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livingforkastle · 22 days ago

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The One Who Leaves

(Aftermath)

part 2.

frank castle x karen page

happy ending <3

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(read part 1 before reading part 2! set after s2)

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The hallway was gloomy, cloaked in the kind of stillness that made even a breath feel too loud. Karen Page had only meant to throw away a stack of old case files, her mind numbly cycling through to-do lists to avoid the ache she lived with daily.

But then she heard it—the slow, heavy cadence of boots on concrete, each step dragging like it had weight beyond the physical. A shape loomed at the stairwell, too deliberate to be harmless, and her body tensed instinctively. Her hand nearly reached for the pepper spray in her coat pocket, but then—

"Karen."

Her name. Ragged and low, like a prayer torn in half. Her heart stopped. Just stopped. Her spine went cold, then hot, then cold again. She turned, hesitant, afraid she’d conjured the voice herself—because how could it be?

But it was. Frank Castle stood at the base of the stairwell, real as the ache she never could quite quiet. He looked like he'd stepped out of her nightmares and her dreams at the same time.

He wore a dark hoodie, rain-slick and clinging, making him look more spectral than man. The sleeves were shoved halfway up, revealing arms still scarred, still solid, still his. His beard was gone, stripped clean like he was trying to peel himself back to something simpler, something before all the blood. His hair was cut close again—like a soldier trying to remember order amidst chaos.

But those eyes… they hadn’t changed. Not really. Still storm-soaked, still dark with grief, still holding the weight of the world—and maybe a little of her, too.

"Frank?" Her voice cracked on his name. She needed to say it aloud, just to ground herself. He nodded, barely. His eyes lingered on her for a good few seconds before he looked away.

"Can I come in? Just for a second." He mumbled away.

She should have asked why now? or what for?, but her body betrayed her first—nodding, stepping back, unlocking the door like it was instinct. Like some part of her had always been waiting. She moved on autopilot, legs stiff, heart screaming. The door opened. He stepped inside.

He didn’t move far. Just past the threshold, he stood like he didn’t belong, like the air itself would reject him. Karen hovered by the kitchen, unsure of what to do with her hands, her breath, her entire chest. "You want water or…?" she asked, her voice too soft, too practiced in pretending calm.

"No, I—I just needed to see you."

The words landed like a blow. She staggered inward, resting lightly on the counter like the contact might keep her anchored. Her lips parted, but she only nodded, as if that sentence hadn’t just cracked her open.

Frank took it as a lifeline and kept going. His hand dragged across his jaw, like he was trying to chase the words out with friction. His jaw clenched, like every syllable hurt.

"Haven’t been sleeping. And when I do, it’s loud in my head," His voice gruff and firm. "You ever just...keep replaying things until you can’t tell if it already happened or if it’s about to?" He was circling, afraid of the center. His eyes darted from her to the wall, like he couldn’t quite bear looking her full in the face.

She swallowed. God, she knew. She knew that feeling all too well. But she gave him truth, like always. "Yeah, all the time." She whispered gently.

Frank’s gaze dropped to the floor like shame had physically bowed him. "I kept thinkin’ about the way you looked that night. When I left. Like you knew I was never coming back." His voice cracked there, unguarded. He hated himself for it—she could hear it in the tremble.

Karen's arms wrapped around her ribs, holding in a pain that was clawing up her throat. She looked away, biting the inside of her cheek so hard, she swore she tasted blood. "I did. I did know. You...you always leave, Frank."

He exhaled shakily at her words like the words flayed him. And maybe they did. "I know. And I ain’t proud of it." A pause, thick with regret. He stepped forward, just barely. "What do you think that was for, Karen? Me staying away was the best favor I could do for you. It kept you safe...'cause I’m not."

Desperation laced his voice now. The kind that could collapse a person. His haunted and pleading eyes locked onto her being.

Karen looked at him then. Really looked. And the pain in her was too much to mask. "Then why now? Why are you here?" Her voice cracked, the tremble in it unmistakable.

She was so damn tired of trying to read between the lines with him–of waiting for half-truths and silences to fill in what he wouldn’t say. Every time she thought she understood him, he vanished. And now here he was again, breaking the quiet with just enough honesty to tear her open.

He swallowed hard, eyes flickering like they couldn’t bear her face—but he made himself look. Cowards look away. And Frank Castle was many things, but never that. His fingers ran over the back of his neck, restless. He was scared of what he might say or do at any moment.

"Cause every time I thought I was doing the right thing by staying away, it felt wrong. Every damn day. I’m not good with this stuff, Karen, you know that. But there’s not a day that goes by that I’m not—"

He broke off. His jaw locked again. He couldn’t say it. The words were too big, too terrifying. Karen waited, breath shallow. His eyes lifted, wet but not falling. And that was somehow worse.

"I kept tryin’ to picture what comes next, ya know? The after. I knew I didn’t have one. Makes sense when someone like me doesn’t get that." His voice softened into something frayed and unraveling.

His heart slammed against his ribs like it was trying to escape. He’d stared down death more times than he could count, clawed his way back from hell and worse—but this? Standing here, with her looking at him like that? It made him feel like he was going to detonate from the inside out.

Words can be too big, too terrifying. He knew. God, he knew. But she's never been afraid of him or his words. So, he tells her the truth. "But I realized...I don’t see one because it isn’t real without you in it."

She felt it like a punch to the ribs. Her knees went weak. All she could do was brace herself harder against the counter. That was the cruelest part—how even after everything, her body still wanted to run to him.

For a moment, the room was swallowed in silence. Not the kind that begged to be filled—but the kind that settled, thick and unforgiving. Karen didn’t speak. The weight of his words clung to the air like smoke, and all she could do was stand there, barely breathing.

But the moment had dragged long enough. The silence wasn’t helping—it only made the ache sharper, the distance louder. It was sudden, sure, but staying quiet wouldn’t fix any of it. She straightened. Her voice was brittle when she asked, "Is this you figuring it out?"

"I don't know," he rasped. There was a hollow honesty in it that made her want to cry. He didn’t know anything anymore. Didn’t trust the ground beneath him, didn’t trust the sky to hold. But he trusted this. Trusted her.

"But what I know is that I’m here ’cause I can’t keep pretending I’m fine without you. I knew it from the start. The fact that I keep wanting to come back, and I know I don’t deserve it, but I still do. And that—that scares the hell outta me."

His voice broke for real this time. And neither of them flinched. She noticed that he was going all out. Lashing. Begging. Reasoning. That made her convinced that he too wants this.

Karen finally stepped towards him, still quite a distance between them. Her voice came like a balm, but it was laced with steel. "Frank, you don’t get to decide what you deserve alone. I get a say too."

He knew this. She was a woman who gets her say in it and always had, whether he liked it or not. "You, men, always assume I want this and want that and I'm sick of it, okay? I am. So listen to me, once and for all."

She placed a hand on his chest, feeling his heart beat rapidly. "After everything, all the fights and silence, all the nights you walked away, I want you to understand this, Frank. I’ve been standing here, waiting, even when it tore me apart," His lips thinned at that and placed his hands on hers, squeezing it.

Still, she continued. "You leave like it’s nothing, and it shatters me every time. But then you come back, broken and desperate like you always do. So tell me...what does that mean? What kind of ‘after’ is this, if you keep running and I keep catching?"

He let out a shaky breath, eyes moved to the floor. “It means I’m scared, Karen.” His voice was low, like he hated saying it out loud. “Not of the pain. Not of dying. I’ve done that already, more times than I can count.”

He looked up, and the weight behind his eyes hit like a blow. ��I’m scared of this. Of you. Of makin’ it real and suddenly havin’ something to lose again. I don’t know if I can survive that twice.”

She let go of her hand on his chest as he followed along. Karen stepped in, close enough that he could feel her warmth, hear the steadiness in her breath. “Frank…that fear? It makes you human. We’re all scared of something. But it’s not about never being afraid, it’s about who you want next to you when you are.”

She paused, her voice softening like a balm over a wound. “You don’t have to carry it all alone anymore. None of us were meant to. And you—” she swallowed, but held his gaze “—you come back because part of you knows that, even if you won’t say it.” Her hand reached for his, intertwining their fingers this time.

“We’re all just trying not to be alone, remember?" She gave him a small smile, giving him a nudge. His lips twitched at those words and her smile. He remembered that moment all too well.

He looked down at their intertwined hands. "I'm not the man I used to be, Karen. Or maybe, I've always been like this. The point is...I don't know myself anymore," He ranted, rubbing his thumb back and forth against her hand. "But I want to try. I want to stay. Because when I imagine my after, Karen…it only makes sense if it’s with you." He said that last sentence in a whisper.

Her heart cracked open. The tears came. But she smiled through them—trembling, radiant. She reached out her other hand and cradled his face. Not believing this moment. He leaned into it–broken, starved, worshipful. Like it was the only warmth he’d felt in years.

"Then stay." It was final, decided and locked. "I’ll be here while you figure yourself out."

He hesitated. One heartbeat. Two. The air between them held still, like even the world didn’t want to interrupt. His eyes dropped to her lips, then her eyes again–searching, afraid to believe. Then he breathed, barely more than a whisper. “Okay.”

It broke something open in her.

Karen didn’t rush. She stepped forward slowly, like the gravity between them was pulling her in inch by inch. Her arms slid around his waist, tentative at first, then firmer, like she was giving herself permission to hold on this time. And he let her. No flinching. No turning away. He folded into her like a man finally giving up the fight.

She felt it in his body—the slow unraveling of tension, the weight he carried for too long beginning to settle into her embrace. He pressed his face into the crook of her neck, breathing her in like it hurt to remember what comfort felt like.

And then, he pulled back just enough to look at her. His brow drawn, eyes flicking between hers like he still couldn’t quite believe she was real. She nodded. Just once, small, certain.

That was all it took.

Frank leaned in, slowly. Each inch deliberate, as if afraid the moment might shatter if he moved too fast. His lips met hers with a reverence that made her chest tighten, like this kiss was a sacred promise forged in pain and hope. It trembled, fragile and raw, like it hurt to feel this much and still choose to stay. But he stayed.

She responded with everything she had. The ache of years spent waiting, the forgiveness she’d never spoken aloud, and the quiet, stubborn love that never left her heart. Her hands found his neck, pulling him closer, needing to feel this truth written on his skin.

The world faded to nothing but the two of them—breath mingling, hearts racing in painful harmony. It wasn’t rushed or desperate. It was patient, slow, a balm to wounds neither dared to name aloud.

When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together, breaths ragged but steady.

His eyes met hers—no words needed. This was the beginning they had both been too scared to hope for. And for the first time in a long time, it felt right.

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that's it, guys!! really enjoyed writing this two-part story. i apologise if it's simple or fast-paced.

i just want to put meaning in how frank and karen leave/meet each other. frank sucks at talking so i purposely prolong the emotions/details more (basically fillers lol).

let me know how y'all feel about this! idk, i might write more in the future but i can't promise that at all :( other than that, i'm just back to ranting and reblogging about kastle ♡

#frank castle #karen page #kastle #the punisher #frank castle x karen page #frank castle and karen page fanfic #marvel #i just know they burn for each other #frank castle is a yearner canon #just tell her you love her dumbass

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kotias · 3 months ago

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WIP - Season 16 fic - Cas coming out of the Empty

1:24 A.M.

“So, if I’m not wrong… this is what, Kama?”

Eileen shrugged, her eyes seared into Sam’s for a moment, shining bright under the soft lights of the library.

“You’re beautiful,” he let out in a breath, catching her eyes jumping to his lips, then looking away, a blush growing on her cheeks. You are, he insisted with a few signs.

A groan of depreciation resonated on his left.

Dum

1:51 A.M.

Let’s be serious now, she signed, concentrating back on the large volume she was reading, her cheeks remaining rosey for a few minutes, the ring on her finger catching his eye.

He reached across the table, grabbed her hand and pulled it gently towards him, kissing her palm.

Dum

2:15 A.M.

This was a long evening and night; Dean had made the decision to drop out of the case as they found the connection with Kama and Rati, gods of love and carnal desire, working hand in hand together, his final words demanding that you two lovebirds be a little silent this time.

“We’re not going to-“ Sam had started arguing, but truthfully…

Well, maybe Dean had been a little right to issue that warning.

And evidently, they had not listened to him.

Dum

2:49 A.M.

Wait.

Was that the third time he heard that dull sound?

The first time, he hadn’t quite paid attention.

The second time, he’d attributed it to one of the odd sounds the bunker could give out at times.

Now, this third time? It was getting odd.

Dum

3:00 A.M.

It was getting too insistent, Sam thought.

Are you feeling this?

Eileen nodded, raising an eyebrow.

They stood up in silence, grabbing each an angel blade, and walked into the corridors leading to the interrogation room.

DUM

Now, this one rattled the walls around them; there was no possible doubt, something was happening.

Sam raised a hand in front of Eileen, his senses alert. Go get Dean. She nodded and ran the other way.

DUM

This was as close to an earthquake as it came; the walls were vibrating, almost shivering from the influence of whatever the fuck was attempting to breach them. It was coming from the interrogation room, it seemed; he opened the door, silently and carefully, slithering into the room and concealing his weapon.

Now…

That was a vision of nightmares.

A vortex of black ooze had opened, twirling and throbbing against the back wall, opening and closing, clenching against the concrete with long, thin, dark tentacles stretching towards the corners.

DUM

This one made him jump and nearly scream. It was loud, obnoxiously so, and it felt almost like it was seeping into his skin, leaving behind it the sick traces of fear.

A hand, gigantic and covered in the dark substance reached into the room, scratching against the floor with fingers bigger than Sam, looking for a point of anchor that it didn’t seem to find.

It was pulled back into the vortex, despite its best, desperate efforts to stay in their plane, and Sam caught a cold shiver running down his spine.

DUM

He whined in pain, covering his ears and sliding against the wall; this was- this was nowhere near anything human. He didn’t know what it was, but the best he could hope for- pray for, was that this thing wouldn’t find its way into the bunker. All he could hope for was for this vortex to close back against it.

He barely caught the sound of the door opening and closing next to him, and nearly jumped when Eileen placed a hand on his shoulder.

“What the fuck is that?” Dean whispered as he lowered himself down to his level, and Sam… shook his head, his mind unable to grasp at anything that would allow him to speak.

DUM

Another, deafening drumming in the air, which came with aftershocks this time; long, strong aftershocks that rang into their ears and twisted their guts like they were nothing but some stress-relief balls.

To Sam’s horror, the hand reappeared, this time reaching further, and a finger hooked against one of the armoured shelves and pulled forward, forcing a forearm, an arm, a shoulder out; a head, hooded with the dark ooze, pulled out; then came the other shoulder, and slowly but surely, the room was getting far too small to welcome a being of that size. The being’s elbow knocked against a wall, and Sam watched it crack.

Fuck.

DUM

The pain of that sound was debilitating. He couldn’t think, he could barely breathe, and all his senses were entranced by that torture to his soul; it felt like it was being torn apart as the being pulled itself further in, before it stopped.

And it seemed to come to the same conclusion as they did; it shrank down; slowly, but enough so that it could continue stepping into the plane of the humans, forcing itself out with grunts and screeches that were nothing human.

When, at last, its final foot was out, it had almost gotten to a human size, the ooze sliding off of its body. It shivered, and with that, two large, black, wet wings unfurled behind it in drumming thunder.

The vortex behind the being, finally losing the battle, closed behind it in a dramatic whirl and growling expiration.

Silence, at last.

Sam could feel Eileen’s trembling hand reaching for his, and he wrapped his fingers around hers in comfort. Dean, on the other hand, stood back on his feet, raising slowly, holding his angel blade tightly. “Angel thunder,” he said in a breath, his eyes shining with defiance.

He was right; this was the exact sound that an angel made when they would reveal themselves to the world.

The angel, or at least the form of it, rose fully to their feet and opened their eyes; blindingly light, celestial blue, easily breeching the barrier of the black ooze falling down their face like a curtain.

“Hello, Dean,” they said with a low, heavy voice that was all too familiar.

When Sam looked up… he saw a single tear running down Dean’s cheek.

#supernatural #spn season 16 #dean winchester #sam winchester #eileen leahy #castiel #destiel #the empty

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let-me-be-an-egg-toast · 1 year ago

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CHAPTER 1: THE BIG SLEEP PROLOGUE - SCENE 1 - SCENE 2

CUT TO: EXT. UNKNOWN WAREHOUSE - NIGHT (DOWNPOUR) MURPHY walks in front of the warehouse, all of its large gates opened, revealing the empty darkness from within the establishment. He looks around warily, checking for hidden agents, anchors, anything. [UNKNOWN]: Hello, Mr. Law. MURPHY quickly turns his head to the warehouse, and a pair of floating round glasses at one of its gates looked back at him in the pouring rain, edges glistening in the moonlight. This was O5-1, and all we can tell you is she's no longer welcomed to the Foundation. For purposes we will still be using her former title. Her body could not be seen, the darkness of the warehouse completely covering it without even a hint of her silhouette, adding eerieness to her presence before him. Guessing based on the height of her glasses, she had to be a bit taller than him. MURPHY exasperatedly sighs. MURPHY: Jesus toots - couldn't you have chosen a better place to stand in? O5-1: I'm easily recognizable except when I'm in complete shadow, Mr. Law. Apologies if I startled you. MURPHY silently scoffs. MURPHY: [sarcastic] Oh no need to worry - I'm more concerned on other things. O5-1: [serious] Well I hope they don't distract you Murphy, because right now I need your utmost focus and trust. She sighs. O5-1: Look- She steps out of the gate, revealing her tall frame cloaked in a long coat. Her glasses were perched in front of a blank, porcelain mask. Her hands were covered in white gloves, with one of them holding a mysterious suitcase, rain now hitting and dripping off of it. Despite only a slight difference in height, her appearance makes her feel as if she were towering over MURPHY. O5-1: -I am going to say this as quick as I can. I know you have your reasons. You have every right not to trust me at this moment, but I want you to do so - if only for this once. See, this- She lifts the luggage up, drops of water scattering from it. MURPHY's gaze drifts towards it. O5-1: This is bigger than you and me. Bigger than any of us. All I can tell you right now that it is important we destroy this, as quickly as we can. MURPHY eyes it warily, suspicion slowly crawling inside like a snake inching towards its gullible prey. MURPHY: Why me? Why not one of your squadrons or agents? One of them has to still be loyal to you. She sighs. O5-1: All of them are under a tight leash by my...former co-workers. But you're not. You're not connected to any authority; and that's exactly what I need right now. MURPHY opens his mouth to speak until O5-1 cut him off. O5-1: Look, we wasted too much time. I'll tell you more in the drive, but we need to get going- A bullet suddenly zips past the both of them, putting a hole in the concrete wall behind O5-1, mere milimeters from her head, causing her and MURPHY to immediately back away. O5-1: -now. Without another word, she quickly grabs MURPHY's wrist and bolts away, dragging him with her. Another shot rang dangerously between the two of them, almost hitting MURPHY in the process. Splatters from shallow rain puddles echoed their every footstep in the night as they darted through the rain. More bullets rapidly followed their trail like greyhounds to rabbits, hitting against walls of concrete or glass. They finally reached the car, quickly climbing in as O5-1 hurried MURPHY. O5-1: [panicked] GO GO GO- MURPHY: [muttering] Don't have to tell me twice, woman. MURPHY grimaced as he sent the gas pedal to the floor, sending the vehicle 80mph, its tires loudly skidding from the speed. They went off into the distance, to God knows where.

#scp 3143 #scp-3143 #scp oc

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arthangingsolution · 22 days ago

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Hanging Pictures from the Ceiling with Wire: A Stylish Display Technique

When it comes to displaying artwork or photos, most people default to hanging frames on the wall. But if you're looking for a more dynamic, gallery-style, or unconventional look—hanging pictures from the ceiling with wire is a creative and modern alternative.

Whether you're aiming for a floating art display, have concrete walls, or want to avoid damage to painted surfaces, ceiling-mounted picture hanging is both functional and aesthetic.

Why Hang Pictures from the Ceiling?

There are several reasons to choose ceiling wire hanging over traditional wall mounts:

Flexibility: Rearranging or rotating artwork becomes simple without patching or repainting walls.

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Great for Rentals: Ideal for renters who want stylish interiors without damaging walls.

Creative Layouts: It allows multi-layered, suspended, or staggered arrangements not possible with fixed hooks.

What You'll Need

To hang pictures from the ceiling using wire, gather the following materials:

Ceiling hooks or anchors (toggle bolts for drywall ceilings)

Steel wire or nylon cord (depending on weight)

Picture hooks or adjustable cable grippers

Measuring tape

Level

Pliers and scissors

Optional: Decorative chains, curtain tracks, or ceiling-mounted rail systems for an even cleaner finish.

Step-by-Step Guide

1. Plan Your Layout

Before installing anything, plan where you want each picture to hang. Measure the ceiling height and the distance you want each frame to drop. Mark your hook points on the ceiling accordingly.

2. Install Ceiling Hooks

Drill holes and insert ceiling anchors suitable for your ceiling type (drywall, plaster, or concrete). Secure hooks or mounting hardware.

3. Cut and Attach the Wire

Cut the wire to your desired length, allowing extra inches for knots or adjustments. Use wire clamps or crimping sleeves for security. Attach one end to the ceiling hook and the other to your picture frame.

4. Adjust and Align

Hang the picture and check alignment. Adjust the length or tension of the wire to ensure it’s level. If you’re using two wires for better balance, ensure equal length on both sides.

5. Secure the Frame

Make sure the frame is properly supported and doesn’t tilt. Some systems allow vertical sliding adjustment even after installation—perfect for fine-tuning.

Pro Tips for a Clean Look

Use transparent or coated wire for a minimal appearance.

Group frames vertically for a cascading effect.

Use a gallery hanging system with a rail and sliding cables for professional results.

Balance weight distribution if using heavier frames—double-wire supports can prevent tilting.

Safety First

Always check the weight capacity of your ceiling and hooks. For heavy frames, consider using ceiling joists or stud finders to anchor into solid support.

Final Thoughts

Hanging pictures from the ceiling with wire is an innovative solution that adds a modern, artistic feel to any room. Whether you're enhancing a gallery wall or creating a unique photo display, this method opens up endless possibilities for creative interior design. With the right tools and planning, you can transform your space without ever touching the walls.

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ananka-fasteners · 1 month ago

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Anchor Bolts Explained: Types, Uses & Top Manufacturers

Anchor bolts are a vital part of modern construction, providing secure connections between structural elements and concrete foundations. Their primary role is to transfer loads and ensure the integrity of various building components, from steel columns to heavy machinery bases.

In this article, we explore anchor bolts in depth, covering their types, materials, installation methods, industry standards, and top suppliers in the market.

What Are Anchor Bolts?

Anchor bolts are custom-engineered fasteners that are embedded into concrete to anchor and support structural loads securely. One end of the bolt is fixed into the concrete (either during pouring or after curing), while the other end remains threaded for attaching structural parts like steel beams, columns, or equipment bases. Their main function is to provide stability against vertical loads, tension, and shear forces.

Different Types of Anchor Bolts

Depending on the application and environment, different types of anchor bolts are used. Here's a breakdown:

1. L-Type Anchor Bolts

Design: Bent in an “L” shape to prevent the bolt from pulling out of the concrete.

Common Use: Attaching steel columns, poles, and support structures.

2. J-Type Anchor Bolts

Design: Shaped like a ��J”, offering high holding strength.

Common Use: Securing heavy equipment and building frames.

3. Wedge Anchors

Design: Mechanical anchors that expand upon tightening.

Common Use: Fastening items to solid concrete surfaces.

4. Sleeve Anchors

Design: Have an outer sleeve that expands.

Adaptability: Works in concrete, brick, or block.

Usage: Medium-duty applications like fencing or handrails.

5. Drop-In Anchors

Design: Features internal threads and is installed using a specialized setting tool.

Advantage: Flush finish after installation.

Usage: Ceilings, overhead lighting, or hanging applications.

6. Headed Anchor Bolts

Design: Feature a hex or square head, embedded into concrete for superior retention.

Common Use: Used in structural steel and concrete anchoring.

7. Swedged Anchor Bolts

Design: Have ridges or indentations along the shank to lock into concrete.

Common Use: Often used in precast concrete connections.

Materials Used in Anchor Bolt Manufacturing

Anchor bolts are manufactured using various materials based on strength, corrosion resistance, and environmental conditions:

Mild Steel (A36, A307)

Alloy Steel (A193 B7, etc.)

Stainless Steel (304, 316, 310) – Offers excellent corrosion resistance in marine or chemical environments.

Duplex & Super Duplex Steels

Corrosion-Resistant Alloys (Inconel, Monel, Hastelloy)

Non-Ferrous Metals (Brass, Bronze, Copper-Nickel)

Each material offers unique advantages based on mechanical strength, corrosion resistance, and temperature endurance.

Standards and Specifications for Anchor Bolts

Anchor bolts are installed in two primary ways:

ASTM F1554 – Covers grades 36, 55, and 105 for construction anchor bolts.

ASTM A307 – Specifies carbon steel bolts for general-purpose applications.

ASTM A193/A194 – For high-strength and high-temperature applications.

ASME B18 Series – Dimensional and mechanical specifications.

DIN, ISO, EN, BS – International standards for design and performance.

Applications of Anchor Bolts

To ensure durability in various environments, anchor bolts are often treated with protective finishes:

Commercial Construction: Fastening structural steel to concrete bases.

Industrial Plants: Mounting machinery, motors, and equipment.

Transportation Infrastructure: Supporting road signs, guardrails, and barriers.

Telecom & Energy Sectors: Anchoring towers, wind turbines, and generators.

Marine Industry – For piers, shipyards, and offshore platforms.

Their ability to hold structural loads and resist harsh environments makes them indispensable across sectors.

Anchor Bolt Installation Techniques

There are two primary methods of installing anchor bolts:

1. Cast-In-Place Installation

The bolt is positioned in the mold before concrete pouring.

Offers a permanent and highly secure anchoring method.

Suitable for new construction.

2. Post-Installed Anchoring

Installed into pre-hardened concrete using drilling equipment.

Includes mechanical (wedge, sleeve) and chemical (epoxy/resin) types.

Ideal for renovations or when retrofitting equipment.

Tips for Installation:

Always follow the manufacturer's recommended embedment depth.

Use calibrated torque wrenches for tightening.

Maintain proper edge distances to prevent concrete cracking.

Protective Coatings and Finishes

To ensure durability in various environments, anchor bolts are often treated with protective finishes:

Hot-Dip Galvanized

Zinc Electroplating

Teflon or Xylan Coating

Epoxy Powder Coating

Electropolished Finish (for stainless steel)

Choosing the right coating depends on the application environment, marine, industrial, or chemical exposure.

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Ananka Group serves industries across the USA, UAE, UK, Germany, Australia, and other global markets.

Conclusion

Anchor bolts form the backbone of structural stability in construction and industrial engineering. Available in various types, materials, and standards, these bolts are foundational to structural integrity and safety. Choosing the right type of anchor bolt and working with a reliable manufacturer like Ananka Group ensures long-term performance and compliance with industry standards.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)

Q1. Can anchor bolts be reused after removal?In most cases, especially with cast-in-place and epoxy anchors, reuse is not recommended. Mechanical anchors might be reused if undamaged, but it's not standard practice.

Q2. How do I choose the correct anchor bolt?Consider load type, material strength, environmental conditions, and the required embedment depth.

Q3. What is the difference between wedge and sleeve anchors?Wedge anchors are ideal for solid concrete and provide stronger holding, while sleeve anchors work better in masonry and less dense materials.

Q4. Which material offers the best corrosion resistance?Stainless steel 316 and special alloys like Monel or Inconel offer excellent resistance in corrosive or marine environments.

Q5. What certifications are important when buying anchor bolts?Look for ASTM, ISO, or EN compliance along with Material Test Certificates (MTC) to ensure quality and traceability.

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Colorbond Fence Installation Brisbane: Durable, Stylish and Built for Queensland Conditions

Choosing the right fencing solution for your Brisbane property isn’t just about marking boundaries—it’s about privacy, security, aesthetics, and longevity. As weather conditions, urban density, and visual preferences evolve across South East Queensland, Colorbond fence installation in Brisbane has become a go-to option for homeowners and businesses alike.

More than just a sleek, modern-looking material, Colorbond offers unmatched durability, design flexibility, and resistance to the elements. In this guide, we’ll walk through why Colorbond fencing continues to dominate the Brisbane market, what the installation process looks like, and how to choose the right contractor for the job.

What Is Colorbond and Why Is It Ideal for Fencing?

Colorbond is a pre-painted steel product manufactured by BlueScope, developed specifically for the Australian climate. It’s made with a zinc-aluminium core for rust resistance, a durable baked-on paint finish, and a design that allows for minimal maintenance over time.

For fencing, Colorbond panels are commonly installed between steel posts and rails to create a clean-lined, highly secure, and weather-resistant boundary. In Brisbane—where harsh sun, humidity, storms, and varying soil conditions can take a toll—Colorbond performs exceptionally well.

Key benefits of Colorbond fencing include:

Corrosion resistance, even in coastal or high-moisture zones

Low maintenance, with no need for repainting or sealing

Non-combustible, making it suitable for bushfire-prone areas

Clean, modern design with multiple colours and profile options

Enhanced privacy with no gaps or footholds

With such practical advantages, it’s no surprise that more locals are turning to trusted providers like EVO Landscapes colorbond fence installation brisbane to help them transform their properties with this high-performance material.

Where Colorbond Fencing Works Best in Brisbane

From suburban backyards to commercial properties and acreage sites, Colorbond fencing is suitable for a wide range of applications, including:

Residential boundary fencing – Secure and stylish, ideal for homes with pets or children.

Privacy screens and side gates – Effective at blocking views and reducing noise.

Pool enclosures – Fully compliant options available when installed to Australian Standards.

Garden divisions and retaining walls – Blends easily with landscaping and hardscape designs.

Commercial perimeters – Provides a low-maintenance, professional finish for business premises.

Whether you live in leafy Kenmore or coastal Wynnum, Colorbond adapts to the character of the suburb while providing year-round protection from Brisbane’s elements.

Curious how landscaping and fencing come together in a cohesive outdoor design? Check out this Tumblr blog post on modern garden structures for visual inspiration.

The Installation Process: What to Expect

Installing a Colorbond fence isn’t just a matter of dropping in panels. It requires careful planning, ground preparation, accurate levelling, and proper anchoring for long-term stability. Here's a general overview of what to expect:

1. Site Inspection and Measurement

An experienced installer will assess site slope, soil type, existing boundaries, and access. This is when decisions around panel height, colour, and layout are finalised.

2. Marking Out and Post Installation

Once approved, the boundary is marked and holes are drilled for posts, which are then concreted into position. Attention to spacing and level is critical.

3. Panel Assembly and Mounting

Colorbond sheets are then slid into position between rails and posts. The structure is secured with specialised fixings to withstand Brisbane’s weather extremes.

4. Finishing Touches

Capping rails, post caps, and gates are added for function and visual polish. Clean-up and removal of any leftover materials are also handled.

When working with professionals like EVO Landscapes colorbond fence installation brisbane, the process is efficient and tailored to the property’s unique features, including sloping blocks or shared boundary requirements.

Customising Your Colorbond Fence

Colorbond fences don’t have to be “one-size-fits-all.” They’re highly customisable, and this flexibility allows for a design that complements your home or commercial space.

Popular choices include:

Panel Heights: Typically 1.5m to 2.1m, depending on privacy needs.

Colours: From neutral tones like Surfmist and Basalt to deeper shades like Monument or Woodland Grey.

Lattice and slat extensions: Add aesthetic detail or boost height.

Stepped or raked designs: Accommodate sloped ground while maintaining consistency.

For creative takes on combining Colorbond with timber or stone, this Tumblr guide on landscape fusion highlights trends in layered fencing and structure.

Regulations and Brisbane Council Requirements

Before any fencing project begins, it’s important to check local council regulations. In Brisbane, most fences under 2m in height at the rear or side boundary do not require approval, but there are exceptions—particularly when fences are near roadways, involve retaining walls, or sit on flood-prone land.

Your installer should:

Confirm height and boundary compliance

Consult with neighbours when required under QLD law

Ensure setbacks and easement access are preserved

Provide wind rating adjustments if required

A provider like EVO Landscapes colorbond fence installation brisbane will handle these requirements for you, helping to avoid delays or compliance issues down the track.

Comparing Colorbond with Other Fencing Options

Still deciding if Colorbond is the right material for your needs? Here’s how it stacks up against common alternatives:

For most Brisbane conditions, Colorbond offers the best balance of resilience, ease of care, and value over time.

Maintenance Tips to Keep Your Fence Looking Sharp

Although Colorbond is low-maintenance, a little care ensures it looks great for years to come:

Hose down panels occasionally, especially in coastal areas

Trim back nearby shrubs or trees to prevent scratching

Avoid placing soil or mulch against panels to reduce corrosion risk at the base

Check post stability annually if installed on sloped or clay ground

A simple seasonal inspection and clean can go a long way in preserving your fence’s lifespan and appearance.

Final Thoughts

If you’re looking for a fence that delivers privacy, security, and style—all while standing up to Brisbane’s challenging climate—Colorbond fence installation may be the answer. Whether it’s a suburban yard makeover or a complete boundary upgrade for a commercial site, the benefits of Colorbond steel are hard to match.

For a professional installation backed by experience and attention to detail, EVO Landscapes colorbond fence installation brisbane offers trusted solutions tailored to your site, budget, and vision.

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Explore the Full Range of Fasteners Available on Pipex

In the fast-paced world of manufacturing, construction, and industrial applications, choosing the right fastener can make all the difference in performance, durability, and safety. Pipex.ai, a leading e-commerce platform for B2B sourcing, offers a comprehensive range of fasteners to meet the diverse needs of industries across the globe. Whether you're a large-scale manufacturer or a small workshop, we have the right fastening solution for every job.

Let’s explore the full spectrum of fasteners available on Pipex and understand their specifications and applications.

1. Bolts

Specifications:

Materials: Stainless steel, carbon steel, alloy steel

Thread types: Coarse and fine thread

Grades: Grade 5, Grade 8, ASTM A325, DIN standards

Sizes: M4 to M100 (metric), ¼” to 4” (imperial)

Applications: Bolts are ideal for structural assemblies, machinery, automotive frames, and heavy-duty applications. Pipex offers a wide range of hex bolts, carriage bolts, anchor bolts, and flange bolts suitable for load-bearing connections and critical joints.

2. Nuts

Specifications:

Types: Hex nuts, lock nuts, wing nuts, flange nuts

Finishes: Zinc-plated, black oxide, hot-dip galvanized

Sizes: Compatible with standard bolt diameters

Applications: Nuts are paired with bolts or threaded rods to secure assemblies. Industries like aerospace, automotive, and construction rely on different nut types depending on strength and vibration-resistance requirements. Pipex ensures compatibility with all bolt grades and threads.

3. Screws

Specifications:

Head styles: Flat, pan, round, hex, socket

Drive types: Phillips, slotted, Torx, hex

Threading: Full or partial thread

Materials: Brass, stainless steel, steel with coatings

Applications: Screws are versatile fasteners used in woodwork, metalwork, plastic fabrication, and electronics. On Pipex, you’ll find self-tapping screws, machine screws, wood screws, and drywall screws suited for precision or general-purpose use.

4. Washers

Specifications:

Types: Flat washers, spring washers, lock washers

Materials: Steel, stainless steel, nylon, copper

Standards: DIN, ISO, ANSI

Applications: Washers distribute load, reduce vibration, and prevent surface damage. They are essential in automotive, aerospace, and electrical assemblies. Pipex stocks washers in various materials and sizes to meet both industrial and commercial standards.

5. Rivets

Specifications:

Styles: Blind rivets, solid rivets, tubular rivets

Materials: Aluminum, steel, stainless steel

Head types: Dome, countersunk, large flange

Applications: Rivets are permanent fasteners ideal for joining thin sheets of metal or plastic. Commonly used in the automotive, aircraft, and electronics industries, rivets from Pipex offer high shear strength and excellent corrosion resistance.

6. Anchors

Specifications:

Types: Wedge anchors, sleeve anchors, drop-in anchors

Materials: Zinc-plated steel, stainless steel

Diameter: 6mm to 20mm

Applications: Anchors are critical for securing fixtures to concrete, brick, or masonry surfaces. Pipex provides industrial-grade anchors used in heavy-duty applications like construction, signage, and machinery installations.

Why Choose Pipex for Fastener Sourcing?

We simplifies the fastener sourcing process with:

Advanced search filters to quickly find fasteners by size, type, or material

Verified suppliers, ensuring quality and compliance

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Pipex is more than just a supplier; it’s a comprehensive platform that helps businesses find the right fasteners, backed by technical specifications and industry applications. Whether you need high-strength bolts for a bridge project or precision screws for an electronics assembly, we has the inventory, reliability, and expertise to support your operations.

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fast-safety-nets-chennai · 1 year ago

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DIY Guide to Installing Bird Spikes at Home

Installing bird spikes is an effective way to prevent birds from landing and roosting on your property. If you're considering a DIY approach, this guide from Fast Safety Nets Chennai will help you through the process with practical tips and expert advice.

1. Gather Your Materials

Essential Tools and Materials:

Anti-Bird Spikes: Choose spikes suitable for your needs (stainless steel or plastic).

Measuring Tape: For accurate measurements.

Drill: If you’re using screws.

Screws and Anchors: For securing spikes (if drilling).

Adhesive: For surfaces where drilling isn’t possible.

Screwdriver: For tightening screws.

Clean Cloth: For surface preparation.

Safety Gear: Gloves and safety glasses.

2. Prepare the Installation Area

Clean the Surface:

Remove Debris: Ensure the surface is free of dust, dirt, or old bird droppings.

Ensure Dryness: The surface must be completely dry to ensure proper adhesion or drilling.

Inspect the Surface:

Surface Type: Determine whether the surface is flat, sloped, or uneven. This will affect your installation method.

3. Plan the Installation

Measure the Area:

Determine Length and Width: Measure the area where the spikes will be installed to ensure you have enough spikes.

Mark Placement: Use a pencil or marker to outline where each spike will go. Ensure even spacing to prevent birds from landing between spikes.

Spacing:

Typical Spacing: For most birds, spacing the spikes about 4 to 6 inches apart is effective.

4. Install the Spikes

Drilling and Screwing:

Mark Drill Points: For surfaces like wood or concrete, mark the drill points where screws will go.

Drill Holes: Use a drill to create holes at the marked points. Ensure the holes are the right size for the screws and anchors.

Attach Spikes: Align the spikes with the drilled holes and secure them with screws. Use a screwdriver to tighten the screws.

Adhesive Installation:

Apply Adhesive: For surfaces where drilling isn’t an option (e.g., glass or painted surfaces), apply a strong adhesive to the base of the spikes.

Place Spikes: Press the spikes onto the surface and hold them in place until the adhesive sets (follow the adhesive manufacturer's instructions).

Ensure Proper Coverage:

Check Placement: Make sure there are no gaps between the spikes and that they cover all the areas where birds might land.

5. Final Checks and Maintenance

Inspect Installation:

Check Stability: Ensure that all spikes are securely attached and that there are no loose or wobbling spikes.

Adjust if Necessary: Add more spikes or reposition them if you find gaps or insufficient coverage.

Clean Up:

Remove Excess: Clean up any debris, adhesive residue, or leftover materials from the installation process.

Regular Maintenance:

Inspect Periodically: Check the spikes regularly for signs of wear or damage and make any necessary repairs or replacements.

6. Expert Tips from Fast Safety Nets Chennai

Choosing the Right Spikes:

Material Matters: Stainless steel spikes offer durability and resistance to rust, while plastic spikes are generally more affordable but may not last as long.

Installation Tips:

Weather Considerations: Avoid installing spikes in extreme weather conditions to ensure proper adhesion or stability.

Safety First: Always use safety gear and be cautious when working at heights.

Professional Help:

Consultation: If you’re unsure about the installation or need custom solutions, Fast Safety Nets Chennai offers expert advice and professional installation services.

Get Started

For high-quality anti-bird spikes and professional assistance, contact Fast Safety Nets Chennai. They can provide the products and expertise needed to effectively deter birds and protect your property.

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A Broken Ankle + A Whole Heart

Pairing: Alba Baptista x fem!Reader

Requested: Yes/No ~ request

Summary: Y/n has hidden a crush on Alba for quite a while now and was getting quite good at it. An accident on set that should be considered as ruining their day, actually leads to something that makes their year. ~ Word Count: 2.108k ~ Warnings: mentions of injuries + pain but other than that fluffffff

A/N: Hi!! a fanfic not for Jenna whatttttt. It felt weird writing for someone else but I genuinely love Alba sm so for those of you that are Jenna stans GIVE MY GIRL A CHANCE like LOOK AT THAT GIF - also if you haven't already, watch warrior nun <3

The day before Christmas break was always one of great energy and celebration. As per tradition, the entire cast had organised a movie marathon at the end of the day in order for everyone to wind down and say 'see you later' for a few weeks. The set of 'Warrior Nun' was by far one of your favourites you had ever worked on. The cast and crew all genuinely loved working on the show, which combined by the enthusiasm of the fans, made for a dream job. You had also met Alba.

The two of became really close when you were filming season 1, becoming practically inseparable by the time season 2 came around. You had never met anyone as perfect as Alba. She was everything you had always admired in someone, which naturally made you feel some less-than-platonic feelings for her. You were constantly afraid of them. You always kept your feelings to yourself for fear of driving her away and losing your best friend. You didn't even know whether she liked girls let alone liked you.

You were good at hiding your emotions, so things went on as usual, with the two of you having a blast while filming. Alba was currently filming a scene in which she was suspended on wires quite high up, which worried you. As much fun as the wires were to use, they always felt sketchy to you, especially today. You ignored your bad feeling and returned to the sidelines to watch her. She was incredibly talented at many things, one of which was acting, so even if you weren't needed, you would always stand off to the side and watch her completely awestruck.

Laid back in a chair just behind the cameras, you watched with a tender smile as Alba managed to absolutely crush the difficult scene despite being restricted by the wires. 'That must be so uncomfortable' you thought to yourself, cringing as your eyes traced the wires knowing how irritating they can get. As your cautious eyes followed the wires to their anchor point, your face dropped. Your smile of admiration completely disappeared as you noticed the hook that supported the entire rig was loose, hanging at an awkward angle from the concrete.

As your eyes studied the hook, wracking your brain as to whether or not it was supposed to look like that, you slowly rose from your seat with concern plastered all over your face. Glancing between Alba and the hook, you crept closer so you were stood just out of frame, the cameraman sending you a cautious look before focusing back on the camera. Turning your head towards the stunt director, you were about to voice your concern before you heard a sickening crack. your head immediately snapping back to Alba, her eyes widening with concern as they meet yours.

It all happens within a spilt second. The hooks falls. She drops. Your running. Sprinting. You have no idea how you moved so fast - all you knew was you had to get to her before she hit the ground, and you did. Slipping yourself between Alba and the floor, although it wasn't necessarily graceful, you managed to somewhat catch her causing her to fall on top of you. Maybe you hadn't quite thought about how this would end for you, but in that split second decision you made, all you were thinking about was Alba. As the two of collapse in a pile, you feel a sharp pain shoot through your right angle causing to to grunt. Pushing the dull ache and throbbing of your ankle beside, you immediately sit up to check if Alba is ok.

"You ok?" you ask breathlessly as your eyes search her body for any obvious injuries. "Y-yeah I'm ok. Thanks", replying obviously still in shock as to what just happened, she offers you a small smile as you untangle yourselves. The two of you linger on the ground for a moment, just looking into each others eyes, breathless. You completely forgot that you were surrounded by the rest of the crew until some of them came running up to the both of you, breaking your trance as your eyes left her brown ones.

Alba is helped to her feet before she turns her attention back to you, offering you her hand. Your lips twitch into a smile as you slip your hands into hers, trying to ignore how perfect her hand fits in yours. "Ow fuck" you immediately fall back down after trying to stand up, you hands grasping your ankle as the throbbing of your now swollen joint resurfaces, no longer hidden by your adrenaline. "Shit" Alba immediately kneels in front of you as her eyebrows scrunch in a combination of confusion and concern. "Y/n?!? Hey what's wrong what happened?" she places her hand on your arm, sending instant butterflies throughout your body - now was really not the time. "I don't know... I think I landed on my ankle or something but fu..." you manage to mutter as your face scrunches in pain.

As the on set medic reaches your side, Alba sits back as a wave of guilt washes over her. "This is all my fault" she whispers - so quietly you probably wouldn't have heard it if you weren't watching her intently. Propping yourself up on your elbows as the medic assesses your ankle, you reach one of your hands towards her. You notice the tears brimming in her eyes as she looks at you, her hands clutching her chest as if she was in pain. Giving her a small nod towards your outstretched hand, she gets the signal as she picks it up in her own. "Alba" you comfort softly, giving her hand a soft squeeze. "This isn't your fault. Ok? I chose to be your personal crash mat and I don't regret it" you earn a small chuckle from the girl as a single tear manages to escape and roll down her cheek.

"I'm fine Alba I swear. It just hurts like a b... owww" your face scrunches in pain again as the medic pushes on an especially tender spot. He mutters a small apology as you look back at Alba. "I would give you a hug but I'm a bit... immobilised." you chuckle softly as she glares at you. "Too soon?" you joke earning another small giggle from the girl, a sound you will never get tired of. "I just want you to be ok" she explains softly, a smile tugging at your lips as you feel warmth rise to your cheeks. "I will be. Wouldn't want to miss that movie marathon now would I."

So it turns out your ankle was most definitely broken. Unable to walk, Alba and the medic helped you to your car where said medic would drive you to the hospital. As you hobbled over to the car, you were entirely distracted by the proximity of you and Alba, one of her arms wrapped tightly around your waist, the other holding your arm wrapped around her shoulders. Just the slightest of her touches sent you spiralling so you tried your hardest to hide your definitely obvious blush - which you doubt you were successful at.

Much to Alba's dismay, she had to stay on set in order for the crew to meet the scene requirements before the break, meaning she couldn't accompany you. "I really wish I could come with you" she gives your waist a gentle squeeze as you finally make it to your car. "I would've liked that" your lips upturned in a soft smile, "but they need you here so" "Yeah I know. Still sucks though." "That it does.". She opens the passenger door for you before rewrapping her arms around your waist and helping you sit down. "I'll be fine I promise. I'll be back before you know it." "You better be". Once again your eyes become locked to hers. The air around you shifts. The surrounding environment fades as your façade slips, biting your lip softly as you glance at her lips. She mirrors your movements before she takes a step closer and starting to bend down. 'holy shit this is happening'

"We should probably go" the medic blurts out, snapping the two of you out of whatever incredibly intimate trance you were in. Alba goes bright red as she stands up straight and takes a step away from you. Realisation soon washes over you as to what was about to happen as your cheeks mirror hers. "Yeah, let's go. I'll see you later" you smile timidly before closing the door. As the medic drives out of the parking lot, your eyes remain on Alba as she stands still, almost frozen after what just happened - not the most reassuring.

It had been hours since you had left and Alba still couldn't take her mind off of you. She couldn't focus. She kept messing up her lines, missing her cues, it was fair to say it was going horribly. Thankfully she had made it to the last scene of the day which involved very few lines - a blessing considering you hadn't returned and with the marathon starting shortly, she was just hoping you would keep your promise.

"Cut!" you heard the director yell as you made your way back onto set, armed with two crutches and a cast. A little bit delirious from all the pain medications, you had been non-stop thinking about Alba - being honest with yourself you probably would've done that with or without the medication - but she never left your mind. Sure your last interaction with her was a little bit awkward, but all you cared about now, was seeing her again.

As you made your way towards them as quickly as your crutches would let you, you spotted Alba off to the side amongst all the crew packing up. A smile instantly grew on your face as you slowed your pace and headed directly towards her. Stopping a small distance away, you took a minute to admire her. In full costume and holding a water bottle in one hand and her phone in the other, she tucked a small strand of hair behind her ears as she looked down the check her phone. You can see disappointment flash across her face, although you aren't sure why, as she picks up her head and places her phone in her other hand. She runs her hand through her hair as she turns towards you. The second your eyes make contact, hers widen as her lips crack into a giddy smile - one which you match.

Running towards you, she basically crashes into you as she pulls you into a warm embrace. "Woah" you chuckle, "Careful I'm not exactly stable" "Sorry" she apologises with a small smile as she pulls back "I just really missed you" "Is that right?" you tease with a smirk, "I missed you too". And suddenly, you two are once again enthralled by one another and under the same spell you were before. Now that there was nobody around to stop you, you began to cautiously lean in, being careful to give her enough time to back out. The distance between the two of you gradually decreased as you cocked your head to meet her lips for a hesitant kiss.

As her gentle lips touched yours, butterflies shot through your gut. Even though you were on crutches, you reached up to cup her cheeks and drew her into a kiss as your lips began to move softly against one another. Your spine tingled when Alba's hands slipped around your neck, forcing you to sigh against her lips.

You pull away as you gradually open you eyes, only to be met by her soft brown ones already looking at you. You have no words. All you can do is just admire her. Admire the fact that you just kissed her and she kissed you back. Admire that despite having broken your ankle she was still the only thing on your mind. "We should probably catch up with the others" she suggests with a small chuckle. "Yeah... yeah we should".

You would've taken her hand as you walked to the marathon if it hadn't been for your crutches. Once inside, you were greeted with the bright smiles of your cast mates as you took a seat next to Alba on a couch - with your ankle elevated. It didn't take long for the two of you to get closer, with Alba's head on your chest and your arm wrapped around her shoulders. 'what a day'

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Bucky Barnes imagines - Some Sunny Day Part 6

AN: And it all comes to an end....

Overall Summary: Before the Blip, you and Bucky were close. After you both returning and Tony’s funeral, you decided to go back to your home town to spend time with your family. When duty calls, you return.

In this chapter: An attack in Manhattan brings the gang back together for their final fight against Karli. (Based on S1 EP6)

(PART 1) (PART 2) (PART 3) (PART 4) (PART 5)

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Sam Wilson x Platonic!Reader

Word Count: 3,897

Warnings: Spoilers for episode 6, Violence, some strong language, fluff

“Hello?” You put the phone on speaker as you answered it.

“I got a hit.” Sam informed you. You looked towards Bucky who had just put both your bags down by the couch.

“What is it?” You asked.

“Karli’s in New York. I think they’re gonna hit the GRC meeting.”

“Makes sense.” Bucky tilted his head, pressing his lips into a thin line.

“Right. We’ll suit up and meet you there?” You moved toward your bag to get your things.

“With these new wings, I may even beat you.” You could practically hear Sam’s smirk through the phone. You hung up and immediately started to change.

By the time you were kitted up and ready to go, the news had announced the GRC meeting had gone into a complete lockdown.

“Guess Sam was right.” You switched off the tv and picked up your final knife.

To get you down to the building quickly, you hijacked a motorbike. When you arrived there were swarms of news anchors and cops.

You dismounted the bike and headed to the front of the crowds.

“I’m almost there.” Sam’s voice came through on your coms.

“What’s the plan?” Bucky asked as he walked beside you.

“Karli’s gotta be close. Keep your eyes open.” Sam ordered. Your eyes began to search the surrounding areas.

“Well, it could be anybody.” Bucky mumbled. He was right. Karli had a huge following, she didn’t even need to be here but you were praying she would be.

“And by the way, I called in some backup.” Sam informed you both.

Then, at that moment, a stranger approached the both of you.

“Excuse me, sir. Are you supposed to be here?” The man asked before reaching to his face and removing the illusion mask. “It’s me.” Sharon was revealed underneath.

“Sharon, what the hell are you doing here?” You asked, looking around to see if anyone had been watching.

“Relax. No one’s looking for me here.” Sharon assured you both.

“Is that Sharon?” Sam had recognised her voice over the coms.

“Unfortunately.” Bucky retorted.

“Hey, Sam. I thought I’d get the band back together.” Sharon made herself known to him.

“Thank you. You’re risking a lot coming here.” Sam thanked her.

“I hear pardons aren’t all they’re cracked up to be.” Sharon tried making light of her being back whilst still being a fugitive.

“Depends on the therapist.” Bucky proclaimed. You ignored the comment as you continued to survey the scene.

“They’ll move on the building soon. Be ready.” Sam warned you as he grew closer. And he was right. Within the building, gas was let off which set off a panic. The building had to be evacuated.

“(Y/n), Bucky, what’s going on on your end?” Sam had entered the building through the window where the hostages were being ushered towards the stairs.

“Nothing. All quiet.” Bucky told Sam.

“No one’s moving toward the building.” You added as you patrolled alongside Sharon and Bucky.

“Karli’s not coming in. She’s trying to force everybody out.” Sam had realised Karli’s plan. You looked between Bucky and Sharon. Time for you to go in. yourselves.

“You guys are gonna have to do something.” Sam’s voice came through as you entered the doors. “Don’t let ’em out of the building.”

“Oops.” Sharon said after realising you just let out several people.

“There’s one of em.” Bucky pointed across the building to an impressively large guard. “I’ll get the evac.”

“I’m with Bucky.” You followed Bucky towards the stairwell.

As you were just around to reach the stairs, a woman came forward with a phone.

“Mr. Barnes, it’s Karli.” She handed the phone over to Bucky.

“I’ll go.” You let him take the call and continued to pursue the hostages.

You reached the underground parking lot in time to see the hostages being loaded up into police trucks.

You knew you couldn’t take on all the guards at once and you’d only cause a panic with the hostages, forcing them to run off in different directions and you weren’t even sure which guards were Karli’s and which were the GRCs.

You clocked the large guard from before that Sharon was meant to have gone after. He was applying some sort of lock onto the back of the trucks.

As the final guards climbed into the trucks, you took your shot. You silently ran up behind the large man and forced yourself up onto his back, your hands grabbing onto the guards face. He cried out as he threw you off but the connection was just enough to use your powers.

You fell to the floor, his memories tunnelling through your head like a bullet. He sent his boot into your stomach several times before leaving you. The trucks had already driven away and you remained on the floor so he didn’t bother with killing you.

You searched his memories for Karli’s plan.

“Sam.” You wheezed. “I know what Karli is planning to do.”

“What? How?” Sam responded through your ear piece, sounding concerned.

“She used her powers.” Sharon piped up. You looked around the garage to see her hiding behind a large concrete pillar with her eyes on the guard.

“I’m sending you the coordinates for their rendezvous now.” You typed over the coordinates on your arm pad.

Bucky finally made it down to you and helped you from the floor.

“You can’t fight anymore. You gotta sit this one out.” Bucky told you as the look of exhaustion was obvious on your face.

“Shut up and get moving.” You weren’t having any of it. You moved towards the bikes and Bucky climbed on in front.

You pulled out a small syringe from the inside of your jacket and Bucky cocked an eyebrow at it.

“In case of emergencies, right?” You stabbed the syringe into your thigh and injected the serum. It was a serum that Bruce Banner had worked on with you for these dire times. It gave you enough energy after using your powers to allow you to fight again. There were only a handful of them and the come down afterwards was worse than anything you had experienced but it kept you in the game when you needed it most.

Bucky set off on route to the hostages.

You gripped onto him tightly as he sped through the alleys and roads.

“You better speed things up, Sam. The choppers about to take off.” You heard Sharon warn Sam.

“Bucky?” Sam called out through the coms.

“I don’t fly, man. That’s your thing.” Bucky wasn’t going to be any help now that he was almost at the rendezvous point anyway.

You spotted the trucks up ahead along with large concrete road blocks.

“Drop me here.” You told Bucky as you were far enough away for them to not have seen you yet. Bucky did as he was told before speeding off ahead.

You ran down the sidewalk to keep yourself hidden. The flag smashers should be too busy dealing with Bucky to realise you were going after the trucks.

You reached one of the trucks only to find it the locks were impenetrable. It then didn’t take long for one of the super soldiers to find you. You ducked as she sent her fist towards you. You pulled out your knives, one in each hand, and began to attack.

Suddenly, a fire rose beside the truck.

“Bucky!” You shouted out as you fought. You knew only he could open those doors with his strength and his arm.

The soldier managed to get a grip on your shoulder and tossed you across the street like a pillow. You groaned as your body collided with the concrete.

“Morgenthau!” You recognised the voice as it cried out Karli’s name. It was Walker.

You pushed yourself to your feet and ran back over to the fight. Bucky was desperately trying to open the doors to the truck and John had started to attack Karli.

You lunged forward as John hit the floor, surrounded by the soldiers.

One broke away to fight you.

You growled and grunted as you brought forth all the power you had in you to fight the soldier.

Bucky had saved the hostages inside the burning truck and had come through to help John also.

You grew distracted when you witnessed Bucky falling into the building site.

The soldier took advantages of your loss of focus and managed to put you to the floor with a solid punch to the side of your head.

You vision went spotted and blurred and your head pounded as you lulled on the ground. You were unsure of how long you were lying there when you felt someone take your arm and drag you along the concrete towards one of the trucks.

Karli pulled the drivers door open and shoved you into the passenger seat before climbing in herself. She reached across you and crushed the handle so you couldn’t get out.

Your vision began to clear just as Karli threw herself from the vehicle.

The truck crashed through the gates and down onto the scaffolding. You clung onto the seat as you leant back to stop the truck from moving any further forward.

“Stay calm!” You snapped at the screaming hostages but the truth was you weren’t feeling calm yourself.

You could see Bucky beneath you.

It was one high drop.

You wouldn’t survive this fall. Not sitting in the front. Not at this height with the weight of this machinery.

“Fuck.” You cussed under your breath as your heart thudded against your chest. Bucky could see you inside and he felt his whole body tremble.

You locked your eyes with his. You didn’t want to go. You only just got him back.

Suddenly, the truck shifted again but this time it was being dragged backwards. You glanced to the side view mirror to see John trying to save you.

You couldn’t help but gasp when the flag smashers tore him away from the truck. They all tumbled down to the pit. You squeezed your eyes shut as the truck rolled forward again.

You were thrown forward onto the glass of the windshield when the truck abruptly stopped.

You opened your eyes to see that Sam had finally made it.

“Cutting it a little close, aren’t we?” You let out a shaky laugh as relief washed over you.

Sam managed to get the truck up safely. You escaped through the drivers door and embraced him.

“Looking good.” You smiled at the suit. Sam only winked before taking you down to Karli.

He threw the shield, hitting each flag smasher as he put you down.

“You of all people bought into that bullshit?” Karli looked beyond betrayed at Sam’s new look.

“I’m trying something different. Maybe you should do the same.” Sam retorted.

Just as you went to step forward, smoke bombs were sent down on top of you. It gave Karli the chance to get away.

Fortunately, Sam could use his goggles to track them.

“Hey, Sharon. We’re underground. We entered the tunnel on William. Heading south.” Sam informed Sharon on your position as you all made your way through the tunnel. “Looks like they split up. Here.” Sam stopped at an intersection.

John took off without a word. Bucky looked back at you and Sam.

“I got it.” He sighed before following.

“I’ll head this way. Don’t hesitate to call if you need me.” You broke off in the opposite way to Bucky and John whilst Sam went up ahead. You kept your guard up as you silently made your way around the place. It was like a maze and you had kept running into dead ends.

You cussed as you wished you had the app for the flag smashers in order to receive any news. It was the only way them and you would know the new meet up point.

“(Y/n), we found Karli’s team.” Bucky sent you the location. You hesitated to follow as a bad feeling began to seep into you. “(Y/n)?” Bucky questioned if you could hear him.

“On my way.” You replied, ultimately deciding to join back with Bucky, ignoring your instinct.

When you reached Bucky and Walker, the soldiers had been apprehended.

“Good job, boys.” You congratulated them. “Sam? Any news?” You asked over the coms.

“I’ve got Karli. She didn’t make it.” Sam’s news made your stomach drop.

Karli didn’t make it. She didn’t make it.

“Hey, come here.” Bucky pulled you into his chest after he saw your face drain of colour. All that was playing through your head was the girl’s memories of Karli. Karli playing with the children, her smile, her laughter, her passion.

You forced them from your mind as you made your way to the surface. Ambulances, cop cars and the press had all moved location from the GRC meeting to there.

Your eyes followed everyone’s gaze as Sam came into view.

He flew down to the ground with Karli’s body in his arms.

You felt Bucky slide his fingers down your wrist and take your hand, squeezing it tightly.

When Sam’s feet touched the ground he was ambushed with questions from reporters. He approached the senators without answering any of them.

He was thanked by them before he asked about the relocating plans.

“Our peacekeeping troops will begin relocating people soon.” He was told.

“The terrorists only set us back a bit––”

“––Stop calling them terrorists.” Sam interrupted

“What else would we call them?” They questioned.

“Your peacekeeping troops carrying weapons are forcing millions of people into settlements around the world, right? What do you think those people are gonna call you? These labels, “terrorists,” “refugee,” “thug,” they’re often used to get around the question, why?” Sam started,

“Those settlements that happened five years ago, do you think it is fair for governments to have to support them?” They argued against him.

“Yes.” Sam spoke honestly.

"And the people who reappeared only to find someone else living in their family home, they just end up homeless? Look, I get it. But you have no idea how complicated this situation is.” They tried to put Sam down but Sam wasn’t walking away.

“You know what? You’re right. And that’s a good thing. We finally have a common struggle now. Think about that. For once, all the people who’ve been begging, and I mean, literally begging for you to feel how hard any given day is… Now you know. How did it feel to be helpless? Now if you could remember what it was like to be helpless and face a force so powerful it could erase half the planet, you would know that you’re about to have the exact same impact. This isn’t about easy decisions, Senator.”

“You don’t understand.” They grumbled.

“I’m a Black man carrying the stars and stripes. What don’t I understand? Every time I pick this thing up, I know there are millions of people who are gonna hate me for it. Even now, here… I feel it. The stares, the judgment. And there’s nothin’ I can do to change it. Yet, I’m still here. No super serum, no blond hair, or blue eyes. The only power I have is that I believe we can do better. We can’t demand that people step up if we don’t meet them halfway. Look, you control the banks. Shit, you can move borders! You can knock down a forest with an email, you can feed a million people with a phone call. But the question is, who’s in the room when you make those decisions? Hmm? Is it the people you’re gonna impact? Or is it just more people like you?” Sam paused. “I mean, this girl died trying to stop you, and no one has stopped for one second to ask why. You’ve gotta do better, Senator. You’ve gotta step up. Because if you don’t, the next Karli will. And you don’t wanna see 2.0. People believed in her cause so much that they helped her defy the strongest governments in the world. Why do you think that is? Look, you people have just as much power as an insane god or a misguided teenager. The question you have to ask yourself is, ‘How are you going to use it’?”

You smiled widely at Sam as he finished, walking away. He really was Captain America.

“Sorry, I was, uh, I was texting and so, all I heard was, um, a Black guy in stars and stripes.” Bucky teased the man as he approached you.

You wrapped your arm around Sam, half embracing him as Bucky patted him on the back.

“Nice job, Cap.” Bucky smiled.

“Thanks.” Sam took the compliment.

“Sharon?” You smile dropped when you spotted Sharon trying to perform her own medical procedures beside a car.

“Your blocking my light.” Sharon hissed as she fiddled with her wounds.

“We gotta get you to a hospital.” Sam frowned at the state of her.

“She’s not gonna listen.” Bucky stated flatly.

“It’s not the worst thing that’s happened to me all week.” Sharon admitted, avoiding the mention of the hospital.

“Told you.” Bucky quipped.

“Uh, Cap?” A man came forward, interrupting for a moment.

“I think he’s talking to you.” Sharon turned her face away to not risk getting recognised. “Look, I’m sorry for how things ended down there. For what it’s worth, suit looks good on you.”

“Thanks.” Sam chuckled.

“All right, look, can we get out of here, please?” Bucky ushered Sharon to move.

“I didn’t forget my promise.” Sam turned to remind Sharon of his promise to get her a pardon before he left.

You decided to take Sharon back to the apartment and fix her up there. You had enough supplies and the experience to do an adequate job of it.

“What now? Back to Madripoor?” You asked Sharon as you cup open her top.

“Seems like it.” She winced as she spoke.

“Sam will get you that pardon. You might as well stick around.” Bucky returned to your side with a bowl of water and a cloth.

You worked in silence for a few minutes before Sharon realised something. She had been watching Bucky watch you.

“You finally slept together, didn’t you?” Sharon smirked as it hit her.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, rolling your head back.

“I mean I knew something was different...” Sharon’s smart mouth was quickly shut as you pressed into her wound.

“I’ll get us something to drink.” Bucky excused himself as he felt a blush creep up his neck.

“Bout time.” Sharon murmured but it was the last she mentioned it after the glare you shot her.

Sharon didn’t stick around after you stitched her up. You understood why but you were still hesitant to let her leave.

As she did, you started to really feel the come down effects of the serum.

“Hey. Hey.” Bucky caught you as you began to sway on your feet. He sat you down on his coach and placed his hand on your head. “You’re burning up.”

“It’s the serum.” You reminded him. It had been a long time since you used it last.

Sweat covered down your forehead and soaked your clothes. Your body ached, it felt like it was on fire, and your head was hammering.

Bucky helped you remove your clothes before wrapping a thin blanket around you. He fetched a cloth to rest on your forehead as you laid back.

His face twisted into a grimace as you began to scream and whine, writhing in front of him.

And there was nothing he could do but watch.

The pain of the serum leaving your body was excruciating. Bucky brought over the bin as you had flimsily pointed to it. You curled over the side of the couch and threw up.

Bucky brushed your hair away from your face with his hand and held it behind your head.

“I forget how bad this got.” Bucky confessed as you choked.

The rest of the night was spent like that until you eventually fell asleep against Bucky’s bare chests whilst he held you. The coldness of his metal arm was refreshing against your burning skin.

In the morning, you woke to the news that the captured super soldiers had been blown up on their way to the raft.

It was announced there were no suspects but both you and Bucky knew exactly who was responsible.

Zemo.

“There’s somethings I gotta do today.” Bucky told you as he brushed his lips against your hair.

“You want me to come with you?” You asked. You were weak but you were better after suffering through the night.

“No. It’s something I gotta do it on my own.” Bucky intertwined his fingers with yours as you rested against him.

“Okay.” You nodded. “But I’m here if you need me.”

“I know.” Bucky kissed the back of your hand before pushing himself off the couch. “Now let’s get you in the shower because you stink.”

You laughed as Bucky helped you up.

Bucky told you in the bathroom about his neighbour. He offered for you to see the memories you had missed since you last used your powers on him but you didn’t want to be informed on every thought/memory he had during the time you were away.

He told you what his plans were. It had been a long time since he had been this open.

You spent the rest of the morning cleaning yourself and then the apartment. Bucky helped before you finally encouraged him to get on with his day.

He didn’t return until late.

He walked through the door and you could see his hands were shaking still.

You didn’t say anything. You just hugged him.

The days went by and soon enough you were being called by Sam again.

He had invited you for a little celebration down at the dock. So, you travelled back down to Louisiana and back into Sam’s home town.

The children instantly went for Bucky as you both arrived. You laughed as he chased after them with a cake in his hands.

“Where is everybody?” Bucky asked them.

Sam and Sarah embraced the both of you warmly and an overwhelming sense of love flooded around you.

Pictures were being taken with Sam, the food was amazing, the beer was cold and it was a beautiful evening.

You were stood against one of the wooden pillars, watching Bucky speak with Sarah, a couple kids dangling on his arm. You smiled and took a swig from your bottle.

“Don’t get soppy on me now.” Sam joined you, sipping on his own beer.

“Me? Soppy?” You scoffed, shaking your head.

Sam rolled his eyes as he draped his arm over your shoulders. You leant into his embrace.

“I visited the memorial for Isaiah in the museum.” You confessed.

“Yeah?” Sam cocked his eyebrow at you with a smile.

“It’s a great thing you’ve done for that man.” You praised him. “I’m proud of you, Captain America.”

Sam clutched his heart with his hand dramatically.

“My god!” He proclaimed.

“Shut up.” You nudged him with your hip. You both laughed before making your way down the dock to watch the sunset.

Bucky joined you.

It felt good to be there. It felt like home.

AN: To be continued?? I’ll probably leave this fic here for now but I may continue it on in the future.

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