

“Yeah,” Daniel paused, his face morphing into his embarrassed, slash guilty, face. “I forgot to tell you that he’d my godfather, didn’t I?” When you glared at him, he tried to defend himself, “It’s not something I can casually tell people!”

“Daniel Francisco Sousa, the second, we’ve been dating for over two years!” So, he’d been keeping secrets from you again, “Is there literally anything else, about you, that I should know? Tell me, is the Queen of England, also a relative?” The sarcasm was you trying to show that you weren’t being too serious, but you were pissed.

“No,” He sighed, kissing your cheek in affection, nuzzling it, trying to get back into your good books, “Love, that’s the last surprise about me, I swear!” Picking up the plates you’d abandoned, Daniel walked over to the door to the kitchen, “Now come on, I’ll introduce you!”

Three months later, you found your way back into the Avengers tower. You walked into the same elevator, spoke to the same JARVIS, but this time you requested that you be taken to Mr Stark’s office, rather than Steve’s floor. The elevator arrived, and the doors then opened, leading you into the large room.

“Y/N!” Tony Stark greeted you. His arms were thrown wide, drawing you into a hug the second you’d stepped off the elevator. “What are you doing here?” He wondered, although judging by the look on his face, you were sure he already knew.

“I’m here to talk about this,” You held up the cheque that had shown up in your mailbox, the large sticker on the front telling you it came from the desk of the Avenger in front of you. “This is too generous, Tony.”

The man rolled his eyes, “Nonsense! You and my godson aren’t gonna be able to pay for that wedding alone!” He waved his hand dismissively, wandering over to his desk, “Look, I don’t have a kid, the closest I got is Daniel. I’ve always helped his parents out, for all his stuff – school, camps. When I was told he was getting married, I wrote the cheque before I even knew it was you he was marrying. I was going to give this money to him, anyway.” Tony slumped into his chair. “I was surprised it was you, though.” He continued quietly, whilst you stood silently in front of the elevator, not sure what to do, or what to say. “I’m glad the both of you found each other, you suit each other well, and I’m glad you didn’t hold who he is over his head.”

Your shook your head, “I would never!”

The billionaire nodded, “I know. I’m happy for you both.” Tony smiled at you, “Now, I have a meeting, so you should head off.” It was a clear dismissal, “Also, I’m not taking the money back!”

You shook your head, but you still managed to smile slightly, “Goodbye.”

“By the way, was that Y/N I saw earlier?” Pepper Potts, right hand woman of Tony Stark, questioned later that night. Those who were at the Avengers tower that night, sat around the large dining table, consuming a nice Chinese takeaway that Natasha Romanoff had suggested. Across the table from Tony, was Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, the two men responsible for so much of Y/N’s emotional damage. “What were they doing here?”

“Y/N’s the one marrying Daniel.” Steve’s head shot up, noodles hanging out his mouth as he stared at Tony in shock. Y/N was getting married? “Yeah, I met her officially at the engagement party, that you missed,” Tony gave a mocking scolding look to Pepper, “They’re perfect for each other.”

“Why was she here, though?” Pepper once again asked, before noticing Tony’s sheepish look, “What did you do, now?”

“Nothing!” He received her narrowed eyes in response, “Okay, I gave them some money for the wedding! Y/N didn’t want to accept it, but I insisted! They’re family, now, after all!”

“Family?” Bucky asked, pretty much choking out the word. After all, his stint as the Winter Soldier meant that a lot of Stark’s family had been taken out.

Tony glared at him, he was well aware of what had happened, and for that reason he did not trust Barnes. That, and the whole affair thing, too. “Daniel’s my godchild.”

“Daniel?”

“Yes, Daniel Francisco Sousa, the second.” Tony threw a glare towards Barnes, before being struck by a thought. He turned his attention to Steve, who was very interested in his food. “Daniel’s father and I pretty much grew up together, you know. His parents and Jarvis were all I had after my parents died.” Tony paused, to look at Bucky, before continuing, “You might know one of them, Peggy Carter-Sousa?” Steve’s neck nearly snapped with the force of him turning to look at Tony, his eyes wide. “Mhmm, I guess that means that technically, Y/N is going to be a part of the Carter family…”

Steve stood up suddenly, his chair flying backwards. He stormed out of the room, leaving a sad-looking Bucky, a shocked Pepper, and a smug Tony, behind. On the way up to his room, the same one where he broke Y/N’s heart nearly three years ago, he thought to himself about what he’d just discovered.

Y/N was getting married… to someone who was related to Peggy… his best girl.

His bright blue eyes began to water, and he felt a heat begin to spread. He was feeling waves of jealousy, and guilt descend.

Y/N had managed to get a piece of Peggy. Y/N had Peggy’s grandson. Y/N didn’t need him. Maybe, Y/N never needed Steve. And now, Y/N had everything he’d ever wanted…

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bookishplays-blog · 7 years

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some advice

so, you’re joining the hamilton fandom and want to produce content? great!! scared of the unofficial etiquette in this mess? let me help. (disclaimer: this is an UNOFFICIAL guideline. i’m aware that this fandom is a problematic mess that’s full of discourse and the only adult ones tend to be actual legal adults. don’t fuckin @ me saying that hur durr i’m wrong and should rot in hell. this is based off personal experience.)

-SHIPS •Most pairings are accepted. The main ones are Hamilton/Laurens, Hamilton/Burr, Hamilton/Eliza, Jefferson/Madison, Jefferson/Hamilton, Washington/Lafayette, Maria/Eliza (or any Schuyler sister rly) and Mulligan/Lafayette. These usually have the most content, but also contain the most discourse. There’s also some major minor character ships out there; Lee/Seabury, Lee/KG3, Seabury/KG3 etc. I found Eacker/Philip H smut once. This fandom is literally the reason why Rule 34 exists. If it exists, there is porn of it. •Polyamorous ships are widely accepted. I don’t ship any personally, but a few big ones are Hamilton/Eliza/Laurens, Laurens/Hamilton/Lafayette/Mulligan, Hamilton/Jefferson/Madison, etc. Basically, a lot of people like the idea of Hamilton’s cheating being converted into a happy, consensual relationship that’s polygamous, and that’s okay. (Please note I’m not equating cheating with polyamory. Hamilton being a dirty cheater doesn’t necessarily have anything to do with poly ships if you don’t want, but to me it seems particularly common, especially with the ships containing Hamilton and Eliza.) •And I know you want to ask; what’s not accepted? Hard question. This fandom loves its angst, so there aren’t many ships that seem untouchable. For the love of God, though, don’t write anything that’s incestuous. I’m talking father/son, sibling/sibling. Don’t make any of Hamilton’s kids end up with the characters in the show. No, Washington/Hamilton doesn’t count as incest, although I personally can’t stand it. •BASICALLY, don’t be a dick. Also, bear in mind that James Reynolds is the Umbridge of this fandom. If you portray his relationship with Maria as anything less than abusive, there will be riots. I’ve yet to see an (educated) James Reynolds apologist.

-CHARACTERS

•In terms of physical appearance, this fandom is a little wishy-washy on guidelines, unofficial or no. Tip: don’t whitewash if you’re drawing/writing them as their musical characters. Just don’t whitewash in general. This fandom seems to be okay with historical-era fanart and fanfic, which usually involves the characters looking like they did historically, but don’t romanticise them. Don’t romanticise them in general, but especially if you’re making them historical-era. •SPEAKING OF ROMANTICISING, these characters were BAD PEOPLE. Jefferson owned slaves, Burr owned slaves, Washington owned slaves, the Schuylers owned slaves, evidence points to Hamilton owning at least one slave. Don’t let the Alexander apologists fool you; they were bad people historically. Don’t refer to them, ESPECIALLY I HISTORICAL CONTEXT, as ‘cinnamon rolls’. They were misogynists against the rights of women and minorities. Don’t forget that, no matter how much you like their characters. The Jefferson you like is portrayed by a black Jew; the Jefferson in history was a racist with a history of sexual assault and a slavery apologist. •KEEPING THAT IN MIND, personality-wise, what we get from the musical is a little murky. Peggy is a great example of this. Fanon Peggy is very outspoken, sarcastic and a typical millenial. In the musical, she’s shy, hides behind her older sisters and very cautious. This is because of the fact that a) Peggy’s vocals are only apparent in one song through listening alone and b) historically Peggy was very similar to fanon Peggy. THIS DOESN’T MATTER. PORTRAY THEM HOWEVER YOU THINK SUITS BEST. Don’t let the musical force you to make Eliza’s main trait be 'nice’. For all you Laurens stans out there, it’s okay to let him have interests other than art, turtles and Hamilton. Feel free to give them depth, complexities, flaws. Not only is it fucking refreshing amongst the collection of bland chatfics and high school AUs that seem to reduce each character to a single trait, it’s good for original character practice as well. •THE SCHUYLER SISTERS get their own section. If you’re doing something historical, remember that they had other siblings. It’s generally agreed that Angelica and Eliza were closest, but Angelica and Peggy and Eliza and Peggy are shown in the musical as being close too (see Angelica dancing with Peggy and hugging her in Satisfied, and Peggy helping Eliza put away her letters and being dragged along with her in Helpless and The Schuyler Sisters). Sometimes it seems that fics reduce them to plot devices, minor characters or love interests; I won’t go all 'SJW!1!1!1’ on you but they are their own people as well, and flesh them out. (This problem is not as common in artwork, since art of them tends to focus on them either as a trio or Satisfied and Helpless companion pieces starring Angelica and Eliza.) Also, fun fact that this fandom seems to have overlooked - all three of them could play instruments. -REVOLUTIONARY SET AND DEMOCRATIC REPUBLICANS. Things to remember include Madison and Hamilton being friends before Jefferson showed up, Jefferson and Lafayette being close, Mulligan historically being Hamilton’s biggest hypeman (oh, I wish I was kidding) and Laurens and Lafayette being close friends. As for Burr, he’s traditionally relegated to the strange outsider by the fandom. This is more of a personal view, but Burr started off as a member of the Revolutionary Set, and progressed into a Democratic Republican, and this fandom likes to forget that. -THEODOSIA JR. Theodosia is never seen, only mentioned, which basically means everything about her is fanon. Literally. The only confirmed thing about her are her parents. This means Theodosia is good for inserting an audience-type character into; she’s an empty vessel, essentially, so anything you do to her involves zero fact checking. BEAR IN MIND that Theodosia is usually shipped with Philip, and that some members of the fandom will have expectations of her. Ignore those people. Theodosia is a shell of an OC, so as long as you don’t murder her in childhood or something, there’s no real discourse you have to be wary of. (Apart from Philip/Theodosia discourse, which is apparently a thing? But there’s discourse in practically every ship, so by all means, ignore that too.) •UNMENTIONED/UNSEEN CHARACTERS. I’m talking Ben Franklin, John Adams, James Monroe, Governor Clinton, them. John Adams appears to be universally hated, John Jay is often used as a filler or plot device, and the others are just used as names. Don’t bother about continuity with them.

-SOME COMMON AU IDEAS •High School/College Modern AU. This is a big one. There are flaws in it, namely romanticising too much and relegating major characters to 'minor’ status, but it’s so widely used that it’s good to know if you’re new here. •Modern Government/Law AU. Another big one. Not as commonly used because ugh, research and maturity, but there’s a massive pro to them - more complex themes and 'child’ characters can be added because the main lot are usually older. My personal favourite. •Chatroom AU. What it sounds - no real fic, just usernames and text speak. Good for laughs or plain fights, but bad for complex emotion, fluff, angst, or major plot. Also, they clog up the tags of less major ships, especially on AO3. •Soulmate AU. A variety of soulmate AUs exist, but essentially boil down to having some kind of matching mark, etc. Amazing for angst, fluff, plot and character development, but not so great for humour or multi-chapter fics. •Domestic AUs. Exactly as they sound. Massive fluff traps, no real substance but they’re amazing if you’ve had a shitty day and need something to cheer you up. Fan favourite.

So there you go! Everything you need to know if you’re entering the Hamilton fandom, give or take a few things. Don’t bash ships, don’t romanticise them too much, and take Ron Chernow’s content with a pinch of salt (he’s known for 'not finding’ easily accessible content regarding the women of the Hamilverse). Good luck!

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creativeashproductions · 7 years

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Innocent [Part 7]

Summary: Blake Ainsley’s always had a rule that she wouldn’t getting into a relationship with someone outside of SHIELD, the problem came in the form of a tall brunette hunter trying to be normal. Blake and Sam believe each other to be too innocent for the world they both know, one that involved chaos, death, blood and pain. Will they ever know about each others ‘real life’?

Characters: Blake Ainsley/OC x Sam Winchester, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff

Words: 3277

Warnings: Swearing, blood, a little fluff, and a little angst.

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They parked in the woods a good distance away. They were about to leave Sam out of possible harms way when he grasped onto Blake arm with determination. He was a light sleeper so it wasn’t unexpected. “We here?”

“The file came from these coordinates.” Nat informed him as he climbed out the truck to his full six foot four height. He towered over Steve and that reminded him of the days he was tiny.

“So did I.” Steve mumbled as they walked around the camp as Nat raised her device in the air looking for anything, “This camp is where I was trained.”

“Changed much?” Sam rolled his eyes not believing this deserted training camp was where this man came from. How could Blake blindly put her faith in this guy.

“A little.” Steve said his eyes trained on one area as if something was there that the rest of them couldn’t see. What they didn’t hear was a familiar voice calling out to Steve’s former self who had stopped to watch the present man. The voice called Rogers back to the group and into formation.

“You okay?” Blake softly asked the older man.

“Brings some back emotions. It is stupid that I actually miss the days when I was barely 100 pounds soaking wet?”

“Not really. You went into the line of duty to help your country in the days we were at our worst. You didn’t get to see the win through.”

“This is a dead end. Zero heat signature, zero waves, not even radio. Whoever wrote the file must have used a router to throw people off.” Nat sighed barely noticing as Steve was staring at the building in front of them.

“What’s wrong Steve?” Blake questioned softly as Sam looked around.

“Army regulations forbid storing ammunition within five hundred yards from the barracks. This building is in the wrong place.”

Blake watched as Steve grasped the lock in his hand before gripping his shield and slamming it down. The lock dropped to the ground before opening the door for everyone. He placed his hand on Sam’s chest as the females went inside.

“You sure you want to step into mess we have on our hands?” Steve asked, “You still go back to California and forget this all happened.”

“I’m sure. You don’t know the life I had growing up, and I would never give up on that woman in there. I love her.”

“Okay.” Steve sighed letting Sam walk past. Glancing around he pulled the store shut before catching up with everyone.

Blake flicked the lights on allowing them to see what they had walked into, specifically they noticed that they had stepped into an old SHIELD office. They all stood in shock at what was around them.

“This is SHIELD.” Nat said looking all around.

“Maybe where it all started.” Steve said as they continued into a room holding old photographs of Howard Stark, Peggy, and Colonel Chester Phillips. Blake had read up on the history of SHIELD when she officially joined.

“There’s Stark’s father. You can tell they shared the same personality.” Blake whispered thinking of the brainiac in charging of supplying money for the Avengers needs.

“Howard.” Steve muttered.

“Who’s the girl?” Sam asked noticing the sadness on Steve’s face.

There’s no reply as Steve continued walking farther into the room where a bookshelf was resting on a wall. Taking up a lot of the room.

“If you already working in a secret office… “ Steve trailed off as Sam helped him move the bookshelf away revealing a pair of silver elevator doors.

“Then why do you need to hide the elevator?” Blake finished rather surprised at the revelation. It was slightly a tight fit riding down to the further into the earth. The doors opened to show an even larger room with a large amount of old computers.

“This can’t be the data point, this technology is ancient.” Nat says looking around the room in shock. “Nat. We’re in the right place. There’s a flash drive port, this definitely not originally here.” Blake said in shock also. Sam glanced around in wonder.

“Well let’s see what happens.” Nat genuinely smiles at her female…friend. She could consider Blake a friend. She quickly places the flash drive into the port activating the computers in the room.

“Initiate system?” The robotic voice of the computer said. “Y-E-S, spells yes.”

Sharing a look with the people in the room with her, as Nat carefully typed yes. Everyone but Steve watched in amazement of being with something so old. Steve was more comfortable with these computers opposed to the modern day ones.

“Shall we play a game?” Nat chuckles darkly before turning to Steve, “It’s from a movie that…”

“Yeah, I saw it.” Steve muttered rolling his eyes.

“I made him watch it with Thor and I.” Blake chuckled remembering the unimpressed and frightened appearance of both the men that night. She always found it amazing that they were big men that fought real life bad people and a little movie scared them.

“Good job.” Nat said appreciative.

“Rogers, Steven. Born, 1918. Romanoff, Natalia Alianovna. Born 1984. Ainsley, Blake James. Born 1982. Winchester, Samuel. Born 1983.” A heavy accented voice says coming from the computer. There on the screen is a green figure with glasses, it was like a prehistoric version of FaceTime or Skyping.

“What the hell…” Sam trailed off freaking out internally. This was something he had never though possible especially with such old technology.

“It’s some kind of recording.” Natasha says.

“How the hell does it know Sam?!” Blake exclaimed shocked. He had nothing to do with SHIELD or HYDRA. He didn’t even have social media for god sake and he never explained why.

“I am not a recording Fräulein. I amy not be the man I was when the Captain took me prisoner in 1945, but I am…” The computer trails off. A black and white photo is brought up of a man Blake can’t put her finger on.

“Do you know this thing?” Blake whispers over to Steve. Sam goes to pat his pocket looking for his phone only to discover it missing.

“Shit. Guys can you do what you have to do? I lost my phone. It has my families number on it and some important information about law schools.” Sam questioned wincing at the possibility of losing everything.

“Uh. Yeah, we’ll be out as soon as possible. Go to the truck I guess.” Blake said. Sam swiftly kissed her on the cheek before returning to the elevator.

“Arnim Zola was a German scientist who worked for the Red Skull. He’s been dead for years.” Steve muttered not taking his eyes off the screen. The familiarity of the name came back to Blake with ease, it was something that Steve had only mentioned in passing after a couple times they had found.

“First correction, I am Swiss. Second, look around you. I have never been more alive. In 1972 I received a terminal diagnosis. Science could not save my body, my mind however, that was worth saving on two thousand feet of data banks. You are standing in my brain.” Zola replied only showing the slightly emotion when correct his nationality.

“That’s just beyond creepy.” Blake shivered.

“How did you get here?”

“Invited.” “It was Operation Paperclip after World War II. SHIELD recruited German scientists with strategic values.” Natasha began.

“Swiss. Don’t want him putting up some unfriendly photos on Facebook…oh wait you can’t with his junk!” Blake cackled feeling Steve shove his elbow into her ribs.

“They thought I could help their cause. I also helped my own.” Zola stated, “I am no mere computer program Fräulein, I am a genius without a physical body.”

“Still creepy you freak.”

“HYDRA died with the Red Skull.” Steve hissed giving Blake another glare.

“Cut off one head, two more shall take its place.” Zola continued.   “Prove it.”

“Accessing archive.” Zola said as old footage popped up showing Red Skull before Blake started to wonder if Sam was waiting at the truck as asked, “HYDRA was founded on the belief that humanity could not be trusted with its own freedom. What we did not realize, was that if you try to take that freedom they resist. The war taught us much. Humanity needed to surrender its freedom willingly. After the war, SHIELD was founded and I was recruited. The new HYDRA grew. A beautiful parasite inside SHIELD. For seventy years HYDRA has been secretly feeding crisis, reaping war. And when history did no cooperate, history was changed.”

Blake’s eyes widened in horror as the information, the mere genius of how HYRDA had been hiding so well over the years. She shared a mixture of horror, shock and disgust with Nat and Steve before she turned back to Zola.

“That’s an absolutely stunning way to hide. Nobody would have thought to even think about that.” Blake whispered.

“That’s impossible, SHIELD would have stopped you.” Nat said pissed off and unwillingly to believe the garbage she was hearing.

“Accident will happen.” Zola says creating shivers on Blake’s arms.

Suddenly on the computer screen is footage of Howard and Maria Stark’s car accident that was apparently a set up. The real cause of death was murder by HYDRA. Next is footage about the death of Director Fury. Blake’s hand raised to her mouth barely able to comprehend the depth of betrayal of working for HYDRA even when she didn’t have clue.

“HYDRA created a world so chaotic that humanity is finally ready to sacrifice its freedom to gain its security. Once the purification process is complete, HYDRA’s new world order will arise. We won, Captain. Your death amounts to the same as your life; a zero sum.” Zola provides more information but Steve can’t take it any longer so he breaks the computer, “As I was saying…What’s on this drive? Project Insight requires insight. So I wrote an algorithm.”

“What kind.” Blake harshly says pushing herself in front Nat and Steve, “What does this shitty thing do?”

“Blake.” Nat whispers putting her hand back on her arm.

“The answer to your question is fascinating. Unfortunately, you shall be too dead to hear it.” Zola’s voice if possible takes on a type of evil. At the sound of slight grinding they spin around to see the doors to their only way out are closing and they wouldn’t be able to make it in time by running. Without hesitation Steve throws his shield trying to jam it in the doors but it ricochets off into the wall and back into Steve’s hand. “Guys. We’ve got a bogey. Short range ballistic with thirty seconds tops.” Nat says looking down at her phone. “Who the fuck fired it?” Blake exclaimed.

“SHIELD.”

“I’m afraid I have been stalling, Captain. Admit it, it’s better this way. We are both out of time.” Zola finished his little spiel.

He hadn’t even finished his sentence when Steve’s sees a small opening from his frantic searching. He yanks the grate off and throwing it out of the way to throw Blake, Nat and himself in with the hope it would be enough to save their lives. Pulling themselves into a tight little ball the shield barely covers them all. It’s a fiery hell as he pulls himself out to scope out danger before scooping Nat into his arms.

Five Minutes Earlier

Sam is antsy waiting by the truck for the group to join him, he had been waiting for nearly five minutes. There was no sign of them and it was making his skin crawl. All he could think about was how that thing had known everyone’s names and birthdates. How he knew Sam’s birthdate.

Better yet apparently Steve Rogers, wait no Captain fucking America, is actually from a different era. How the hell was he still so young looking? Jesus did he find the fountain of youth because with hunting monsters he wouldn’t be surprised. Actually he didn’t know why he was surprised that it was possible. It could be witchcraft but there wasn’t anyway…plus he seemed too righteous and pure to bother with that stuff. Not to mention that the group definitely didn’t know about the hunting life.

“Come on guys.” Sam sighed leaning back onto the truck.

They should have gotten all the information they had and should have been out here already given how easy they seemed to be able to both hide in plain sight and hack. Not even his family were that good at hacking and that was saying something. Sam did most of the hacking when his Dad tried to keep him out of the hunting fray.

He had just leaned his head against the truck when he saw something going straight for the building Blake and her friends were in. He dropped to his knees in anguish as he watched the building explode and go into flames. He couldn’t help the sobs leaving his body because there was no way anyone could survive that.

“NO!” Sam screamed sobbing. He couldn’t get himself together because he didn’t know what he could even do now.

Everywhere he turned he saw red high flames and he wondered why he had bothered leaving them. He shouldn’t have left them. He should have known it was going to happen because what ever goes right in his life? He didn’t know how long he cried on the cold ground not caring about anything at that moment.

“Can you help me?”

“H-how?” Sam gasped looking up to see Steve standing there with Blake thrown over his shoulder and Nat in his arms, both unconscious.

“We don’t have time! Open the doors.” Steve demanded causing Sam to scrambled into the back seat.

Blake and Nat were carefully placed in the back seat with Sam holding Blake in his arms. He kept kissing her head muttering thanks to whoever decided to cause a miracle.

“What happened?” “Zola was stalling. We didn’t know what was happening until he let us know that we were going to be dead. Nat caught information that a bogey was headed straight towards us with not even a minute.” Steve said as he peeled out of the area, “The reason we’re not dead is because of my shield.”

“How?”

“It’s made of a metal called Vibranium. It was given to me by Howard Stark and it’s been with me ever since. The material is extremely strong and nearly unbreakable. It’s a special and highly wanted metal that only comes from on area in the world.”

“How are you even alive and look this old?” “Seventy years ago I lost my best friend when he fall out of a train to his death. A short while later we learnt that Red Skull was going to bomb countless cities. The problem was that those bombs were actually aircrafts. In the end right before my life ended in that era I was trying to turn one of the planes around but it was going too fast. I called HYDRA headquarters where my team was. The plane was going towards New York and instead of letting millions of people die I crashed it. I crashed it into the Arctic ocean with my last words being with the love of my life.” Steve said not wanting to really get into the matter anymore. He could already feel the tears building up in his eyes.

“You should definitely be dead.”

“I very much should be.” Steve agreed

It was mere minutes after the truck had left from the hiding place when the STRIKE team showed up to roam the area. As per usual the head of the team Rumlow was searching more than the others, he wanted them dead. In his opinion he was better than them and he would find them easily and he would kill them. Even that damn tag along that was apart of Viper’s personal life.

“You find anything. A piece of clothing or a goddamn fingernail I want to be the first to know. If I find out one of you took mere minutes to tell me I will have your head on a stick. Blake Widow, Viper and Cap are dangerous to the live of HYDRA.” Rumlow growled.

“Of course Sir.” One of the agents said before leaving to check another part of the area.

“Rumlow!” One of his men called.

“What is it?” Rumlow asked as he joined three of his members looking into a small area just large enough for three people. There was a footprint that was a match to Captain’s shoe size.

“If they survived this would be the place as long as the shield was above.”

“They survived. It’s Captain America.” Rumlow growled not liking it, “They will have injuries, get camera feeds to look for four people with injuries.”

“Of course.”

Rumlow got back on his feet as he surveyed the area for anything that wasn’t upturned. Looking over he noticed there was tracks specifically from a vehicle. His eyes narrowed figuring out that the Captain had stolen a truck.

There was only one person that would have the greatest chance of finding these people and it was time to put him to test against a part of his now very forgotten past.

“Call in the Asset.”

Alexander Pierce was on his way to his kitchen to get a drink giving thought on how he would continue on bringing in Captain America and his followers. He had to make it perfect so he wouldn’t be suspected because he had to have his announcement as part of HYDRA timed right. He had opened his fridge and turned to put the milk on the counter when he noticed a very familiar figure sitting at his table, a gun within reach on the table. He slowly closed the fridge without turning away.

“I’m going to go, Mr. Pierce. Do you need anything before I leave?” Renata, his housekeeper, asked as she placed her bag on her shoulder. She was in the other room.

“N. Uh…it’s fine, Renata, you can go home.” Pierce said not taking his eyes off his guest. “Okay, night-night.”

“Good night. Want some milk?” Pierce asked the man sitting in the dark. The Asset had come to him and not on visiting terms. Alexander walked over to a cupboard to pull out a glass. Unsurprisingly he didn’t receive an answer, “The timetable has moved. Our window is limited. Three targets, level six.”

Pierce poured himself a glass of milk not moving until he took a sip of his drink. Walked over to the table he said down in front of the man many called the Winter Soldier. The Asset, as HYDRA had always called him said silent and motionless as the man he was most in contact with continued to talk.

“They already cost me Zola.” Pierce nearly spat, “I want confide death in ten hours.”

The noise of someone coming into the kitchen unannounced causing the Asset and Pierce to look behind them. Standing there was his housekeeper Renata not noticing the secret meeting going on.

“Sorry, Mr. Pierce, I…I forgot my phone.” She trails off finally noticing the Asset with the atmosphere dangerous and unapologetic.

“Oh, Renata. I wish you would have knocked.” Pierce said almost saddened by the event that had to happen with her now. Picking up the gun with ease and familiarity he aims it towards her. Quickly he shoots her once causing a scream before he does it once more as she falls down.

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normaltothemax · 6 years

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knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better.

( REPOST , DO NOT REBLOG ! )

* BASICS !

NAME: Kim AGE: 25 PRONOUNS: She/her ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces TAKEN OR SINGLE: Single

* THREE FACTS !

I. I have a cat named Millie and she’s 11lbs which is apparently big for a cat I guess. II. I know quite a bit about where strange nicknames come from, like getting Chuck from Charles, or Peggy from Margaret. III. I want to adopt all the animals.

* EXPERIENCE !

PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: Email, omegle, chatzy, tumblr, skype, discord YEARS ACTIVE: Probably like 7?

* MUSE PREFERENCE !

FEMALE OR MALE: I prefer female, but with the right muse I’m fine with male LEAST FAVORITE FACE(S): Idk all the overused ones like Nina whatsherface, or band members, or youtubers. Again, though, with the right muse I can look past it FAVORITE FACES: OCs are fun when they have faceclaims that aren’t as well known/aren’t used as much. MULTI OR SINGLE: Single muse blogs, but I finally caved and also made a multi.

* WRITING PREFERENCE !

FLUFF , ANGST , OR SMUT?: Angst. I try fluff and it somehow turns to angst, and smut makes me kinda uncomfortable to write. PLOTS OR MEMES?: Both? Memes that turn INTO plots? Everything.

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2016 Fanfic Masterpost

I’ve seen some posts from folks I follow in a number of different fandoms doing a bit of an end-of-the-year writing roundup, and I really like that idea, so here we are.

I’ve been fannish for a long time now - over 20 years at this point, which is more than a little terrifying to consider, let me tell you. But my fannish writing has been very intermittent over those years for the most part, and my participation in fandom was relatively narrow, particularly when I was working on my PhD. Through 2014 I wrote, on average, one fanwork a year for the previous 5 years, as usually I could be counted upon to participate in at least one A Song of Ice and Fire and/or Game of Thrones fanfic exchange, but not much beyond that. I also wrote a smattering of fic prior to 2009, much of it lost to the ages besides some random pieces I managed to get up on AO3. (I really need to take some time to go back and properly back-date those older works, oof. And dig up a few more on LJ communities that I couldn’t find when I did my original looking, if I can.)

But in the past year and a half or so I’ve come back to fandom in a much more enthusiastic way than I have since I was a teenager, thanks to falling hard for the Dragon Age games and then faceplanting into Once Upon a Time fandom. And in the past seven months I’ve written if not a lot of fic, definitely more than I have in a long, long time. It’s been a trip, in both good and bad ways, but I’m glad to be doing it.

The master list in chronological order with brief commentary:

Always Already (Dragon Age: Inquisition) Incomplete Planned eventual M rating, nothing above T in the current chapter tumblr link, AO3 link, 6025 words The Academic Conference AU that started it all this summer. I just could not let this headcanon go until I wrote this first chapter. I haven’t touched it since then for a variety of reasons, but even if I never get back to it I’m pleased with the chapter that exists and it got me back writing. It’s meant to be a massive DA:I ensemble AU, with this particular multi-chapter story involving some eventual Female Trevelyan/Cullen Rutherford, but mostly I just want to finish this particular arc so I can just write snippets in the AU every time I need to say something cathartic about working at a university.

Hunger (Dragon Age: Origins) Rated G, Gen, Alistair & Female Brosca friendship tumblr link, AO3 link, 1835 words A short, introspective piece about one of my Dragon Age OCs. When you grow up without enough food, hungry all the time, what happens when the effects of blood magic make you even hungrier? Natia thinks about her life and her choices and finds common ground with her fellow Grey Warden.

Before a Fall (Game of Thrones) Mature, Yara Greyjoy/Daenerys Targaryen, GoT 6x09 post-ep scene tumblr link, AO3 link, 2698 words Written for the Game of Ships Seven Hells Challenge based off of the prompt “Pride”. I watched 6x09 on the Sunday night when it aired and swooned over Yara and Dany’s interaction. I wrote this intimate encounter the following Monday evening in one sitting. I ship Iron Dragon so very, very much. This fic took only about a month to become my most commented and kudosed fic ever on AO3, and I’m pretty happy with it.

Savior Fair - Princess (Once Upon a Time) Rated T, Captain Swan tumblr link, AO3 link, 2501 words My first OUAT fic, based on the August 2016 OUAT positivity challenge that tlynnwords put together. (I put all my pieces for this in a single work on AO3 called Savior Fair, since they’re Emma-centric.) Fluffy CS pillow talk set post-S5 before I’d much looked at S6 spoilers. I like this fic’s premise and flow, but I totally missed the mark with Emma’s voice in it. Her voice is tough for me, but I think I’m getting better.

Savior Fair - Smile (Once Upon a Time) Rated T, SwanFire tumblr link, AO3 link, 938 words My goal with the OUAT positivity fics was to focus on the best parts of Emma’s relationships with other characters. I think Neal is a fascinating character (and though I don’t ship SF, I’ve been a fan of Michael Raymond-James for a long time and I think he brings a lot of interesting nuance to the guy) and I think a lot about the time they spent together and what it would have meant to 17 year old Emma to have someone smile at her and mean it.

Savior Fair - Heart (Once Upon a Time) Rated T, Captain Swan, 4x12 missing scene tumblr link, AO3 link, 1274 words I needed a scene to bridge the gap between the conclusion to the showdown in the clock tower and Emma replacing Killian’s heart in his chest. Just a little feels-laden ficlet. (Apparently the original script had a line in the latter scene with Emma saying she felt strange holding his heart, and Killian replying that she’s already held it for ages, though I didn’t know that until after I wrote this bit, and it tends in a similar direction.)

Savior Fair - Trust (Once Upon a Time) Rated T, Emma & Milah, 5x14 missing scene tumblr link, AO3 link, 1647 words The last of the positivity prompts I got to (August is a tough time with the semester beginning, so much for my ambitions) and the one of which I’m the most proud. I have A Lot of Feelings about Milah and the way she’s treated in a many corners of OUAT fandom, and I’m still really mad about 5x14. Emma and Milah needed more time to talk. So they mostly talk about what they have in common. (And, honestly, Killian is only a small part of their similarities.) I am certain they would be friends, given the chance.

Steadfast (A Song of Ice and Fire) Rated T, Stannis Baratheon/Davos Seaworth, canon divergence/future fic AO3 link, 4071 words I did three fanfiction exchanges due in September this year, and I wrote this fic for thedevilchicken for the Game of Thrones exchange. Despite the name, this one is open to both book-verse and show-verse fics, and this one is an AU of the former. For some reason I seem to really like writing Stannis-as-king future AUs with a Davos POV, and nothing says Stannis/Davos loyalty than a retelling of a shockingly sad Hans Christian Andersen fairy tale about a broken toy that is loyal to his distant and unattainable love until he’s melted into scrap. (Spoiler alert: This version has a happier ending.)

Distracted (Dragon Age) Explicit, Anders/Karl Thekla AO3 link, 3094 words Smutty roleplaying with spanking written for green_sphynx for The Black Emporium, a Dragon Age rarepair exchange. Playful and porny PWP set sometime well before everything was terrible in Dragon Age 2.

Starstruck (Agent Carter/Doctor Who) Rated G, Gen, Tenth Doctor & Donna Noble, Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli tumblr link, AO3 link, 3425 words Written for Grey_Cardinal for the Crossovering exchange. Ten and Donna cause a bit of a scene at the restaurant where Angie works. I quite like the premise of this fic and it was fun to write, though I really ought to have come up with more for Peggy to do in it.

Spectator Sport (Once Upon a Time) Rated G, Gen, Hooked Queen friendship, future fic tumblr link, AO3 link, 1063 words After having a really crummy day a few months back, I asked for some fic prompts (pairings and a word/idea) to take my mind off it and my lovely friends delivered. This is just a little vague future fic based on mryddinwilt’s prompt for Hooked Queen + parenting. However much they viciously snark at one another, I think they understand one another pretty well, too. And the mental image of them enduring discomfort to watch Henry’s high school soccer game was too good to pass up.

Wrapping (Game of Thrones) Rated T, Yara Greyjoy/Daenerys Targaryen, University AU tumblr link, AO3 link, 1379 words Written for the Game of Ships “Until Hell Freezes Over” holiday/winter-themed event. I’m actually the advisor for a service learning club at my university, and those valiant students get run ragged as they try to finish up the term and also do good for their communities. Somehow I imagine that Dany would be that kind of overachiever, and Yara would just as clearly be her dubious but devoted girlfriend. I’ve been leery before of writing student AUs because I’m a teacher and it feels a bit odd, but I liked this AU a lot and might come back to it for writing more Iron Dragon because I’m sure canon is going to be a shit-show next season.

Clarity (Lucifer) Rated T, Gen, Linda Martin & Mazikeen friendship, 2x07 missing scene AO3 link, 2785 words I participated in Yuletide for the first time this year (yes, I know, I’ve somehow been in fandom for-freaking-ever and never done it before) and I matched on one of my newish fandom delights, Lucifer. Though this fandom is growing and probably won’t be eligible next year, sign-ups were before most of the season had aired, and my recipient, Lenore, requested Linda and Maze having a conversation about Heaven and Hell. Well, without getting too deep in to spoiler territory, canon pretty definitively implied that such a conversation occurred sometime between 2x07 and 2x08, so I decided it needed writing. Linda is my favorite character on Lucifer, and Maze is an utter gift. Writing this was a bit stressful (I was making last-minute edits the night before reveals from a hotel room) but I’m happy to have written it and received some lovely comments from folks, including the recipient.

So, all told, per my AO3 stats page I wrote 32,736 words of fanfic this year, which is far more than I’ve ever written in a year before. I also am starting to get a grip on what my strengths and weaknesses are as a writer, which is pretty wild but also motivating. My general approach to writing has long been “use deadlines as motivation, panic at the last minute, write frantically, throw it at the world like a grenade and take cover” and while I’m a good enough writer for that not to be as terrible as it sounds, I know I could be a lot better if I continue to change my approach to writing and write more frequently and steadily. Honestly, because I’m an academic by trade, this applies to my professional writing as well, and fanfic is good practice for me to refine my writing habits, which have vastly improved this year, even if they’re still not where I want them to be in the end. Here’s hoping I can keep it up in 2017.

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