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Stucky - If I Can Turn Back Time #2

Chapter 2: The Absence

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"Don't do anything stupid until I come back."

Flashes of a life prior, a brunet with a smile that brightens the world.

"Wipe him."

"I thought you were smaller."

A pair of blue steel reflects a tiny blond then a man built as big and strong as the golden heart inside.

"Wipe him!"

"I'm with you 'til the end of the line."

He doesn't know if the voice in his head is his own - or something, someone else.

"Wipe HIM!"

Screams.

They're a rising hellish chorus perfectly suited for the blood raining down around him.

Splattering, coating, soaking his entire form.

And it was devastatingly beautiful.

The red darkened its trails down his forearms, dribbling at the studded knuckles. His pupils were blown wide from the scent of fear he's been inhaling for the last hour. Fueling the inner beast to have a little taste. Rip and tear. The sputtering gasps, words barely pronounced, but he knows the minute his fist slams against the struggling man in his grasp they'll be perfectly heard.

"Where is it?" A thick rasp to his voice, a broken husk built from the rigorous training, the muted obedience, and constant brutal wipes.

"Please, p-please... I don't know!"

The heavy, frustrated, sigh is exhaled through his nose just as the rumbling growl deepens in his chest. He didn't have time for games. And it looked like his prey knew it too.

"P-please! I-I've got a famil--" "Then it sounds like if you don't give us what we want, we'll ask them too."

Within the hour he ordered the cleansing of the area, purification by fire.

The flames reflected against the dark visor framing his black mask.

More screams joined the chorus, they grow louder and more plentiful by the time they leave.

"Status report, Captain."

A war-harden blond-haired gentleman with a milky pale eye sat at the wide redwood desk wearing a decorated black and emerald-striped military uniform. A stack of papers is neatly organized to the left of the desk lamp nearby. The man doesn't even bother meeting his eyes but always bothers to make him feel inferior and unwelcomed.

The Captain bit back a retort.

It wasn't worth being put back into The Machine.

"Operation Fireseeker is a success--"

"Oh, is it now?"

He bit his cheek, it wouldn't do to fight with his superior.

"From the way I see it, Captain."

Their eyes locked, hate beyond words lit the fire within them. His clasped hands clenched behind him. Adrenaline rushed into his veins.

"It was an utter failure. I don't see why Chain of Command keeps such a useless toy around."

He could taste copper.

"Did you even find the Asset? Of course not. Why send second-best to a find-"

"If you'd give me more than just CODE NAMES I'D BE--"

His knees buckled, and pain laced through every cell in his body.

Everything was crying out for a release from this cage.

Pure, agonizing, electricity courses through him.

He couldn't scream.

He couldn't breathe.

He couldn't think.

The blurred sight of the Pale-eyed Man stood in front of him.

The look on the man's face fills him with sheer, uncontrollable, rage.

Yet, the satisfaction of knowing he was the one who made that eye pale in the first place - made the beast inside purr in bloodthirsty joy.

His vision went black.

"You know, I didn't think we'd get a chance to see this."

A soft chuckle puffs against his ear and warms him from the biting cold of the night.

"I'm glad I got to see this with you."

Arms wrapped around him.

So tightly.

Too tightly.

Painful yells left his throat raw; the straps tighten further as he fights against everything. The whirling rings of a saw working through flesh and bone, the smell of burnt flesh and hot melded metal drives his mind into sheer agony. He can barely hear past the sight and sound of his body's unwilling modifications to listen to the crowd of scientists and engineers working on him.

The smirk on the Pale-eyed man's face is a sight to remember.

And he remembers it well.

"I love you, Bucky."

"No, not without you!"

A loud thud is accompanied by a tired groan. The blaring beeps of the alarm clock going off cause Bucky to slap aimlessly at it from the floor. Practically trapped and flailing within the cocoon of blankets. A cage of his own making. It took a few moments before he was able to sit up properly and shut off the noise. Partially wanting to head back to bed, however, the sight of the neon red 8 AM brought forth a heavy "fuck".

"I'm late. I'm laaaate. Sam's going to kill me."

The beautifully sang chorus of "fuck fuck fuck" fills the morning air as Bucky is stumbling, tripping, and barely able to get dressed, eat breakfast, and run out the door.

Sam Wilson is patiently sitting at the corner end of a cafe he's supposed to meet the one and only, James Buchanan Barnes. A sip of coffee and a newspaper to gaze through eased the wait as this was routine by now. The brunet would arrive, tired, and he would suggest therapy - which would be ignored.

"Sorry! I know! I just-"

"Sit down and relax, I got it."

Sam waves for a waiter to bring out another fresh pot of coffee.

This is what happens not long after the arrival of said brunet. As always.

"Don't give me that look, Sam. I don't need therapy."

"I didn't say anything."

But he was certainly thinking of it.

"You don't need to and I already told you."

Those pair of blues were already paling into glassy walls, hiding all the emotions except for anger. It took a shorter time than usual. Not that Sam wasn't counting or anything.

"And you know it'd be impossible for it to happen. No matter what either of us wants, James."

Bucky bit his lip, fingers threading through the longer fringes of his hair as he's sweeping it back. His right knee bounced under the table. He was doing all he can to not lose his cool. He didn't need SHIELD thinking he needs another time-out. It took Sam and him 3 months to sort his "anger" out to be redeemed as field work worthy. Not like he truly cares what SHIELD thinks. This was the only way to comply, out of his own free will, and compromise. If he behaves, Steve gets found faster.

Still a load of shit.

"Why am I still doing this? Why am I still playing pretend WHEN WE SHOULD BE OUT THERE FINDING ST-"

A swift kick to his leg makes him hiss through gritted teeth, Sam gave him a pointed look. A warning. Then a guiding glance to Sam's right shoulder where an unmarked dark car is parked.

It didn't stop Bucky from seething through his nose, or his leg from bouncing further in agitation, but he gets it. If he loses his cool, then it's back to "anger therapy". Or rather shoved into a prison cell to think about what he's done.

He snorts, and Sam idly sips on a fresh brew with a content hum.

"I can't keep doing this. I'm not him." "And neither am I. However, this keeps you seen as being a good lil' soldier."

Sam ignores, but notes, the wince Bucky made.

"Just a few more months of this--"

"You and I both know he doesn't have a few more months."

"I know, that's why I'm the one tracking while you go play nice."

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Stucky - If I Can Turn Back Time

Chapter 1: The Rescue

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"Run, Buck!"

The battering ram slamming repeatedly against the barricaded door is a reminder of how little time they had left. Steve is looking back to the widening blue-greys of one James 'Bucky' Barnes. The SHIELD helicarrier is in sight as the massive hole inside the operation room crumbles brick by brick. There were still flames licking at the singed walls from an earlier missile attack.

"I'll fight them! You get yourself to safety."

He was determined to bring his best friend, the love of his miserable, exhausting, life to safety. It was the least Steve could do after failing him so many decades ago. Bucky - poor Bucky, he was barely out of the frozen box when shouts, gunfire, and a bouncing shield filled his vision. Had woke him from a long slumber. This was the second time he's seen the blond and every minute gave him a clarity that brought shivers down his spine and tears in his eyes.

"I won't let them take you again."

The soft, nearly unheard, statement broke something inside Bucky. The desperation he heard in Steve's voice along with the knowledge that every word said is filled with choked tears. It filled him with anger he had not felt before. It was not the rage from being tortured, from being experimented on, or even the rage he felt when his handlers would use him for other means. No, there was something more human. He felt mad at this blond, this Steve Rogers whose very existence brought forth a string of memories that knots his stomach and makes his heart skip.

　"You get yourself to safety! What the hell do you think you're doing, punk!"

For a moment, Steve paused. His heart pounding heavily in its ribcage and not because of the adrenaline coursing through his veins considering they're still in the fight. No. Staring at the Winter Solder, no. Staring at, Bucky. He couldn't help shedding tears, but he's wiping them before they fall. His fists clenched, shield sturdy against him.

He made his decision.

Solidified it.

And Bucky knew what the expression on Steve's face meant. He ignored the footsteps of SHIELD agents rushing into the room behind them, the whirling of the helicarrier, and shouting for them to hurry.

"I just got my life back. You can't just - leave..."

The last word is so quiet and barely heard over the distorted chorus of noises, but Steve knew.

They both knew.

　 "Don't worry, no matter what happens..." Steve looks to the man he comes to love, the man that he'll fight for until the end of the line. It was heartbreaking. They moved closer together. Steve guided Bucky back towards the helicarrier, Bucky gingerly walking backward in a daze, as their eyes never broke eye contact. The brunet is entirely entranced by the warm love in those beautiful bright blues of a man both his personas were imprinted on.

"I'll come back to you, I promise." Hesitatingly he kisses his best friend, softly with all his love, not caring considering this might be their last moment together. When he pulls back he smiles.

"I love you, Bucky."

He pushes his love into the helicarrier, signaling SHIELD to take him away before diving back into the horde of soldiers bursting into the room as the battering ram breaks through the barricades. Doing what Steve was made to do, he's Captain America once more.

This was his fight.

HYDRA may have started it, but he was ending it.

One way or another.

　 Bucky stares blankly at first, unable to do anything else as he allows others to pull him into the aircraft. But once he realizes his surroundings didn't match where he was prior, he yells for the man, fighting off the agents who have a hold of him.

　He pushes and pulls, angry at the men for allowing the soldier to stay by himself with HYDRA, angry at the soldier for forcing him to relive his love, yet not able to do anything. Angry that Steve was putting himself in danger without allowing help. Angry at himself for not being strong enough to help fight.

Bucky was strong enough to fight off SHIELD, however, and that's exactly what he did. No concern for anybody on the carrier, he thrashes against the group, throwing punches at anybody who dared tried to stop him from jumping out and being with the man he loves. Yet the agents kept coming, weighing him down to the point of exhaustion, and once caught off-guard the others took the chance to cage him, leaving him to his sorrow and self-hatred. 　

Steve didn't know how many he fought until his capture, he didn't care.

His love was safe and that was the most important thing to him. Yet, as he awoke strapped down to some crazed contraption. A scientist smirked in front of him and he could only catch a few Russian phrases, "Wipe him."

That's what got him, and he raged. Raged in his bindings, raged against the gag, and as the machine whirls and sounds.

He shut his eyes.

Steve only pictured his love, only thought of his love because if they thought that they could do to him what they did to Buck.

They were wrong.

Dead wrong.

He'll play their little mind games, because in the end.

They'll all be dead anyways.

Steve shuts his eyes, holding onto that small piece of information that he has of his previous life. The smile of his love, the laughs they shared. That was what was getting him out of this hell hole. Even if he didn't remember who he was or who that person in his mind is. They strapped him into that infernal chair, gagged him, and as he screams he could hear the laughter.

And then there was only silence.

And compliance.

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Logan/Scott - Rising from the Ashes #2

Chapter 2: Barely a Spark

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It's been a week since Logan's outburst.

A month since Scott's last mental breakdown.

A year since they decided to move out to the Canadian wilderness and build a life there in peace.

Whatever life they could have.

More importantly, it's been 3 years since Jean's death.

Three - long and ruthless - years.

The first year left the X-Men in shambles, repairable, but entirely in shambles.

Scott was an absolute mess.

Everyone was.

Yet none of them face the brutal, temptatious, tug that is the remnants of Jean's mental link. It dragged him to follow everywhere she's been. Mindlessly following as if he was only a shadow of the man he use to be and considering how close he was to Jean - how close they were to her - it made sense. Scott, at the time, lived and breathed Jean. Wherever the siren's call beckons, he would follow with no hesitation. Even at times, he would be found staring out aimlessly in the cold dark, standing there in the middle of a hallway, a classroom, the dining hall, or any of the fields outside.

For hours.

No sound.

No sign of living beside the rise and fall of his chest.

Mind out of reach, yet the body is there taking all the beating from the lack of care.

And Logan went with him.

Silently following the man after weeks of everyone in the mansion trying to figure out the best way to get Scott out of this state and back to some means of normalcy.

Normal.

What was normal when you're a mutant?

There was no normal when it came to them.

When it came to Jean.

At first, Logan told himself that he was simply doing what Jean would wish for him to do. Watch after Scott, make sure the boy scout didn't cry when he stubbed his toe, not to poke and prod as he always had done. As he always will do just to get a rise out of the ginger-brunet.

Scott was cute when he's angry, is cute.

Logan didn't know when it had happened, but sometime during Jean's progression into becoming Phoenix led the three of them down a spiraling, yet not so complicated, path of love, lust, and loyalty. His love for Jean outshines whatever attraction he felt towards Scott and Scott felt the same way. Despite that, the perfect duo became a chaotic trio that brought forth so much love, admiration, support, and--.

Logan couldn't let Scott be.

If he's more honest with himself, seeing the dark circles peeking from under the glasses, the withering form of the former X-Men leader, the hoarse whispers for Jean when the man couldn't scream for her anymore. Or the night Logan came across Scott sitting in a bathtub of rising water motionless--.

No.

He couldn't let the man be.

Jean wouldn't want that.

And...

He wouldn't want that either.

It's why, despite his constant denial to himself, he spent the next few years caring for Scott - giving an actual shit for once.

For - always.

He always gave a shit.

Jean knew that too.

She always knew.

Maybe that's why whenever Scott has an episode it was always at a time Logan was awake. Or nearby. Or a moment away from running towards the man he cares deeply for.

Yeah, he won't admit it out loud.

But, he does, without a doubt, gave a shit.

Scott might have known it too.

Every time Logan finds him, he grasps the feral like a lifeline and in many cases this is true. Logan has saved Scott from himself more times than he'd like. He doesn't stop though. And Scott lets him in. Reveals all the vulnerabilities, all the tears, all the shifting emotions, and the fears. All of it. Knowing full well that Logan would sweep the man into his arms and protect him from the world.

It made sense to them.

Perfect sense.

Logan is the last living remnant of Jean Grey.

And he feels the same way with Scott.

They were connected by one common interest, one common love, and one common grief. They mourn her together, they heal together, and they're beginning to understand how to live without her. It wasn't about erasing their memories of her from their minds, although both men were very tempted into doing so considering the line of psychics at speed dial. It was about turning these painful memories into something beautiful.

Remembering the joys they all shared; her laughter, her smile, and their first intimate night as a trio.

All of it into something they could look back on without their hearts shattering again.

Or Scott trying to join her.

Or Logan losing himself to his rage for being the one that...

For being the one that...

"Logan?"

His name is said softly, full of tremors and choked with tears.

Scott needed him again.

Wiping the exhaustion from his eyes, Logan hangs the remaining dishes into the rack, drying his hands on a striped cloth, before turning around to meet the ruby stare of his companion.

Friend?

Lover?

They're still working on it.

"Yeah? What's the matter, boy scout?"

His own tone was just as soft, perhaps more so considering how Scott shifts nervously in front of him. Eye contact was already at the floor just as his shoulders hunched forward. Remaining silent, but his body language spoke more than needed.

Must have been a bad one, Logan thought.

His tongue already clicking at the roof of his mouth.

It meant Scott is withdrawing into his shell.

He doesn't blame him.

They both shared their nights filled with nightmares.

A part of him does wish that Scott wouldn't regress back to this state, not when they spent 2 years moving passed it. The other part reminds him that he's the reason why they're both suffering - it was a reminder that stabbed at him like a hot knife threatening to cut him painfully slow.

Logan ignores the daily annoyance that is his sinking pit of guilt to gently wrap his arms around Scott's waist. Gingerly pulling them close. Brushing his nose along a cheekbone before settling his chin on top the dark red hair. Scott relaxes in his arms. Not instantly, but slowly melts into the comforting embrace. He was no longer tense, but Logan can still smell the remaining tears falling.

"Sorry." "Don't be."

They both meant it.

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Logan/Scott - Rising from the Ashes

Chapter 1: Ashes Left Cold

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"Where are you going?"

"Out!"

The screen door violently slams shut, nearly falling apart by the hinges.

He could care less if the damn thing falls off! Yet, that little voice in his head already reminded him he'd need to fix it when he returns.

If he returns.

A rising growl rumbles forth like a roll of thunder.

The rage within biting and clawing its way out of its steel cage until he's letting all of his vicious anger out on the nearest object he sees.

Pure seething red fills his vision.

The barrel didn't stand a chance. Not when he's chucking it across the yard. Kicking at lawn furniture until that primal rage takes completely over.

Snikt!

In seconds, adamantium claws are raking across the shed exterior, slicing logs into half, digging deeply, and dragging along the side door of an old rundown pickup truck.

All the while an unholy snarl rips through him.

It was no man, no beast, nothing but the spawns of hell could come close to replicating.

He didn't know how long he went berserk.

He didn't know the full extent of the damage he's caused.

What he does know - is the feeling of arms gripping him tightly from behind as he's flailing wildly.

Saliva froths at the mouth, bright eyes were nothing but dark dull coals of a rabid animal.

"Logan!"

Another flail, nearly tossing them both onto the ground.

He needed to escape.

To run.

To be free.

"Logan! Stop."

The last word was a choked sob barely uttered, but he knew.

He heard it all the same.

"I miss her too."

The scent of salt is in the air, the feeling of wet tears soaking into the red flannel shirt.

The sound of hiccuping sobs, the grip around him tightening, yet never to imprison him.

If anything it was a call for comfort.

The crimson that stained his vision fades. The sight of the shed's metal walls torn open, sliced lawn furniture, and pickup truck's doors pried and slashed apart didn't make him wince. He already knew what his rage brought - repeatedly knew, just as the sinking guilt was a welcoming feeling. Reminding him that his inner beast was satiated for the moment. What did make him wince is the desperation in Scott's voice as the man is buckling to his knees, barely able to hold onto Logan's form anymore.

Scott never touched the ground.

Logan would never let him.

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I’m losing my mind at the implications that this show was so gay that two men kissing wasn’t going to add to it’s gayness

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It's made pretty obvious the the Detective is absolutely exhausted- like in the Book 3 demo when they mention finding time to advertise the blood drive between everything else.

How would the ROs react to finding the MC passed out on one of the common room couches- especially if they fell asleep surrounded by work or research?

Yeah, the MC is sooo tired in Book Three, lol! I actually hadn't planned this, and it wasn't until Nai pointed it out that I realised :D

At this point in the romance?

Adam/Ava: Would feel an ounce of pride that the MC had been working so hard and so late, for a start :D But then they would probably be torn between waking the MC or leaving them, in the end just tidying around them to try and make them comfier, possibly throwing their jacket over them (could they have used a blanket? Yes. Did they unconsciously want the MC to know they care and that's why they used their jacket? Yes, definitely!)

Nate/Nat: Would try to wake the MC carefully in order to help them to an actual bed so they didn't ache in the morning, while gently saying that the MC shouldn't push themself so hard until they pass out at their desk.

Felix/Farah: Would probably just watch the MC for a while with a happy smile and then sit with them until they woke up, not wanting to disturb them but wanting to be there in case they needed anything.

Mason/Morgan: "Hey, what are you doing? You're human, You're going to have a stiff neck if you sleep like that." Lift their chin to check their face for exhaustion. "Go to bed already." Then walk with them to make sure they actually went, lol.

Thank you so much for the ask! :)

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Page from the upcoming Wolverine 25.

A bathroom, huh? I think Kurt is supposed to be throwing up? But that’s not what it looks like… and is is physically possible to have a pee with your legs so far apart? This is beyond parody. Who’s the guy he’s chatting up over the jukebox? When I wrote, in fanfic, about him reminiscing about the gay bar in San Francisco, I was joking, but evidently it’s canon.

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Sanji wip

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Can't mansplain manipulate manslaughter my way out of this one

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