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In The Widow's Assassin after Peri and the Doctor swap bodies, Peri in the Doctor's mind has a moment where she talks to the 'weak, insecure part of the Doctor' in his mind. This part of the Doctor behaves so uncharacteristically that Peri almost immediately clocks him as not-the-Doctor. He says all sorts of things....from saying that he hates Peri, to admitting that he is lonely and insecure, to not wanting Peri to go help the Doctor because she would leave him alone again and 'he' [the Doctor] would come back.
Basically, I think this is the Dream Lord.
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What is your favourite Doctor Who story?
Stranded and The Sonomancer tied. These are the 10 stories that were closest to making it through and so have been given a second chance
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synopses and propaganda under the cut
Stranded
Synopsis
The TARDIS is gone. Stranded in one time and place, the Doctor, Liv and Helen seek refuge in Baker Street. But the house has changed: they now have neighbours – not all of them welcoming. And someone has a dire warning for the future.
The Doctor and friends face their greatest challenge yet: living one day after another, in 2020 London.
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The Doctor stranded on earth done right! First time I cried about a Big Finish story. Stellar Cast! Liv and Tania, Lovestory for the ages! (anonymous)
The Sonomancer
Synopsis
On the other side of the galaxy a mining company is exploiting the already unstable planet of Syra for every precious mineral it contains. River Song is attempting to save the native people. She needs the Doctor's help, but she also knows he mustn't yet discover her true identity. The final confrontation sees the Doctor once again face his enemy the Eleven in an attempt to prevent the destruction of Syra and the genocide of its inhabitants.
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Inside Every Warrior
Synopsis
The Great Detective, Madame Vastra, aided by her resourceful spouse, Jenny Flint, and loyal valet, Strax, is looking into a series of mysterious break-ins.
An eccentric scientist and his put-upon assistant are the latest victims. Evidence mounts, with animal footprints and a trail of destruction.
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The first audio adventure for the Paternoster Gang that involves SO, SO much lesbian flirting??? And werewolves! First of all Jenny makes Vastra fluster at least twice in this thing, they fight werewolves together after Strax got kidnapped and try to get him back. A maid struggles with her rich employer's abusive behaviour and seeks revenge, and she wrongly assumes Jenny must be in a similar situation. In the final showdown, Vastra uses what she fears to be her last breaths on telling Jenny that she loves her. Also, Vastra actually gets to kill in this audio! Always fun!
Overall jumps between the inherent humour that comes with Jenny, Vastra, and Strax, so much fluffy gay flirting, and intense, emotional action-packed scenes. 10000% recommend, I swear to god. (@jennyandvastraflint )
Blood of the Daleks
Synopsis
"People of Red Rocket Rising, my fellow citizens. Our long night is over. I've been contacted by a benevolent people. They too have known great trials, but they have overcome them and made it their mission to help others do the same. They have offered us refuge, and passage to the nearest human worlds. They have the resources, and the patience and compassion, to evacuate every one of us. My fellow citizens, my friends, rescue is at hand!"
Propaganda no propaganda submitted
The Side of the Angels
Synopsis
Cardinal Ollistra has plans for New York, plans which involve the Deputy Mayor and her sponsor, one 'Reverend Mortimer' – better known to the Doctor as the Meddling Monk. The Eleven arrives to stamp out the resistance, but that isn't the only danger the Doctor finds lurking in the shadows – for New York is a city of Weeping Angels.
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Phobos
Synopsis
The TARDIS lands on Phobos, moon of Mars — where extreme sports nuts of the future indulge their passion for gravity-boarding and wormhole-jumping. But there's something lurking in the shadows, something infinitely old and infinitely dangerous. It's not for nothing that "Phobos" is the ancient word for "fear"...
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The Love Vampires
Synopsis
Regret can follow people everywhere - even out into deep space, in the shadow of a dying star.
When the Doctor, Liv and Helen meet the terrified crew of a space station, all are haunted by faces from the past. But these lost loves are more than mere memories - and they want to feed...
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The Widow’s Assassin
Synopsis
Once, long ago, in a land of monsters and corridors, a fair maiden was captured, and placed in a deep sleep.
She was used to being captured, and she had a hero who rescued her on just such occasions. But this time the hero never came.
And the fair maiden slept on.
Eventually, a King rescued the maiden, and made her his bride, which many wise old women might tell you is just another way of capturing fair maidens.
And still the fair maiden slept on.
Then, the hero had another stab at rescuing the maiden from her prison, but he was too late. And, more importantly, he had forgotten the rules of fairy tales.
He didn't slay the dragon.
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Companion Piece
Synopsis
When the evil Time Lord known as the Nine comes across a rare and valuable item floating in the space-time vortex, his acquisitive nature means he can't resist the urge to complete the set.
Soon a wicked scheme is underway. Only the Doctor's friends – past, present and future – will be able to stop him.
But without the Doctor around will even the combined skills of Liv, Helen, River Song, Bliss and Charley be enough to save the day?
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The Doomsday Chronometer
Synopsis
While River Song takes Helen on an archaeological expedition like no other, the Doctor finds himself enlisted by an alien Queen to save her people.
Trapped and alone, Liv stares death in the face as she meets the enemy who's been dogging the TARDIS travellers' footsteps throughout Earth's history.
The Doomsday Chronometer has been protected for five centuries: secret cults and societies jealously guarding its mystery. But what is their real purpose? The Doctor is about to discover the truth...
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Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou
Maya Angelou was born on April 4, 1928 in St. Louis, Missouri. Maya’s grandmother was a safe haven for her, where she lived mostly up until the age of 13 in Arkansas. Around the age of 7, Maya was sexually assaulted by a friend of the family. After she confessed to her uncle about who did it, he was found dead shortly afterwards. The trauma of the occurrence led Maya to become mute for years. She was afraid her voice would cause more harm than good. A fellow teacher that visited her grandmother's store took Maya to the school library and told her to read all of the books in that room.
Maya began her exploration of literature and found delight in poetry especially. Her teacher told her she could only truly love poetry once she began to speak and experience the words. Maya began memorizing her favorite poems. Her favorite poet was Paul Dunbar. The title of her first publication, “I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings” comes from the inspiration of his poem. The book is an autobiography about her childhood and is the first nonfiction best seller by an African American woman. It was poetry where Maya discovered the beauty and power of words, but life would show her ugliness and pain.
At the age of 14 Maya received a scholarship to California Labor School , where she studied drama and dance at night, while still attending high school during the day. At the age of 16 Maya gave birth to her son. After high school Maya went from a struggling teen mom to a fulfilled artist. Around the age of 20 Maya was teaching dance and performing as a singer. She is well known for her calypso dancing and in 1957 released her first album Miss Calypso. In 1977 Maya received an Emmy Award nomination for her work on the TV miniseries Roots. In 1978 she published one of her famous collections of poetry, “And Still I Rise”, which features the beloved poem “Phenomenal Woman”.
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Maya became more politically engaged and began working with the civil rights activist Martin Luther King Jr. She spent years in Egypt and Ghana where she taught in the University department of Music and Drama, as well as a feature editor and journalist for the African Review. Another autobiographical work, “A Song Flung Up to Heaven'' (2002) explores her return from Africa to the U.S, and her struggles with the assassinations of two great human rights activists Malcom X and her friend Martin Luther King. MLK’s assasination occurred on her birthday, April 4,1968. For many years she would not celebrate her birthday and continued to send flowers to his widow Coretta Scott King.
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Maya became good friends with Oprah Winfrey, and Oprah hosted several great birthday celebrations, including a cruise for her 70th birthday. In 1998 Maya performed one of her most famous works for the inaugural ceremony of president Bill Clinton. The audio version of the poem “On the Pulse of Morning” (1993) lead Maya to winning a Grammy Award for best spoken word album. In 2014, Maya Angelou passed away in her home in North Carolina. Her legacy will forever remain. The phenomenal woman Maya Angelou has made artistic impact as a poet, writer, activist, and entertainer. Maya was all of these.
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B. (2021, May). Maya Angelou. Biography.
https://www.biography.com/writer/maya-angelou
Maya Angelou - One On One (1983). (2019, April 28). YouTube. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ye1mep8h7GA&feature=youtu.beMaya Angelou timeline. (1928, April 4). World History Project. https://worldhistoryproject.org/topics/maya-angelou
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So about Peri… there are audios that take place after Mindwarp for her and the Doctor. They go places, some dark, some fun, mostly both at once… this is gonna get long. Let me just say this, Big Finish puts Peri through the ringer. She does not get it easy, ever, and it only makes me love her more, because she’s still her spunky self. Highlights include the Erimem arc, The Gathering, Blood on Santa’s Claw, Peri and the Piscon Paradox, and The Widow’s Assassin. I’d gladly explain if you like!
I hear so many good things about the audios and I want to hear more, better written stories especially with 6, 7, 8 who really got shafted but 😭 my tragic backstory is I'm the worst auditory learner there is. My friends, my boyfriend, they all wanna get me into podcasts and I just... can't. I have such a hard time focusing on the audio without visuals or words. Even alone in a car, no distractions, I space out and have missed 20 minutes of dialogue.
#BF trying to bodily drag me through TMA#and I enjoy it!! truly#but it takes Effort to hang onto the words and not like start listing vegetables in my head or w/e#I know some of the DW audios are like hours long#I can barely make it through a 20 min podcast...
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Hey I now own the first 200 big finish main range audios, someone please rob me of my credit card please
#just kidding I keep the regret suffocated by constantly listening to dr who audios#I just listened to the widows assassin and. it was absolutely bananas but it had guards honest-to-god named Guard 1 and Guard 2#and they were the best guards ever and I love them with my whole heart#my posts#big finish
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hii! can you please make a natasha x reader fic where they both have been dating for a while and it's natasha's birthday and the reader surprises her with a brand new suit that she made herself and nat cries bc she never got a meaningful gift and the reader also surprises her with cake and more romantic gifts. you could make the reader tony's sister so it would make more sense that she's good at making suits but you don't have to!! thank you sm i need sum cute natty 😫
Birthday Suit
Warning: Use of the pet name Sunflower,
Match: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Genre: Fluff
A/N: So this one was fun. I hate my birthday but this actually was cute. I’m trying a new way of presenting the dialogue. aesthetically it looks better but I’m not sure how it reads. I've seen other authors do the dialogue on completely seperate lines so just lmk if this is good.
Word Count: ~2.5 k
Summary: It’s Natasha's birthday, and despite her acting like she hates it you shower her with love.
The smell of cooking cake fills the compound. Even from the workshop, where you are, the sweet scent permeates the air. You have been baking for long enough to know what that smell means, the cake is almost done.
You check the clock on the wall. 2:44. Nat would be home at 5.
“Shit. I need to get this done,”
You shake your head and set down your wire cutters. The list of everything you need to get done before she arrives rolls through your mind.
It was her birthday. She didn’t know her actual birthday so years ago she made one up. The chosen date was a closely guarded secret she only shared with those she trusted most. For the most part the assassin didn’t even celebrate. When you had asked a week prior what she wanted to do she had brushed you off claiming,
“I don’t really care. As long as I get to be with my love.”
She had kissed you, hoping the kiss would fog your mind from any further planning. Unfortunately for her you were a big schemer, always going as big as you could for your friend’s birthdays.
You walked out of the workshop, making one last longing look at her unfinished gift on your messy work table. No one was around today. The one Saturday everyone had off a month. Natasha had gone shopping with Wanda, a plan conncocted to give you plenty of time to get everything ready.
“Friday do you mind turing the oven off?”
you asked the A.I. as you headed down the hallway.
“Of course Agent Y/L/N,”
entering the kitchen you picked up a discarded list of everything that needed to be done. Two items were crossed off “Bake the cake, movie fort.” The unmarked items looked at you teasingly and you felt anxiety rise in your chest. What if you didn’t get everything done and this birthday made Natasha hate birthdays even more? You shook your head trying to chase off the thoughts and went to the oven.
“One perfectly baked chocolate cake coming up,”
grabbing an oven mitt you pulled the cake out of the oven and placed it on the counter. Carefully you coerced the cake from the pan and set it on the cooling rack.
Back when Wanda and you ventured into the baking realm you had begged Tony to put in a floor to ceiling blast chiller. The kind that was always on baking competitions. He reluctantly agreed, with the price of always having to give him a taste of your creations. The freezer was immensely helpful in tight circumstances. You were more than grateful for it now.
You set your cake into the freezer and went to the pantry to pull out all the ingredients you needed for icing. You poured the powdered sugar and placed the butter into the bowl. When you turned on the mixer a cloud of sugary powder exploded in the kitchen. You blinked and licked your lips. Bringing a hand up to wipe your face, you laughed hard. Sugar covered the entire counter and floor beneath you, not to mention your already grease stained clothes.
“Wow, is my little sibling doing coke in here? And without me!”
a snarky voice sounded from across the room. You opened your eyes and squinted at your older brother with a scrunched nose.
“Can it Tony,”
You growled, grabbing a towel and wiping yourself off the counter. Tony laughed at you and opened the freezer to look at what sweet treats awaited him tonight.
“A cake? Are we celebrating?”
He laughed and made a teasing face. You rolled your eyes and called out to Friday.
“Can you order me four containers of icing from the store to be delivered?”
“You got it!”
her chipper accented voice came over the audio. You threw the towel in the sink and landed a punch in Tony’s arm as you left to go change.
“You better not eat any of that cake until Nat has had at least one slice. I know where you keep those rare magic cards you think no one knows about and I will not hesitate to cut them all in half,”
He looked at you in shock. Whether it was because you knew about the secret stash or because you would dare cut them you weren’t sure. The only way to get Tony mad was to go for something he couldn’t replace with money.
“YOU WOULDN'T FUCKING DARE,”
You run away as he climbs out of his chair and chases after you. You run into your room and lay on the door to push back a Tony who was only a few steps behind you. When you finally force the door into the frame you turn the lock and fall to the floor laughing.
Angry mumbling came from the other side. Tony pounded on the door twice before, defeated. walking away. After catching your breath you pulled your sugar stained clothes off and changed into the outfit you’d set aside that morning.
“Y/N the man just arrived with the icing,”
Friday called out to your room and you nodded.
“Thank you Friday. Have him set the bags in the kitchen,”
Friday hummed in agreement. You stood up and looked in the mirror checking yourself out. When you were satisfied with the look you unlocked the door and turned to the right. You really needed to finish Natasha’s present. You wouldn’t even have time to test it properly. You really hoped the phrase “it’s the thought that counts,” was true. Her gift could be something that got you endless kisses or a real crash and burn.
Making it to the lab you set your hand on your head and groaned. You really hoped it worked. It was so pretty. You grabbed the wrapping paper and box and set it in with a kiss.
“Natty, I hope you like it,”
The gift finished the fort built, and cake baked, there was only one thing left to do, ice the damn cake. You could bake sure, but only Wanda ever mastered the art of making it look beautiful.
When you made it to the kitchen Tony was nowhere in sight and a plastic bag with what you assumed was icing was set on the counter. You pulled out a butter knife and dug in, hoping this looked somewhat edible. Wanda was the one who was skilled at decorating. You could make the elaborate pastry chef treats, but you could never handle the finer details of making it look pretty.
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You were in the workshop when Friday alerted you that Wanda and Natasha were home. A feeling similar to anxiety or excitement fluttered in your chest. This was the first time you’d celebrated her birthday with your girlfriend. You wanted her to like birthdays again. To feel as special and loved as you can pour out for her.
“Thank you Friday. Please tell them I’m in the workshop and will be heading to the game room shortly,”
You set down the gauntlet you’d been fixing while waiting for them and brushed off your outfit. Your eyes searched over the shirt for stains, and when you were satisfied you were clean you headed to your “party”.
Wanda was the first to come in. She threw her hands to her face and “oood” and “aweeed” over the spread you had out.
“Y/N your cake! it’s…. adorable,”
you punched her in the shoulder with a frown. She fell over laughing.
“I TRIED! and I’m sure it tastes amazing.”
you crossed your arms and pouted. She sat back up still laughing and patted your back.
“She’ll love it Y/N. Even if it had ‘fuck you Nat’ written on top she’d love it,”
you smiled at the complement and stopped pouting. You were explaining the technology behind Nat’s present when the woman of the hour finally walked in.
“What is all this? Are y’all having a party? and didn’t invite me,”
she sat down next to you intertwining your fingers with hers and kissing your shoulder. You smiled as the excitement anxiety mix returned.
“Actually…. it’s for you,”
You smiled and kissed her hands. She looked genuinely surprised. You really hoped the feeling was happy excitement.
“oh- Y/N y-you remembered? and you didn’t have to do any of this. I thought I told you i didn’t care to celebrate,”
you felt Wanda stand up to leave with a pat on your shoulder. You smiled up at her and turned back to Natasha.
“I know I know, but I wanted to do something special. You love me so well and work so hard all the time. You deserve a day that’s unapologetically about you,”
You knew if Natasha didn’t have such complete control of her emotions she would be crying. The agape mouth gave that away. You smiled and leaned forward pulling her into a deep, intimate kiss. Feeling her smile against your lips you pulled away and leaned your forehead against hers.
“I love you Natashka. I will do anything to make you feel like Queen of the world,”
with that she started crying. You frowned and wiped away the tears.
“I really hope those are happy tears,”
she nodded quickly and smiled, sniffling a little.
“Very very happy tears. happy ‘I don’t know what on Earth i did to deserve you’ tears,”
“It is I who does not deserve you. The Great Black Widow. I’m just here to make you smile, it’s my life goal,”
you bowed as much as you could sitting down. Placing a peck on her lips you turned back to the presents and pointed.
“Which one should we open first?”
she pondered and then picked up a small box. Nimble fingers unwrapped the box and pulled out a Ring. You had managed to get her size weeks earlier fitting one of your own on her finger when hanging out. She looked at the little silver band with a carved sunflower at the head. A smile bloomed across her face and she hugged you.
“Oh my goodness Y/N, it’s so pretty…,”
she slid it onto her fingers, finding the one it fit best and stared at it. You hugged her shoulder and kissed her cheek.
“Well, you are my sunflower. It’s just a reminder when we are away,”
Her eyes lit up at the nickname. It wasn’t as common for you to use it as baby or sweetheart, but sunflower had always been her favourite.
She looked at the other boxes realising they were also for her. You picked up the next box, a medium sized one and handed it to her. You were saving the biggest for last.
She was just in awe and set it down before unwrapping it. Her hands snaked around your waist and pulled you flush to her. Her soft lips pressed kisses to your jaw and she set her head on your shoulder.
“Thank you so much Y/N, I- no one has done something like this for me ever,”
She hugged you tight again and then let go picking back up the present. You nodded and kissed her head. Pushing some hair out of her face you stroked her hair softly. Her hands once again unwrapped the gift. She squeaked at the sight of the book underneath the paper.
Natasha never got to read much on her own accord growing up. The red room picked out books for her education but never anything she would actually enjoy. Long ago Natasha had told you the first book she read after getting out of the red room was Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and since then she adored the book. You had found, and paid for with Tony’s credit card, a first edition of the book. The auction was rough but you needed that book for Natasha.
Natasha stared at the book once, again jaw hanging open. She wiped her hands on her pants before handingly the book with utmost care. She flipped it over and ran her fingertips over the indented letters and gold illustration on the front.
“Y-you like it? I know you said you like Alice in Wonderland. It’s uh… actually a first edition copy. Tony was about ready to kill me when he saw me pay for the bid,”
You laughed nervously. She turned the book around again and then set it on the coffee table. She tackled you and pushed you back on the couch kissing all over your face. You yelped in surprise then grabbed her hips, catching her lips and kissing her roughly. She melted into the kiss but you pulled away.
“As much as I love this Natty, let’s open your last gift and eat some cake,”
You sat up and pulled her so she was in your lap. You placed a soft kiss to the back of her neck as she reached for the last gift. It was heavy but the assassin had no trouble lifting it.
“After that we can makeout in the fort I made. yeah?”
You wrapped your arms around her waist and pulled her close to you, rubbing circles on her thigh. She laughed and nodded, blushing profusely.
“I like that idea Y/N,”
She opened the box and pulled out the gift you put months of effort into. This time her reaction wasn’t as instantaneous. You helped her pull all the pieces out and set it on the coffee table. She looked at it slightly perplexed.
“I’m sorry… I’m not exactly sure what it is,”
She pouted and looked at you. You smiled and nodded knowing she wouldn’t. You set it out so she could see all the parts.
“Well… uh it’s a new suit. You always say that you don’t like how tight and revealing your other ones are so I kinda beefed this one up so it focuses on functionality,”
She nodded along as you explained. A look of understanding crossed her face as she pulled at the sleeves.
“ohhhhhhhh. That makes so much sense. I- Y/N what the fuck. I can’t express it enough. You are the best, you listened to me and used it to give me the best gifts i’ve ever gotten. You are the most thoughtful partner,”
You beamed. The feeling you knew she was struggling to express, it was exactly what you’d wanted her to feel. Loved, heard, appreciated, and cared for.
“I’m glad sunflower. That’s what I wanted. To make you feel as good as you deserve. D-do you mind if I tell you a bit about the features? I didn’t have time to test some of them so I will need to do that before you take it into combat,”
She nodded and slid off your lap to look at you. You patted her legs and squeezed then held at the sleeve first.
“Well of course it wouldn’t be a suit for the Black widow without gauntlets. These can change through three different modes for different levels and types of stuns also a laser if you need that for aiming,”
You flipped on the laser and pointed it at a pot then turned it back off.
“Also I made it so the suit can suction to your body but be limp to put it on. a lot easier to slip on ya know. And there is mobile but thick padding on all major points of contact for falling. Shoulders, hips, elbows, knees, the like.”
Natasha ran her hands over the surprisingly thin padding and smiled.
“Wow baby that’s… amazing,”
You nodded and picked up the bag attached to the back.
“And uh there’s a parachute built in as well as pockets up the legs, arms and boots so you don’t have to have the belts. They are sorta magnetic so you can like open them easily but when they are closed everything stays in. OH AND THE BOOTS,”
You started to ramble on about the energy absorbing boots you worked with Shuri on that would allow Nat to drop from double the height of a normal human with no damage to her knees or feet. Nat just stared at you hungirly.
“Hey baby, I seriously appreciate the gift. It’s honestly the best thing I've ever gotten. Why don’t we try it out tomorrow and you can show me EVERYTHING. For now we can… sit in the fort like you said,”
She had a cocky smile and you blushed at her antics. You nodded quickly, cutting off your rambling. Her hands found your waist and she pulled you off the couch and into the pillow fort you had built.
“I uh- got a movie for us to watch. Do you want to?”
She nodded and smiled. A look that very much meant “Yes. That's sweet, but I doubt we will be watching it.” You pulled her into your lap, setting your hands on her waist. She draped hers over your shoulders and rubbed light circles on the back of your neck. You leaned forward and trapped her lips in a kiss. Soft but full of passion.
The rest of that night was spent watching the movie and kissing. When you finally remembered the cake a slice had been taken out of it, with
“You were busy with Romanoff so I took what I was owed. The package has been moved, try getting me now little sibling.”
On a sticky note beside it. Natasha had laughed, unsure exactly what had happened but sure it was a story she would much enjoy hearing.
She had moaned over how good the cake was after laughing at how “Adorably” it was decorated.
“So Nat… did I make this birthday worth celebrating?”
She smiled wide and nodded.
“Yes Y/N, if every birthday was like this I would never want to stop celebrating.”
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Random Doctor Who Facts You Might Not Know, Part 52
Sorry for the long wait! I got a bit distracted with the new series...
The biofields on Gallifrey are so active that they can keep non-Gallifreyans young. For example, Leela had not aged even after 25 years on Gallifrey. (Audio: Spirit)
The Tenth Doctor recalled that Jamie McCrimmon used to hide the Second Doctor's recorder from him. (Comic: The Forgotten)
The TARDIS chose a name for herself but never told anyone (including the Doctor) what it was. (Short story: Toy Story)
By some accounts, the First Doctor was unaware of Sol prior to running away from Gallifrey. On the other hand, Susan had learned about the solar system and the planet Earth in the classes she took on spatial cartography. (Audio: The Beginning)
The Forge salvaged a Gallifreyan sarcophagus, which is a type of hibernation unit. When the Seventh Doctor, Ace, and Hex opened it, they found an older version of the Doctor inside. (Audio: A Death in the Family)
The Seventh Doctor kept a calendar keeping track of when his friends would die, which is how he knew about Evelyn. (Audio: A Death in the Family)
The Third Doctor possessed an obedience spray. When he used it, he could make people follow his orders. (Comic: Undercover)
The First Doctor used to skip class at the Academy to practice juggling and yo-yoing. (Novel: Match of the Day)
John Smith - an amnesiac Decayed Master - once treated the Seventh Doctor, removing his clothes after they had been charred by a lightning strike and wrapping him in wet towels to ease the pain. Feeling that the Doctor could help restore his memories, John Smith fell into a reverie next to the Doctor and forgot about his other guests at the time. He gave the Doctor water when he woke up and warned him not to move because of the physical trauma he had gone through. (Audio: Master)
When a Time Lord truly goes mad, a part of their mind becomes lost, referred to as Dark Design. This unleashes the dark part of their minds. Those affected by Dark Design are hidden away in institutions. (Novel: Falls the Shadow)
This Dark Design is a true evil within the very DNA of Time Lords. While unaffected Time Lords effectively stabilize space-time, a Time Lord suffering from Dark Design might have the effect of changing the future and the past like a virus. (Novel: The Infinity Doctors)
Dark Design is a lot more intense than Time Lord Insanity and enters mental spaces unfathomable to other species. (Novel: SLEEPY)
Omega was affected by Dark Design and as a result was able to summon an embodiment of his dark side. (Short story: A History of the Universe; TV: The Three Doctors)
The Seventh Doctor had met no sufferers of Dark Design native to his time. However, he knew of possible futures where he would become affected. (Novel: Falls the Shadow)
The above points are particularly interesting when you take into account several incidents in DW Canon. For one, the Master said, "There is some evil in all of us, Doctor, even you. The Valeyard is an amalgamation of the darker sides of your nature, somewhere between your twelfth and final incarnation, and I may say you do not improve with age." Furthermore, the Doctor’s dark side was once again manifested later on as the Dream Lord. There was an additional manifestation of the Doctor’s darkness (or, the weak, insecure, lonely aspect) somewhat dormant in the Sixth's subconsciousness. (TV: The Ultimate Foe, Amy's Choice; Audio: The Widow's Assassin)
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What has been nominated so far
Note, just because something has been nominated, and so is listed here, does not mean it will be included, I will include the absolute most I can but if I can't find it on TARDIS wiki its not getting in because i can't verify its a piece of who media
Also note, there might be some mistakes on here, I'm copying the nominations across directly, there might be some stories that are listed twice without me realising, because of alternate titles, or I just didn't spot it, or stuff that was spelt wrong when it was nominated, feel free to tell me
I've done my best to spot when nominations of a series were intended to enter the individual parts rather than the series as a unit, if I've got this wrong let me know and I will fix it. (if a story is on one line its currently being considered as a unit)
Final note, a couple of things got nominated under multiple mediums, usually full length TV story and minisode, so if you can't find your nomination, maybe check one of the other mediums
You can make further nominations here, there are basically no limits so long as its set in the Whoniverse (or its about Doctor Who, eg An Adventure in Space and Time or The 5 (ish) Doctors Reboot)
the list is under the cut (I will endeavour to keep it up to date)
Audio
Main Range
The Marian Conspiracy
The Apocalyse Element
The Shadow of the Scourge
The Holy Terror
Storm Warning
Minuet in Hell
Loups-Garoux
The Chimes of Midnight
Seasons of Fear
The Time of the Daleks
Jubilee
Neverland
Spare Parts
Creatures of Beauty
Doctor Who and the Pirates
Omega
Master (Main Range 49)
Zagreus
Scherzo
The Natural History of Fear
Arrangements for War
The Harvest
Faith Stealer
Caerdroia
Terror Firma
Singularity
Other Lives
The Kingmaker
The Girl Who Never Was
The Condemned
The Doomwood Curse
The Magic Mousetrap
The Company of Friends: Benny's Story
The Company of Friends: Fitz's Stroy
The Company of Friends: Izzy's Story
The Company of Friends: Mary's Story
A Death in the Family
Robophobia
The Silver Turk
1963: The Assassination Games
The Widow's Assassin
Dalek Soul
The Grey Man of the Mountain
The Eighth Doctor Adventures
The Blood of the Daleks
Horror of Glam Rock
Immortal Beloved
Phobos
No More Lies
Human Resources
To the Death
Doom Coalition
The Eleven
The Red Lady
The Galileo Trap
The Gift
The Sonomancer
Absent Friends
The Eighth Piece
The Doomsday Chronometer
The Crucible of Souls
Ship in a Bottle
Songs of Love
The Side of the Angels
Stop the Clock
Ravenous
Escape from Kaldor
Better Watch Out/Fairytale in Salzburg
Companion Piece
Day of the Master
Stranded
Stranded as a Whole (I think, I couldn't find a story called Stranded)
UNIT Dating
What Lies Inside
Paradox of the Daleks
Connections
Here Lies Drax
The Love Vampires
Albie's Angels
Special Releases
Living Legend
Out of Time
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Wink
The Companion Chronicles
Solitaire
Peri and the Piscon Paradox
The Cold Equations
The Last Post
The Scorchies
The Tenth Doctor Adventures
Death and the Queen
The Sword of the Chevalier
No Place
The Creeping Death
The Tenth Doctor and River Song
Expiry Dating
Ghosts
Once and Future
The Martian Invasion of Planetoid 50
The Diary of River Song
The Bekdel Test
The Lost Stories
The Queen of Time
Paradise 5
The Elite
Short Trips
I am the Master
Forever Fallen
A Full Life
Bernice Summerfield
Oh No It Isn't
The Faction Paradox Protocols
The Eleven Day Empire/The Shadow Play
Torchwood
The Last Beacon
Serenity
Rhys and Ianto's Excellent Barbecue
Gallifrey
Square One
First Days of Phaidon
Gallifrey IV
Warfare
Unity
Missy
A Spoonful of Mayhem
The Lumiat
Too Many Masters
The Paternoster Gang: Heritage
The Cars That Ate London!
A Photograph to Remember
Destiny of the Doctor
Smoke and Mirrors
Novel Adaptations
Nightshade
Fifth Doctor Box Set
Psychodrome
Iterations of I
Psychodrome
Iterations of I
Counter-Measures
The Fifth Citadel
The Forgotten Village
Peshka
The Concrete Cage
The New Counter Measures
Troubled Waters
The Hollow King
The Eighth of March
Inside Every Warrior
Comics
TV Comic
Time in Reverse
Doctor Who: The Eleventh Doctor
Space in Dimension Relative and Time
Doctor Who: The Thirteenth Doctor
Old Friends
Doctor Who Magazine
The Star Beast
Voyager
The World Shapers
Ground Zero
The Flood
The Fallen
The Land of Happy Endings
Direct to Home Media Films
PROBE
PROBE: The Zero Imperative
PROBE: The Devil of Winterborne
PROBE: Unnatural Selection
PROBE: Ghosts of Winterborne
PROBE: When to Die
The Stranger
The Stranger: Summoned by Shadows
The Stranger: More than a Messiah
The Stranger: In Memory Alone
The Stranger: The Terror Game
The Stranger: Breach of the Peace
The Stranger: Eye of the Beholder
Other
Downtime
Shada (1992) - version with linking narration
Sil and the Devil Seeds of Arodor
Wartime
K9 (spinoff series)
Regeneration/Liberation/The Korven
The Bounty Hunter
Sirens of Ceres
Fear Itself
The Fall of the House of Gryffen
Jays of Orthrus
Dream-Eaters
Curse of Anubis
Oroborus
Alien Avatar
Aeolian
The Last Oak Tree
Black Hunger
The Cambridge Spy
Lost Library of Ukko
Mutant Copper
The Custodians
Taphony and the Time Loop
Robot Gladiators
Mind Snap/Angel of the North/The Last Precinct/Hounds of the Korven/The Eclipse of the Korven
Minisodes
A Fix with Sontarans
Born Again
Clara and the TARDIS
Dimensions in Time
Emperor of the Daleks (More than 30 Years in the TARDIS)
famine appeal 1986
Merry Christmas Doctor Who
P.S.
Pond Life
Rain Gods
Space/Time
Tardisodes
The Battle of Demons Run: Two Days Later
The Bells of Saint John: A Prequel
The Doctor's Meditation
The Great Detective
The Last Day
The Naked Truth
The Shrink
Time Crash
Wall's Sky Ray lollies advertisment
Seret Message from the Time Lords (Weetabix advert)
Novels & Short Stories
Short Stories and Short Story Collections
12 Doctors, 12 Stories
Grey Matter
Lepidoptery for Beginners
Something Borrowed
Nothing at the End of the Lane
The Room With All the Doors
Standalone
Harvest of Time
Scratchman
The Stranger
Engines of War
The Eighth Doctor Adventures
Vampire Science
Alien Bodies
Seeing I
The Scarlet Empress
Unnatural History
Interference
The Blue Angel
The Burning
The Turing Test
The Year of Intelligent Tigers
The City of the Dead
The Adventuress of Henrietta Street
Mad Dogs and Englishmen
Anachrophobia
The Book of the Still
The Crooked World
Camera Obscura
The Gallifrey Chronicles
The Past Doctor Adventures
Divided Loyalties
Fear of the Dark
Fear Itself
Novelisations
Doctor Who and Shada (fan novelisation)
Virgin New Adventures
The Left-Handed Hummingbird
Human Nature
Lungbarrow
Faction Paradox
The Book of War
This Town Will Never Let Us Go
Of the City of the Saved
The New Series Adventures
The Blood Cell
Other
Step Into the 80s!/On Through the 80's! (adverts)
Ronald Rat continuity announcement
Zygon: When Being you Just isn't Enough (Porno)
The Man From MI5
The Infinite Quest
Dooms Day hour 1
Songs
Doctor in Distress
Doctorin' the TARDIS by the Timelords
I'm gonna Spend my Christmas with a Dalek
TV (this category is less about if it was televised and more about the length to distinguish it from minisodes)
Dreamland
Search Out Space
Webcasts
Real Time
Shada (2 nominations)
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hey alle, so for the prompts i'd love some cute and funny winteriron with bucky wanting to impress tony with his cooking, but tony being a very picky eater. which leads to a lot of frustration on bucky's side, and obliviousness on what is even going on from tony's. if you feel like it. thank you! <3
Here it is! The long-awaited His Girl FRIDAY remix! I hope you love this as much as I do!
As always, everything I write is on ao3 too
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The first time Bucky left food in Tony’s workshop and come back to find it untouched, he’d figured it was a fluke. Tony had probably been caught up in a zone—like Steve had warned him about when Bucky had decided he was going to woo Tony with food—and hadn’t noticed the food was even there.
The second time, he made sure to catch Tony’s attention as he was dropping off the plate—lasagna because Natalia had said Tony’s mother was Italian and Bucky made a pretty decent lasagna if he did say so. Tony had glanced at him and then at the plate before turning away with a slightly bewildered frown. Bucky had taken the frown to mean that no one else had ever bothered before to take care of Tony, which was a fact that had just about broken his heart, and left the plate there. He’d gone back later that night to find the lasagna untouched. That had been a little harder to explain away, but he’d eventually decided that maybe Tony was one of those food snobs who only liked Italian food made by actual Italians.
The third time he made oatmeal with a little bit of honey and cream, perfect for someone with as much of a sweet tooth as Tony had, and brought it into the workshop for Tony, who had spent the entire night working on new arrows for Clint.
“Tony?” he called softly, not wanting to startle him. Tony was uncomfortable enough with all the new people moving into the tower after everything with SHIELD and Hydra; being Hydra’s pet assassin, he didn’t want to make it worse by sneaking up on him. “I brought you some breakfast.”
Tony popped up from underneath a table, visibly brightening. “Oh good,” he said cheerfully, making grabby hands at the bowl. “I was just starting to get hungry.” His hair was mussed, two perfect rings of black smeared around his eyes, likely where the goggles currently perched on top of his head had been resting earlier.
Bucky smiled at the adorable display and held out the bowl. Tony eagerly grabbed it, only to blink at it as soon as he saw what was in it.
“Oatmeal?” he asked delicately.
“I thought you’d appreciate having something a little more delicate after not eating for a while,” Bucky explained.
“…Oh.” After another awkward moment, Tony said carefully, “Thanks.”
Satisfied, Bucky left him to his work. This time—this time—Tony would eat it all and then he’d see what an amazing cook Bucky was and how he would absolutely be able to provide for Tony and then he’d swoon into Bucky’s arms and demand that Bucky take him right there.
Okay maybe not right there—the workshop didn’t seem like the best location for amorous activities—but that was why they called it a fantasy, right?
Too bad Tony punctured that fantasy like a balloon.
Bucky went back downstairs long to pick up the bowl after Tony had come up to the common areas, yawning widely and telling everyone he was heading to bed for the next twenty-four hours so don’t bother him unless New York was on fire. It had been a bit of a disappointment that he’d just nodded at Bucky without saying anything about the breakfast or about his everlasting feelings for him, but not nearly as much of a disappointment to walk into the workshop to find the bowl as untouched as all the other meals he’d so painstakingly prepared.
~
“I don’t get it,” he whined to Sam later that day. “I’m a good cook.”
Sam gave him an unimpressed look. “Are you sure? It’s been, what, seventy years since the last time you made anything. Maybe you’re not as good as you used to be.”
Bucky gasped dramatically. “You take that back!”
“No. You promised me you’d offer dating advice with Natasha and instead you’re sitting here mooning over Tony’s ass again so I’ll say whatever I like about your cooking.”
“Sorry,” he muttered guiltily. Sam was right. He had promised that. Or, rather, Steve had promised advice and Bucky had taken one look at him still pining over Peggy and feeling weird about his current interest being Peggy’s niece (a valid way to feel) and declared him hopeless before telling Sam that he would help him out instead. After all, he remembered Natalia from the years she’d spent training with him during her childhood. Who else would be more qualified to teach Sam how to woo her? Well, besides Clint obviously, but he was taking some personal time away from the team.
“She likes the ballet,” he said. “She wanted to be a ballerina when she was younger, said they were as graceful as any Widow only they didn’t have to kill.”
“And you’re sure that won’t just make her sad?” Sam asked dubiously.
Bucky glared at him. “I might not like you very much—” Sam rolled his eyes—"But I like Natalia a whole lot. I wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. Take her to the ballet and take Steve and Sharon while you’re at it. A double date will help her feel less trapped and maybe Steve will stop moping and ask Sharon out.”
“It’s a little weird, you know.”
“Sure, but he kissed Peggy once and it’s not like he’s ever gonna go back to the war and live out the rest of his time there, so he might as well move on.”
Sam laughed. “Guess that’s true.” He sighed, smile fading away. “I don’t know why Tony’s ignoring your meals. Sorry about that though. It sucks.”
“If I may,” JARVIS cut in. Both of them jumped, though Bucky would deny to his dying day that he yelped. Sam, on the other hand, shrieked like a kid and Bucky reminded himself to go back and access the audio footage so he would have blackmail.
“Sorry, JARVIS,” he apologized. “Keep forgetting you’re up there. Didn’t exactly have AI back during the war.”
“Or even in other houses,” Sam added.
“My apologies,” JARVIS said, and he’ll be damned if JARVIS didn’t sound extremely apologetic. It was incredible, really, how much life Tony imbued in his creations. “I only wanted to offer my advice about Sergeant Barnes’ attempts at wooing Sir.”
“Oh yeah?” Bucky asked. “Go right ahead. Can’t be any worse than any of the other advice I’ve gotten.” Seriously, Clint had even suggested truth serum, like that wasn’t the worst idea ever suggested.
“Sir is an extremely picky eater,” JARVIS explained. “He does not enjoy cooked tomatoes, ricotta cheese, or the texture of oatmeal.”
…All of which had been in at least one of the meals he’d prepared for Tony.
“Fuck.”
JARVIS wryly said, “Indeed.”
“Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
“You requested that I remain inactive on your floor while you were recovering. But you’re in Sergeant Wilson’s quarters at the moment so I may share my expertise.”
He had said that, hadn’t he? It had been in the early days when he was still having trouble remembering what he’d said moments earlier, but he had a vague recollection of being overwhelmed by the idea of constant monitoring and asking if JARVIS could be turned off.
“Wow, way to go, Barnes,” Sam commented, hiding a grin behind his hand.
“Fuck,” he said again, more emphatically. “Best tool at my disposal and I’m not even using it. JARVIS, I bet you could tell me all sorts of things about Tony.”
He got the impression that if the AI could sniff, he would have. “I would not dare to air Sir’s ‘dirty laundry’ so to speak.”
“No, no,” Bucky said, waving his metal hand. The hand made a concerning grinding sound and he frowned. That wasn’t supposed to happen. He’d probably need to ask someone to take a look at it. Sam was capable of performing basic maintenance, and Bucky trusted him not to sabotage the arm, but anything worse and he’d have to go ask Tony about it.
“Not what I meant,” he continued. “Just that you could tell me what Tony likes and doesn’t like. Uh, how do I turn you back on in my floor?”
“Your request is sufficient,” JARVIS said.
“Great. I’ll meet you up there in a bit. We’re gonna make something so incredible Tony will have to fall in love with me.”
“Yeah, good luck with that,” Sam said, kicking his feet up onto the newly vacated spot on the couch now that Bucky was standing. “I’m going to see if I can find reasonably priced tickets to the ballet.”
Bucky blinked. “I think you’re gonna have worse luck than me.”
Sam threw a shoe at him.
~
On JARVIS’ advice, he baked blueberry muffins because those were apparently Tony’s favorite fruit. Bucky didn’t really understand it. Frankly, he thought blueberries were almost as bad as bananas—nasty, taste-changing fruit that they were—but if Tony loved them, then he would be willing to have them in his kitchen for as long as it took to bake the muffins. Fortunately, he was just as good a baker as he was a cook, so it was a breeze to whip up a delicious batch that had him grateful he couldn’t get salmonella from the mix.
Unfortunately, Tony hated the muffins. Or that’s what Bucky gathered when he went to pick the plate up, hoping that it would be empty for the first time, and found it just as untouched as everything else had been.
“What the fuck, JARVIS?” he complained. “You said he liked blueberries.”
“I don’t know, Sergeant Barnes,” JARVIS said, sounding as baffled as Bucky felt. “Sir has always appreciated them.”
That, Bucky reflected later that night, was possibly to be expected. For all that JARVIS had the inhuman ability to remember literally everything he’d ever seen or heard, he was still just a program. He couldn’t necessarily extrapolate about preferences or tastes. For all either of them knew, Tony did like blueberries but didn’t like muffins or something. It didn’t really explain why JARVIS knew that Tony didn’t like cooked tomatoes, but maybe that could be explained by Tony mentioning it out loud and the other stuff, JARVIS had had to figure out on his own.
He sat up in bed, thinking about it. Maybe that was it: Tony didn’t like muffins. But there had to be other recipes out there that used blueberries that Tony would like. In fact, he was pretty sure he’d come across a blueberry cupcake with brown butter frosting recipe earlier that day. And Bucky didn’t know anyone who could say no to his brown butter. He was incredible at it, and that was being modest. Just the other day, Thor had declared the brown butter sauce he’d made for their chicken to be worthy of an Asgardian feast. Thor was a god. He probably knew things like that.
“JARVIS, you up?” he asked into the dark room.
“Always, Sergeant Barnes.”
“You don’t gotta keep callin’ me that. Bucky’s my name. I’d rather answer to that.”
“Very well, Bucky.”
“Could you pull up some other recipes with blueberries in the flavor profile please? Filter out anything that has something Tony doesn’t like and recipes similar enough to each other that they could be repeats, uh, let’s say anything with a higher than 85% similarity.”
When JARVIS was finished compiling his list, there was a lot less than what Bucky had hoped for, but it was still something he could work with. He looked through the list: cupcakes, pancakes, cookies, more than a few salads, something called a Panzanella. He starred the ones he thought would catch Tony’s interest the most, putting the others aside to possibly try later down the road. Content with his plan, he laid back down, falling asleep within seconds of his head hitting the pillow.
~
None of it worked. Despite his supposed love for blueberries, Tony continued to turn away everything Bucky made for him. So he branched out, trying other foods that JARVIS said Tony was fond of. Nothing came back with more than a couple bites taken out of it and Tony had taken to giving him worried looks every time he appeared at the workshop door with another plate. Bucky was starting to lose hope that he was ever going to woo Tony with food and that was… not great.
Traditional dates were pretty close to impossible. Despite his rapid recovery in the tower, going outside was still too frightening with the crowds of New York, the inability to pick out threats around him, and the lack of sightlines all driving Bucky back inside and to the highest floors of the tower where he could look out over everything.
And as for anything else, well, Bucky was an ex-brainwashed assassin with no money to his name and only half the social skills he used to have (Sam said he had more than he thought but arguing with Sam wasn’t like trying to get someone to like him). He didn’t have much else to offer other than making food and giving Tony a project to work on. The first wasn’t going well and the second made Bucky feel too much like he was taking advantage of Tony to use more than once or twice.
Disheartened, he made his way up to Natalia’s floor to ask her for advice. She and Tony got along almost as well as she got along with Clint. Maybe she would have insights that JARVIS wasn’t able to offer. As he neared her room, though, he realized that she wasn’t alone.
“—to kill me,” someone—Tony, Bucky realized almost immediately—was saying. He stiffened. Who was trying to kill Tony? Bucky would kill them first! Was murder a good way to woo Tony?
“котенок,” Natalia said patiently, “he’s not trying to kill you.”
“You don’t know that!” Tony exclaimed wildly. He sounded like he was pacing. “He could be! He keeps bringing me things everyone knows I won’t eat.”
And now Natalia sounded amused as she said, “Antoshka, I don’t think he’d be trying to feed you if he wanted to kill you. It’s more likely an honest mistake.”
“It could be poison.”
“It’s not poison.”
“You don’t know that. You haven’t tried any of it.”
“It’s not poison because that’s more my style than it is James’.”
Oh, they were talking about him. Tony thought Bucky was trying to kill him. “Fuck,” he said mournfully, leaning up against the wall. No wonder Tony wouldn’t touch any of the food he made for him.
“Well, I don’t see why else he’s bringing me food!” Tony said.
“Really? Not a single reason?”
“It’s food I won’t eat! He clearly doesn’t like me or he’d be bringing me actual food I like.”
“Does he know why you won’t eat it?”
“No, but why does that matter?”
“Tony, darling, have you ever once informed him that you have a sensory processing disorder and you won’t eat a lot of cooked foods because you can’t handle the texture?”
Bucky straightened back up. Tony has a what? He’d never even heard of that before. Why didn’t JARVIS say something? He thought back to when he’d been building the list of blueberry foods and how he’d wondered if JARVIS didn’t necessarily know about the pattern for Tony’s likes and dislikes in his food. Maybe JARVIS hadn’t known about Tony’s disorder, so he hadn’t known to tell Bucky about it. That made the most amount of sense to him though he couldn’t imagine why Tony had never told his AI about his disorder.
“Why would I tell him that?” Tony asks, sounding confused.
He could just picture Natalia shaking her head as she said, “Oh, Antoshka.”
“What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Armed with his new knowledge, Bucky crept away from the door, already planning out new meals to bring to Tony.
~
That very night, he went downstairs with a bowl of salad. It had nuts to provide a small amount of protein, though he’d also put some baked chicken in a Tupperware as well, in case that was something Tony could eat. Tony’s music was playing at a manageable volume by the time he got to the workshop, likely because he was drafting plans for some sort of irrigation system, rather than any sort of consideration for Bucky.
Tony caught sight of him before he got the doors open. Bucky watched as his face fell for a moment before he plastered on a bright, fake smile. Hydra’s programming was still too ingrained in him to do anything as obvious as wince, but he still felt a twinge of shame. Why hadn’t he thought to ask Tony what he would like to eat instead of relying on his own preferences?
“Uh,” he said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. In his other hand, he held up the Tupperware with the salad bowl on top of it. “I brought you some dinner. It’s just a salad, but I included some baked chicken on the side if you want that. I hope it’s something you like.”
Tony blinked at him. “What?”
“I—okay, I’m just gonna come right out and say it. I overheard you and Natalia earlier. I didn’t know you couldn’t eat anything I was making for you. I wasn’t trying to poison you or anything, just thought you might like some food since you’re down here all the time. Sorry for, you know, eavesdropping and making you think I didn’t like you.”
A cautious smile spread across Tony’s face. “You could have asked JARVIS,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, I did, but I guess he didn’t know you don’t like cooked foods.”
“What?” Tony cocked his head to the side. “No, he should know that.” He spun around in his chair, waving the glowing blue drafts of the irrigation system aside in favor of pulling up JARVIS’ bright golden code. It was a beautiful display, and Bucky found himself moving closer, mesmerized by the sight. He had no idea JARVIS’ code was so complex.
“J, buddy, what happened to your code?” Tony murmured. He reached out a hand, groping for Bucky’s shirt to tug him closer. “Gimme food.”
“So you like salad?” Bucky asked, relieved that he’d finally found something.
“And baked chicken,” Tony added. “But it has to be baked. Otherwise, the texture’s too rubbery for me.”
“I can do that,” he promised. “Do you like breading or marinade with the baked chicken?”
“Marinade, yes. Breading, no.”
“Okay. I’ll remember that.”
Tony paused in tearing through JARVIS’ code to give him a small, genuine smile that made Bucky’s heart light up. He returned the smile, which grew bigger when Tony’s gaze darted down to his lips, snagging there as though caught by the sight. He knew he had a nice mouth; he’d been told that plenty of times back in the forties.
“I have another confession to make,” he said once Tony’s attention returned to the code.
“Uh-huh,” Tony said distractedly.
“I was—”
“There you are!” Tony exclaimed. “J, who made those changes to lines 894 through 1036 in your code?”
JARVIS immediately said, “The last time those lines were accessed was in 2008 by Obadiah Stane.”
Tony’s face fell. “Oh.”
It took Bucky a moment remember who Obadiah Stane was. He’d appeared in one of Bucky’s mission files as the Winter Soldier. Back during the nineties, following Tony’s parents deaths, Tony had been planning on shutting down SI’s weapons manufacturing division. Hydra, who’d been buying black market weapons from Stane for years by that time, had ordered the Winter Soldier to assassinate Tony to give Stane complete control of the company. But before he’d been able to complete his mission, Stane had convinced Tony to see “reason” and Bucky had been put back in cryo. That unfulfilled mission had been one of the reasons he’d been so hesitant to move into the tower before his programming had been completely removed. Steve had tried to push for the move anyway, but before either of them could successfully argue the point, Tony had put out a call to the world’s top experts on brainwashing and three whirlwind weeks later, Bucky’s mind was programming-free. And just like that, without even meeting the guy, Bucky had developed a crush on one Tony Stark.
“Sorry, doll,” he said, dropping a hand to Tony’s shoulder and squeezing it gently.
Tony sighed frustratedly. “Every time I think I’ve taken care of everything Obie fucked up, I find something else he’s done. He was probably hoping I’d starve to death or something without anyone making food to my exacting specifications, that asshole.”
“He sounds pretty terrible,” Bucky agreed.
“J, are you able to access the last backup on those lines to restore them?” Tony asked.
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, let’s get those fixed, and uh—”
“And we’ll go out for dinner,” Bucky interrupted.
“Huh?” Tony asked, turning to look at him.
“Seems I owe you an apology and I figure taking you out for dinner is a little nicer than a salad. ‘Sides, if I take you out, I’ll have a better understanding of what you like to eat.”
“Careful there, Buckaroo, or I’ll start thinking this is supposed to be a date.”
Bucky would probably never know what possessed him to firmly say, “Yeah, that’s exactly what it’s supposed to be.” He certainly hadn’t planned to. He really had been planning on their dinner being a way to figure out what Tony liked so he could make it himself and continue with his wooing process from there, hopefully slowly easing Tony into believing that Bucky really did like him and wasn’t trying to poison him.
“Sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “That wasn’t supposed to come out like that.”
Tony stared at him, then abruptly said, “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
“That this is supposed to be a date.”
He could deny it and go back to his original plan. He’d probably even be able to pull off a lie like that. But there was a hopeful look in Tony’s eyes that stopped him from denying anything.
“You didn’t even know that I liked you until five minutes ago,” he pointed out cautiously.
Tony scoffed. “What, like you’ve never liked someone who hated you.”
“Uh, no. I’ve never done that.”
“Really?”
“Never.”
“Huh.”
“Are you… are you saying that you do like me?” Bucky asked.
“Well, yeah. You never mind that half of my engineering babble goes over your head and you bring me food even if you didn’t know it wasn’t something I could eat and you’re really fucking gorgeous when you’ve showered and your hair isn’t falling in greasy clumps around your face.”
“Look who’s talking,” Bucky said amusedly, reaching out to run his fingers through Tony’s hair, matted down with machine oil. Even filthy, he could feel how soft it would be when it was clean. Tony leaned into his hand, humming happily.
“So is that a yes on this being a date, Bucky babe?” Tony asked. “Cause I’ll be honest, I’m not usually left hanging.”
“Yeah,” Bucky said, nodding. “It’s a date.”
Tony grinned and turned his head just enough to kiss the inside of Bucky’s wrist, making Bucky shiver. “Let me get cleaned up.”
“You want me to join you?”
Tony winked at him. “Next time, honey.”
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WandaNat x Reader : In Their Arms
Summary: You feel safer in their arms than you do in your own home.
Warning: Domestic Abuse, Language, Homophobia
Word Count: 1,602
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'Can’t make movie night. Dinner with Jack. Srry.’
“Uggggghhhhh!”
Natasha’s brows raise at the long groan coming from her girlfriend,“ what’s wrong?”
Wanda’s eyes roll and she throws her phone back on the bed and trudges to the bathroom.
Now frowning, Natasha picks up the phone, eyes scanning the message Y/n had just sent. And she completely understands her girlfriend’s frustrations.
This had to be the hundredth time you’d canceled on them for your boyfriend. No matter what it was lately you’d always find some reason to cancel on them to be with Jack.
Both women were upset over it for a number of reasons. The more obvious one being that they don’t think Jack is good enough for you, or right for you in any way. It’s clear as day that the man is a power hungry misogynistic homophobic asshole.
They had noticed it the first night they met him at dinner with the both of you.
Everything you said was countered with him seemingly one upping you: Wanda and Natasha asked about work and you began to reply only for him to cut you down with his opinion of your work and how his job(as an accountant) was a real career compared to yours(as a photographer).
When he left to the bathroom you profusely apologized and claimed he wasn’t always like that, something about a long day at work leaving him cranky. But the women knew that wasn’t it. And even if it was it wasn’t a valid excuse.
It all became too much at dinner another night when he implied that Natasha and Wanda’s relationship wasn’t “real” because they were two women. That was the first time they saw you stand up to him, in defense of your best friends, but he quickly shut you down.
They hated seeing it. They know how strong and incredible you are and couldn’t understand why you were with someone who didn’t even see you as an equal, who didn’t treat you like the queen you are.
Both women would love nothing more than to be the ones showing you what you deserved but they had never gotten any indication that you one: were into women and two: into them. And then you got with Jack. So they silently loved you, making sure to remind you of your worth since they knew your self-esteem was taking hits in your relationship.
Natasha’s pulled from her thoughts when her girlfriend emerges from the bathroom. Green eyes scan over Wanda’s form and a subconscious smile tugs at her lips.
“As much as I would love for Y/n to be here, she’s made her decision and we should respect it.” The redhead says, pulling Wanda in by her waist.
The younger woman’s fingers slip into red tresses,“ but it was a dumb decision,” she groans again,“ and I miss her. It’s been weeks Nat.”
God did she know it. She hated not seeing you as much as she use to it. And silently vowed to never take your presence for granted again. That is whenever she can bask in it again.
“I know and I miss her too but we can’t force her to spend time with us.” Natasha says, watching as her girlfriend crawls on to the bed and curls into herself.
She grumbles something that Natasha doesn’t hear. So the ex-assassin wraps herself around Wanda, pulling her close and resting her chin on the woman’s shoulder,“ speak up lyubov.”
“Since when is spending time with us forced?”
Your relationship with the women was a strong one. Having met years ago when Pepper and Tony hired you to photograph their wedding(post Tony’s snap).
The women were taken with the simplicity of your life and were amazed with the work you did. Just as much as you were taken with the complexity of theirs and equally amazed at their work.
It was on a whim that you contacted them to hang out, a simple lunch “date” as you’d said. And your friendship with them grew from there. To the point where you spent almost every free night you all had, together. Eventually they became the two people you could tell anything to and you trusted them with your life and vice versa, except their feelings branched past friendly.
Still they never imposed that on you. In fact you had no idea.
Before either woman can could continue their phones buzzed. Another notification from you.
Excitedly Wanda opens it, hoping it’s you saying you’ll come over anyway. That excitement quickly switches to dread.
The audio message plays, your cries and screams blaring in the quiet of their bedroom. Accompanied by the horrid thuds and obvious slapping sounds.
Neither woman had moved so fast in their lives. Springing from the bed(Natasha equipping her Widow’s Bites) and leaving their home. They take the familiar route to your house and waste no time going inside, as quietly as possible so as not to enrage your attacker.
“-me for them? As if they could give you something I haven’t!” The gruff shouts of a familiar voice makes Wanda freeze in her position pressed against the kitchen wall.
Your followed cries shatters her heart.
“Please stop. Please.”
“You disgust me.” He spits.“ I knew there was something was wrong with you but being gay-”
Whatever he says next is distorted and cut off by the volts now running through his body.
Still in a state of fear, you flinch away from Natasha when the woman reaches you. And seeing how fragile and beaten you were angered and hurt her beyond belief.
She shoots another Widow’s Bite at the man before kneeling beside you.
“Y/n, hey,” her voice is softer than it’s ever been,“ milaya I need you to come with us. I’m not going to hurt you, ever.”
E/c, tear filled eyes, look into green and you’re washed with a sense of security. In her eyes you’re reminded of the greatest love you’ve ever felt. It’s always been there but it matters now more than ever.
With a nod from you, Natasha helps you up and passes you over to Wanda. You miss whatever it is they say, just overly aware of the pain from your forming bruises.
Wanda eases you into the backseat, scooting in herself, and pulling you into her arms. Sobs wrack your body that make tears well in Wanda’s eyes. She does her best to calm you, whispered assurances of your safety and worth breaking through your cries.
Getting from your house to their home is a blur. You feel as if you’re flowing in and out of consciousness even though you aren’t.
The severity of what happened weighs on you, making each blink feel like days of darkness, making your body feel empty despite your broken spirit inside it.
You think and over think the situation. You blame yourself, feeling stupid for not recognizing that this is the kind of man he is. You hate yourself for sticking with him, having thought he’d return to the charming man he was when you’d first met.
His verbal abuse was one thing, not acceptable but not physical. You shouldn’t have stuck around for that and honestly had you left him when it began you never would’ve been in this position.
How could I have been so stupid? So weak?
Natasha’s eyes snap to yours at the mumbled words.
Words you apparently thought out loud.
The red head kneels in front of you in an instant and her hands gently squeeze the unbruised parts of your arms.
“You are far from weak and stupid.” Her words are stern, the hate in them directed to the man that made you feel that way, and the assurance in them for you.“ He is the weak one. He is the stupid one. Do not blame yourself for this Y/n.”
Seeing tears roll down the flawless cheeks of the ex-assassin stirs something in you. Feelings that you’d just recently begun to understand. And the returning presence of the woman’s girlfriend makes them all the more prevalent.
Fingers wringing together, you tell them what had happened,“ I was breaking up with him.” Both sets of green eyes widen.“ I told him that I had developed feelings outside of our relationship, feelings for my best friends, and he lost it.” Your fingers clench around each other,“ he told me my feelings were wrong, that it was disgusting-”
You don’t have to continue because they know.
What they heard going into your house makes sense now. He was shouting about them.
You have feelings for them.
The warmth of the arms that surround you make more tears splash down to your hands. Hands that are pulled apart and encased in the warmth of Natasha’s hands.
She shares a look with the younger girl behind you, who’s arms hold you close.
Both of them dreamt of this moment. Dreamt of you confessing your feelings to them but they hate that it came about this way. And while there is nothing they can do about what has already happened, they can ensure that it never does again. At their hands or anyone else’s.
“You’re safe with us,” Wanda whispers into your ear, body hugging you closer as her chin rests on your shoulder,“ we love you.”
“And we will never, ever hurt you.” Natasha adds, moving to sit at your side to wrap her arms around you and Wanda.
Despite the events of a mere few hours ago, you feel safe, you feel at home, all because you’re in their arms.
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So, in Brazilian politics news, the investigation on the assassination of councilor Marielle Franco and her driver Anderson Gomes has pointed that, on the day right after the murder, militiaman Adriano da Nóbrega called a meeting with militia peers to ask them about the crime.
[Image description: Marielle Franco on the left, Anderson Gomes on the right.]
According to witnesses, he wanted to know if any of his allies was involved. One of the witnesses, Jorge Alberto Moreth, aka ‘Beto Bomba’, has also said to councilor Marcello Sicilliano (Humanist Party of Solidarity) that former state deputy Domingos Brazão was who ordered the crime, but in his new testimony Beto says the information wasn’t true and he was drawing the conclusion by piercing together press information. Nóbrega’s widow (he died in a police operation last year) said her husband had refused a request from another militiaman to assassinate Marielle.
[Image description: from left to right, Adriano da Nóbrega, Beto Bomba, and Domingos Brazão.]
An audio conversation found in the phone of Ronnie Lessa, accused of executing the murder, also mentioned said meeting by Nóbrega. It also features Lessa saying “I never liked messing with these things, I don’t even want to know about them”, but the police says Lessa forged the audio to try distancing himself from the case.
[Image description: Ronnie Lessa.]
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#brazil#brazilian politics#politics#marielle franco#anderson gomes#militias#adriano da nobrega#ronnie lessa#domingos brazao#beto bomba#translations and summaries#mod nise da silveira
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Leading Without Honor (Clali multi chapter fic)
Cliff is a widowed Lieutenant to General Giovanni in a war that he knows no one will win in. His outlook on life is dreary until the feisty but caring nurse Kalysta O'Malley enters his life.
Chapter Sixteen: End
"In breaking news, the war over control of Valor Mystic Instinct is over after audio of General Giovanni planning to assassinate General Willow was leaked from an unknown source."
The screen cuts to an audio recording, subtitles on the screen.
"I don't care what it takes! I want control over Valor Mystic Instinct! Just do what you have to, just kill him and those three idiot Lieutenants of his as well! They're all in my way, I want them all dead!" Click.
"The weapons specialist and Lieutenant, Blanche Overwater learned of these plans and warned Willow ahead of time. Giovanni was dishonorably discharged and is now facing up to 40 years in prison. More news on this at 6:00."
All eyes were glued to the tv in shock and disbelief. They could go home now. They were free of this war and everything that came with it.
"Did you know about this?" Arlo asked, turning to Cliff who had Kali securely in his arms.
"No. He would never tell me or anyone else anything." Cliff shook his head.
"Figures." Arlo shrugs. "I just wanna get home to Elara and savor my time with her. She must be worried sick..."
Cliff and Kali look at each other and smile. They were going home on the next flight out.
Two years later...
"Come to mama! Come to mama, Sierra!" Kali cooed to her daughter, spreading her arms open. The little girl giggled and cooed as she crawled to her mother, who gladly picked her up and nuzzled her.
Sierra was Cliff's spitting image, aside from having her mother's eyes. Kali and Elara agreed to set up playdates as soon as her and Arlo's daughter Kaseya was old enough.
"That's my girl." Kali smiled.
"Hey, dinner's gonna be ready soon." Cliff stated, smiling as he took Sierra from Kali's arms and rubbed their noses together, chuckling as Sierra's tiny hands batted at his cheeks.
"Thanks honey." Kali kissed his cheek. "Everything ok? Still adjusting?"
They had just moved into their house, which had three bedrooms and a large backyard with a fence. Kali saw and it and fell in love, prompting Cliff to put the highest bid.
"Everything's fine. I have my girls." Cliff kissed her quickly. "That's all I'll ever need."
War was definitely hell, but this was paradise.
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THIS IS IT!! I'M DONE!! Thank you so so so so so much for creating such an amazing character, @starcountesseevee!! And thank you for letting me use her for this story!! I hope this was all worth it!!
And thank you readers who followed along!! You're appreciated!!
Tune in next time for another new project!!
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for the ask meme: you've been listening to a lot of those doctor who radio plays right (or are they short stories)? what's the best thing you can say about the last one you listened to/read?
Oh, they're all different lengths. Some are short stories, other are two hour long audio dramas and others are four hour long stories connected in a box (which then links to stories in other boxes).
As for the one I heard most recently.... Hmmmm I recently relistened to The Widow's Assassin by Nev Fountain, a Sixth Doctor audio that revisits the relationship between Sixie and his most frequent television companion, Peri Brown.
On the TV show in the mid 80s Peri kind of died, but also kind of didn't, and it was all pretty confusing and neither actor liked how that was resolved on TV. So in the years since there have been some... retcons, and Big Finish (the company that makes all these audio dramas) has settled on saying the Time Lords messed with the timeline so every possible end for Peri is equally true all at once.
So in this audio, after finding that all fates for Peri actually happened in a previous audio, the Doctor tries to convince Peri to travel with him again like a week following the events of Peri's final episode for Peri and several companions and who knows how many years later for Six. It's all very complicated and full of endless references to Peri's run on the show as well as a bunch of other stuff.
The best thing I can say about it has to do with a sequence at the end where the Doctor and Peri swap bodies for plot reasons. For almost the entire final half hour of the story Peri's actress - Nicola Bryant - plays the Sixth Doctor. Then for two scenes near the end Six's actor - Colin Baker - plays Peri.
You can really tell that the two of them are just having a blast. It's not like these scenes are the most groundbreaking in terms of writing - there are times where the dialogue is literally just having them repeat lines and even entire scenes from TV - just with the actors switched of course - but they are just so obviously having the time of their lives.
Listening to it I can't help but think of every single convention appearance where they had to rewatch those scenes, of the number of fans who have probably talked to them about them over time, and of all the years they have spent working with one another in general as they played those same roles. And now they're revisiting these moments just... well playing the other's character for a change.
Better yet, Peri is a companion originally from Baltimore played by an English actress with an eeerrrrr interesting fake American accent (she's better at it on audio after years of practice, but it's still... what it is), but while she was playing the Doctor Nicola Bryant could use an English accent instead while Colin Baker was forced to use an American one while playing Peri. Which he was far better at than I was expecting.
It's just a ton of fun to hear two actors who have been playing their characters for so so sooooo long alongside one another swap roles.
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My favourite Doctor Who writers
10. Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman is one of the most talented people to ever write for Doctor Who. Of course, talent alone is not enough - Douglas Adams, Alan Moore, and Naomi Alderman all miss out on this list. What makes Gaiman special is his fairytale, fantasy approach to the show. He has big ideas, full of heart, and I am always delighted by them.
Why isn’t Mr Gaiman higher up on the list? Simply because he has only done four stories. One of them, “The Doctor’s Wife”, is an all-time classic, while the others are at least good. With a couple more stories, Mr Gaiman would surely be higher.
9. Paul Magrs
Coming in at #9 is one of the most important writers of non-televised Who. Paul Magrs has written nine Big Finish Main Range stories (most notably “The Peterloo Massacre”), three Companion Chronicles, and two Eighth Doctor Adventures, including the exceptional “The Zygon Who Fell To Earth”, as well as a huge number of spin-off adventures.
It’s in print where Magrs really flourishes, though. It’s quite hard to get across just how influential Paul Magrs has been. Firstly, his three books in the Eighth Doctor Adventures range - The Scarlet Empress, The Blue Angel, and Mad Dogs and Englishmen - are hugely ambitious metatextual delights. These stories introduce Iris Wildthyme and the Smudgelings to the Whoniverse, and have each inspired their own spin-off series, collectively called the “Magrsverse”. Iris’s parody of the Doctor is a rip-roaring delight whenever she appears - and as you know, she’s famous for it - and will prove a lasting legacy for Mr Magrs.
I suppose, at this junction, I should mention Lawrence Miles, who has had a similar influence, but I just don’t find to be quite as good a storyteller as Magrs.
8. Rob Shearman
You probably know Rob Shearman for “Dalek”, the first good New Who story. What if I told you that “Dalek” is Shearman’s worst DW story?
The titles of Shearman’s audio plays are enough to send shivers up the spines of those who have heard them. There’s “Jubilee”, the loose inspiration for “Dalek”, which explores the Daleks as fascist iconography. There’s “The Holy Terror”, where the Doctor and Frobisher the Penguin Shape-Shifter have a similarly horrifying experience with a religious cult. There’s “The Chimes of Midnight”, possibly the definitive Eighth Doctor story, and “Scherzo”, itself perhaps the most experimental story in Doctor Who history, and “Deadline”, in which the villain is Doctor Who itself.
Like many of the writers on this list, Shearman has an eclectic back catalogue full of obscure oddities. But few people have quite his capacity for knocking it out of the park.
7. Chris Chibnall
It’s true that Chris Chibnall’s work before becoming showrunner is inconsistent at best. “42″ is bad and “The Hungry Earth” is uninspired. “Dinosaurs on a Spaceship” is a fun romp, while “The Power of Three” is a great story that is let down by the ending which had to be re-written hastily due to unforeseen production issues. And Chibnall’s contributions to Series 11 range from “fine” (”The Woman Who Fell To Earth”) to “bad” (”The Battle of Ranskor Av Kolos”). But in “Pond Life” and “P.S.”, Chibnall shows that he knows how to write affecting character beats.
It’s in Series 12 that Chibnall really takes things up a step. His stories become sprawling and ambitious: globe-trotting thrillers crammed full of ideas. He’s still occasionally guilty of trying to throw too many ideas in, but his love for the story really shines through. There’s barely a weak moment in Series 12, and that’s largely because Chibnall himself steps up to write or co-write hit after hit after hit. It all culminates in the epic three-part finale, “The Haunting of Villa Diodati”/”Ascension of the Cybermen”/”The Timeless Children”, a hugely ambitious story that crosses space and time and pulls together disparate elements from the history of Who. It’s a million miles from “The Battle of Ranskor Av Kolos”: a fan-pleasing story that is truly epic.
6. Vinay Patel
Why is Vinay so high? Good question. Thinking about it, I can’t really justify this placement. Patel reliably produces great stories - “Demons of the Punjab” alone marks Patel out as a great, and to follow it up with “Fugitive of the Judoon” shows that it wasn’t a fluke. But Mr Patel has only got four stories to his name - the aforementioned TV stories plus “Letters from the Front” and “The Tourist” - so for similar reasons to Mr Gaiman, a high position is difficult to justify.
So instead, let’s give this position to Terrance Dicks. Mr Dicks has a bit of a reputation as more of a “jobbing” writer than someone like Chibnall or Shearman, Terrance Dicks was, first and foremost, a script editor. Yes, he co-wrote “The War Games” and was the sole writer for “Horror of Fang Rock”, but he’s best remembered for script editing the Third Doctor era (and part of the Second Doctor era), as well as producing an absolute mass of Target novelisations. But that’s not all - Mr Dicks has written original novels (VNAs, EDAs, and PDAs alike), Quick Reads, audio stories, two stage plays, and even the Destiny of the Doctor video game.
Sure, Mr Dicks didn’t burn as bright as Mr Patel. But his contribution to the Whoniverse is unparalleled.
5. Nev Fountain
Comedy writer Nev Fountain has written several of the very best Doctor Who stories. For some reason, these stories tend to centre around Peri (Fountain is married to Nicola Bryant). “Peri and the Piscon Paradox” is the best Companion Chronicle by far, due to a combination of great acting by Bryant and Colin Baker and Fountain’s sizzling script. “The Kingmaker” is an outrageously funny historical with incredible dialogue and multiple ideas clever enough to carry a whole story.
Frankly, those two alone should be enough to convince anyone of Fountain’s brilliance. But there is so much more - “The Widow’s Assassin”, “The Curious Incident of the Doctor In the Night-time”, “The Blood on Santa’s Claw”, “Omega“... if you like Doctor Who, make yourself familiar with Nev Fountain.
4. Robert Holmes
More than anyone else, Robert Holmes is responsible for the esteem which the Fourth Doctor is held in.
Holmes first wrote for the show all the way back in Series 6, with “The Krotons”. He wrote the very first Third Doctor story, “Spearhead From Space”, in which he also introduced the Autons. They reappeared a year later in “Terror of the Autons”, which introduced Jo Grant and the Master. In “The Time Warrior”, Holmes introduced the Sontarans, a pastiche of imperialism.
It was in the Fourth Doctor era that Mr Holmes really made his mark. He took over from Mr Dicks as script editor. In his own right, he wrote “The Deadly Assassin” and “Talons of Weng-Chiang”, but he also turned “The Ark In Space”, “Pyramids of Mars”, and “The Brain of Morbius” into usable stories, even appearing in “The Brain of Morbius” as the Doctor.
After stepping back from script editing, Holmes returned as a hack to write stories like “The Caves of Androzani” (probably the most popular story in Classic Who) and “The Two Doctors”, before dying shortly after his 60th birthday.
3. Jamie Mathieson
Putting Mr Mathieson above Mr Holmes really shows my bias towards New Who, but honestly, I’d rather re-watch “Mummy on the Orient Express”, “Flatline”, or “Oxygen” than any of Holmes’ stories. Mathieson is very inventive and extremely good at maintaining pace and tension. I’m sure we’ll get more stories from him in the future, but the ones we have so far should be used as inspiration by anyone wanting to writing exciting Who.
2. John Dorney
It is hard to exaggerate Mr Dorney’s contributions to audio Who. He may lack the external fanbase of Mr Gaiman, the influence of Mr Magrs, or the legendary status of Messrs Dicks, Chibnall, and Holmes, but make no mistake, Dorney is exceptional. In almost every range he tries his hand at - Lost Stories, Novel Adaptations, Third Doctor Adventures, Fourth Doctor Adventures, Fifth Doctor Adventures, Dark Eyes, Doom Coalition, Ravenous, Time War, Companion Chronicles, Short Trips, Jago and Litefoot, Missy, UNIT, Diary of River Song... Dorney reliably writes the best story in the set.
In particular, Dorney’s stories are notable for the way they focus on character drama. Look at stories like “A Life In A Day” or “Absent Friends” for particular examples of stories that use sci-fi concepts to draw emotion out of characters, particularly the stoic Liv Chenka. Other highlights of Dorney’s include “The Red Lady” and the “Better Watch Out”/”Fairytale of Salzburg” two-parter.
1. Steven Moffat
What more is there to say? Moffat is truly exceptional, reliably writing the best stories in TV Who for several consecutive years. The classics are too numerous to list, but the stand outs amongst the stand outs are “Blink” and “Heaven Sent”/”Hell Bent”.
Some of Moffat’s best work comes away from TV. The minisodes “The Inforarium” and “Night of the Doctor”, the novelisation of “Day of the Doctor”, the short stories “Continuity Errors” and “the Corner of the Eye”, and lockdown stories like “Terror of the Umpty Ums” are Moffat deep cuts which deserve to be held in the same regard as his great TV stories.
Moffat’s imagination lead to him creating multiple iconic monsters - foremost amongst them, the Weeping Angels and the Silence. Moffat emphasised the use of time travel within the stories themselves; other themes in his work include memory, perception, paradoxes, identity, sexuality, and responsibility. He is, without a doubt, the greatest Doctor Who writer, and I am so lucky to have lived through the period where he was active.
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His New Partner
Chapter 22: The Party Crasher
Series Masterlist
Previous Chapter
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Words: 3033
Warnings: Some angst, violence, gun use, a small injury, mentions of alcohol, protective!Steve, controlling!Steve, cussing.
A/N: Unpopular opinion, but Age Of Ultron isn’t actually as bad as everyone says it is.
“But it’s a trick.” Clint argued as he twirled a chopstick around in his left hand, back pressed against the foot of one of Stark Tower’s many sofas.
The party, or ‘revels’, as Thor had called it, was long since over. The only remaining people were scattered upon the couches; those being the world’s six most popular crime fighters, as well as Rhodes, Maria Hill, Dr. Helen Cho, and the sweet Y/N of course.
Dozens of empty Chinese food takeout containers were distributed over the coffee table, as well as too many beer bottles and alcohol glasses to count. Though the most eye-catching, and certainly heaviest item on the table was Thor’s great, mighty hammer; Mjolnir.
“No, no, it’s much more than that.” Thor insisted while he passed even more Asgardian mead to Steve, internally making the Y/N worry about what the Captain would be like the next morning.
“‘Ah, whosoever be he worthy shall haveth the power.’” The archer imitated in a fake deep voice. “Whatever man! It’s a trick.”
“Well please, be my quest.” The God of Thunder smugly gestured to his hammer, making the room go silent with anticipation.
“Come on.” Stark urged.
“Really?” Clint asked, making sure that he was actually allowed to touch this legendary piece of weaponry.
“Yeah.”
Rhodes chuckled. “Oh, this is ‘gonna be beautiful.”
“Clint, you’ve had a tough week. We won’t hold it against you if you can’t get it up.” Tony quipped, causing the group to laugh in response.
“You know I’ve seen this before, right?” Barton claimed as he walked closer towards the hammer, completely wrapping his hand around its handle.
Thor gave him a small nod in encouragement.
Barton used all of his human strength to try and lift it, only to just give up and let it go with a grunt. “I still don’t know how you do it!” He exclaimed in disbelief.
“Smell the silent judgement?” Tony quipped from his seat next to Rhodes.
Clint pointed to the billionaire. “Please, Stark, by all means.”
Without missing a beat, Tony stood up from his spot and unbuttoned his jacket cockily.
“Okay.” Maria laughed.
Rhodes shook his head. “Uh oh.”
The billionaire stepped closer towards the hammer. “Never one to shrink from an honest challenge.”
“Get after it.” Clint encouraged.
Tony just shrugged like this was no big deal. “It’s physics.”
“Physics.” Bruce repeated, finally tuning out from his flirty conversation with a certain red-haired assassin.
“Right, so, if I lift it, I then rule Asgard?” Stark clarified.
“Yes of course.” Thor told him, already predicting the outcome of this situation.
“I will be reinstituting prima nocta.” Stark joked, hopefully, before beginning to pull on the hammer and miserably failing to lift it. “I’ll be right back.” He said as he headed in the direction of what looked like his workshop.
Several minutes later, the man returned with an Iron Man arm and tried to lift it once again, only to become unsuccessful for a second time.
Now Rhodes finally joined him, a War Machine arm on and all. “Are you even pulling?” He asked through laboured breaths.
“Are you on my team?” Tony retorted.
“Just represent. Pull.” Rhodes instructed, but they still didn’t end up getting anywhere.
Up next was Bruce, who actually stood on the table and used all of his might to try and lift it. The man even pretended to turn into the hulk for some fun, unfortunately only earning a pity smile from Natasha and a few giggles from Y/N. “Huh?”
The next Avenger to try was Steve. As he got up from his seat next to Y/N with a hopeful expression, the group gave him a couple of joyful whoops.
The actress, who was clad her fiancé’s brown leather jacket, clapped her hands in excitement. “You got this, honey!”
“Go ahead, Steve. No pressure.” Tony supported.
The Captain rolled up the sleeves of his fancy blue dress shirt, giving Y/N a flirty wink. He adjusted his large hands around the handle of the hammer and began to pull.
“Come on, Cap.” Barton cheered.
A small squeaking noise came from where the hammer and table met, causing Thor’s face to looked a little worried for the first time during this entire game.
After a couple of seconds of pulling as hard as he seemingly could, Steve put his hands up in defeat and sighed, moving back down to sit next to his fiancée.
“Nothing.” Thor laughed, partially reassuring himself, as he took a sip of his liquor.
Y/N leaned closer into her man’s side, bringing her lips up to his left ear. “Are you sure that it didn’t move?” She whispered. “Because I swear-“
“I got no idea what you’re talking about, doll.” Steve responded coolly, though the girl could tell that he was trying to hide a smirk.
Stark cleared his throat. “And?”
“Widow?” Bruce asked, gesturing to the woman.
Natasha sank back into her seat with a chuckle. “Oh, no, no. That’s not a question I need answered.” She took a sip of her beer with a grin.
“Baby?” Steve questioned, wondering if Y/N wanted to give it a try as well.
The girl shook her head with a playful smile. “Don’t feel like ruling the Nine Realms today, maybe another time, though.”
“All deference to the Man Who Wouldn’t Be King, but it’s rigged.” Stark stated.
“You bet your ass.” Clint agreed, slapping Tony on the back.
“Steve, he said a bad language word.” Maria pointed to Clint, referencing when on the previous mission Steve had corrected Tony for using foul words.
The Captain sighed and shook his head. “Did you tell everyone about that?” He scolded Tony.
“The handle’s imprinted, right? Like a security code.” The billionaire suggested, completely ignoring Steve’s question. “‘Whosoever is carrying Thor’s fingerprints’ is, I think, the literal translation.”
“Yes. It’s a very, very interesting theory.” Thor said as he stood up from the couch. “I have a simpler one.” He smiled, grasping the handle of his hammer and flipping it in the air for show. “You’re all not worthy.”
The room erupted in groans and laughter, Rhodes even booing.
“Oh, come on!”
Though all of the good fun was suddenly interrupted by a high-pitched noise, making everybody in the room flinch and grab their ears.
Tony checked his phone to see if everything was okay, but unfortunately, it seemed like he was too late.
A large robotic figure, that had an uncanny resemblance to Tony’s Iron Legion, began to stalk it’s was towards the group. The thing looked like it had been through hell, all torn and busted up, practically limping as it went. Though without a doubt, it was simply terrifying.
“Worthy.” The robot said in a gravely voice, making everybody turn their heads towards it. “No. How could you be worthy?” The thing walked closer toward them in uneven steps. “You’re all killers.”
“Stark.” The Captain said in confusion.
“J.A.R.V.I.S.” Tony tried to get a hold of his artificial intelligence system, only to get no response.
“I’m sorry, I was asleep.” The robot said. “Or I was a-dream.”
“Reboot Legionnaire OS.” The billionaire spoke to his technology. “We got a buggy suit.”
“There was this terrible noise.” The creepy machine went on. “And I was tangled in... in... strings. I had to kill the other guy. He was a good guy.”
“You killed someone?” Steve asked sternly. He not-so-subtly stepped in front of Y/N, completely blocking her off from any possible harm.
“Wouldn’t have been my first call.” The robot insisted. “But, down in the real world, we’re faced with ugly choices.”
The Captain turned his head towards his girl. “Take off your shoes.” He ordered with a whisper, making Y/N confused.
She glanced down at her high heels. “What? Why?” She asked from behind him, making sure to be as silent as possible.
“Heels off. Now.” Steve demanded, leaving no room for further questions.
“Who sent you?” Thor spoke up.
Just then, an audio recording of Tony’s voice began to play through the speaker of the robot. “‘I see a suit of armour around the world.’” It said.
“Ultron.” Bruce stated, finally figuring out what this weird creation was.
“In the flesh.” The robot spoke. “Or, no, not yet. Not this chrysalis. But I’m ready.”
“When I say ‘go’, you run as fast as you can towards the elevator. Go down to our floor.” Steve spoke quietly over his shoulder to Y/N, making the petrified girl nod in response.
Thor took a hold of his hammer and Maria gripped her hand gun, everybody in the room ready to spring into action at any second.
Ultron continued. “I’m on a mission.”
“What mission?” Natasha asked.
“Peace in our time.”
And with that, three more of the robots burst through the wall of the party floor; splints of wood and pieces of glass flying everywhere.
“Go!” Steve shouted to Y/N as he kicked up the coffee table, using it as makeshift shield.
The girl bolted as fast as she could towards the elevator, ducking out of the way of any flying debris. Though on her way, she saw her fiancé get flown back by one of the robots and crash to the floor. “Steve!” She yelled with worry.
“Go!” The man quickly responded.
After giving him a second glance, Y/N continued to head to the elevator.
Tony got thrown though a bookcase, Rhodes fell through a large price of glass, and numerous other Avengers began to get tossed around by these robots. Clint slid underneath a table to hide as Bruce and Natasha headed over to the bar, slipping over top of it and also falling to the floor.
One of the evil machines even grabbed ahold of Loki’s Scepter.
The redhead started to shoot at one of them as Steve jumped on the back of another, only to be forcefully shoved against the wall behind him. The man fell to the floor with a thud while Natasha and Bruce headed up the stairs.
Clint got shoved though glass and slid down a ramp, just as Tony headed with a screwdriver to disassemble one of the many robots.
Meanwhile, Thor continued to annihilate them with his hammer, tossing the metal to the side after every kill.
“Stark!” The Captain shouted.
The legionnaire began to speak as well. “We are here to help.” It repeated.
Tony struggled to get the thing dismantled. “One sec.” He spoke. “One sec, I got this.”
“Please back away.” The robots stated.
“Hmm.”
Half of one of them flew up and began to aim at Helen, but luckily, Steve arrived just in time to throw it out of the way. “Thor!” He called, making the God of Thunder smash the machine to the ground with his hammer.
“Is unsafe... is unsafe.. is unsafe.” The thing continued.
Fortunately, Clint was right next to where Steve’s shield was located. “Hey, Cap!” He yelled, tossing the thing to his Captain.
The blonde man easily caught it in the air with a grunt, spinning around and throwing it at a robot. The thing fell apart and crashed to the ground in several pieces, making the room go quiet.
The group just stood there, catching their breaths.
“That was dramatic.” Ultron stated as Tony finally sat down. “I’m sorry, I know you mean well. You just didn’t think it through.” The machine continued. “You want to protect the world, but you don’t want it to change. How is humanity saved if it’s not allowed to evolve?” He picked up one of the other legionnaires by its unresponsive head. “With these? These puppets.” He threw it to the ground. “There’s only one path to peace. The Avengers’ extinction.”
And without hesitation, Thor forcefully threw Mjolnir at Ultron. The hammer came flying back to him.
“I have strings, but now I’m free.” The destroyed robot hummed. “There are no strings one me.”
The friends continued to stand there, in shock of what just happened, before they heard a small clunking noise coming from a distance.
“What’s that?” Maria asked.
Tony secured the screwdriver in his hand and stood up. “Probably another bot. Let’s go take care of it.”
“It’s coming from the elevator.” Natasha stated, causing Steve’s eyes to widen with worry.
“Oh, god.” He breathed out, before rapidly picking up his shield and sprinting towards the lift.
Much to his horror, the sound was coming from a robot’s foot that was caught within the elevator doors, and the familiar scream of Y/N coming from behind them.
The man quickly shoved the doors apart and slashed the machine down with his shield, all of the care he has for his girl giving him extra adrenaline.
“S-Steve.” She sobbed from her place huddled in the elevator corner. “St-Steve, I-”
“O-Oh my god.” Her fiancé sighed, heading a bit forward and trying to help her up by grasping her elbows.
“Ow.” Y/N winced, left arm flinching away from him. “That’s where he g-got me.”
By now the whole team had huddled around them, watching the exchange with a frown.
“The robot?” Steve questioned while he walked the girl out of the elevator, earning a nod from her as the doors closed behind them.
“H-He followed me to the elevator.” She continued to cry. “I k-kept pressing the down button inside, but it was too slow. The doors tried to shut on his foot but he was too strong, so they just kept repeatedly closing on it.”
“What about your arm, N/N?” Steve asked, rubbing a soothing hand down her back that was still in his jacket.
She let out a shaky breath and sniffled. “He was grabbing me as I was r-running, and I think he sprained it or something.”
“I can get a look at it right away.” Helen insisted.
“T-Thank you.” Y/N said as she began to walk with the doctor, the whole team following behind them except for Steve.
“You coming?” Bruce asked.
The Captain ran a hand over his face, trying to hide the couple of tears that sprang into his blue eyes. “Of course. Just give me a second.”
The scientist nodded his head and continued walking with the group, unbeknownst to the fact that his leader was crying right behind him.
‘I was the one that told her to go to the elevator in the first place.’ The internal voice in Steve’s head was shouting loud and clear. ‘Now she’s hurt, and it’s all my fault.’
*****
The Avengers had lost. Their battle, their sanity, their pride; all of it was lost.
Ultron was still alive, and the twins had gotten away, but not before picking and plucking with each of the Avengers’ deepest fears, displaying them at the front their minds.
Hulk had lashed out and injured; killed multiple people, making Bruce feel guiltier than ever before.
Thor, Natasha, and Steve were all still recovering from their dreams as Clint flew the quintet, and Tony was on video call with the Tower.
“The news is loving you guys.” Maria stated into the camera from her place in New York. “Nobody else is. There’s been no official call for Banner’s arrest, but it’s in the air.”
“The Stark Relief Foundation?” Tony questioned.
“Already on the scene.” She told him. “How’s the team?”
“Everyone’s...” Stark looked around the jet, seeing everybody’s deep frown lines more prominent than ever. “We took a hit. We’ll shake it off.”
“Well, for now, I’d stay in stealth mode and stay away from here.”
“So, run and hide?” Tony clarified.
“Until we can find Ultron, I don’t have a lot else to offer.” Hill spoke truthfully.
The billionaire sighed. “Neither do we.”
“Maria?” The team heard in the background of the video call, right before Stark was about to shut it off.
“Here might be something to lighten your guys’ mood.” The agent gave the Avengers a small smile. “Hey, N/N.” She said, head turned slightly to the left of the camera.
“Is that them?” The voice, presumably Y/N, asked.
Maria stood up from her chair and held it out for the other girl to sit in. “Their all yours.”
“Hey, Tony.” Y/N spoke as she sat down. “Is Ste-?”
“Doll?” The man who she was looking for came up behind Stark.
“Steve.” She sighed in relief. “I just wanted to see if you’re okay. Thank goodness you are.”
“Why aren’t you up on our floor?” The Captain asked, eyebrows furrowed as could be.
“I-I know that you wanted me to stay up there, but I just wanted to talk to you. I-”
“I don’t care.” Steve cut her off with a stern voice. “I want you up there, it’s safer.”
“But, Steve-” Y/N started.
“Now.”
The girl scoffed and shook her head, ready to give up. “Fine, whatever.” She stood up from her chair with a puff.
“I love you.” Steve spoke, almost remorsefully.
Normally Y/N would smile at those three simple words from him, but right now, her face was cold as tone. “Love you too.” And with that she shut off the video call, leaving an empty black screen in its wake.
The Captain turned back to his team and saw them all staring at him skeptically.
“What?” He asked.
Tony just ignored it and stood up, walking to Clint who was piloting at the front of the yet. “Hey, you ‘wanna switch out?”
“No, I’m good.” Clint told him. “If you ‘wanna go get some kip, now’s a good time because we’re still a few hours out.”
“Few hours from where?” Stark questioned.
“A safe house.”
‘A safe house.’ Steve mocked the words inside of his head. Were they truly ever safe? This walking group of accidents waiting to happen? It didn’t seem so.
Steve always brought catastrophe wherever he went. Whether it was huge battles like these, little fights back when he was younger, or even robots attacking his fiancée.
Has he ever really lived without a war?
Could he ever really live without a war?
It didn’t seem so. But, Steve definitely knew one thing for certain. There was no way in hell that he was bringing Y/N into one ever again. Whatever it takes.
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Fall In Line
Yours and Natasha’s story about how you escaped H.Y.D.R.A.
Warnings:mentions of violence, violence, abuse, ANGST, small amount of fluff, Natasha being a funny but annoying badass. And You kicking some serious ASSSS.
Word Count: 3.5k
Taglist: (Lmk if you wanna join!) @wednesday-add-em @angrythingstarlight @sea040561 @kmuir1
A/N: first time writing for Natasha Romanoff, lmk how I did. Feedback is appreciated! And this is based on the song “Fall In Line” by Christina Aguilera feat. Demi Lovato(I get chills everytime I hear the song, its so fucking good). Btw, in the story the lyrics r a bit out of order, to fit with the story better, so don't get pissed at me😬
Little girls, listen closely
'Cause no one told me
But you deserve to know
That in this world, you are not beholden
The smell of wild flowers filled the air. Sunshine poured on your soft skin. Your long, beautiful hair was swaying in the light breeze. And your smile was contagious, so much so that your friend was grinning with you.
You and Natasha were sitting in a field, watching the white, fluffy clouds make shapes to be determined by your imagination. You were putting daisies and dandelions in each other's hair. You were both having such a fun time together. You and Natasha were laughing and smiling so much that you were leaning on each other for support, and comfort.
You and Natasha lived in an orphanage in Russia together. You met when you were about three years old, and now, the two of you now were about six. And you had become friends so quickly and had become so inseparable that you both would scream till the caretaker’s ears bled. And they were forced to keep you two together. The orphanage was so overcrowded that two little girls running out into a field was the least of their concerns. Besides, the two of you liked a little fun now and then.
As you were giggling and fooling around in the field, you never noticed two peculiar men sneaking up on you. They wore black pants, black boots and black shirts, so they looked like living shadows. And they had scary masks from a horror movie covering their faces. And they were both carrying heavy rifles in their hands, making them look all the more terrifying.
Their steps were muffled by the sounds of children laughing, the perfect opportunity to take you both away. They grabbed you and Natasha. You were both clinging onto the flowers in your hands, shaking and trembling with fear. The air wasn’t so happy and cheerful anymore and the sky turned a somber gray.
Natasha and you were screaming your hearts out, like your lives depended on it, and sadly, they did. You kicked and punched as hard as you could, but nothing you did was affecting the man holding you in his arms. Natasha was screaming your name, as if you could do something mindblowing to help one another, but it was useless. And soon the field of flowers and sunny skies became a distant, almost forgotten memory.
~~~
All the youth in the world will not save you from growing older
And all the truth in the girl is too precious to be stolen from her
It's just the way it is
Maybe it's never gonna change
Days turns into months. Months turned into years. You barely had a concept of time anymore. You barely realized that you had physically changed. You weren't a six year old orphan anymore. You were an adult, trained assassin, working for the most feared organization in the world: H.Y.D.R.A.
As was your friend, Natasha, but you haven’t talked to her since you were kids. The place had a rule for no prisoners to talk to one another. When you were in your first years of training you would smile at one another if you happened to pass one another in the dark and gloomy hallways. Now, you guys didn’t even bother to look up from the floors.
Unbeknownst to you, H.Y.D.R.A. was making you a killing machine. You never questioned what the guards did to you, since you knew it would come at a severe punishment. You learned a lot of things while training. You were now fluent in Russian. Since you were a girl when they first found you, you didn’t fully understand the language yet, but now, you knew every single word in the language. You were also fluent in English, Romanian, Spanish, Italian, Chinese, and Latin.
You learned basic and advanced hand to hand combat skills. And you were trained by the best in the business. The Soldat. The Winter Soldier. The man lost in time. He trained you in what the guards called “The Red Room.” The Soldier trained you in hand to hand combat, firearms, other weapons and other special necessities for missions. He did his job well, and he transformed you.
But Natasha became what they wanted her to be quicker than you. H.Y.D.R.A. dubbed her the first “Black Widow,” with you second. You and Natasha would spar against each other, but you barely recognized the fact that you used to be friends. That past, at least you thought, would never come back.
You did go on missions together, but only 5 times out of all the countless missions you went on. But most of your missions were solo, easier for you to concentrate on your target. And sometimes you were accompanied by the legendary Winter Soldier, only if H.Y.D.R.A. didn’t think you would be able to handle it on your own, or with Natasha. And you never failed a mission once, since you knew what would happen if you did.
You do not owe them
Your body and your soul
Two, three
Right, two, three
Shut your mouth
Stick your ass out for me (oh)
March, two, three
One, two, three
Who told you you're allowed to think? (yeah)
You were lying in your cot, staring at the oh so entertaining ceiling, memorising the cracks and ridges that only few would spot the details of. Your hair was splayed out on your pillow. You were wearing pajamas, although they really weren’t, you just called them that. They were gray, or maybe a camo-like green?, but you couldn’t really tell from the light hanging over your cell. Your cell was a gate, on all four sides, allowing for privacy whatsoever, and allowing the guards constant surveillance. As if the cameras watching your every move weren't enough. There were even signs on the outside of your cell that said “Cells are under constant video/audio surveillance,” making it feel as if there were millions of eyes on you.
You barely paid attention as you were taken out of your cell and into a training room. Two soldiers escorted you on the way there. You changed your clothes in your normal mission outfit. It was a leather leotard, with an ammo belt and a knife holster. You were also covered by a leather jacket, also holding tons of more weapons inside. And you had a gun holster on your thigh, giving you a sexy yet deadly appearance.
Your feet shuffled on the ground as you made your way to a special room. One you had never been in before. But your eyes were glued to the floor, even though you couldn’t see the door in front of you, you had memorised the floorplan of the building, so you always knew where you were. But now it is different.
Cameras were covering the room. There were cameras on stands, tables, walls. Everywhere. There was a white wall behind you, probably for you to stand in front of. You guessed they were going to have you film something. Maybe a weapons demonstration or a fighting video. The lights on the ceiling were so bright, that they made your eyes stay glued to the floor even more.
But before you could even comprehend what was going on, the soldiers standing on either side of you now turned you. Now, you were facing the soldier to the right while your back was facing the soldier on your left.
The soldier on your right had applied pressure to your gut, making you stick your ass out at the soldier behind you. Your arms were just lying there beside you, but the soldier behind you had now changed that. He grabbed your elbows, backing you arch your back even more. Your arms were in an “L” shape, the soldier holding them not loosening his grip on them. Then the soldier in front you made one final move. Since your head was looking at the floor still, he roughly grabbed your chin, making your eyes move from the ground to his spooky mask.
Then, in one swift motion, both of the guards had turned you back to the cameras. Your eyes looked down once more, before eyeing the camera right in front of you. Your eyes, clouded with numbness, looked blankly at the cameras in the room, watching your every move.
Then, the guard on your left gave you a gun. A loaded 22-Magnum. Then he pointed to the left side of the room, where there was a giant bullseye, waiting for you to put bullet holes in it. The guard on your left did that same thing, handing you another pistol and pointing to another target, this time on his side. Then they both moved out of the way for you to do your thing.
You made sure they were both out of the way before you started shooting your intended targets. A thought crossed your head, that you should just shoot the guards and make a run for it. But, many cons floated into your head at the same time. For starters, there were more guards in the building so you wouldn’t stand a chance alone. Two, you would most certainly need help, but with Natasha a prisoner as well, you would need to plan a way for you to get her and yourself out of there safely.
As soon as your thoughts evaporated out from your skull, you imagined the targets as the soldiers, wishing that you could just escape from this hellhole.
Your precision is unmatched. Only one person could rival you: Natasha. Only one person outmatched you: The Winter Soldier. But you were on top right now. You didn’t even have to look at the targets to get a perfect bullseye on both sides. Your anger was rising in you as you imagined taking down all of H.Y.D.R.A. Your determination was showing as you paid more attention to your aim, making sure you wouldn’t miss one shot. Cause you would mentally hurt yourself, saying you were trained for this and that you shouldn’t miss even one. But you would all be physically hurt, by H.Y.D.R.A.
Then you did a superb move, one that would make even the Soldat envy you. You tossed both guns behind your back, timing the throw so that you could catch both guns with ease, and you spun around in a circle, your left foot pivoting like a ballerina. (Fun fact: you also trained in ballet when you were younger. The people training you said that it would make you more limber, flexible, and a harder opponent.) You were being recorded, so you wanted to show H.Y.D.R.A. who exactly they were messing with. You caught the gun tossed by your right hand and it held it in your left and vice versa. You got down on your left knee and crossed your arms in front of you, pointing the weapons at the targets once more. You aimed and fired, and you could hear a pin drop after the sounds of gunfire and the smell of ammo subsided.
You looked to your left and right and were pleased with the results. You didn’t look for long though, you knew you were so good and you didn’t need proof. You blew the smoke coming out of the guns, trying to look like a badass, and it just got the guards agitated that you were wasting time. So they took the guns away from you before you did something, and carried you back to your cell. And you began hatching a plan in your head, one to save yourself and your friend.
~~~
Show some skin, make him want you
'Cause God forbid you
Know your own way home
And ask yourself why it matters
Who it flatters
You're more than flesh and bones
Natasha found herself in the same room as you. Hours later though. She was training against some pewny soldiers, so she was pretty bored and unimpressed the whole time. Her red hair was straightened, up to her shoulders, and split down the middle. She was wearing her signature black catsuit, the one that had tasers attached to the cuffs of her wrists and the one that made her look super curvy and sexy.
The guards did the same things they did to your body. But once they were finished, they didn’t give her guns or targets. They gave her dummies to fight against, to show off her hand-to-hand combat skills for the cameras.
Natasha liked to have fun, a lot more than you did. It was her idea to go out to that field all those years ago. And she still had fun while she was being trained to be an deadly assassin.
Her type of fun was to tease the soldiers. Not with words, no. With movements, physical gestures. Nothing too serious though. It was often biting her lip while trying to find the eyes underneath those masks. Or batting her eyelashes, sticking her hips out, whatever she wanted.
The guards put up with it, mostly because they liked when she did this and it was something that they could get used to. But they would never tell.
Today was a little different though. As she was preparing her tasers and grabbing a pocket knife from her holster, she made noises, explicit noises. When she was getting her knife, she made it seem as if it was stuck in its holster. So she moaned, quite loudly, just enough to get the guards attention but quiet enough so that the cameras didn’t pick it up. She also made one final move before giving the ok. She lowered the zipper, the one that exposed her breasts. She lowered it just enough to be eye catching, but not so revealing.
She got the satisfaction she was hoping for, much to her pleasure. She caught the guards tilt their heads just a bit, not to be noticed by a normal person. But when you work for H.Y.D.R.A., nothing ever goes by unnoticed, especially by Natasha.
She smirked as she delivered blow after blow to the punching bags, tasing them, kicking them, doing whatever she could to impress the people that would be watching her in the future. She grunted and groaned as she moved, getting some frustration out of her system. One punch sent the dummy flying across the room. That was definitely enough to leave a mark. So, once the guards saw that she stopped moving, they took her back to her cell, just like you. Natasha had all her fun for today, or so she thought.
~~~
It's just the way it is
Maybe it's never gonna change
But I got a mind to show my strength
And I got a right to speak my mind
Later that night, a plan had formed in your head. And now was the perfect time to strike.
You had gotten up to use the bathroom, accompanied by one guard, not two this time. He opened your cell gate for you and followed you inside. Normally guards let you walk into your cell by yourself. But as soon as he entered, you knew what he was doing, and now was the time to set your plan in motion.
He pushed your shoulders back, making you sit on your bed. You sat down on your cot, pretending to be oblivious to his intentions. He hovered over you for a couple of seconds, before slowly moving closer and closer to you.
You were in chains, chains that were handcuffs to your wrists and feet, attached by a long chain down the middle. Giving him the perfect opportunity to show you who is boss.
He started to lean closer to you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, but now it was your turn to be in control. You elbowed him on his side and then punched him in the stomach. He had his mask on, so you couldn't hit him in the face, to your disappointment. Then you stood up and kneed him in the groin. He fell to the ground, allowing you to straddle his hips. You did so and strangled him. With both of your hands. His body flinched for a couple more seconds and then he fell limp in your grip. You quickly made your way off of him and grabbed his key card, to help move around the building more carefully. By now, the guards watching the cameras saw you and sent more soldiers down to put you in your place.
But you headed to get your outfit, getting ready to fight the battle ahead. With one last cock of your 22-Magnum, to show it was loaded, you headed out, ready to save you and your friend.
~~~
It's just the way it is
Maybe it's never gonna change
But I got a mind to show my strength
And I got a right to speak my mind
And I'm gonna pay for this
They're gonna burn me at the stake
But I got a fire in my veins
I wasn't made to fall in line
I wasn't made to leave my fate
I'm never gonna fall in line, oh
Natasha had no clue what was going on. She was just going to the bathroom. In her catsuit, in chains identical to yours, accompanied by one guard. As she was walking down the hallway back to her cell, she heard footsteps behind her. Not from the guard, but they sounded like heels, silentos to be exact. “Y/N,” she thought. As she heard your steps get louder, she knew what was going to happen. She cracked her knuckles, letting you know she was ready.
You walked closer to Natasha, and it was show time. Natasha elbowed the guard in the stomach and he doubled over in pain. As he was clutching his stomach, you stole the taser he had in his pocket and used it on him. He fell to the ground and was knocked out cold.
As soon as you used the taser on him, you took the keys from the previous guard and used one of the keys to unlock Natasha from her cuffs.
You guys just had to walk a little bit further and then you were free. Free from this hellhole. Free from this life of torture and killing and suffering. Now the two of you could actually live.
All the guards H.Y.D.R.A. had in the building had gone up against you, so there was nobody left to fight. And it made it easier and faster to escape.
You found a ladder leading up to an entrance in the ceiling. A not so secret entrance. Natasha headed up the ladder first and you were close behind. But as she disappeared from the ladder, you gave one last look at the hallway. At the memories you had here. You were a completely different person than when you first came here. You were a child. Now, you are a young adult. Now you were free, not an assassin who wasn’t able to choose when to kill. Now you were free, with your best friend by your side.
But you had one thought, almost preventing you from being happy about your new life. The Soldat. He was still here, still being tortured, abused, being a living science experiment. You felt bad for him. You knew he was being made into a killing machine for decades now, and it pained you to think if that was you. You would probably give up fighting the Winter Soldier mentality and just kill yourself. To see him fight it for such a long amount of time was heroic for you. If you and Natasha could get out of here, you knew he would. And you hoped he would escape someday. He deserved it, the world and more.
Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard Natasha calling your name from the surface.
“Coming!” you said, following the ladder up to the ground above you.
You realized how surreal everything was about the world above. You and Natasha had resurfaced back to the place you were taken all those years ago. It was deja vu. The sky was the bright blue it had been on the day you left, the clouds were just as puffy and white, the trees were just as strong and tough, the flowers were just as colorful and vibrant.
You both felt like you walked into a dream, but it wasn’t a dream. It was a long forgotten memory.
But as you both realized you escaped, you both beamed at each other. You guys smiled for the first time in years. And it felt amazing. You grabbed each other in a tight embrace, one that was long overdue. And you just stayed like that for hours. You gave each other eskimo kisses here and there, but you just needed to feel each other after all those years for not being able to say a word to each other and not being able to hug one another. No words were said. All the words were being said in the longest hug you had ever given and received.
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