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buckysmischief · 4 years

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Sweetest Girl - 1

Scott Lang x reader

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Summary: You were a highly trained assassin who needed the Avengers help. Tony isn't a fan, not yet. Steve really has all the patience in the world. Bucky is, again, waiting for his past to blow up in his face. And Scott, well Scott has a very important question for you. Sucks for him that you’re not much of a talker.

AN: thank you to @perpetually-tuned-out for helping me edit this @stuckonjbbarnes for your ideas and both of you & @valkyriesryde @sebbbystaaan for y’alls encouragement 🖤

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“The mission was to find out those agents were doing. Not bring back a random girl.” a man said. The voice sounded familiar, but it was coming from behind two way mirror.

“But she’s not random. I’ve seen her, she looks older but it’s her. Snow Leopard.” another voice speaks, a woman, this one you’ve never heard.

“This isn’t Snow Leopard, I trained with her before I escaped. I’d be able to recognize her.” the same man as before said, this time speaking Rusian.

Suddenly you realize who is speaking. You look into the eyes of your own reflection, knowing a piercing blue are looking back at you. “Long time no see, Winter Soldier.” That was all it took for Bucky to realize that he in fact did not remember what you looked like, because all you could hear now were them walking away.

It’s hours later when your door opens and Tony Stark himself is standing in front of you. “You’re YN YLN, or Snow Leopard if you ask the right people. You were taken by HYDRA at the age of ten, but you wouldn’t remember that. Not with all the tests and experiments they performed on you. I also heard you’d give Natasha a run for her money, but don’t tell her I said that. Did I miss anything?”

After a minute of ignoring him, Tony spoke up again “F.R.I.D.A.Y. bring her to conference room four.” Suddenly the chair starts moving, your wrists and ankles already being strapped down, and you’re quickly sitting in a room full of Avengers and some S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. You take a moment to remember the details of the room: glass walls, two exists, Nick Fury on your left, Tony Stark on your right, and Captain America himself straight ahead.

When you caught his eye, he silenced the whole room and began to speak. “Everyone in this room has heard the rumors of the ‘Snow Leopard’,” he says while nodding his head toward you, “but only one can tell us the facts. And since Miss YLN doesn’t want to be forthcoming, Bucky will.” Bucky?

Your unspoken question is answered when it’s the Winter Soldier who takes Steve’s place at the front of the room, and begins to tell a room full of people your secrets.

“HYDRA has kidnapped one child a year for the past 20 years, if they were old enough to remember anything, their memories would be erased. They trained YN to be a child assassin, and when she turned out to be better than they expected, they experimented on her until she could hear someone coming a mile away if she focused.

She may be strapped down, but has anyone checked her for weapons? I’d be surprised if she didn’t have at least four knives hidden somewhere on her. Not that it matters, she’s already identified every weapon in this room. Including non-conventional ones” He was almost right about the knives, you only had one hidden. Every agent had a gun and each Avenger had their own personal weapons. There were also plenty of office items that could be used as weapons if they really needed to be.

Bucky took a moment, preparing himself. “A few years before I escaped HYDRA, they told me to train her in hand to hand combat. When I knew her she had 36 successful assassinations, which is a lot since she had not failed a mission. Those numbers are now both 57. For over a year now HYDRA has been looking for her, she just ended all communication with them one day.

Fast forward to last night, Wanda and I were walking back to the Quinjet after a mission and we saw her sneaking onto the ship. She had to have been running from someone, she would have heard us if she was paying attention. Wanda knocked her out while I flew us home”

Everyone was quiet, processing all the information they were just given. None of it was wrong, and you were surprised he remembered it all so perfectly. Bucky quickly sat back down, and Tony took his place.

“Now, Miss YLN, would you like to add anything?” He wanted to know what you were running from, if it would be worth the trouble of keeping you here.

You sat there for a moment and debated on being a smart ass or telling them the truth, you didn’t trust a person in this room. In the end you found it pointless to hide the truth, “I was at a HYDRA facility one day to get mission details. I waited for 30 minutes before I got impatient and listened closely for my handlers voice. When I found it, I could hear his conversation. Someone was talking to him about putting me under again and adding something to my brain. I wasn’t chancing it, so I pretended to go to the bathroom and I’ve been running from HYDRA ever since. I was hiding from two when I saw the Quinjet land, and when it was safe I ran right for it. My intention wasn’t to take it if that’s what you’re thinking, I was looking for help.”

After hearing everything, you were moved to sit outside the glass walls. Watching them all discuss the information and decide your fate. It didn’t take long before you were brought back in to hear what was decided. Steve once again stood in front of you and spoke, “Everyone here agrees that your skillset is impressive and would make you an asset to the team, we also have no reason not to believe your story. We have all decided that if you decide to be apart of our team, we can keep you safe. If you don’t, you’ll be taken to The Raft for your crimes.”

There was no other choice, you were going to have to be apart of this team of idiots. You soon would learn to live with others, but you also got to have a full nights rest. It also included learning how to cook actual food for yourself and others, though you would always eat by yourself. Even in training, you only interacted with you teammates when it was necessary. Everyone had gotten used to it and they didn’t want to force you. You weren’t causing trouble and that’s really all they could ask for.

About three months into your stay at the compound you had gotten into a routine. Steve wouldn’t let you on missions until you talked to one of the teams many therapists, it was an easy decision to skip your session everyday. But today was different, instead of giving you your morning inspiration speech, Steve let you know there would be a guest staying with us for awhile. Scott Lang, or Ant-Man. Not knowing who either of them were, you brushed off the information, promising not to try and kill the guy, and went about your day.

Later that afternoon, you’re in the kitchen making yourself lunch when you hear a new voice. Must be that Scott guy. What you didn’t know was that ever since Scott had heard about you, he had questions. One, how do you live with so many people who do so much dumn shit and not laugh at it or even pay attention enough to judge them? But no, he knew what he was going to ask you about.

Scott was not shy, when he walked in the kitchen and saw you he just went for it. “Wait, who’s this?,” looking at Sam, “Oh yeah, the newest assassin. Is Stark making a collection?” You then turned around and crossed you arms over your chest and leaning on the kitchen island, curious to see how far he was going to take this.

“So, are the rumors true?” after raising an eyebrow, Scott continues, “Are you really always ready to kill someone?” he then rests his elbows across from you on the island, chin on his knuckles.

Now you don’t know if it was the question itself or the way he presented himself, but you were caught off guard. You looked down and laughed, upon looking up you put on a serious face and asked, “Do you wanna find out?”

“I don’t know what everyone is talking about, you’re totally not scary.” Scott then turned to the team to see the look of shock written over everyone’s faces. “What?”

You walk away while they’re distracted, but stay close enough to hear them.

“That’s the most that girl has talked to anyone since getting here.” Sam spoke what everyone was thinking. “You come in, not using a filter at all, asking her about being a damn assassin, and get her to not only SAY something, but LAUGH.”

Sam was right, you hadn’t said more than “Okay” or “I promise”, and that was just to Steve because you had to say it to Steve. You decided you would have to pay closer attention to this Scott guy, why was he different?

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incarnateirony · 4 years

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To the Nonnie that left a 5 parter in my inbox:

I am not going to post your nonsense.

I am not going to circulate your redefinitions, your new goalposts, your explicit deletion and argumentation against a far larger bulk of openly identified bisexual people, and your raging. I have already addressed these, and they boil down to “You’re literally destructive to the LGBT battle while you think you’re being progressive.”

I am not going to be part in circulation people’s own manufactured dialogues they put between their own ears anymore.

You are not promised platform. You are not promised my inbox. You are not promised any specific performance from LGBT creators within the demographic they are writing the text that would be representative in if you have paid *zilch* attention to their working conditions.

In fact, you literally don’t even get to fucking pretend you’re here about representation while *overtly denying the words, sociopolitical representation commentary, and working conditions of the LGBT creators you’re hot dogging right now*. Half the fucking fight is also behind the scenes GETTING LGBT CREATORS CREATING, even if at times they’re limited.

Representation isn’t just on screen, diversity in writing crews behind scene is the fight, and if you pretend it isn’t just to gang bang LGBT creators for not performing how you want, without *ANY* fucking human consideration for why things are the way they are? *You, deep down, don’t give a shit about representation, or production team diversity, or LGBT creators -- you give a shit about getting exactly what you want exactly the way you want without even recognizing that may not be universal to LGBT people as proven by my notifs right now -- and largely with the reductionist point of wanting to win against trolls on the internet at which point YOU HAVE LEFT THE REPRESENTATION WHEELHOUSE (x); or if you do truly believe what some rando -- probably a woman, rather than the LGBT male POV -- said, you need to DRAMATICALLY RE-ALIGN AND CONSIDER YOUR POV*

“The whole idea of representation” that you have is close, but still a made up thing. It’s what perfect representation is. It’s not what the battle is. It’s never been what the battle is.

So just because you’ve dreamed up, say, a GA opposed to you, while the GA openly fucking talks about all this shit (right down to “marriage/dark point in the romance/divorce/breakup), on non-fansite major news publications, rather than fangirls that are scared of losing their website traffic in this fucking bog of bitterness, liars, extortionists and tinhats?

It doesn’t fucking matter.

Text is text is text. Queer text is queer text no matter how upset you get on if it was *visible* enough for you. That will continue to stay true. It will continue to be true when you make GA monsters in your head that don’t exist anywhere in reality. It will continue to stay true when you want to argue with a clout monkey that doesn’t even believe what they say. It’s going to be true.

It’s fine to want more visible text. That IS the nature of the fight. The nature of the fight is NOT deleting low visibility text. And i’m going to ask you to PLEASE, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THINGS FUCKING HOLY, ACTUALLY EDUCATE YOURSELF ON LGBT MEDIA HISTORY AND THE REPRESENTATION BATTLE.

Not just a random link convenient to someone’s article that vague blogs the general history. Actually educate yourself if you’re going to get in this fight because HOLY SHIT the children that have tried have *MISERABLY FUCKED UP* and then quite unfortunately normalized that fucking up, that everybody thought it was the new brand of woke because of herd mind.

If you’ve internalized enough phobia from the abusive manipulations within this fandom that you’ve convinced yourself bisexual people are *SO DAMN INVISIBLE* that nobody gets what’s going on while the GA is all “SHIT MAN THEY GOT A DIVORCE T_T”, that’s a you thing.

I am not your therapist. I am not your mother. I can not *force* you to get in touch with what the GA, or the creatives, or anyone else has said on anything related to this content, because I’ve been blogging it all and here you are, clearly not reading any of it. I can not force you to stop erasing LGBT text you, personally, nonniemcnonface, don’t like the visibility of. BUT I CAN STRONGLY ENCOURAGE IT.

But nobody owes you anything. Not my inbox. Not the platform on my blog. Not *your, specific, preferred, very precise point of view*. When you are a middle aged LGBT cis man raised in the 80s in patriarchal environments, and/or hold a great deal of conversation explicitly with the demographic and its representation in question, and by that I mean not 1, 2, 3, or even just 10 LGBT men within a step of that demographic. Because that’s the story of the character being told. It’s not *your* story. It’s a story you may resonate with depending how close to it you are. But *that* is what representation is: creating a universal platform of diverse, queer stories until it is saturated into the media to such an extent you *will* eventually find someone that ticks all your demographic boxes when you turn on your TV (be that race, gender, sexuality, religion, disability, or whatever else.) Demanding everyone’s unilateral demands be met when they aren’t even in the intersectional demographic isn’t representation. It’s tokenization. It’s the exact same way we end up with stereotyped gays to try to fit everyone’s “visibility” wants. It’s why there IS such a problem with LGBT male and, most explicitly, bisexual male representation. You are making half of the problem unto yourselves.

Until then, you don’t get to talk over those people. No matter how many anons you send thinking it sounds *gr8* because you haven’t read the entire discussion, you just got *mad* at part of it and didn’t want to introspect. That? That’s a problem.

Let’s say you work at Subway and they say you can only put 6 olives on a footlong without charging extra. Your boss vaguely holds that up but doesn’t micro count your olives so sometimes you give them 7 or 8 because you feel bad, and you want to give as much as you can to the customers. But if corporate notices somehow you’re burning through a shit ton of olives, it doesn’t matter what your intent is. It doesn’t matter if your manager agrees. If corporate comes down and tells you to stop putting down extra olives, you have a choice to completely quit/be fired from making sandwiches for people or to comply. Or, at least, to wait long enough to squeak new extra olives in.

*WelComE tO thE coRporAte chAIN and AduLT reALitY* -- Bobo sitting here piling as many olives on as he can until magically suddenly stopping for a year at a time and then y’all are bitching because he didn’t put the whole assed olive tree on your sandwich. When you get up to the counter, and start throwing a goddamn shitfit, you are now Karen. Don’t be Karen.

And no, Karen demanding that if she can't have as many olives as she wants then nobody should get any olives and to stop putting down olives is not anywhere in touch with functional reality.

And UNTIL you learn to pay attention to what the LGBT cis male raised in the 80s middle aged author on crew says on *this specific topic*, who was writing on sociopolitical LGBT representation issues probably since you were in *diapers*, and the methodology and struggles therein? You don’t really get a say. Once you’re able to sociopolitically contend with what that very author postured about representation *16 years ago* and have an equally well addressed set of points, then you can at least hold debate with his ideas. Until then, this is “WHAT I WANT BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH”

Go away.

Like god fucking damn Bobo “I stand in front of ICE walls”, “fuck every candidate but Bernie sanders” Berens, highly progressive left wing sociopolitical queer author still fucking understood incrementalization 16 years ago can you all fucking CATCH UP?

He didn’t fucking like it, but he understood it. He addressed it as a necessary evil that has been formative in our process and progress and expansion in visibility. You don’t have to like it either, but just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean you can’t *understand* why it works like that. Just like “text that isn’t visible enough for you is still text”, “real world issues and methods you don’t like are still real even if you don’t like them.” Bobo got it. Your turn. Cuz he doesn’t have to like his working conditions. But he can work through them the best he can. And addressed this many moons before ever writing his first SPN episode that was the first recorded time a showrunner told them to lean into it being played like lovers. Yeah. That? That was Bobo’s episode. In fact, 99% of the shit y’all uwu about is Bobo’s. Steve. Collette. The mixtape. The breakup. Gosh golly gee it’s almost like he’s fighting his ass off to tell you a story in what incremental methods he’s allowed and you’re all just trying to fuck him for it. Hell even this episode in question, Jeremy’s, Jeremy went out of his way to thank Bobo for all his guidance and help.

We’ve made progress via incrementalization, and just because you can name a few other shows that have entirely different bankrolling, marketing, distributions, demographics, that HAvE gAy shIT doesn’t mean shit. You don’t think every product a store sells comes from the same production line in the same premises with the same materials and the same target audience when they sell a wide brand of merchandise, do you? I promise you Great Value macaroni is managed and distributed differently than LED light bulbs and bicycles. These are not the same products.

The presumptuous, self-serving, personalized and franky manufactured wants and demands cloaked in a representation suit while choosing to do active harm to what progress we have -- intentionally ignorant to the actual representation battle and imagining what it is, and is like, and is about -- literally talking over the long-standing voicebox of an LGBT creator making the content who has been ENGAGED. IN THIS FIGHT. SINCE MOST OF YALL. WERE IN KINDERGARTEN? It’s fucking gross. It’s manipulative. It’s abusive. Maybe you’ve been manipulated into not understanding that, and you really believe what you say, I really don’t fucking know. But I do know you need a HUGE crash course in HOW THIS ALL WORKS and WHAT THE TARGET POINTS AND METHODOLOGICAL TARGETS ARE.

There is no magic clap on clap off bullshit. That isn’t how. It works. If it worked like that, we wouldn’t HAVE a fucking fight. (Imagine thinking that critically. Please, I beg you.)

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