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#Countryhuman#ch cuba#ch venezuela#ch siria#ch yemen#doble d#ch#fanarts#fandow#venezuela#siria#cuba#yemen#suriya#🐓
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*ISRAEL REALTIME* - "Connecting the World to Israel in Realtime"
▪️GAZA.. "A huge convoy of IDF tanks is in East Rafah, be warned.” This was one of the reports that was widely circulated among Gazans on social media last night. Unknown if true, but panic among Gazans.
▪️US ASSASSINATES IRAQI HEZBOLLAH LEADER.. US drone strike on Iraqi Iranian supported Shia militia leader, who the US blames for attacks on a US base that killed US soldiers.
▪️IRAQI RESPONSE.. all the Iraqi Shia militias and Iraqi Shia politicians have declared REVENGE on the US. The politicians of Iraq are now declaring the US must leave or pay hard.
▪️LEBANON HEZBOLLAH ATTACKS.. Starting the morning with very-large Burkhan rockets and anti-tank missiles fired from Lebanon at Israel. IDF responds with artillery at Al D'Hira, Al Jabin, Tir Kharfa, Al Khayyam, the town of Kila and the area of Al Adisa.
▪️NORTH WAR PREP.. Hospitals in the north continue to prepare for war, and were asked to immediately look for suitable places to build an alternative helipad (helicopter landing site), in case the current/primary one is damaged. (N12 - Yoav Even)
▪️RED SEA SHIPPING - ATTACK.. reports of an attack in the Red Sea overnight.
▪️US/UK ATTACKS YEMEN.. Attacks by the American coalition overnight in the Houthi-controlled Hodeidah and Zada districts. Reports of another wave of attacks NOW.
▪️NOT INSPECTED AID.. Ch. 14 expose’: Some aid trucks are moving from Egypt to Gaza and back without inspection! Analysts speculate may be intention to allow Hamas leadership to flee.
▪️JUDEA-SAMARIA ATTACK.. A Palestinian gunman opened fire at troops near the West Bank town of Dayr Sharaf and was terminated. Two more Palestinians wounded in the same incident, possibly by the attackers gunfire. No IDF casualties, although one soldier took a bullet to the helmet.
IDF forces blew up the house of the terrorist Hassan Kafisha in Hebron who took part in the attack at the tunnel checkpoint last November.
▪️HAMAS LEADERS SON.. spotted at the AFC Asia Cup football (soccer) tournament in Doha, Qatar. He left Gaza on Sept. 18.
▪️RUSSIA PRESIDENT PUTIN SAYS.. told the leaders of the Jewish community in Russia that Moscow had achieved "specific results" in the diplomatic efforts to free the Israeli hostages held by Hamas. He further said Russia made use of its contacts with the political arm of Hamas.
▪️FINANCE MINISTER CANCELS TAX EXEMPT STATUS OF UNRWA.. "The State of Israel will not give tax benefits to terrorist supporters.”
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Israelis reach the top as the most operational F-35 pilots in the world
During the ongoing war, the Adir F-35 pilots emerged as the most operational at the global level, with one of them making history by intercepting a Yemeni cruise missile pointed at Eilat; 'I was thrilled', the pilot reflected on the historical defense with the advanced aircraft.
Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 03/18/2024 - 00:34in Aeronautical, Military Accidents
The pilots of the F-35 Adir fighters have been responsible for part of the attacks in Lebanon since the beginning of the war, taking advantage of the advanced stealth capabilities of the F-35 jets. About 700 kilometers to the south, between Eilat and the Red Sea, these aircraft serve as the last and constant line of defense against the threat of Yemen's Houthi cruise missiles, an action that has been recorded in the world history of stealth aircraft.
The 140º Squadron of the formidable F-35 targeted hundreds of objectives, including Hamas tunnels and hiding places in the Gaza Strip during the war. Two of the unit's latest fighter planes were also among the first to reach the Gaza border in response to the murderous incursion into the Western Negev on October 7.
Three weeks ago, the pilots of the Adir fighters were the first to attack the most distant target openly attacked by Israel's Defense Forces in Lebanon since the beginning of the war: Hezbollah's weapons depots near Baalbek, northeast of Beirut and about 100 kilometers from the Israeli-Lebanese border.
Last week, pilots of Israeli stealth jets completed their fourth attack in the same area as the Shiite terrorist army: two Hezbollah command centers next to weapons depots. Although the most advanced combat aircraft of the Israeli Air Force are usually reserved for strategic missions in the northern or eastern arenas, the military constantly employs them in the Gaza Strip, along with a permanent presence of combat aircraft in the skies of the region for immediate availability. to support the forces operating on the ground - in addition to the planned air attacks.
Adir's response capabilities for control, command and network allow pilots to accurately distinguish between different types of ammunition in the aircraft or other aircraft in the air, according to the type of "emerging" target at that time.
"Target planning for an attack can be performed from the ground, from the air, in a few minutes in an escape event, and this happens almost every day," explains a senior squad pilot. "The aircraft's special sensors create a comprehensive combat image, even for additional structures, even when we deal with a dense and less threatening combat sector for us as aircraft, such as the Gaza Strip. On the cabin screen, we see which bomb was selected - and launched. That's how we, with the Adirs, among other things, destroyed a multi-storey building in Gaza, which controlled the area and threatened our forces."
Adir aircraft also integrate rescue operations for victims in additional aerial dimensions to the fight against helicopters, to isolate the area with "flash" bombs. Thus, combat helicopters and even helicopters such as Black Hawk or Yas'ur (Sikorsky CH-53) can safely descend to a height of 30 feet for evacuation of victims, while air security against anti-aircraft missiles and armed terrorists is provided by the Adir aircraft at a height of 30,000 feet.
During the ground offensive in Gaza, the Squadron Commander, Lieutenant Colonel M., entered the Gaza Strip on foot to have a view at eye level of the attacks for which he and his commanders are responsible, far from the coast of the Strip, and also to speak to his comrades of brigades and battalions, whose pilots provide constant assistance.
In one of the scenes, Lieutenant colonel M. saw how the Israeli Air Force bombs fell only about 150 meters from the ground forces, as part of the close coordination between the forces.
However, the most significant strategic operation since the beginning of the war was carried out by the Adir pilots in the Red Sea area, facing the threat of the Houthis in Yemen. At any time, Adir aircraft ensure the southern entry of Israel - from the Gulf of Eilat and towards the south. A combined average of Houthi attacks may include the launch of about 20 missiles, unmanned aerial vehicles and long-range ballistic missiles, each coming at different speeds, altitudes and directions against Israel.
This divides the defense mission between the pilots and the air defense batteries, according to different layers: larger ground-to-ground missiles already launched from Yemen to Israel are shot down into the atmosphere by Arrow missiles, while others more difficult to detect and slower targets, such as drones, are controlled by the aircraft. A drone flies at a speed of 500 km/h, considered slower than missiles.
The F-35 can carry more payload compared to the F-16, and the military material is managed at the Nevatim Air Base. Sergeant Major Michael says: "From the beginning, we have a team of 40 people who always run to eight planes taking off and landing, immediately taking care to arm them with bombs, missiles and fuel."
The U.S.-led international coalition in the Red Sea provides detection and often interception of the main components of the attacks. What remains, usually a small number of air threats, is intercepted by Adir aircraft or air defense systems in the last segment before entering the Eilat area.
Adir aircraft operate in this area as a kind of air control unit - due to the more advanced capabilities of the F-35, they can detect even low-altitude and slow-flying targets that are considered difficult to detect.
At the beginning of the war, Israeli Air Force pilots intercepted a cruise missile, marking the first time in the history of F-35 poachers around the world. The operation was carried out entirely in Hebrew, although it involved U.S. Army forces. "I saw the cruise missile in broad daylight through the Adir camera, at a relatively low altitude," said Major R., pilot of the 140º Squadron, who made history as the first to intercept a cruise missile with an F-35 aircraft.
? A cruise missile launched from the southeast toward Israeli airspace was successfully intercepted by F-35i fighter jets.
"My partner in the cabin was the one who saw the target. I executed the airstrike with a missile that I launched against him. I was thrilled in the cabin after the success of the attack,” added Major R.
He also said: "We are evolving during combat. We have already updated our operational techniques and combat rotations, even against the possibility of cruise missile launches like these or simultaneous ballistic missile attacks. The cruise missile could easily have exploded in the Yoseftal Medical Center or a hotel where refugees from the South were housed. In these missions, I could find myself flying directly from the Eilat area to attack Gaza, then to the regions of Lebanon and Syria and, if necessary, to other areas within that long flight that lasted six and a half hours in Adir."
Source: Ynet News
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Aviation photographer and pilot since 1992, he has participated in several events and air operations, such as Cruzex, AirVenture, Dayton Airshow and FIDAE. He has works published in specialized aviation magazines in Brazil and abroad. He uses Canon equipment during his photographic work in the world of aviation.
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Top 10 ho chieu quyen luc nhat the gioi nam 2022
Theo thông lệ hằng năm, Công ty Henley & Partners công bố danh sách xếp hạng hộ chiếu quyền lực nhất thế giới năm 2022 dựa trên số lượng quốc gia miễn thị thực.
Công ty tư vấn cư trú và quốc tịch toàn cầu Henley & Partners có trụ sở tại London, Anh dựa theo số liệu thống kê đối với hộ chiếu và 227 quốc gia và vũng lãnh thổ trên toàn cầu, cập nhập mỗi quý một lần, đã đưa ra bảng xếp hạng hộ chiếu quyền lực và ít quyền lực nhất thế giới dựa trên số lượng quốc gia được miễn thị thực nhập cảnh.
Hộ chiếu là một giấy giờ quan trọng mà công dân nước nào cần phải có để nhập cảnh, xuất cảnh vào nước khác. Tùy thuộc vào hộ chiếu mà việc du lịch nước ngoài có thể đơn giản với nhiều người, nhưng lại phức tạp với những người khác. Công dân một số nước phải xin thị thực nhập cảnh trước khi khởi hành, và một số nước lại được miễn thị thực. Hộ chiếu của một số nước sẽ được miễn thị thực khi nhập cảnh vào quốc gia khác mà không cần phải xin trước tại Lãnh sự quán của nước đó. Người mang hộ chiếu này có thể nhận thị thực tại sân bay khi nhập cảnh, hoặc thị thực điện tử, hoặc dấu nhập cảnh, tùy theo quy định của quốc gia điểm đến.
Theo danh sách các hộ chiếu quyền lực nhất năm 2022, Hộ chiếu Nhật Bản và Singapore đã chiến thắng là hộ chiếu quyền lực nhất năm 2022, có thể được miễn thị thực ở 193 điểm đến. Trong khi Hàn Quốc giữ nguyên vị trí thứ 2 với quyển hộ chiếu được miễn thị thực ở 192 điểm đến. Xếp sau Nhật Bản, Singapore, Hàn Quốc là hộ chiếu Đức và Tây Ban Nha với 191 điểm đến miễn thị thực. Phần Lan, Italy, Luxembourg xếp hạng 4. Cùng đứng ở vị trí thứ 5 là Áo, Đan Mạch, Hà Lan, Thụy Điển. Phần lớn hộ chiếu quyền lực nhất thế giới trong top 20 thuộc về các quốc gia châu Âu và châu Á, chỉ có New Zealand và Mỹ là ngoại lệ. Công dân Mỹ được miễn thị thực đến 187 quốc gia, ngang bằng với Na Uy, New Zealand và Thụy Sĩ. Hộ chiếu Ukraine cũng gia tăng quyền lực trong thập kỷ qua, với 144 điểm đến không cần xin thị thực.
Sau đây là danh sách top 10 hộ chiếu quyền lực nhất thế giới năm 2022
1. Nhật Bản, Singapore (193 điểm đến)
2. Hàn Quốc (192 điểm đến)
3. Đức, Tây Ban Nha (191 điểm đến)
4. Phần Lan, Italy, Luxembourg (190 điểm đến)
5. Áo, Đan Mạch, Hà Lan, Thụy Điển (189 điểm đến)
6. Pháp, Ireland, Bồ Đào Nha, Vương quốc Anh (188 điểm đến)
7. Bỉ, CH Czech, New Zealand, Na Uy, Thụy Sĩ, Mỹ (187 điểm đến)
8. Australia, Canada, Hy Lạp, Malta (186 điểm đến)
9. Hungary, Ba Lan (185 điểm đến)
10. Lithuania, Slovakia (184 điểm đến)
Nói về hộ chiếu Việt Nam, Công dân Việt Nam có thể tới 55 điểm đến mà không cần xin thị thực (visa) hoặc chỉ cần thị thực điện tử (e-visa) hay thị thực tại cửa khẩu. Cuối năm 2022, Việt Nam đứng thứ 92.
Ngược lại, hộ chiếu kém quyền lực nhất thế giới đến từ các quốc gia có xung đột hay bất ổn về chính trị. Công dân Triều Tiên được miễn thị thực tại 40 điểm đến, xếp trên 8 quốc gia khác trong danh sách, bao gồm Nepal, Pakistan, Syria, Iraq...
192. Palestine (38 điểm đến)
193. Nepal (37 điểm đến)
194. Somalia (35 điểm đến)
195. Yemen (34 điểm đến)
196. Pakistan (32 điểm đến)
197. Syria (30 điểm đến)
198. Iraq (29 điểm đến)
199. Afghanistan (27 điểm đến)
Nhìn chung, sức mạnh của hộ chiếu gần như phản ánh tình hình chính trị của thế giới. Các cường quốc giàu có được tự do đi lại, trong khi người đến từ những nơi đang đối mặt với bất ổn gặp thường gặp rào cản khi muốn ra nước ngoài.
Trên đây là thông tin top 10 hộ chiếu quyền lực nhất thế giới nám 2022. Bạn quan tâm đến hộ chiếu, gặp rắc rối liên quan đến hộ chiếu có thể liên hệ ngay đến dịch vụ hỗ trợ làm hộ chiếu của DICHVUVISAGAP. Chúng tôi giúp khách hàng rỡ rối các vấn đề liên quan đến hộ chiếu: cấp mới, hư hỏng, cấp lại hộ chiếu mới,....
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What countries are having food riots?
In 2021, almost 70 percent of the total number of people in Crisis or worse (IPC/CH Phase 3 or above) or equivalent were found in ten food crisis countries/territories: the Democratic Republic of the Congo, Afghanistan, Ethiopia, Yemen, northern Nigeria, the Syrian Arab Republic, the Sudan, South Sudan, Pakistan, and ...May 4, 2022
Is there a food crisis in the world?
According to U.N. figures, the number of severely food-insecure people has doubled in the past two years, from 135 million pre-pandemic to 276 million today. Now, more than half a million people are experiencing famine conditions, according to the U.N., an increase of more than 500% since 2016.May 23, 2022
Is there a global food crisis 2022?
In view of the soaring input prices,concerns about the weather, and increased market uncertainties stemming from the war in Ukraine, FAO's latest forecasts point to a likely tightening of food markets in 2022.4 days ago
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Allies and enemies :v
I’m too lazy to color the second one
#ok ty#ch america#ch canada#ch britain#ch russia#countryhumans#ch uk#lmfao#ch sweden#ch north korea#ch france#ch ireland#ch italy#ch israel#ch norway#ch yemen#ch denmark#im not writing these all out lmao
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Stark Spangled Banner
Ch 10: You’re My Mission
Summary: The Asgardian Staff case is wrapped up but before Katie and Steve can be re-united, the Super Soldier has a mission of his own to complete. Their reunion doesn’t disappoint, and as she weighs up the events of the past few months, Katie reaches a conclusion about her future with SHIELD
Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark
Warnings: Smut (NSFW) over 18s only thanks. Bit of bad language….
A/N: Another lovely edit from @angrybirdcr of Katie in action.
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
Chapter 9
Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist
Tarim. Yemen. The hottest place Steve had ever been. Ever. And a place he had no desire to go back to. Ever.
As far as he was concerned, this whole mission had been a cluster fuck of epic proportions. The Mercs they had been sent in to deal with were slightly more ruthless than they had anticipated, taking a group of school kids from the square hostage. Evans and Rollins (in Katie’s absence) managed to contain most of them, taking them down with non-fatal injuries, as was the agreement with the Government, but one of them wasn’t going quietly and had snatched up a kid as he made a break for it.
The Yemeni Special Forces were on their way, and Steve knew that if they arrived permission to execute a kill shot would be given. But even that was dangerous, as the guy had the kid held in such a position, his back to a wall, her held across his chest, that the angle would have been impossible. Steve ordered the team to lower their weapons, and stepped forward, hoping to talk the man down. And then Rumlow had taken a shot, off-loading a bullet straight between the Merc’s eyes.
And Steve was mad, mad as a wasp.
“I gave you a direct order…” He stood, hands on his belt in the jet as he looked at Rumlow, the nerve in his jaw twitching.
“I made a call.” Rumlow shrugged “If I hadn’t they would have gotten away…”
“You put those civilians lives in danger.”
“That’s a little dramatic…”
“Yeah, come on Cap.” Rollins spoke.“The kid was fine, we got the weapons Government were ok…no harm done.”
Steve rounded on him, his blasé tone set his teeth on edge.
“That isn’t the point.” he blazed “I wouldn’t have asked Barton to take a shot like that. I wasn’t, and never will be, willing to risk anyone’s life like that, not to mention that of a child, for collateral damage, just to get what we need. It makes us no better than the people we’re trying to stop.”
“It worked didn’t it?” Rumlow shrugged
“Sheer luck.” Steve retorted.
“Well sometimes you just get lucky.” The STRIKE leader shrugged.
Steve sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He didn’t need this shit.
“Look Cap, with all due respect, I’ve been running this team for years. You don’t get to do our job without taking a bit of risk.” Rumlow looked at him. “Now I’m sorry if you feel I was challenging your authority…”
“It has nothing to do with my authority.” Steve blazed at him.
“Really? Because that’s what it looks like from my position.” Rumlow shook his head “I’m sorry you feel this way. But it isn’t as simple as that. Life isn’t split into good guys and bad guys, it ain’t black and white… more shades of grey.”
Steve didn’t reply, he simply stared at Rumlow, his eyes raging before he moved away to a seat for take-off next to Natasha.
“Let it go Rogers.” She drawled softly to him. “You’ve chewed him out…you want my advice, leave it there.”
Steve didn’t reply. He was pissed and didn’t trust himself to say anything. He hadn’t heard from Katie so far today, but he wasn’t expecting to as he’d fired her a message last night, or this morning (he had no idea what time-zone he was in anymore) to tell her he was off on an urgent mission.
It was pathetic, he knew, but being away from her was really setting him on edge. Not just because he found jerking off in the shower was far less satisfactory now than before he’d actually started sleeping with her, but more so he was missing the stupid things, like her draping her legs over his on the couch whilst she was reading, her singing when she was cooking, the way she laughed till she cried at Brooklyn Nine-Nine, even demanding he make her a grilled cheese at 02:50 am…
Steve watched with amusement as the girls walked out of the bar, a little shaky, Katie leaning on Natasha laughing at something. He’d dropped them both off earlier in the evening and said he would pick her up later, even though they said they would get a cab. He had insisted, he loved looking after her and that was what boyfriends did right? Picked their dames up. However, as they teetered over to Katie’s car, it looked like he was about to inherit a pair of drunken, giggling idiots to look after, and the thought made him smile with fondness.
“Hi baby!” Katie greeted him as she climbed into the seat. She leaned over to give him a peck on the cheek and he smiled.
“You had fun? You look like you have.”
“Fun is my middle name Rogers.” Nat winked and Katie sniggered in the seat next to him as he pulled the car off from the curb.
“Nat’s gonna stay at mine.” Katie turned to look at him, her cheeks tinged pink with the alcohol “Afterparty!”
“Don’t you think you’ve both had enough?” He teased and. Katie put her fingers to her lips and told him to shush whilst Nat leaned forward.
“Just because you can’t get drunk.” She narrowed her eyes at him.
“Whatever, your funeral Romanoff.” He smirked, eyes on the road.
“God he’s so sensible, how do you cope?” Nat looked at Katie. Through the corner of his eye he saw a wicked smile cross his girls face.
“He has hidden talents” She quipped, before the two women descended into fits of giggles.
Steve let out an exasperated noise through his nose, but secretly he didn’t mind. He loved that she’d had a good time, even if he had the sneaking suspicion he’d been the butt of a few jokes, probably even a few risqué girl chats too.
“Hey, yoooo wanted to come get us..” Katie picked up on the noise he had made and looked at him. “Can’t stand the heat stay the fuck out the…” she paused “erm…”
“Kitchen?” Steve supplied, looking at her, left hand on the wheel, amused grin on his face
“Yeah, that.” She pointed.
“Kitchen is very much your domain sweetheart”
“Not what I heard” Nat chipped in. “She says you make a mean grilled cheese….”
“Oh my god.” Katie said suddenly “can you make us one?”
“What, now?” he frowned.
“Well obviously not right now as this is a carrrr” She rolled her eyes, gesturing around her “But when we get home. I’m hungry.”
He looked at her “Doll, it’s almost three in the morning.”
“Pleeeeeeeeeeeeese Stevie.” She pouted, batting her eyelashes at him in a ridiculously over the top manner, which he couldn’t do anything but laugh at.
“Alright I’ll make you both a grilled cheese” He nodded, unable to stop the smile creeping across his face, even when he heard Natasha burp the word “bitchwhipped” from the back seat.
Emerging from his memories, Steve lay his head back against his seat, shooting a glance over at Rumlow. The man was still being deliberately obtuse about the fact he was going out with Katie and he knew full well that the disobeying of order was a direct ‘fuck you’ aimed at him. But, as he thought about it whilst they flew home, he knew Natasha was right. The more he kept going on about it, the more likely it was to cause a bigger rift. With that in mind, during the debrief with Fury, Steve remained calm and when the time came he nodded at the STRIKE leader, giving him the floor when needed, both sticking to the facts- the operation had worked (Steve didn’t go as far as to use the word success), they had managed to seize the weapons and capture the main cartel leader who was now in custody of the Yemeni Services.
“What I wanna know is why are there so many of these weapons turning up?” Evans asked. “The DODC ran an extensive clean-up operation.”
“They were littered all over the New York, spreading the entire Manhatten area.” Steve said, answering as he looked at the Texan. “The DODC did as much as it could as fast as it could but people were already out there taking bits for themselves before the Chitauri had even been stopped. Katie says they’re still tracking through any leads, sifting out those who took them for souvenirs and those who took them for less scrupulous reasons…it could take years.”
“It was always going to happen.” Natasha shrugged “Terrorists are always looking for the next big thing.”
“Which is why we will always be looking for them.” Fury drew the meeting to an end as he stood up. “Alright, written reports to me no later than forty-eight hours. Other than that, you can head home.”
“Sir” Steve nodded as everyone started to file out. Steve noticed Natasha was hanging back.
“You ok?” She asked.
“Tired, fed up…” he sighed.
“Missing your girl?”
“A little” He admitted, before deciding to ask Nat what was on his mind because he could trust her honesty “Am I being old fashioned here, you know, with not wanting people to die?”
“No.” Natasha shook her head after a pause and he could tell she was picking her words carefully “I just think sometimes…well, we have to accept that we have to take risks.”
“You think Rumlow was right?” He sighed.
“Not as such.” she shrugged, “But I understand why he did it. I don’t necessarily agree with his methods shall we say but…”
Steve ran his hands over his face and couldn’t help thinking to himself how much simpler it had been in the war. They shot at them, they shot back. He let out a deep breath.
“You still taking some time off?“ She looked at him.
Steve shrugged and then looked at his fit bit for a second, thinking to himself the stats would make interesting reading. It was 5 in the morning. He hadn’t slept now for almost twenty-two hours bar the quick nap he had gotten on the jet. At that point his phone sounded with a message from Katie. A photo taken of Galway Bay in Ireland. Smiling at the simple message “Wish you were here.” he looked back at Natasha and nodded.
“Yeah. I think I am.”
****
“Are you sure he’s okay to go out into the field?” Katie asked Coulson, one eye on Ward’s back. The man had just slammed a case shut, making everyone jump in the hanger and he was growing increasingly broody. Despite herself, she was feeling a pang of sympathy for him. She knew how hard it had been for him to open up about his past, and holding part of the staff had really shaken him. “He’s not exactly acting like himself.” she concluded.
“But he knows it. He’ll be fine.” Coulson replied as they walked to the SUVs. It was a short ride to the Monastary which was located just outside of Galway and Katie spent the time watching the scenery. She loved Ireland, she’d been a few times when at University in the UK. Her mind wandered to her soldier, who himself had Irish roots, his mother and father hailing from Limerick. Smiling, she pulled out her phone. She knew it would be late back in the US, it was barely touching ten am where the where and the time difference would make it the middle of the night. That is if he was back from the mission yet. Still, she took a photo of the coast road they were on skirting the edge of Galway Bay which in the November sun looked stunning, the light bouncing off the calm blue sea reminding her of those deep ocean pools she loved to look into. She sent it to Steve with a simple message ‘wish you were here’ and then shoved it back into her jacket pocket.
The monastery itself was a beautiful gothic building set into the side of a green hill. They all climbed out and checked their weapons, Coulson once more going over the plan of action before they headed to the large front door.
“Well, it’s been a while.” Elliot said quietly as they walked into the building, Katie taking a moment to appreciate the architecture, another thing Steve would love. “I wonder – ah, yes. There it is. Still here”.
He walked to the front of the room where a book lay set up on a stand.
“Well, the nose isn’t quite right, but…”
Katie and Coulson walked up behind him, followed by the rest of the group to see that he was looking at a drawing of a man wearing long robes and holding the staff.
“That’s you?” Katie asked, looking at him.
“Yeah, they venerated me a bit as a saint.”
“They’re idiots” Ward spat viciously. They all spun round to look at him, where he was stood a few feet behind them all. “Where’s the staff?”
“It’s upstairs.”
Elliot led the way, the team following up a set of spiralled staircase. Katie and Coulson were directly behind him, taking the lead with May and Ward shortly behind them as deputies.
“It’s quiet.” May said softly
“ Why do you think I trusted them with my secret?” Elliot shrugged, still walking on ahead. He Elliot stopped in front of some sort of cabinet and ran his hand down the side before he reached for the handle. “They take a vow of silence.”
“But when you get them talking, they squeal.” A low male voice said, it’s owner appearing from behind one of the walls to the left of the cabinet, holding two pieces of the staff, one in each hand. It was the man whose mugshot Katie had seen on the tablet earlier that day, Jakob. Suddenly he held one piece up high and stabbed Elliot in the chest with it, he fell to the floor.
He turned and advanced on the rest of them, and Katie reached for her gun, readying herself. To her left she felt someone bend down to Elliot, presumably to try and treat him.
“No one else wants to get hurt.” Coulson spoke to Jakob, his gun raised. Jakob cocked his head to one side, looking at it before he stared back at Coulson.
“If you want to defeat a God, you must become one”
Suddenly there was a loud yell and a scream. Katie spun round to see Ward had bent to Elliot, only it wasn’t to treat him, it was to retrieve the piece of the staff stuck in the Asgardian man’s chest. He held it in his hand and then suddenly threw himself at Jakob, knocking Katie and May out of the way as he went. The two men fell over the banister railing to the floor below.
Katie scrambled to her feet and looked down to see Jakob recovering from the fall first. She aimed with her gun but couldn’t get a clear shot in, as he picked Ward up like he weighed nothing and slammed him back down to the ground.
“We need to help him!” Skye said, looking at Ward before she ran off.
“Skye!” Coulson called, he was now bent over Elliot and speaking furiously into his coms for Jemma Simmons to come help. “She can’t fight, she’s not trained…”
May nodded, “We’ll get her. Stark, with me.”
Katie nodded and ran after May, the pair of them practically jumping down the stair. Ward was now on his feet and as Jakob lunged at him, he flung himself to the right out of the way.
“Skye.” May instructed as they caught up with the dark hared girl who was watching Ward now ducking and diving the swipes from Jakob “Stay outta this…”
Both Katie and May stepped forward, but as they did so, Ward paused what he was doing and bent to grasp the part of the staff that was on the floor next to him. His face contorted in rage and when Jakob came at him again, Ward punched him hard in the face, enough to cause him to fly back against the wall where he slumped to the ground before Ward rammed him straight in the chest with the staff in a fit of rage like nothing anyone could comprehend. Ward’s chest was heaving and he spun round to see the other three agents watching him cautiously. His eyes were blazing with a fire Katie had never seen before.
“Ward.” May approached, tentatively stopping when Ward held his hand up.
“Get away from me.” His face was contorted in rage.
“Grant.” Katie tried gently, stepping forward so she was level with May. “They’re right, that thing, this isn’t you.”
Something clearly registered in his brain and his face softened slightly but then suddenly the door was kicked open and they whirled round to see the rest of Jakob’s group enter the monastery. The three agents regrouped and Katie took her fighting stance, weighing up their opponents. It had been a while since she had been in a full force hand to hand combat, but she was pleased to find that her training with Natasha and Steve had kept her prepared. She dodged, ducked, punched, kicked, flipped up and over people, taking them down with her using her legs as the room filled with rowdy men and women, all yelling. May was working through them almost 2 at a time and Ward, now holding two of the staff pieces from somewhere, was easily fighting off a group of them, the power he was gaining from the staff clearly visible.
Katie grabbed one man in a choke hold just as he was trying to get up, and as he stopped struggling she threw him to the ground, and looked round at the now quiet room. May nodded at her, taking a deep breath and Katie turned to see Ward who was shaking drop both pieces of the staff he was holding and collapse to his knees. Skye hurried over and knelt in front of him.
“Are you alright?” May looked round Katie. She nodded looking giving her a small grin, reaching up to tenderly brush at her cheekbone. One of them had landed a good shot.
“Been a long time since I had a full on fight like that, not using my guns.” she said, and May’s mouth curled up at one side before she made her way over to help Skye get Ward to his feet. Just as Katie was about to join them, the door opened again. She spun round to see another face she recognised from the photos, Jakob’s girlfriend, Petra stood there, the third piece of Staff in her hand.
“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me” Skye said from behind Katie.
Katie looked around glanced at May who also turned her attention to Petra as she was now circling the room. Which a quick flick of her gun, Katie aimed a shot at her, but she simply whipped the piece of staff out in front of her and it tinged the bullet off to one side.
“We’re no match for her whilst she has that” May said and instinctively Katie glanced down at the two pieces of staff on the floor near them. Grant wearily sighed and went to pick it up but Katie dropped down on one knee and grabbed his wrist, stopping him.
“You’re not in any state to do that.” she said not unkindly as she looked at him, “Let me help.”
“Kay…” he started to argue, the use of his nickname for her registered but now wasn’t the time to chastise him, nor did she really find she cared enough to do so. It was then that May cut in.
“She’s right. We can’t beat them unless we’re on a level playing field.” She shot him a look and he nodded.
“Okay.”
Skye helped Ward away as May and Katie watched Petra as two men from the group they had taken down earlier got to their feet. Petra looked round the room and let out an audible gasp as she saw Jakob’s body for the first time. Katie slowly and apprehensively reached out for a piece of the staff, hesitating for a moment as she had no idea what was going to happen when she did pick it up. May looked at her nodding and then the pair of them reached out, each gripping a piece. Katie gasped as a warm sensation flooded up through her arm and then her head was like it was somewhere else. Which it was, she was back in what, according to Professor Randall, should be the worst moment of her life, only it wasn’t the moment she had initially thought of when he’d told them that…
Rhodey was on the doorstep of her Chelsea apartment at three am local time. She knew instantly that something was wrong. Without a word he entered, and told her that Tony’s ARV had been attacked and they had no idea where he was. She almost collapsed and he helped her over to the sofa where she sat still, tears falling as she listened. The room fell silent, and with a shaking hand she reached for the remote and turned the TV on to the News Channel, to see her Brother’s face plastered all over the screen.
“I’m sorry Kiddo…” Rhodey’s voice was choked and she turned to look at him “I should have been with him but he insisted on riding in the other ARV, the FunVee…” he shook his head, snorting angrily.
“Who’s taken him?” She asked, swallowing.
“We’re think it was an Ambush by the Ten Rings.” Rhodey swallowed. “We’ve not had a ransom note yet but we expect it’s a matter of time. We’ll find him.”
“It’s finding him alive that’s the issue, Rhodey” She wiped away the tears from her face, the sick feeling in her stomach threatening to overwhelm her and it felt like someone had a band over her chest that they were constricting, hard…and then it was to much, and she bolted to the bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet…
Gasping Katie took a deep breath and looked up sharply as one of the men flew at her. Letting out a yell of rage, pent up anger and hurt she launched forward as Petra did the same. Their pieces of staff blew against one another and soon they were battling, fiercely. Katie was fighting to kill, and she instantly understand what had made Ward run Jakob through with the staff.
It felt good.
She could hear and see in the corner of her eye that May was also tackling a few more members of the group, easily keeping them at bay but Katie was focussed on one thing, the woman in front of her. She was good, matching Katie blow for blow but eventually Katie’s tenacity and training started to win out and she began to get the edge. She swung forward with a huge swipe and knocked Petra to the ground causing the woman to drop her part of the staff. Automatically it joined with the piece Katie was holding in her right hand, glowing orange again.
“It’s been a month, Katie…” Obediah said “A month…I hate to say this but the chances of him coming back…”
“I don’t wanna hear it, Obi!” Katie wheeled round “Tony is alive, and until someone shows me any kind of evidence to the contrary…then things stay as they are, I don’t give a shit what the board say.”
She watched him out of the room before she dropped her head to the desk and began to cry. She didn’t stop, even when Pepper walked into the room and dropped an arm round her shoulder, the pair of them lost…
A crash caught Katie’s attention and she saw May had dispatched the remaining fighters. She glanced up, and saw what Katie was doing and instinctively threw her piece of staff over to her. Katie grabbed it, joining it with the other combined pieces completing the staff.
Katie gave a yell as once more that warm feeling spread up her arm to her chest and her memories swallowed her.
“Your government has for far too long sold weapons, manufactured by Mr Tony Stark, to our oppressors, to our enemies. This is blood in exchange for blood, death in exchange for death, meet our demands or within 48 hours the great Tony Stark is no more…”
The room came back into a bleary focus, just as Petra staggered to her feet, swaying slightly.
“I am not afraid of you.” She spoke, her accent thick.
“You should be…” Katie snarled, as she advanced towards her. Quick as a flash she let out a loud cry and struck Petra with the staff, hard in the face. She fell backwards to the floor, deadly still.
And then a different voice spoke in Katie’s mind a clear voice. Her own voice.
“He escaped, though. And he was fine, well as fine as Tony ever is. So there’s really no need to fear this memory because that’s all it is, a memory. It all worked out in the end…”
Katie dropped the staff and fell to her knees, her entire body shaking with the exertion of wielding the Asgardian weapon. Her head was pounding with those memories, the voices, everything. Her hands flew into her hair as she bent over, trying to focus on anything but her thoughts.
“Hey…” Two hands were on either side of her face, and Katie looked up into May’s eyes. “Focus on me, Stark.” Katie took a deep breath as May’s hands slid gently down to the side of her shoulders. “Can you stand?” She asked. Katie nodded and then looked over at Petra.
“Is she…” She managed to croak out. Had she killed someone? In blind rage?
“Don’t worry about her” May shook her head, “I’ll take care of it.”
Katie got to her feet with May’s help, glancing over at Ward and Skye. Ward gave her a small nod of his head, which she acknowledged with a small incline of her own as May helped her out of the smaller Vestibule room they’d been fighting in and through to the entrance hall of the Monastery, the sun streaming through the stained glass windows.
“That thing…” Katie took a deep breath “Ward wasn’t wrong…it…”
“Tell me about it.” May’s voice was quiet, and Katie realised the normally stoic woman was shaking, although not quite as violently as her. The two of them settled on a large slab of stone. They were shortly joined by Ward as he sat besides them, the three of them didn’t talk for a while, merely lost in their own thoughts, Katie wanting nothing more than to get home to see Steve.
“When you held it…” Ward said eventually, breaking the silence. “Did you see anything?”
May nodded, and so did Katie.
“Then how, Kay? How did you hold all three?” Ward looked at her
She paused, thinking about it for a moment.
No need to fear this memory
“Because it’s a memory that I don’t need to be afraid of.” she shrugged eventually. “And I see the reason why every time I look at Tony.”
*****
Steve packed a bag. There was, sadly, one last mission standing between him and his girl. And he no idea how long this particular mission was going to take. It was completely rogue, way off SHIELD’s official radar anyway, only Fury and Natasha knew what he was doing.
Oh, and Tony. He’d enlisted the Billionaire’s help because had a somewhat personal interest in this case. So much so he’d leant him the Stark Jet, because he couldn’t use the Quinjet, and the fact that like everything Tony owned, his jet was faster and better than anything else, it had shaved a good 2 hours off what the journey would have taken had he flown full commercial, not to mention saved him a load of messing about in the meantime with bookings and check ins.
The jet was comfortable, he had flown on it a few times with Katie before back to NYC when they didn’t drive that was. As soon as he was airborne he face timed Katie using the connection on the plane and had hissed at the bruise on her cheek. She had batted off his concern and instead went on a rant about how cheap Fury was. He had to laugh at her indignant tone, apparently they had arrived at a Premier Inn a few hours ago and she had refused point blank to get out of the SUV and after a battle of wills with Coulson had upgraded the entire team to the Sheraton just outside of Galway within ten minutes. Apparently overnighters weren’t standard for the team she was working in as they had the Bus but Coulson had decided they all needed some down time after what sounded like a gruelling mission.
“And what better way to do that in a 5 star hotel with a spa, right?”
They talked for the longest time they had in the three, almost four days she had been gone and Steve loved it. She didn’t go into much detail about the mission itself, bar to say it had ended in a pretty ruthless fight and that she was mentally and physically exhausted, promising to tell him all about it when she saw him. He told her in no uncertain terms that they were both going to take some time out, Fury had cleared it and her face had lit up, but then fallen when he sadly told her he had one last mission to sort. After assuring her it wouldn’t take long, and it really wouldn’t, she had smiled and told him she couldn’t wait to see him.
“Me either Doll, me either.”
He took the opportunity to get some sleep, and was awoken by one of the stewardesses a few hours later who informed him they were an hour out. Thanking her he headed off to change out of his comfy sweats and into his specially selected outfit, one that would make him blend in a lot more than the stealth suit. Once he had arrived, cleared customs at the private airfield they had landed at, he climbed straight into the arranged official looking blacked out SUV and the driver set off, not a word spoken. The driver already knew their destination, Fury had already patched that information through before he had taken off.
It was easy to blag his way in to the building he needed to be in. Dressed in a black suit, all he had to do was quickly flash his SHIELD ID badge and the woman at the desk was only too happy to provide him the information about where he could find his target, and access to the required area. He didn’t take the elevator, it was too easy to be spotted. Instead he snuck round and found the service stairs and bolted up them two at a time to the seventh floor, his kit bag containing his shield slung over his shoulder.
****
After they had checked in to the decent hotel, not that Premier Inn (which she was sure was clean and perfectly comfortable, but she wanted fucking luxury after three nights of being in that pokey room) and she’d spoken to Steve for at least an hour, Katie showered, changed and headed off out to explore the area with Skye. The two had chatted, Katie really did like the girl, and they’d done a bit of shopping, had a late lunch, before they had headed back to the hotel and made use of the Spa. Then, she’d sat and eaten with the team, before bidding them all goodnight and retiring to her room with a bottle of Krug (because, why not?) and a long assed hot bath.
She tried to face time Steve again, but this time he didn’t answer. Probably elbow deep in whatever mission he was on this time, he’d been very vague about this one, saying it was hush hush but he would explain all in person, including what had gone down in Yemen which sounded like an utter shit-storm.
Changing for bed, Katie dropped onto the comfortable couch of the suite (ok, so she’d upgraded herself a teensy bit more than everyone else), poured herself another glass of Krug, slightly disgruntled to see the bottle was empty. So she rang down for another, fuck it.
Just as she had put the phone down, her cell called.
“Hey baby.” Steve spoke and Katie could hear the smile in his voice. “Sorry, the phone won’t let me face time for some reason.”
“Well that’s a shame because I’m naked.”
Steve groaned and Katie felt herself grin. “Don’t do that to me.”
“Sorry.” She giggled “I’m not really, just wish you were here.”
“I know.” He sighed “Me too”
“I’m taking it that seeing as you can talk your super-secret spy shit mission is done.”
“It was surprisingly easy” He mused, “Target didn’t suspect a thing and thanks to a very helpful lady I met, I got in with no fuss.”
“Helpful lady?” Katie narrowed her eyes. “How helpful?”
Steve let out a chuckle “All I had to do was flash my ID and smile”
“Coz you’re a regular charmer, aint you?” Katie laughed, and then there was a knock on the door. “Oh hang on… room service.”
She got up off the couch, made her way to the door, phone still in her hand and she pulled it open.
“Hey Doll.” Steve grinned at her and her mouth dropped open, the phone slipping out of her hand to the floor. “Surprise.”
She was a sight for sore eyes. Silk cami top and shorts, her hair falling in damp waves around her face. God he’d missed her.
“What…you…” She stammered, taking him in, the black fitted suit and tie he was wearing looked far better than it would have on anyone else and he laughed at the look of utter shock on her face “The mission, I thought…”
“You’re my mission, Sweetheart” He grinned, stepping into the room, dropping his kit bag, picking his phone up as he did so. And, no sooner had he straightened up, Katie gave a little shriek and threw herself into his arms.
“I can’t believe it.” She whispered, her hands straying to his face “You are here right? This isn’t just some weird trick my mind is playing?”
“I’m here, promise.” He placed a soft kiss to her lips. There was a clearing of a throat and Katie peeked over Steve’s shoulder to see a rather embarrassed looking hotel worker clutching the bottle of Krug she had ordered along with a fresh glass and an ice bucket. She tapped Steve’s arms and he reluctantly set her down so she could sign the receipt with a flourish. Steve smiled at the man, taking the ice bucket before closing the door. He followed Katie into the large hotel suite, and dropped the ice bucket and her phone onto the coffee table before sinking onto the couch and Katie climbed onto his lap, winding his tie around her hand.
“For the record,” she murmured as she looked him up and down, “this is a good look.”
“Glad you approve, Darlin’” He grinned as she tugged on his tie, pulling him closer to her, and she pressed her lips to his in a deep kiss.
He responded eagerly, hands creeping into her hair to hold her head in place as his tongue slid against hers, his hips rocking up before his lips dropped to her collarbone
“I missed you.” He purred as she let out a small groan, her hand sliding into his hair.
“I missed you too” She muttered, his hands gently fell to her hips, giving them a squeeze. “Take me to bed.”
Steve didn’t need asking twice. Standing easily, drawing a giggle from her as she wrapped her legs around his waist, he paused and looked around.
“Trust you to get a suite that’s bigger then my apartment.”
“I have very high standards.” She shot back. “Door to the right.”
He gave a quick laugh and strode over to the door, pulling it open and stepping into the plush bedroom which was softly illuminated by the bedside lamp. Dropping her onto the huge bed he crawled over her as she once more grabbed his tie and pulled him down.
“You really do like this huh?” He arched his eyebrow, ooking down at her as she gently slipped his jacket down his shoulders and he shrugged it off, tossing it to the floor.
“What can I say, I’m a sucker for a suit. Although I still think the Stealth one is better.”
“Maybe I should bring that home one night.” He muttered as his lips slid against her neck and she groaned.
“Please do. Your ass looks great in it.” She moved, pushing on his shoulders. Steve sat back on his heels and she locked her eyes on his, undoing his tie gently, a move she managed to make incredibly arousing and Steve let out a groan and he kissed her.
“Fuck, I missed you.” He whispered into her mouth
“Save it, you’re wearing too many clothes.” She replied, undoing the button on his collar and then her soft fingers made their way down his chest, her eyes following as it fell open. He shrugged it down before he fell back down on top of her and moved to pull her vest top over her head. As he tossed it aside somewhere he let out a gentle moan at the sight of her in front of him, and he wrapped his arm around her back and tugged her up slightly as his head bent to take a nipple into his mouth. He used both his hands and his mouth in a nearly coordinated attack that left her all but dying, and completely desperate for his touch elsewhere. He could read her body signals like a book and happy to oblige, one of his hands slid down, dipping into her bed shorts, finding him hot and wet for him. He groaned into her chest his fingers playing with her.
“Baby you’re soaked.”
She managed to moan in response, and then it was a race for the pair of them to get out of their remaining clothes as fast as they could. Once there was no barrier between them he kissed her hard, Katie shifting so that her legs went around his waist, pulling him flush against her, wanting to touch every inch of him possible. Steve repositioned himself slightly, gently working into her, the pair of them letting out a satisfied sigh as he bottomed out, stilling slightly just to savour the moment.
“Stevie…” Katie whispered into his ears “Please…”
At her plea, he began to thrust, slowly, deeply, running his hand down Katie’s leg until his hand stopped at her knee. Katie looked at him as he seemed to hesitate for a split second before he directed her leg up, casually resting it over his shoulder so that he could go even deeper. She moaned loudly, he’d never done that before and it felt so unbelievably good, like nothing ever had before. Her fingers dug into his arm as he starting pushing a little harder, a little faster, then faster, until he had reached a relentless pace. Katie could do nothing but reach up, bracing herself on the headboard of the large bed as he continued, making her curse and leaving her short of breath, eyes closed in utter pleasure.
He slowed for a moment, making her look at him, letting out a noise of protest. “Don’t stop.” she begged, “Fuck, Stevie…”
He grinned, and it was a wicked grin, coupled with the mischievous flash in his eyes and it made her gulp slightly. She’d never seen him like this before, it was as if something had snapped and he was finally letting himself go fully, realising that after almost six months of sleeping together he didn’t have to be a gentleman all the time as she wasn’t going to break. As she stared into those baby blues, his pupils blown with desire he slowly pushed himself up so he could put her other leg over his other shoulder.
“Oh, holy fuck-” Her voice cut off and turned into a loud wail as he picked up the pace once again, pounding into her over and over and it wasn’t long before his name and another plethora of curses tumbled from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her like nothing she’d felt before. Her back arched, fingers dug into his back as he coaxed her through it before dropping her legs from his shoulders, laying atop her and chasing after his own end furiously. Katie held him close as she came down, gently encouraging him into his ear, his rhythm eventually stuttering and changing as he came with a frantic gasp of her name.
The pair of them were slick with sweat and absolutely spent as they laid still, no sounds coming bar the ragged gasps for air from them both. Steve buried his head in the crook of his girl’s neck and she ran her fingers through his hair, his forehead still clammy and he let out a loud hmmm of contentment.
A moment or so later, Katie broke the silence.
“Baby.” She said softly, a playful thought rising in her mind. His response was simply another hmmm because he was still utterly blissed out. This caused Katie to smile a little as she spoke again. “Did Cap just come out to play?”
She felt him grin into her neck, “I think he may have done, yeah.”
“Well you can tell him from me that was amazing?”
“I’ll be sure to let him know…” Steve mumbled, still not moving.
“In fact, I’d go so far as to say that’s probably the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Just probably?” Steve lazily raised his head to look at her and she made a show of looking upwards as if she was thinking about it.
“Ok definitely” She grinned, kissing him gently.
*****
Katie bid goodbye to Coulson’s team the next morning, Steve remained in the hotel room as he’d been under instructions from Fury not to speak to Coulson or draw attention to him in any way. Then they’d taken 3 glorious days break in Ireland, hiring a car and driving to Limerick.
As they drove, Katie told him all about the mission, what the staff had made her see, and how it had surprised her slightly what her worst memory was.
“I always thought it would be the time Tony told me mom and dad were dead” she said, softly a Steve cruised their hired Audi Q3 down the motorway. “Guess I fear losing Tony more.”
“It kinda makes sense.” Steve said, his hand straying to her knee “you were very young when the crash happened. Tony’s been your dad for, what, 22 years now? Far longer than Howard was I suppose.”
“Yeah.” she said gently, looking out of the window “I mean, I don’t remember a lot about my parents to be fair. I have memories, but sometimes I wonder how many of them are mine and how many of them are what people told me.”
Reminiscing seemed to be the theme of their brief trip away. They spent a day visiting the places Steve’s Ma had told him all about, then the next day, after a lazy morning they drove up to Dublin where they had both drunk a fair amount of Guinness after Katie dragged Steve to Temple Bar, showing him the places she had spent a fair few weekends in on trips over from the UK. They forgot all about SHIELD, all about Fury, all about missions. They were just a normal couple enjoying a break, and Steve had frankly never had as much fun in his life.
It was on their last night, just after they were curled up in post coital bliss after their 3rd round that evening when Steve mentioned about how it was back to reality the day after that Katie propped herself up on her elbow and looked at him, biting her lip.
“What if I don’t want to?” She asked quietly.
“Don’t want to what, Honey?” Steve asked, kissing her head.
“Go back. To SHIELD I mean.”
Steve’s hand paused its journey up and down her spine as he turned his head to look at her, frowning. “You want to leave?”
“I’ve been thinking about it a lot over the last 3 days.” she said, her fingers gently tracing over the dark blonde hair on his chest. “I can’t do it anymore Steve, I’m tired.”
“What’s brought this on?” he asked, turning so he was on his side facing her, pushing her hair back off her face.
“I can’t pin point one thing.” she said, looking down. “But…”
Steve paused, waiting for her to continue, and after a deep breath she did, her words coming almost as a jumble as she poured her heart out to him in the darkness of their hotel room.
“If I’m honest I’ve been thinking about it since we found out that they hadn’t been destroying the Chitauri weapons. Look what happened when Fury started fucking about with the Tesseract… I mean how do we know they’re not making more weapons just like they were before New York?”
Steve remained silent, that had been bubbling away in his mind too. He wasn’t best pleased about the situation but knew that Katie, who had headed up the DODC clean- up had taken it personally. She’d flipped out when Tony had told her what his latest hack into SHIELD had discovered and Steve had had to stop her marching into Fury’s office and calling him a liar there and then. He understood completely, she felt betrayed after having being told she was heading up a clean-up operation when in actual fact it turns out to be a goddamed technology harvesting operation.
“You now when Coulson died, I blamed myself. I made a decision to try to free Thor not help Coulson and I know I’d probably do it all over again because it was the right call, but the point is I blamed myself, for the past what, 18 months or so and Fury…he let me do that, he let me think he was dead…”
She was getting worked up, Steve could hear it and sense it, even if he couldn’t see her properly.
“Hey…” he said, his hand gently moving to her arm, rubbing softly as she continued her ramblings.
“And then there I get to The Bus and there’s more secrets there, not being told Ward was on the team, which to be fair wasn’t as bad as I thought but still, it’s more lies…”
She was crying now and Steve sighed, wrapping his arms round her and pulling her to him. She pressed her face into his chest “This isn’t me Steve, it’s not who I am.”
He held her close, hand wandering up into her hair as he chewed over what she was saying. From a selfish point of view the thought of her leaving SHIELD worried him. She’d been his linchpin, his rock at the agency, and he relied on her more than she would know. He loved working with her, seeing every day and he was scared if that changed, so would their relationship. But there was a small part of him that also worried when she was on missions, and there was no doubt if she did quit she’d be a hell of a lot safer. And not all couples worked together, right?
He pulled back slightly, his large hand cupping her cheek “Hey, you know I got your 6 right? I’ll support you no matter what you decide.”
“I know.” She sniffed softly. I just feel like if I do quit, then I’m taking the easy way out, you know, I mean SHIELD is dad’s legacy.”
“Maybe once.” Steve popped his shoulder. “Times have moved on, SHIELD has changed. I doubt your dad, Peggy or Colonel Phillips would have ever imagined in a million years how it would evolve.”
“You’re telling me times have changed?” She quipped and he chuckled.
“Guess I am, but I learned pretty fast when I got that serum that you can’t live your life being who people want you to be or think you should be. You need to be true to yourself”
She nodded and stifled a yawn.
“Sleep on it.” He urged, his thumb stroking her cheek. “And then if it’s still what you want tomorrow, ’ll even write your resignation letter.”
“I got it planned” She yawned. “Dear Fury. Fuck you. Love Nova.”
Steve laughed and pulled her to him, kissing her head. “Maybe drop the Love Nova.”
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“You sure you wanna do this?” Steve asked as they stopped outside Fury’s office. Katie nodded, taking a deep breath.
“Okay, I’ll be right here.” He said, both his hands on her face. She gave him a smile and then turned and opened the door.
“Agent Stark.” Fury swivelled in his chair “Take a seat.”
“It’s okay Sir, this won’t take long.” She declined his offer, taking a deep breath.
“Do I need to borrow Captain Rogers SHIELD?” He looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “I’m assuming this is the bit where you’ve come to tell me exactly how pissed at me you are.”
“I’m not pissed” She shook her head, “I was, but not now. I’m just disappointed.”
He eyed her, and gestured for her to continue.
“I expected better from you Sir. You lied to me. You let me believe Coulson was dead. You know I blamed myself for that for months, and then if that wasn’t bad enough you sent me to a team containing my ex boyfriend…and don’t even get me started on the fact you’re secretly hiding Chitauri technology instead of destroying it.”
At that Fury’s face slipped and his face grew dark. “How do you…”
She arched an eyebrow and Fury gave a groan.
“Son of a…your brother is a liability.”
“Maybe, but at least he isn’t a liar.” She shot back. “And neither am I. I pride myself on being honest, doing the best I can and I don’t like being used or manipulated.”
“Agent Stark…”
“I can’t do it anymore.” She hook her head. “I’m tired of it all, the lies, the secrecy. This isn’t…it isn’t me.” she finished, shrugging.
“So what are you saying Nova?”
“That you can consider this my formal resignation.” She looked at him, eyes not moving from his and for a moment she was sure she saw a flicker of something that looked like regret flash across the Director’s face. But it disappeared as fast as it had arrived and she took a deep breath, squaring her shoulders back. “I will, of course, work any formal notice period.”
“I don’t suppose there’s any point in me trying to change your mind?”
“No, don’t suppose there is.” She shook her head.
“In that case, there’s no notice period necessary.” Fury spoke calmly, his posture returning to normal. He took a deep breath and strode round his desk, holding out his hand. “I’m sorry it’s come to this. You’re one of the best agents I’ve had. Coulson said you worked wonders on the Staff case.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She swalloed, fighting to keep her voice from cracking. “This hasn’t been an easy decision. For the most part, it’s been an honour to serve.”
She gently reached into her pocket, pulling out her official ID and ran her fingers over the silver badge before she handed it to him. Fury took it from her, and with one last smile she took a deep breath and turned, to leave, the tears brewing in her eyes.
This had to be one of the hardest decisions she’d ever made in her life but she wasn’t backing down. She’d talked it over with Steve extensively over the last two days and Tony too for that matter, her brother telling her that he, and their father would be proud of her no matter what. Undeniably her role at SHIELD had given her everything. A purpose, a new outlook on life, Steve. But now it was time to channel that energy in a new way.
“I would like you to remain on our books, in an advisory role.” Fury’s voice stopped her in her tracks and she grinned to herself, suddenly transported back to when he had said the same thing to Tony a few years ago.
She turned back and winked. “You can’t afford me.”
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Chapter 11
**Original Posting**
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Unforeseen dangers ch. 7
Summary: As Peter recovers from his capture by Ross, a photo of him with Tony and the Avengers leaks and is splashed all across the media. Luckily, no one can figure out who he is and everyone thinks the buzz will die down. However, the public’s interest has been ignited. While Tony worries it’s only a matter of time before Peter’s identity is exposed, Peter isn’t as concerned. Besides, what’s the worst that could happen anyway?
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“The Avengers get into the holiday spirit and visit group homes throughout the city on Christmas day.” Pepper read aloud from the front page of the New York Times in her hand. She set it down on the kitchen table between Tony and Peter. “That was sure nice of you.”
“Kid’s idea.” Tony mumbled, barely glancing at the paper as he slurped his disgusting green smoothie, face buried in his Starkphone. Peter wasn’t sure what his dad was reading, but whatever it was had been distracting him for the past ten minutes.
“Of course it was.” Pepper smiled at him, and Peter ducked his head down at the compliment.
“So besides handing out presents to the less fortunate, how was your Christmas?” Pepper asked.
“It was good.” Peter answered, reaching out to grab the newspaper since no one else seemed interested and he wanted to see the article.
“Just good?” Pepper prompted, obviously fishing for more.
“It was great. Amazing. Best Christmas ever.” Tony said, finally looking up with an amused smile and a knowing look.
“Oh? And why’s that?”
“You don’t have to play coy. The kid already told me you helped him.”
“Helped him with what?” Pepper asked but even Peter could tell she was teasing.
“That’s good. Almost believable. Do you use your skills for good or evil in my boardroom?”
“It depends.”
Peter blinked and glanced up to study Tony and Pepper with a frown. He’d heard his fair share of conversations between the two of them but this one seemed different. Happier. Or more lighthearted. He couldn’t put his finger on it exactly.
“And that’s why I made you CEO of my company.”
“Oh, that’s why? I thought it was because of my impeccable negotiation skills.”
“That’s about twelve percent of the reason why.” Tony’s eyes glittered and Pepper let out a rough surprised laugh that Peter had never heard from her before. He didn’t get it. It must be some kind of inside joke.
He suddenly realized what was happening right in front of him. Oh god. They were flirting. Peter scrunched his nose up in repulsion.
“Ew get a room.” He blurted out before he could stop himself. He felt his cheeks heat, so he stared resolutely down at the paper in front of him to hide his blush.
“Excuse you. What did you say?” Tony asked, sounding surprised and exasperated at the same time.
“You heard me.” Peter mumbled, pretending to be engrossed in the article so he wouldn’t have to see the look on his dad’s face.
Pepper let out an uncharacteristic snort and added, “He’s definitely your son.”
“Yeah.” Tony agreed. “But sometimes I don’t know whether to be proud of that fact or scared.”
“I’d say you should be twelve percent scared.” Pepper joked and they both laughed again.
Gross. Peter rolled his eyes even though neither of them were paying attention to him. As a distraction, he focused on the article. It was fairly bland, outlining which group homes they’d gone to, the pairs they’d split up into, and some examples of the presents they’d handed out. The writing was perfunctory. Mostly it was just pictures of them.
“No, but seriously, thanks for helping Peter out.”
“You’re welcome.”
Peter studied the photos. There was a good one of Steve and Sam, another of Nat and Bruce, but Peter’s favorite was the one of him as Spiderman, next to Tony, handing out elaborately wrapped gifts.
He tuned out whatever Pepper and Tony were talking about and skimmed the rest of the front page of the newspaper. There was something there about US weapons being used against Yemen by Saudi Arabia and another story along the side covering how bad New York landlords had gotten away with a slap on the wrist. He was about to turn the page, when a grainy photo at the bottom right hand corner caught his eye.
It was another photo of Tony, but it wasn’t from their Christmas outing. In this picture, he was sitting in a booth at one of his favorite burger restaurants. At first it seemed like a fairly benign picture of him and Peter wondered how it had made the front cover. He looked to the headline above it for a clue.
The words, Different Day, Same Kid? met his eye and his breath caught. His attention snapped back to the photo and this time he noticed he was in it as well. He’d automatically glazed over himself before because he wasn’t exactly a feature in it. In fact, he was barely in it. But he was in it. And his face was clearer than it’d been in the photo at the Accords signing. Whoever had taken it had obviously been trying to take a photo of Tony, but Peter had happened to be in the path of the camera, sitting opposite him in the booth. Tony was holding his hamburger and smiling at him, but luckily only a small part of Peter’s face was visible in profile. The camera had mostly just captured the back of his head.
Peter held his breath as he studied the photo of himself, but even he couldn’t definitively tell it was him just by looking at it. He only knew he was the one sitting across from Tony because he remembered that day. He closed his eyes and let out a short sigh of relief.
“What?” Tony asked.
“Um…” Peter looked over at him, his conversation with Pepper now on hold as he frowned at him.
“What’s wrong?”
Peter looked back down at the paper and then at Tony. “You might want to see this.” He winced and passed the paper over to him, already anticipating the kind of reaction it would get.
“Yeah I know we made the front page.” Tony said dismissively after he glanced at it, brow furrowed in confusion. “Why does that have your panties in a twist?”
“No. That’s not what I was looking at.”
Tony looked at the paper again. “Then what—” The question cut off as he noticed the other photo.
“Shit.” Tony swore. “Pep look at this.”
He handed the paper to her, pointing to the photo. Pepper took it and echoed him after only a few seconds. “Shit.”
“At least you can’t tell it’s me, right?” Peter offered quietly. He hadn’t thought so, but after their reaction he was nervous maybe he’d been deluding himself.
Tony took it back and held it closer to his eyes as he scrutinized the photo. After a few long seconds, he nodded. “You’re right. You can’t tell.”
“Are you sure?” Pepper asked, grabbing it and looking at it closer as well.
“I’m sure.” Tony answered.
Pepper chewed on her lip and cocked her head to the side as she stared at the grainy photo. “Yeah…you’re right. They didn’t get a good enough angle.”
“Jesus. I thought everyone had given up.” Tony complained with a heavy sigh as he entangled a hand through his hair. “This is ridiculous. That picture had to have been taken months ago.”
Peter nodded. It had been. Back in September.
“What are people doing? Going through every possible old photo of me to try to find evidence of Peter?” Tony pursed his lips.
“Apparently.” Pepper quirked an eyebrow at him. “Are you telling me you’re actually surprised?”
Tony glanced over at him and for once Peter couldn’t read the expression on his face. It was an uncharacteristic mix of sadness and worry and…regret?
“No. You’re right. I’m not.” Tony rubbed his eyes. “I guess I’d just hoped we’d gotten lucky. I mean, we haven’t heard a peep in weeks and nothing new since that first picture.”
Pepper nodded.
Tony shook his head in resignation. “This is going to start everything up all over again.”
Pepper nodded in agreement. “It is.”
Peter’s eyes widened. What? No.
“It is?” He asked tentatively.
Tony and Pepper both looked over at him before sharing a meaningful look with each other.
“We’ll take care of it honey.” Pepper was the first to speak, breaking Tony’s gaze to give him a soft and reassuring smile. “It’ll be ok.”
“Are you sure?” His brow creased. They didn’t seem very sure.
“It’s going to be fine.” Tony said but Peter couldn’t tell who he was trying to reassure, Peter or himself. “We’re just going to have to keep a low profile for a little longer.”
“How much longer?” He already hated how they hadn’t been able to go out in public together since this whole thing started.
Tony and Pepper shared another look.
“Just tell me.” Peter huffed in annoyance. “I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”
“Forever.” Tony answered.
Peter’s face went slack in shock. No. That couldn’t be right. He looked to Pepper for some reassurance, some renunciation of the claim, but she stayed silent and stony faced.
“But— I can’t… Forever?”
“At least until we’re ready for your identity to become public knowledge, which I for one don’t want happening anytime soon. For your sake. And my sanity’s.”
“So not forever.” Peter clarified with relief. Forever meant until after he was old and white haired.
Tony pursed his lips and reiterated, “Not anytime soon.”
“After I graduate from high school?”
“No. No way. Maybe after college, but preferably after grad school.” Tony answered.
“Who ever said I was going to grad school? Actually, who ever said I was going to college?” Peter argued.
Tony shot him an unimpressed look.
“What?”
“You’re going to college. It’s not negotiable.”
Peter scrunched his nose in annoyance. “I don’t want to fight about that right now. It’s not even related to what we’re talking about.”
“Uh excuse me, yes it is, and since when do you not want to go to college?” Tony’s eyes widened in surprise when he realized Peter wasn’t just yanking his chain.
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to go. I just said I didn’t know if I wanted to go.”
“Jesus.” Tony pinched the bridge of his nose between his eyes, something he only did when he was stressed or had a headache coming on. He took a deep breath and let it all out in a short huff before checking his watch. “I’d love to give you an earful right now but I have a meeting I’m already late for.” He downed the rest of his coffee and stood.
“But don’t think this means you’re off the hook. We’re tabling this discussion for later.” He said, pointing at him as Pepper tried to repress a smile behind him.
“Fine.” Peter gave a one shouldered shrug. He hadn’t wanted to talk about it anyway. He knew Tony wouldn’t understand how conflicted he felt over the decision to go away to college or stay in the city to be Spiderman. Tony wouldn’t understand the duty he had to his city, to Queens. His dad looked at him too much like a little kid still.
“Good. Great.” Tony replied, still seeming irked, but he walked out with Pepper without commenting any further.
Peter waited until they’d left to let out a heavy sigh. Who scheduled a meeting for the morning after Christmas anyway? Hopefully that meant it was important. Maybe then he’d get lucky and Tony would get distracted by whatever the meeting was about and forget about the whole college thing. He hoped so anyway. He really didn’t want to argue about it when he hadn’t even made a decision yet.
Peter finished his cereal and put the bowl away in the dishwasher, his eyes drawn almost magnetically to the newspaper sitting on the table as he walked past it into the living room. He tore his gaze away and threw himself onto the couch. It was just one stupid picture. One more picture. It didn’t mean there’d be more. It’d be fine. He didn’t have anything to worry about. He didn’t.
He took a breath and tried to unfurl the tension in his neck as he pulled out his phone and tapped on Ned’s number. His best friend always knew how to distract him.
Ned answered on the second ring.
“Hey man, what’s going on? How was your Christmas?”
Peter rubbed at his tired eyes before picking up the unappetizing sandwich in front of him. He’d stayed up way too late last night playing a new video game with Ned. It’d been awesome at the time, but now he was paying for his meager three hours of sleep. At least it was a Friday, the first day of February, and they got a three day weekend because the following Monday was some kind of teacher workshop. He’d be able to recover some sleep over the weekend. As long as he didn’t keep staying up late playing the game. They still hadn’t finished it. On second thought, he was probably going to be tired all weekend.
“Dude, did you see what’s trending on Twitter right now?” Ned asked, sounding breathless as he plopped down on the cafeteria bench next to Peter. He didn’t know how his friend could be so energetic. He’d gotten as little sleep as he had.
“Uh no.” Peter answered, barely understandable around a mouthful of sandwich.
“Dude.” Ned’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened.
Peter finished swallowed the food in his mouth and since he knew it was what Ned wanted, he asked with a sigh, “What?”
Ned glanced around, trying not to be obvious about it but utterly failing. Luckily no one ever paid any attention to them.
“What?” He asked again.
“I can’t say here.” Ned whispered and Peter quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Just…check Twitter.”
Peter rolled his eyes and took another monster bite of his ham sandwich before he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He thumbed to the home screen and pressed the Twitter icon. It didn’t take him long to figure out what Ned was talking about. He set the sandwich down and gave the phone his full attention.
“Shit.” He mumbled.
“Yeah.” Ned echoed in agreement.
He scrolled through more tweets, all with the same picture on them, but with different comments. He was surprised to see even celebrities chiming in.
“Like literally everyone’s talking about it.” Ned added, and Peter glanced around. All the students in the cafeteria were huddled together in groups looking at their phones and Peter didn’t know how he’d missed the charged murmur in the air before.
“You don’t think anyone’s recognized me, do you?” Peter whispered, keeping his head down as he kept scrolling through all the tweets.
“No way.” Ned shook his head. “If they had we’d definitely know by now.”
Which was true. He’d be getting swarmed if anyone in his school had actually recognized his face in the picture that seemed to be splashed all over Twitter.
He winced at the current tweet in front of his face. ‘Is anyone really surprised Tony Stark has a secret love child? I mean I know he’s Ironman but did everyone collectively forget the 90’s? He was no saint.’
Peter couldn’t even remember when the photo could’ve been taken. It showed his back as he was about to climb into the passenger side of Tony’s Audi. Tony stood, face fully visible, about to get in the driver’s side of the car. It could’ve been any day in New York that they were out together. Thankfully the photographer had cared more about getting a good picture of Tony, so only the back of Peter’s head was visible. Again. He knew he should feel relieved about that, but he wasn’t.
He chewed the inside of his cheek. At this rate, it seemed like only a matter of time before someone unearthed a past picture of him where you could see his face. Maybe it’d be better to just fess up and get it over with sooner rather than later.
“Hey losers.” MJ interrupted his thoughts as she sat down across from them with her packed lunch and a book that looked more like some ancient tome than a piece of popular literature.
“Hey.” Peter mumbled back, eyes still glued to his phone. He ignored the crinkling as MJ unpacked her food.
“So…how’s it feel to be secretly famous?” She asked.
His head snapped up at her as she took a huge bite of her apple.
“Dude.” Ned said in reproach. “Someone could hear you.”
“Calm down.” She said with a roll of her eyes at their overreaction once she’d finished chewing. “You can’t tell it’s him.”
“Yeah but what if people start putting two and two together with Peter and the Stark internship?” Ned asked.
Shit. Peter hadn’t even thought of that.
MJ shook her head. “No one believes that’s real.” She took another nonchalant bite of her apple. Peter left his half eaten sandwich untouched on the table in front of him. His appetite had evaporated.
“That’s true.” Ned agreed.
Usually it annoyed him that his entire class thought he was a liar about the Stark internship, but at least it would work in his favor now.
“It’ll blow over.” MJ said once she finished her apple and he still hadn’t said a word, busy scrolling through Twitter on his phone.
“Maybe.” He wasn’t so sure anymore. After the first couple he could believe it, but this was the third time in the last six weeks. It seemed inevitable at this point.
“What does Mr. Stark say?” Ned asked in a whisper so soft Peter wasn’t sure if MJ could even hear him.
“Nothing yet.” Peter shrugged. His dad hadn’t so much as sent a text message.
“Maybe he doesn’t know.”
MJ scoffed.
“There’s no way he doesn’t know.” Peter said, but he decided to send him a text anyway.
Have you seen Twitter recently?
His response came back seconds later.
Shouldn’t you be studying, not twittering?
It’s called tweeting.
Don’t worry kid. We’re on it.
“He says they’re on it.” Peter mumbled.
“What does that mean?” Ned asked.
Peter shrugged. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to answer. He just didn’t know.
Even though he’d figured more pictures were inevitable, Peter had secretly hoped that picture was the last one. But of course it wasn’t, and for some reason it seemed to have opened the flood gates. More and more pictures surfaced of him with Tony. Every week there was a new one with a piece of Peter showing every time, but never enough to identify him. Each one came with more speculation, which meant more anxiety for Peter and stress for Tony, who’d become more and more short tempered as the weeks of close calls dragged on.
“I don’t care. Don’t we own most of that newspaper? Yeah? So explain to me how the hell that photo got run.” Tony snapped, voice progressively getting louder. “You don’t know? Isn’t it your job to know?”
Peter watched from the couch as his dad paced with his phone pressed against his ear.
“Yeah? You’re sorry?” Tony had a pinched expression on his face that meant he was probably fighting another headache. “You bet you’re sorry. You’re fired.”
Tony hung up and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. Definitely a headache.
“Did you really just fire that guy?” Peter asked, feeling sorry for whoever had been on the other end of that call.
“Since he didn’t do his one and only job? Yes.” Tony responded in a no nonsense way.
Peter felt bad for the guy, but he knew his dad well enough to know when he’d be open to discussing something and when he wouldn’t. This was definitely the latter.
Tony gave his head a small shake before walking to the kitchen to pour a cup of coffee from the pot. His third of the afternoon. Peter was keeping count.
Peter turned back to the TV but the show couldn’t keep his interest for more than a few seconds. He turned it off with a sigh and made his way into the kitchen, taking a seat at one of the stools along the counter. He chewed on his bottom lip as his dad’s eyes narrowed at him.
“What?”
“I’ve just been thinking.” Peter said hesitantly.
“Uh huh. Care to share with the class?” Tony prompted after he took a long sip of his coffee.
“Maybe we should just tell people.” Peter suggested.
“No.” His dad answered instantly and definitively.
“You didn’t even think about it.”
“Because I don’t have to. It’s a bad idea.”
“Why? We both know they’re going to figure it out eventually, and don’t you miss being able to do things together?”
“Wanting to go out and get pizza together is not a good reason to blow your identity, trust me. And we don’t know they’re going to figure it out. It’s been almost three months already and they still don’t know who you are, and that means they probably never will, which is how I’d like to keep it.”
“But why? Do you really never want anyone to know I’m your son?” Peter tried to keep the slight hurt he felt out of his voice, but his dad’s face fell all the same.
“That’s not it at all.”
“Then what is it?”
“You have no idea how bad it will be for you if the public finds out who you are.”
Peter made a face at that. “How bad could it really be?”
Tony’s eyebrows practically flew to his hairline. “How bad could it be? How bad?”
He hated when his dad repeated things. It meant he’d reached the point where he was going to rant and once that happened, it was game over.
Tony set his coffee cup down on the counter and held up a finger. “First, the privacy you love so much? Gone. And not just for a week or a month or two. Forever. Every time you step foot in public you’ll be hounded by the paparazzi and by every average joe on the street.”
Tony paused a second to let that sink in.
“Sounds fun huh? But that’s not all. No, I’m just getting started. Second, I have enemies. And not just average enemies. Powerful ones. Remember Ross?”
Peter couldn’t hold his dad’s gaze at that.
“Exactly. You starting to get it now? Some people would stop at nothing to hurt me and with your identity compromised, you’d be an easy target.”
Peter’s head snapped back up and he frowned in offense. “No I wouldn’t. I’m Spiderman.”
“That didn’t stop Ross.”
“But Ross knew I was Spiderman.” He argued. Some random person would’ve never stood a chance of kidnapping him.
“Exactly.” Tony said with an intensity Peter hadn’t seen from him in awhile. “And how did he know? Because he found out you were important to me, so he watched you like a hawk, and it didn’t take him too long to put two and two together.”
Peter inhaled sharply at that. He hadn’t even considered the risk to his superhero secret identity if he was outed as Tony’s son. He’d taken his ability to go back out as Spiderman for granted over the past month after his dad had finally relented on his punishment.
“People already know Ironman and Spiderman are close. If they found out about you, what are the odds someone would figure it out? It wouldn’t be that big of a leap, and it only takes one smart ass with a big mouth looking for a quick buck for the entire world to know. So outing you as my son carries the risk of eventually outing your superhero identity. Understand?”
Peter swallowed hard and nodded, feeling appropriately chastised. Spiderman had enemies of his own, and even though most of the people he was close to were superheroes, he still had his friends. They didn’t have any powers. They were weaknesses Spiderman’s enemies could exploit.
Tony let out a heavy sigh and dropped his head, rubbing his forehead. “I don’t want to scare you. I just want you to understand why it’s so important to keep your identity as my kid a secret. Being a Stark is hard enough without the superhero aspect. Add that to it, and it’s even harder.”
“You would know.” Peter tried to joke, giving his dad a thin smile.
Tony scoffed and shook his head in exasperation, but he returned the smile. “I do. So trust me when I say it’s absolutely vital that people don’t find out who you are.”
“Ok. I get it. I’ll keep being careful.” Even though it sucked. He could handle it. Tony was right. It was probably better than the alternative.
“Good.” Tony came around the counter to ruffle his hair. “You’re still my kid. You know it. And I know it. That’s all that matters. And maybe someday far far in the future when you’re much older and way more mature-”
Peter rolled his eyes at that.
“-we’ll tell the world who you are. That you’re my son and the heir to Stark Industries. But until then, we’ll keep it quiet, so there’s plenty of time for you to live a nice normal life. For a masked vigilante anyway.” Tony smirked.
“Ok. That sounds good.” Peter smiled again, trying to banish his secret doubt. His dad seemed so certain no one was going to figure out who he was, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that as nice as it would be to stay anonymous, it was only a matter of time before it all came crashing down.
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(NORTH) Lock down, take up weapons, security on alert! Yiftah, Manara, Mein Baruch, Meshgav Am, Yaraon, Baram, Kfar Giladi, Dafna, Malkiah, Dan, Gosherim, Shenir, Sasa, Tsibon and Margaliot are asked to enter the protected areas until further notice. (5:08 PM)
-- NORTH... report of enemy drone attack. (Ch 14)
-- NORTH... 2nd rocket barrage 5:18 PM.
-- SOUTH... reports of air defense in operation Eilat / Red Sea. (preliminary - 2 sources)
(coordinated Gaza, Hezbollah, Yemen attack?)
-- ELAD... rocket hit.
-- ZAFIRIA (by Airport)... rocket hit.
-- RESPONSES... IDF says it is striking "a series of Hezbollah sites" in Lebanon.
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IMAGES: Alaska-based F-22s are deployed on CENTCOM amid Iran's threat
Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 11/03/2022 - 16:00 in Military, War Zones
Two F-22 Raptors from Joint Base Elmendorf-Richardson, Alaska, and an F-15E Strike Eagle fly over the area of responsibility of the U.S. Central Command, November 2, 2022. (Photo: US Central Command)
As concerns increased in Washington about a possible Iranian attack on U.S. partners in the region, the F-22 Raptors were sent to the Middle East and carried out operations alongside the F-15E Strike Eagles on November 2, according to the U.S. Central Command (CENTCOM).
The implementation demonstrates “the ability of CENTCOM to move combat resources to the CENTCOM region very quickly,” said Colonel Joe Buccino, spokesman for the command. CENTCOM refused to say whether the F-22s were mobilized in response to Iranian threats.
U.S. media reports indicated the day before that Saudi Arabia was concerned about the possibility of an Iranian attack and shared this information with the U.S.
“We recognize that Saudi Arabia remains under threat of attack by Iran and Iran’s representatives, the Houthis in Yemen, and we recognize that there are 70,000 Americans living and working in Saudi Arabia, including thousands of U.S. soldiers,” said White House Security Council strategic communications coordinator John Kirby on November 2.
CENTCOM tweeted several photos showing U.S. military aircraft on patrol, including F-22s based at the Elmendorf-Richardson Joint Base in Alaska.
The serial number of the KC-135 Stratotanker that refuels one of the F-22s is 23498, indicating that it is assigned to MacDill Air Base in Florida. It has been operating in the CENTCOM area since the end of September, according to flight tracking data from the ADS-B Exchange website. The tail codes on the F-15 indicate that they are assigned to Mountain Home Air Base, Idaho.
CENTCOM did not say when the F-22s were deployed in the region or how many of the air-air fighters are now operating there. But the F-22 have already been deployed during a period of high voltage. In February, the U.S. sent F-22 fighters to the United Arab Emirates after being targeted by Iran-backed drone and missile attacks from Houthi rebels in Yemen.
The Wall Street Journal reported on November 1 that Saudi Arabia had recently provided the U.S. information that Iran could attack Saudi Arabia and Erbil in northern Iraq. The U.S. and Saudi Arabia accused Iran of attacking the kingdom's oil infrastructure with drones and missiles in 2019.
“We are constantly monitoring threat flows in the region and maintain constant contact with our partners in the region, including the Saudi Arabian Armed Forces,” Buccino said on November 1. "When appropriate, we will not hesitate to act to defend our forces or partners in the region."
In March, Iran launched ballistic missile attacks in the semi-autonomous region of Kurdistan in northern Iraq. In September, a US war plane knocked down an Iranian drone that it considered a possible threat to Erbil. The Air Force Central (AFCENT) regularly patrols against drones in the region.
“I think that every day, the threat we face the most – and it’s not just the U.S. forces or coalition forces that are deployed in the region, but all our regional partners face – is from the Iranian threat network,” said Lieutenant General Alexus G. Grynkewich, commander of AFCENT, at the AFA Air, Space and Cybernetics Conference in September.
The U.S. Air Force uses the Prince Sultan Air Base in Saudi Arabia.
Protests across the country against the theocratic government have stirred Iran. The Islamic Revolutionary Guard of Iran blamed Saudi Arabia, among others, for instigating the protests. The U.S. said it is reevaluating its alliance with Saudi Arabia after the Biden administration accused the kingdom of cooperating with Russia as part of the OPEC + oil cartel to keep oil prices high after Moscow's renewed invasion of Ukraine. However, the US has not officially changed its policy towards Saudi Arabia.
“Nothing has changed in the relationship so far,” Kirby said. "But this is separate and distinct from the fact that we recognize that Iran's threat is real. We remain worried about this threat. And we will continue to work not only with our Saudi partners, but with other partners in the region to better deal with this threat."
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Headcanon chingón
Muy bien, este es un headcanon mío en el mundo de countryhumans, éste hablará sobre la CORRUPCIÓN.
Iniciamos con describir que es la corrupción política; éste es el acto de un funcionario y autoridad pública de delinquir, está mal decir que simplemente robar al Estado, es cualquier acto ilegal e inmoral; narcotráfico, prostitución ilegal, sobornos, etc.
La corrupción en los CH se presenta como una enfermedad física y psicológica, similar a la esquizofrenia, ésta es presentada en cuatro diferentes grados la cual es representada en una escala del 0 al 100, siendo el 0 altamente corrupto y el 100 nada corrupto, en todos los grades se presenta la esquizofrenia:
Bajo 68-100: Nulo o casi nulo caso de corrupción, sus ataques constan en vomitar una especie de líquido negro, puede ser controlado con pastillas especiales. Su esquizofrenia presentada son leves susurros incomprensibles.
Mediano 34-67: Presentan vómitos y lágrimas del líquido de corrupción, sus lágrimas pueden salir en cualquier momento, puede ser controlada con dosis altas de pastillas. En este caso puede escuchar voces más comprensibles, una o varias.
Alto 0-33: Sus ataques de corrupción son más continuas y dolorosas, aquel líquido negro sale de su boca, nariz, ojos y orejas perdiendo las funciones de la vista y el oído y con dificultades para respirar por obvias razones, la esclerótica (parte blanca del ojo) cambia a un rojo rojizo y los colores de su bandera de oscurecen, su cuerpo se aprieta y vuelve literalmente, una persona corrupta, sin conciencia ni moral. Su lado corrupto sería su caso de esquizofrenia, un estilo de segunda personalidad que siempre habla en la noche o en sueños tratando de tomar dominio del cuerpo de nuevo.
Los 10 países más corruptos:
1. Somalia 10 puntos.
2. Sudán del sur 13 puntos.
3. Siria 13 puntos.
4. Corea del norte 14 puntos.
5. Yemen 14 puntos.
6. Guinea Ecuatorial 16 puntos.
7. Sudán 16 puntos.
8. Afganistán 16 puntos.
9. Guinea-Bisáu 16 puntos.
10. Libia 17 puntos.
Los 10 países menos corruptos:
1. Dinamarca 88 puntos.
2. Nueva Zelanda 87 puntos.
3. Finlandia 85 puntos.
4. Suecia 85 puntos.
5. Singapur 85 puntos.
6. Suiza 85 puntos.
7. Noruega 84 puntos.
8. Países Bajos 82 puntos.
9. Canadá 81 puntos.
10. Luxemburgo 81 puntos.
Eso sería todo por ahora, ésta enfermedad prácticamente es incurable, sólo se controla hasta tener un bajo nivel de corrupción.
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(Foto rilasciata a TPI da un portuale che il 12 luglio si trovava a lavoro all'interno della nave saudita Bahri Jeddah) Arrivata a Genova nave carica d’armi diretta in Arabia Saudita. Portuali a TPI: “Qui rischia di esplodere tutto” Madi Ferrucci “La nave è entrata stamattina, 11 luglio, alle sei e dal personale che vi lavora sappiamo che ci sono molte armi a bordo”, dichiara Rosario Carvelli, del Collettivo lavoratori portuali di Genova, delegato sindacale della Cgil. Il materiale bellico si trova al primo piano della nave della compagnia saudita Bahri Jeddah. Ripartirà nel pomeriggio e arriverà a Jeddah, in Arabia Saudita, il 20 luglio. Contro questa compagnia i portuali avevano protestato anche lo scorso maggio bloccando il carico di alcuni generatori ad uso militare. I sauditi infatti avrebbero potuto impiegarli nella guerra in Yemen. Sono state messe delle guardie armate al controllo dell’accesso della nave che impediscono di entrare a tutti i lavoratori che non sono direttamente coinvolti nell’operazione. A Genova non si imbarcheranno armi, solo impianti e tubature per l’estrazione del gas. “Sulla nave ci sono 12 containers di esplosivi e 15 velivoli Boeing Chinook 15 CH-47 F di produzione statunitense destinati all’Indian Air Force: un supermercato della morte”, dichiara. “La nave proviene dal North Carolina dove normalmente vengono imbarcati i carri armati di produzione americana destinati all’Arabia Saudita. La compagnia tocca il porto di Genova venti volte l’anno, arriva all’incirca una volta ogni venti giorni, è una sorta di taxi. Dall’Arabia Saudita poi i carri armati vengono ricaricati e riportati in America quando hanno bisogno del tagliando”, prosegue. I lavoratori restano preoccupati, la sicurezza nel porto civile è messa in pericolo dalla presenza di navi cargo cariche di armi. Sono infatti i portuali genovesi a doversi muovere dentro e fuori dalla nave per caricare i materiali in porto. “Siamo noi che dobbiamo lavorarci e che entriamo in contatto con questo tipo di materiale. Qui se per qualche motivo prende fuoco qualcosa esplode tutto. La sicurezza in porto è pari a zero. Nel porto civile non è prevista la presenza di questo tipo di materiale e di conseguenza non siamo nemmeno a conoscenza di un piano d’emergenza per fronteggiare eventuali incidenti. I container vengono normalmente tenuti scoperti al primo piano per evitare che una possibile esplosione si propaghi agli altri container presenti sulla nave. Questa è l’unica forma di precauzione esistente.”, dichiara. ...In Yemen si contano oltre 17.000 vittime civili. Secondo gli ultimi dati Oxfam 24,1 milioni di abitanti su 28,5 dipendono dagli aiuti umanitari per sopravvivere e nel Paese è scoppiata un’epidemia di colera che ha già contagiato 1,3 milioni di yemeniti... I dati della relazione governativa pubblicata a maggio di quest’anno ci dicono inoltre che l’Italia ha autorizzato la vendita di 13,3 milioni di euro di armi ai sauditi. Il business non si ferma.
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