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A Detailed Guide to Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors, Jumpers, and Silver and Nickel Plated Copper Wire

Introduction

Stranded flexible copper connectors & specialized copper wires are crucial for ensuring an accurate electrical connection. These parts are essential for a lot of things, such industrial machinery and home wiring. We will look at those links in detail in this book, covering their various forms, advantages, and uses. We will additionally address the special qualities of copper wire that have been plated using silver and nickel.

What Are Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors?

Stranded flexible copper Connectors are made out of copper wire wrapped together. This setup improves both adaptability and durability over single-strand wires.

Definition and Features

These connectors are well-known for being able to tolerate repeated bending & flexing with breaking, making them suitable for applications that involve a lot of movement and vibration.

Common Uses

Stranded flexible copper connections are used in a wide range of applications, including distribution systems for electricity, automotive electrical wiring, and machinery that has to move often.

Types of Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors

Understanding the many types or stranded flexible copper connectors can assist you select the best one for your application.

Tinned Copper Connectors

Tinned copper connections feature a small layer of tin on the copper strands. This tinning procedure minimizes corrosion and increases the connector's lifespan.

Bare Copper Connectors

These connections are made completely of copper, with no extra coatings. They are extremely conductive and are frequently used in situations where corrosion doesn't pose a major problem.

Silver-plated connectors.

High-performance applications benefit significantly by the high electrical conductivity and resistant to corrosion for silver-plated interactions.

Benefits of Using Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors

Flexibility

The stranded construction allows the connections to bend and flex without breaking, which can be critical in areas with frequent movement.

Durability

Stranded flexible copper relationships have the ability to survive, even in tough environments, thanks to their strong structure.

Electrical Conductivity

Copper is known for its high electrical conductivity, which ensures minimum power loss throughout transmission.

Applications of Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors

Industrial Use

These connectors are utilized in industrial environments where machinery and equipment demand robust yet adaptable electrical connections.

Residential use.

Stranded flexible copper connections are frequently employed in home wiring systems because they are reliable and easy to install.

Automotive Use

The automobile sector relies on such connections for wire systems that must resist frequent vibrations and movement.

Understanding Copper Jumpers

Copper jumpers are small pieces from copper wire used to link various components in a wiring system.

Definition and Purpose

These jumpers bridge connections instantly and effectively, maintaining circuit continuity. 

Types of Copper Jumpers

Copper jumpers are available in a number of styles, such solid, stranded, and braided, each tailored to a specific use.

Advantages of Copper Jumpers

High conductivity

Copper jumpers provide good electrical conductivity, which ensures efficient power transmission.

Simple Installation

These jumpers are easy to install, making them popular among both professional electricians & DIY enthusiasts.

Versatility

Copper jumpers may be used for a variety of applications, including tiny electronics and big industrial systems.

Applications of Copper Jumpers

Electrical panels

Copper jumpers link various components in electrical panels, ensuring correct power distribution.

Circuit Boards

On circuit boards, jumpers serve to connect different areas of the board.

Grounding Systems

Copper jumpers are commonly used for grounding systems to offer a stable channel for electrical grounding.

Silver Plated Copper Wire

High-performance applications benefit greatly by the high electrical conductivity and resistant to corrosion for silver-plated interactions.

What is Silver Plated Copper Wire?

This wire is made of a copper core with a light layer of silver plating, which improves its performance for high-frequency & high-temperature applications. 

Advantages of Silver Plating

Silver plating enhances electrical conductivity and is very durable to oxidation and corrosion.

Applications of Silver Plated Copper Wire

Aerospace Industry

Silver-plated copper wire is often used in the aircraft industry for critical circuits that require to perform using great reliability and effectiveness.

Medical Devices

This wire is widely used for medical equipment because of its good conductivity and biocompatibility.

High-Frequency Applications

Silver-plated copper wire works well for high-frequency applications that it has low resistance and good signal transmission attributes.

Nickel Plated Copper Wire

A unique combination of conductivity, durability against high temperatures, & against corrosion is offered through nickel-plated copper wire.

What is Nickel Plated Copper Wire?

This wire's nickel-coated copper core enhances overall ability to endure within difficult situations.

Advantages of Nickel Plating

Nickel plating is very resistant for oxidation, high temperatures, & corrosive conditions. 

Applications of Nickel Plated Copper Wire

High-Temperature Environments

Nickel-plated wire made from copper is used for applications involving high temperatures, such as heating components and industrial furnaces. 

Corrosive Environments

This wire is more durable and trustworthy in corrosive situations.

Military Applications

Nickel-plated copper wire is employed by the military because it is durable and operates well in severe situations.

Choosing the Right Connector or Wire

When choosing the right relationship or wire, many factors should be taken into account, including the unique application, ambient situations, and the required performance.

Factors to Consider

When deciding on a product, consider electrical conductivity, mobility, durability, and environmental resistance. 

Application-Specific Recommendations

Choose the connector and wire that is most suited to the specific demands and conditions of the area.

Installation and Maintenance Tips

Proper setup and upkeep are critical to the longevity and efficiency of copper connections and cables. 

Best Practices for Installation

Follow the installation directions and advised procedures given by the manufacturer to ensure a reliable and safe connection.

Maintenance and Longevity

Regular maintenance and inspection can help avoid issues and improve the life of the connections and cables. 

Conclusion

Stranded Flexible Tin Coated Copper Wire Rope, jumpers, & silver and nickel-plated copper wires are critical components in a variety of applications. Their distinct qualities and advantages render them indispensable for both standard and customized electrical systems. Understanding their features, advantages, and applications allows you to make educated decisions that assure the optimum performance and dependability in your projects.

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Reflections

Chapter Six

Master List / Real People Master List / Reflections Master List

Pairing: Mia MacAlsdair x Au Tom Hiddleston

Warnings: language, 18+ Minors do not interact

A/N: I apologize in advance should my Scottish/English interpretations be incorrect. I am Canadian playing in a world of my own making. Do not @ me.

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Tom stared at the shaking door, rattling on its hinges from the woman's ire. 

Never meet your heroes. 

What did that even mean? How the hell was he that woman's hero? 

He scrubbed his hand over his mouth. "Fuck." He was such an arse. 

That hadn't gone the way he intended. Yes, he wanted to warn her off Kip, but he meant to do so sternly without insult. Instead, he'd insulted her entirely and did so with all the grace of a stampeding ox. 

But she'd thrown him off. 

Kip spent the last weeks talking about Mia MacAlasdair every chance he got. They emailed. They texted. He giggled like an utter buffoon acting the smitten pup whenever her name popped into his phone. It was the same - or nearly - that he'd done with Serina. 

He wouldn't allow his brother to throw away three years of love and his new family for some fling! 

Two weeks of waiting for this moment, watching Kip make a fool of himself, and listening to Emma wax poetic about how nice their new resident Mia had only increased his rage. 

Then, she walked through the door. 

Shock at the absolute beauty of her left him mute. Her chin just reached Kip's shoulders, and her dazzling smile carried all the way to ocean-blue eyes. Her alabaster skin was liberally brushed with freckles as if someone kissed her flesh with gold dust, then returned and did it again. The gold repeated in her copper hair, the strands a little wild where they rested on her shoulders. 

She wore jeans that caressed curves made for a man's hands and a wool jumper he would bet money was knit by Agatha Barnes, the village fibre artist. She had a distinct way of layering colours that should appear garish but always seemed to work out in the end. Still, it did little to hide the swell of generous breasts when Mia crouched to set her work down. 

She had thighs that could suffocate a man. 

The glory of her seized his tongue, rendering him all but mute.

Then Kip started in and renewed his rage when he got to watch her flirt, touch, and tease his brother. Did she have no shame?

Then, when he called her out on her behaviour, she played her part to the nines, denied everything, and left in a huff. 

Still, what was that parting remark?

The door swung open with a bang and made him wince. Did no one remember the castle was old?

"What the fuck did you do?"

As it was only half a minute since Mia left, he imagined Kip saw enough of her exit to deduce they'd argued. 

"I fixed your mistake before you made it," Tom replied calmly, eyeing the package leaning against his desk. 

"Fixed my- What mistake?" Kip frowned. 

"Come off it, Kip! You were halfway to an indiscretion, and you know it!" Tom bellowed. 

His jaw dropped. "You think that I- that Mia and I-" He barked a short laugh, then thrust his hand through his hair as he began to pace. "Of course, you do because, for some reason, you believe I'm still twenty and stupid! You right wank! What did you say to her?"

Tom scowled. "Please, Kip. I've seen you work. I know how you treat women. What would Serina think of your new side piece?"

Kip threw up his hands. "She knows, you fucking cock! She knows all about Mia, her art, and I commissioned a piece for her. She's read the emails and texts and even texted Mia herself. Fuck, you're a piece of work! You could have asked, but no! You assumed the worst of me again and arsed it up!"

Tom blinked at him in surprise. "What?"

"Mia isn't some home-wrecking, gold-digging hussy! God dammit, Tom! Tell me you didn't threaten her? Tell me, for the love of Highpark, you did not put your hands on her!"

He hadn't seen Kip this upset in a long time and slowly came to the realization he'd muffed it. Badly. "I… may have grabbed her arm when she went to walk away."

Kip's face paled, then burned a scary sort of red. "You. Did. What?"

"I didn't hurt her and let go when she told me to."

Kip scrubbed his hands over his face. "People in the village talk to Emma. Cora talks to Emma. But everyone talks when there is gossip to have. The only person who doesn't listen to that gossip is you!" he roared, shaking his fist. "If you bothered to listen, you would know Mia arrived at Ashwood Farm sporting a week-old shiner lovingly given to her by her ex-fiance!" 

Tom stumbled back and sat on the edge of his desk. "What?"

"You put hands on an abused woman. You accused the sweetest, kindest, gentlest woman of being a homewrecker. And do you know the worst of it all?" 

Tom didn't need to respond, knowing Kip would tell him whether he wanted to hear it or not. Kip mad was something to see, but a quiet mad Kip was damn scary. 

He crossed the room to scowl out the window. "She didn't have a clue who I was when we met until I teased her with a few movie titles. She recognized Ragnarok, the only movie of mine she knew was Thor fucking Ragnarok because "she liked the other guy better." The one who played Loki first."

His jaw dropped. "What? She actually knew there was a difference?" So many people had no idea they'd switched him out for Kip until the press tours started, and his brother was praised for doing such a good job. 

Loki's army, virtually en masse and overnight, became Kip's fans instead. He didn't want to admit how much that hurt when replacing him in the industry he once adored seemed so easy. 

"She knew. She said you had passion. She called your scene with Chris during Avengers magic. That single tear when you sneered sentiment was magic."

Tom frowned. He may be flattered, but he'd had his fair share of obsessed crazies back in the day. 

"Fuck off, don't even," Kip huffed before he could ask. "Emma's been poking at her, but she didn't even know your name until we informed her that the previous Loki was our brother Tom. She doesn't watch movies often, and what telly she enjoys appears to be of the home improvement genre."

Just then, thunder cracked loudly over the house, causing the windows to rattle and lights to flicker. 

"Bloody hell!" Kip cursed. "It's like the skies opened!"

Tom glanced out the window and watched it come down in sheets. "I'll find Mia and apologize. She said she was having tea with Emma."

Kip squinted. "Not anymore. She's driving off."

"In this?" Tom barked. 

"Seems she's desperate to leave. Wonder why that could be?" Kip snapped. 

Tom was running before he made the conscious thought to do so. 

~

Mia muttered curses on the head of Tom Hiddleston as she drove slowly around the castle. It was like a wall of water falling on her, making it nearly impossible for the wipers to keep up. As the humidity climbed, the condensation inside the cab made the widows foggy, but she couldn't make the defog work in Henry's truck. 

She glanced down to try and find the right button again, glanced up to make sure she wasn't going to drive off the road, and stomped both feet on the brake, causing the truck to skid to a stop, sputter, and die. 

A man was heaving for breath, bare inches from becoming a hood ornament. 

Mia shoved open the door, leaned into the downpour and screamed, "Are you out of your corn-fed mind!"

Tom rounded the side of the vehicle and stood in the open doorway. "You're the one who nearly hit me."

"You ran out in front of my vehicle in the pouring rain! Gods, do you have a death wish on top of being an asshole?" she shrieked, now mad and wet. 

He squinted, hair dripping, nose dripping. 

Why was he still so pretty?

"I thought Kip said you were Canadian. Aren't Canadians supposed to be ridiculously nice?"

She glared and snapped, "We're perfectly lovely until you piss in our timbits!"

He arched a brow. "That was decidedly rude. How very unCanadian of you."

Incised, Mia leaned out the door, subjecting herself to the rain to get nose-to-nose with him. "Don't you know the Geneva Convention was created because Canadians decided rules of engagement were more like suggestions? So test me, Hiddleston. See what happens."

His grin spread quickly. Then he laughed. 

It wasn't fair. No man should look that good soaking wet, nor should a laugh make things that were hella dormant wake up and stretch. Her freaking ovaries quivered at the sound. 

"If you're just going to bray like an ass, I'll thank you to shut the door," she huffed. 

He didn't quit laughing but reached inside, put the truck in park, and stole the keys. 

"What the fuck?" Mia muttered, too stunned to stop him. 

"You flooded it. You won't be going anywhere for a time. Might as well come in, get dry, and have tea with my sister. Besides, you're so mad you didn't even realize you're driving on the wrong side of the road." 

She eyed his offered hand like a snake waiting to bite her. "This one-eighty you've done is giving me whiplash. Did you crack your head at some point during your sprint through the castle? How many fingers am I holding up?" She held up three. 

His smile faded into something that looked a lot like contrition. "Mia." He leaned into the cab so the rain bounced off his back instead of his head. "I owe you a massive apology. Kip explained that I had it all wrong, that you and he are only a strange sort of friends," he smiled a little, "and I'm a tosser for putting my hands on you after what you went through before you came here."

Mia blinked. "Is a tosser an asshole?"

"A supreme one," he chuckled. 

"Then I accept your apology," she nodded. "And don't worry about the grabbing my arm thing. If you hadn't let go, I would have made you." He frowned and glanced between her eyes as if looking for bruising. "I left because he hit me. It was once, and he only succeeded because he surprised me. Colt's thing was words and subtle barbs, not fists."

"It shouldn't have been either, love," he murmured. 

Oh, that was a dangerous word and a wholly unreasonable feeling it produced when he said it. 

"No man has the right to touch a woman in violence." He stepped back out in the rain and held out his hand again. "Come on. If we run, it won't be so bad."

Mia looked at the sky and back at him. "I'm half soaked just sitting here. I'll be fully wet getting out!"

A slow grin crawled across his lips. "Then let's get wet, love."

Large red danger signs flashed in her mind, but Mia was already reaching for his hand. He tugged her into the rain and right up against him so he could shut the door to the truck, then stared down at her for a half second more as Mia licked her lips, tasting the rain. 

His eyes darkened, but he turned on his heels and dragged her into a sprint that took them around the side of the castle to an open set of patio doors. 

Once inside, with the rain shut out, they stood dripping on the hardwood of an extremely fancy parlour and stared at each other for long heartbeats as water plopped on the floor. 

"I'm dripping-"

Tom hummed and flexed his hands.

"-all over your floor." 

His dark gaze raked down her body and back up, locking with her eyes as he murmured, "Then let's get you out of those clothes."

She reached for his hand, but instead of following him, she used his arm to steady herself as she toed out of her shoes and peeled off her wet socks. 

"That won't help the trail we leave behind," he chuckled. 

Mia shrugged. "It's the polite thing to do."

He shook his head before following her lead, unlacing short boots and peeling off wet socks. 

She looked away. A barefoot man should not be sexy. Why the hell was it so sexy?

When he offered his hand, his smile knowing, she took it, allowing him to lead her where he would, packing her dripping shoes and socks along with her. 

~

Mia sat in a parlour out of Downton Abbey, warm wool socks on her feet, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a sweater lent to her by Tom. It was a weird way to end up in a man's clothes, borrowed after being thoroughly soaked, thanks to him, but it wasn't as if she could wear Emma's. 

Upon seeing them dripping down the hall, his sister's shriek of distress had echoed and caused every servant within hearing distance - which was quite a lot - to pour into the hall and gape as the Lord of Highpark walked barefoot and soggy toward the stairs. 

He scolded Emma for making a scene, but it lacked conviction when Emma rounded crossly on him and launched into a beautiful dressing down. It tickled Mia to no end to hear Emma call her brother a slew of names in her cultured accent and then demand he apologize. 

Mia snickered when he sheepishly said he already had, earning a side-eye and amused smirk that made her shiver. 

Emma scoffed but immediately began to fuss, insisting Mia be led upstairs and allowed to shower before she 'caught her death,' then insisted Tom provide alternate clothing as there was no way Mia could borrow any of hers. 

Mia wanted to protest but knew it was stupid. She was soaked to the bones and gratefully agreed, as the idea of standing under hot running water was appealing. 

Still clinging to Tom's hand - as he wouldn't let her go - Mia climbed their fancy stairs, trying not to stare like a ninny. 

Emma and no less than three maids separated her from Tom, herding her in one direction as his fingers lingered, skimming her palm as he reluctantly released her. 

She glanced back in time to watch him walk the other way. Her traitorous heart fluttered when he flexed his hand, making her wonder if his also tingled. 

Emma insisted she give over her clothes so they could be washed and dried. 

After much fussing, they returned downstairs, where Mia was bundled before the fireplace, given a lap quilt, tea, and cookies. 

The entire experience was surreal. 

"You're sure he apologized?" Emma fretted, scowling at the door as if Tom would appear at any moment. 

He hadn't. The clothes were waiting on the bed when she got out of the shower, but since then, she hadn't seen so much as a hair of the oldest Hiddleston. 

"He did. Though, I gave him what for first. Who runs out in front of a moving vehicle?" Mia grumbled, nibbling the edge of her lemon-flavoured cookie. 

Emma glanced at the door again and sighed. "Tom doesn't like any of us driving in weather like this. That's how accidents happen."

“Accidents?” Mia murmured. 

The wane smile on Emma's lips slipped. "Our parents were killed in a storm like this. A car lost control, sending them off the road. The crash killed them both instantly."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I lost my parents to a house fire."

Emma gasped. "Oh, Mia! I knew they passed when you were young, but I didn't know how. Were you home at the time?"

She shook her head. "I was sleeping over at my friend's house. The police woke her parents, and they had to tell me. I was eleven. Someone said they died of smoke inhalation in their sleep. It was unlikely they ever woke up before…" She swallowed thickly and looked away. 

"At least there is that," Emma smiled. 

"Small comforts when you're little," she sighed, then shook her head. "Well, this conversation turned morbid."

Emma chuckled. "Should I ask about your ex and get all the ugly out of the way?"

"There's not much to tell there. Colt and I met in the last year of university. At first, he was amazing. I didn't have a lot of friends growing up in foster care, and unfortunately, you hit eighteen, and you're on your own. I worked a few years first to save money for school, went back late, but got my fine arts degree. A fat lot of good it does you though. It's not the most sought-after degree in the job market." Mia rolled her eyes, causing Emma to snort. "He was in his last year of law. We became friends and then started dating. Two years later, I moved in with him. Everything changed with the pandemic."

"It was hard, even on us." Mia frowned, but Emma shrugged. "Running Highpark is expensive, but we love it. We do what we can to keep it going."

"I should know that. So many places like this have turned to tours and rental options to keep them afloat. Plus, I've seen your website."

Emma scoffed. "Hack job of a cut and paste." She cast Mia a devious side-eye. "Perhaps an art major would be willing to give us a hand?"

Mia chuckled. "I majored in fine art, not computer design, but I can help with colour theory if you want."

"I want," Emma begged. "I feel like a five-year-old designed that thing."

"You?" Mia snickered. 

"Kip," she scoffed. 

Mia giggled. "Well, that makes perfect sense."

"An artist he is not," Emma chuckled. "He tried, but that's not his cuppa."

"You didn't want a professional to do it?"

Emma sighed and slumped against the sofa back. "At the time, we couldn't. We didn't know how bad it was before Mum and Dad died. I was gone, married to Ethan already. Tom was off being a rising star, with Kip chasing his heels. You can imagine the shock when, after the funeral, we discovered Highpark was so close to foreclosure that the bank was breathing down our collective necks. But we couldn't let it go. It's our home, all we've known, and so much of our history is wrapped up here. Tom gave up his career to come home and sort it but insisted Kip keep striving for his dreams. He tried to stop Ethan and I from moving back, but I insisted. Besides, Highpark is good for the boys."

She had sent the kids off to pester Kip, causing peels of laughter to reverberate down the hall at odd intervals. 

Emma explained that the eastern wing of the castle was strictly for family, whereas the western wing and great hall were open to the public. After a few months, they brought in the cafe and expanded into weddings, resulting in a smashing success, rapidly bringing Highpark back into the black. 

Now, with Ethan and Tom working on bettering the bloodline of the stud - something their family had run for generations but her father showed little interest in, allowing it to falter - they had two thriving businesses that weathered the chaos of Covid quite well. 

Mia could tell Emma was very proud of her family, especially her brother Tom and his sacrifices to save their family home.

"Sadly, Colt and I didn't weather the pandemic," Mia sighed, accepting another cookie and a sandwich for her plate before thrusting her hand through her hair. 

"It was bad?"

"It didn't start out that way. I think the forced proximity, working from home, constantly in each other's space grated on him. We had a decent-sized apartment, but there's only so many places you can go in fourteen hundred square feet."

Emma winced. "I suppose there is."

"I made a lot of excuses for him, missed a lot of red flags." Mia watched the fire crackle in the fireplace. "Some I didn't even see until I was on a plane halfway across the Atlantic reflecting on what happened. He started seeing someone else a year ago."

"He cheated? That bastard!" Emma cried. 

Mia flashed her a halfhearted smile. "It was pretty clear we were only going through the motions by then. There was no intimacy. We barely spoke to each other. I tried, but he would yell, scream really, and punch walls." Sighing, she rubbed her forehead. "I should have left when that started, but I had a shit job that barely covered my costs and no way of affording a place on my own. I didn't even have a car to live out of because I always used city transit."

Letting her head fall back on the sofa, Mia stared at the ceiling, very high and decorated with fancy plaster. 

"What about other friends?"

The self-deprecating laugh escaped before she could stop it. "Didn't have any."

"No one?" Emma whispered, taken aback. 

Mia sighed. "I'm… a bit quirky. My brain doesn't work like everyone else's. It's easy for me to fall into a project and stay there until someone pulls me out. The single-minded focus can be acute to the point that I don't see anyone or anything else until it's done. Friends would reach out, but when I stopped reaching back… they gave up. I never meant to ignore them; it just happens."

"People are shit."

Mia glanced at Emma. The sympathy, understanding, and annoyance invading her face was a surprise. 

"I understand better than you think," she sighed, picking at the sleeve of her sweater. "You wouldn't know, but I'm not the typical lady of the manor. I was a bit of a disappointment to my parents, a little too loud, too exuberant, too fanciful. They didn't understand me. Thankfully, Kip, Tom, and Ethan do. We moved back from the north, and like you, I lost most of the friends I made when I was no longer 'available' because Highpark became my focus."

"I wondered," Mia teased. "You don't remind me of Lady Mary Crawley at all."

Emma burst out laughing. "Oh, thank the universe for that!"

Mia chuckled, ate her sandwich, and groaned. "Gods, everyone's bread tastes like freaking ambrosia."

"Bread doesn't taste good in Canada?" Emma snickered. 

Mia shook her head. "Store bought isn't the same. I swear Cora's going to make me fat."

"Oh, please! You're a stick compared to my hips!"

"Besides, with that fiery temperament, you would burn off everything you eat."

The comment came from the doorway where Tom leaned against the frame. 

Casually dressed in dark pants and a blue polo shirt that matched the colour of his eyes, he smiled to indicate he was teasing before stalking into the room in a pair of well-worn boots with a black jacket slung over his arm. His curls were slightly more russet than Kip's and tumbled over his forehead, giving a boyish bent to his impish grin.

The man was not allowed to look so damn fine. 

"I assure you I'm perfectly polite on most occasions. It's not my fault you're cynical," she smirked. 

He raised his free hand in a gesture of surrender. "Yes, alright. I admit I was an arse in the worst way possible. I thought you'd forgiven me. Perhaps I was mistaken?"

Mia lifted her chin at his raised eyebrow. "Maybe I like watching you grovel?"

"Should I get down on my knees and beg, love?"

"I thought you were the one demanding everyone kneel?" she quipped, sipping the last of her tea. 

Tom stalked across the room, braced his hands on the arms of her chair, and leaned in. "Is that how you speak to a God?"

Mia barked a quickly covered laugh. "You'd be surprised." 

There was a flicker of confusion before his grin spread. "Cheeky wench."

She gasped in mock affront. "Wench! How dare you?"

Tom laughed and stood, shaking his head. "And here I keep expecting to find this polite Canadian Kip speaks of."

"We're polite, not pushovers," Mia snickered. 

Gods, she could smell him now. Citrus and musk, something orangey and masculine that made her insides quiver like jello.

"Are you interrupting for a reason, Thomas?" Emma asked, clearly amused by both of them.

"The rain ended. I thought Mia might like to see the rest of Highpark now that we are no longer in danger of floating away."

His blue eyes offered a challenge Mia was helpless to resist. "I'm not sure my clothes will be dry yet."

"Then wear mine," he practically purred, hand outstretched. "We'll borrow you a pair of wellies if yours are still damp and be off."

Mia studied him for a moment before glancing at Emma. "Do you mind?"

"Not at all!" she beamed, popping up from her seat like a Jack-in-the-box. "Have fun, you two!"

Mia blinked after her retreating back in surprise. "She's… spritely."

Tom snickered. "Emma is chaos personified in a person. She's a whirlwind, capable of bending people to her will when they least want to."

The description was so apt Mia laughed as she took his hand and threw off her lap quilt. "Maybe, but I think she's awesome."

He grasped her fingers, and Mia had to fight not to react to the sparks that shot up her arm. Then he pulled her closer, into the circle of his body heat, sending shivers down her spine again. 

"I imagine she feels the same way about you, love," Tom murmured, his eyes intense on her face. His jacket landed on her empty chair before his free hand pressed into her lower back. He didn't pull her closer, just held her firmly in place. 

"I deeply regret what I said earlier."

Mia tipped her head. "Which part? That I was making a play for your brother or that I'm a strumpet?"

Twin spots of colour burned into his cheeks. "All of the above. Kip once was so much a playboy it got him in trouble, but Serina has been good for him, and he is smitten with their daughter. I didn't want to see him make a mistake that could ruin everything he's worked for."

She peered up at him as the fire crackled in its grate. "That's your thing, isn't it?"

"My thing?"

"You rescue people." His family home, his brother, she wouldn't be surprised if he pulled Emma out of trouble along the line, too. 

Pain cracked his smile. "Better the rescuer than the villain."

The regret leaching into his smile hurt her heart, causing her to tease, "But you played such an excellent villain." She tilted up her chin. "Though, he wasn't truly a villain at all, was he?"

"Misunderstood," he murmured, his gaze drifting from her eyes. 

"He had a shit foster dad. I know how that is." Mia's eyes darted down to his mouth.

Tom licked his lips. "Do you?"

"Yeah. But what your Loki did wasn't his fault. He was tortured and brainwashed. I saw that in Avengers."

His grin grew. "I bet you did."

Before she could stop herself, entranced by the man's delectable mouth, Mia murmured, "Loki appreciates how well you played the part. He's still mad about the hair, though."

"Pardon?"

Mia started, blushed crimson, and attempted to step away, but he didn't let her, keeping her trapped in a dancer's embrace.

"It's nothing!" she insisted. 

Tom tilted his head, studying her with narrowed eyes. "You say Gods when you curse. You talk of Loki as if you speak to him instead of about him. And you've yet to set foot in any of Kelso's churches. Are you Pagan?"

That took her by surprise. Everyone in town really did know everyone else's business. 

Mia sighed. "Norse Pagan with Lokean leanings."

"Really?" he grinned. 

"Don't flatter yourself. I was Lokean long before you played Loki," she huffed.

"I did so much research into the practice, Loki, and the Eddas to play that part, but couldn't find anyone who would talk to me directly about their practice."

Bright puppy eyes begged down at her. 

Mia chuckled. "You still have questions?"

"So many questions!" he laughed.

"I'm happy to answer from my perspective. I can't speak for other people's practice, but I'll talk about mine."

"Brilliant!" He beamed.

"Just… don't tell everyone and their dog."

He frowned. "Why?"

"People can be judgy asshats who don't understand the difference between fiction and faith."

"I can understand that. And if I say something offensive, feel free to kick me in the shin."

Mia chuckled. "I will."

He laughed and shook his head. "I don't doubt you will, love. Don't doubt it at all."

Next Chapter

[wonderhecko]

what's a jumper and y it gotta be around a water meter

i'm gonna use an image pulled from google because it's probably not good practice to use a customer's...even if this is using a solid copper wire and not stranded like is typical in my area...but thats a digression water mains (the pipe on the left going into the foundation and out to the street) make an excellent ground fault path and it's good to bond the house's water line (on the right) so that all the connected piping in the house cannot be accidentally energized. the copper wire is a "jumper" which bridges a gap that could be made by removing the water meter. a water meter may be removed for servicing or more likely, a dispute over non-payment. what's likely happening in the video is another major fault in the house's electrical or the utility supply causing the ground fault path to be energized indefinitely. without the jumper, all this current is running through the water meter so it's gonna arc and spark when the connection is loose. it still wouldn't be a good situation without the jumper. i pared this down like 100 times so im sorry if its still confusing. electrical can be hard to relay and ive been completely immersed in it for 7-8 years now so ive lost perspective. i saw a similar situation in one house cause a fire but i only got there after the fact

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Fiber Optic Solutions in Dubai: Enhancing Connectivity with Advanced Technologies

Dubai has long been a global leader in embracing cutting-edge technologies to drive progress and development. The city's telecommunications infrastructure is no exception, with fiber optic cables, fiber patch cords, and joint closures playing crucial roles in ensuring seamless connectivity across the UAE. In this article, we delve into the significance of these components, along with the critical roles of Optical Distribution Frames (ODF) and Micro Duct systems in Dubai’s advanced communication networks.

Fiber Optic Cables in Dubai

Fiber optic cables are the backbone of modern telecommunications networks. These cables, made from thin strands of glass or plastic, transmit data as light signals, allowing for high-speed internet and reliable communication over long distances. In Dubai, fiber optic cables are essential for various applications, from residential internet connections to large-scale corporate networks and smart city projects.

The advantages of fiber optic cables over traditional copper wires are numerous. They offer greater bandwidth, enabling faster data transmission speeds and supporting the growing demand for high-definition content, video conferencing, and cloud-based services. Additionally, fiber optic cables are less susceptible to electromagnetic interference, providing a more stable and secure connection.

Fiber Patch Cords in Dubai

Fiber patch cords, also known as fiber jumpers, are short fiber optic cables used to connect devices within a network. These cords are critical for establishing connections between different pieces of hardware, such as switches, servers, and patch panels. In Dubai's fast-paced and technology-driven environment, the need for reliable and efficient fiber patch cords is paramount.

Patch cords come in various types and configurations, including single-mode and multi-mode fibers, each suited for specific applications. Single-mode fibers are typically used for long-distance communication, while multi-mode fibers are ideal for shorter distances and local area networks (LANs). The versatility and reliability of fiber patch cords in dubai make them indispensable in Dubai's telecommunications infrastructure.

Joint Closures in Dubai

Joint closures are protective enclosures used to join and secure fiber optic cables. These closures are essential for maintaining the integrity of fiber optic networks, especially in outdoor and underground installations. In Dubai, where the climate can be harsh and construction activities are frequent, joint closures in Dubai play a vital role in protecting fiber optic connections from environmental factors such as moisture, dust, and physical damage.

Modern joint closures are designed to be robust and easy to install, ensuring that fiber optic networks remain operational with minimal downtime. They are also engineered to accommodate future expansions, making them a cost-effective solution for growing networks in Dubai.

The Role of ODF in Dubai’s Telecommunications

Optical Distribution Frames (ODF) are critical components in managing and organizing fiber optic cables within a network. These frames provide a central point for connecting and routing fiber optic cables, ensuring efficient and orderly cable management. In Dubai, ODFs are widely used in data centers, telecommunications hubs, and other critical infrastructure.

ODFs help reduce the complexity of managing large volumes of fiber optic cables, making it easier to perform maintenance, upgrades, and troubleshooting. They also enhance the overall reliability and performance of the network by minimizing signal loss and ensuring secure connections.

Micro Duct Systems in Dubai

Micro Duct systems are innovative solutions for deploying fiber optic cables in a cost-effective and efficient manner. These systems consist of small, flexible conduits that house fiber optic cables, allowing for easy installation and expansion. In Dubai, where rapid development and technological advancements are the norms, Micro Duct systems are becoming increasingly popular.

Micro Duct systems offer several benefits, including reduced installation costs, faster deployment times, and minimal disruption to existing infrastructure. They are particularly useful in urban environments where space is limited, and the need for scalable and future-proof solutions is high.

Conclusion

Dubai’s commitment to advancing its telecommunications infrastructure is evident in its widespread adoption of fiber optic technologies. From fiber optic cables and patch cords to joint closures, ODFs, and Micro Duct systems, each component plays a crucial role in ensuring the city remains at the forefront of connectivity and innovation. As Dubai continues to grow and evolve, its reliance on these advanced technologies will only increase, driving further progress and development in the UAE.

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[splodge04]

7. "No one has ever done that for me before." please? 🥺

When I started this one, I had no idea that it was going to be this long. I’ve had to split it into two parts! :) I’ve not finished the other one, actually, but I will at some point when I’m not busy.

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New Caprica was a funny place. It felt like a strange and diluted version of home, a muted cacophony of hopes and dreams gone awry. People were trying to make it a place to live, they were trying to build themselves up from nothing, attempting to mould the relatively barren land into something of comfort. It just didn't feel right, though, didn't seem to have the potentials that they'd all hoped for once they'd jumped into orbit around the planet, and it left a sour expression on so many people's faces. The disappointment was as suffocating as fog, and it fingered its way through the small settlement, tainting anything in its path. 

There was one person who seemed to be able to see the land for more than what it was or at least made it seem that way when she spoke about it, and that was the woman who he'd been looking forward to seeing for weeks.

"Are you just going to stand there staring? Or are you going to pick something up?" Laura chided playfully, scooping a strand of her auburn hair out of the way of her face as she gave him a toothless grin.

Bill smiled at her, admiring the way that her copper hair seemed to make everything around her so much duller than what it was. It was even better that she was dressed in green, a dark pine green in fact, that not only brought out the colour in her eyes but also made her hair look like fire.

"I've got it, don't worry," he responded, smirking as he picked up a small backpack and flung it over his shoulder, catching another sneaky glance in her direction, not being able to keep his eyes off of her for more than a few minutes. Initially, he hadn’t anticipated how much he would miss her. Those sparkling green eyes that he would meet over a table, the light chuckle she’d offer him when they were alone, the companionship she’d given him unintentionally. There was so much about her that he hadn’t realised had become a part of his environment, not at least until she wasn’t around anymore.

"I was glad that you made it down as early as you did," Laura offered, settling a backpack on her own shoulders, and adjusting the straps so they were tighter. "I know it's grim right now, and it's quite a regular occurrence to have this misty sort of rain at this time of day, but as you break through over the hill, past the mist, you'll get to see the morning sun rising up."

"I'm looking forward to it," Bill replied truthfully, adjusting the straps on his own backpack, making it a little looser over his broad shoulders. The truth was, she could be taking him to a mud hole in the middle of a field and he would enjoy it just the same because it was time he was getting to spend with her. What he loved about this current topic of conversation, was how animated she was about it, how it excited her, energised her, and made her seem hopeful for her future.

"You'll really love it. Honestly, when I say that the water is like looking through glass, I might not be emphasising it enough." Laura did the zipper up of her jumper until he stopped just below her chin before grabbing something on her wrist and bundling up her hair at the back of her head.

Bill watched, slightly fascinated, slightly enamoured by the way she allowed a strand on either side of her face to hang loose. He liked it, really liked it. "Shall we then?" He replied quickly, swallowing hard when he realised that she’d caught him staring again. Perhaps she was going to get paranoid she had something on her face if he carried on, or worse, realise that he had it bad.

At first, as they navigated through the tents, Bill followed behind Laura who seemed to know the rows as if they were streets, stopping every now and again to make sure that he was behind her, occasionally stopping to say hello to people. It surprised him how early people got up on the planet, half expecting people to fall into a routine, but then, they’d all adjusted to space, and that would take time to come back from. Perhaps it was the natural light, which was most definitely increasing, that had people waking up. 

They walked for a while, both of them casting idle conversation at each other to fill the time. It was nice, sort of, to talk about simple things, things that held no real consequence. It wasn't like before when they often had to talk about their next strategic move, next crisis or drama. The chatter was navigated based on the desire for conversation versus the necessity for work. What Bill loved about it, was just how relaxed she seemed, and even though she should never have lost the Presidency, she was still taking everything in her stride. 

"Just up here is a nice crop of weed," Laura pointed, turning her head to offer Bill a knowing gaze, her eyes sparkling beneath the haze of morning, smirking playfully. 

Fond memories passed between them without the need for words. Bill remembered the first time he’d come down to the surface to spend some time with her. Regardless of what he’d said was the reason for his visit, the groundbreaking ceremony, it had primarily been because he’d wanted to see how she was doing, and also to fill the hole she’d managed to leave behind when she’d decided to settle on the planet. They’d had an amazing evening, existed as people, explored the area, and each other, and it had been a heavy instigator into his need to feel land beneath his feet as often as he could allow. It had made him think about his future, their future, and how things could be better. Flashes of her laugh, her red dress, her drunken-stoned confessions, her hands, and her lips all flashed in his mind’s eye. “Do you still have a stash?” he asked, half-joking in his enquiry, blinking away the image of her lying beneath him. 

“Why? Looking to get a little buzzed on your day off?” Laura half-joked, looking over her shoulder with a wide smile.

“I would if I could,” Bill offered, a tinge of sadness in his voice. It was just a day off, not enough to really let himself go long enough to entertain it like before. “I need to head back up tonight.” 

Laura nodded, her facial expression souring subtly, disappointment flashing before being hidden by a forced smile. “I know.”

They remained quiet for a while after that, both of them lost in thoughts of the other, thinking about the last time they’d been able to let go in each other’s presence. It had been a wild night, well, for them at least, and they’d both been able to remove layers to the other, like onions, exposing the person beneath the facade that they’d been working with for so long. They’d gotten glimpses, little breadcrumbs, over the months in space, but it had been so nice to really experience life as a person.

"This is a lot further than I'd assumed," Bill stated flatly, ignoring the burn in his calves as he tried to maintain his pace up the hill. Perhaps he’d overestimated his fitness, utilising the gym every now and then, but not really putting in as much effort as he should. 

"Is the Admiral struggling?" Laura called over her shoulder as she reached the peak of the hill they were climbing.

"No, the Admiral isn't struggling," he countered firmly like a stubborn child, hoisting the backpack on his shoulders a little higher. Even without seeing her face, he knew that she was grinning, the chiding playful tone in her voice telling him that she was teasing, and he couldn’t help but allow a smile to spread across his face in response as he shook his head. 

The walk wasn’t challenging, not really, and it felt nice to be able to get his blood pumping in the fresh crisp air. Even though his legs were crying for relief, used to the artificial gravity and flat surfaces of Galactica, it was good to feel the burn of exercise, and as he broke over the top of the ridge, he could see why she’d taken him up there, his eyes growing wide as he stared out at the beautiful landscape ahead of him. 

Twisting slightly to catch Laura’s smug expression, he could see the flush to her cheeks, the healthy sheen of sweat that made her glow. It made him feel a little uncomfortable, not because it was horrible, but because it was enamouring to see her looking so natural and unburdened. Flashes of their last night together filtered through again, the softness of her skin, the way her hips felt beneath his hands, and the way he’d tasted the saltiness of her sweat as he’d kissed up her neck. 

“Beat you,” Laura chuckled as she temporarily removed the backpack from her shoulders, giving herself a reprieve, she could see the expression on Bill’s face change. 

When Bill shifted his eyes to land ahead of him, he could see huge rugose mounds of rock in the distance, their tips reaching towards the clouds in uneven placements. From where he stood, they were like big daunting giants, splashes of white at the peaks that made them stand out against the early morning sky. This place seemed so much more vibrant and alive in comparison to the settlement, the trees a little lusher as they cascaded out in asymmetrical rows that trailed off into the distance like pointed green arrows. It was much rockier than he’d expected, and he knew that it wouldn't make a great landscape to farm on, but it didn’t make it any less brilliant. 

“It’s not too much further,” Laura confirmed as she raised her finger to point to the bottom of the canyon. “If you look over there, you can see the water that I mentioned.” 

Bill could see a small space at the bottom that was relatively flat in comparison to everything else, a piece of land that lay next to a moving body of water that caught the light of the rising sun and made it appear like shimmering diamonds. He could see the appeal. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” 

When Bill turned back to her to agree, he had to stop himself from saying anything as he looked at her. The early morning sun had shifted from muted pastels and greys to bright oranges and yellows. As she stood side-on, the light reflecting off of her face, giving her a warm glow like an ember in a fire, he couldn’t help but feel thankful for her presence in his life. Something so beautiful had come out of a tragic and horrible event that had ended their worlds. Without it, though, as bad as it may sound, he’d never have her around, and that in itself was something he could never comprehend without feeling a huge pang of sadness. Perhaps one day he’d settle down on the planet, and if he was lucky, carve out a life with her if she’d allow it. “Really beautiful,” he replied, not talking about the landscape. 

When Laura connected with his eyes, she could see something flickering there that made her hold her breath. The softness in his eyes, the familiar warmth of his evaluating expression, told her everything that she needed to know. The man wasn’t talking about the landscape. It made her blush, the heat rising up from her neck to her forehead as she offered him a coy smile. “Come on,” she offered. “Let’s get going.” 

They walked side by side down the hill, and Bill noted that the descent seemed to take a little longer than he’d anticipated. Perhaps it was because he was being extra careful, or because they were thoroughly enjoying each other's company, their shoulders occasionally connecting as they walked. Laura seemed less bothered by the scattered and uneven surface of the rocks beneath her feet, but she held back to walk with him, smiling at him every now and then. 

“Ooft,” he heard after a thud, and when he turned his head he couldn’t see the bundle of auburn hair at his side. “Laura?” he queried, turning on his feet to look down where he could see her sitting on her backside with her hand on her ankle looking bemused. 

“I didn’t pay enough attention to that last group of stones I was walking over,” she said through a grimace as she gently rubbed the edges of her ankle. “Frak,” she groaned, raising her eyes to him to see a mixture of amusement and concern. 

Bill squatted down at her side and lifted her foot up by the boot so he could gently wriggle it off. “Does it really hurt?” he asked as the boot came free. 

Laura shrugged at first, attempting to wiggle her foot from side to side, but quickly recoiled as the pain shot up through her leg. “You could say that,” she said through a partial laugh and yelp. 

“We should get you back to Cottle so he can have a look. It’s probably just a sprain, but it’s best to be safe.” Bill got back to his feet and offered out both of his hands so he could pull her upwards. 

“No. We’ve gotten this far, and it’s only just down there. I’ll manage, it might just take a little longer than usual. It’s a shame to have come this way, to make the effort, and go back just as we’ve got there. The rest will do me good down there. I can put my foot in the water. It’s cold. It’ll help reduce any swelling.” 

When she grabbed his hand, Bill planted both of his feet and dug in, pulling her forward so he could gently raise her upwards. “I don’t want you to do any further damage to yourself,” he replied, not being able to help but smile when she gave him a scowl. “Ok, fine. But we won’t stay long. The last thing I want is to be stuck out here when it gets dark.” 

“We have hours,” she answered coolly, grabbing his shoulder for stability as she adjusted herself on one leg so she could keep her other off of the ground. “I also,” she paused, her voice getting a little softer. “I don’t know when you’ll next be down here, and I really wanted to show it to you.” 

The sadness in her words didn’t go undetected, and he nodded before scooping his arm around her back to give her some support. “So stubborn,” he joked, appreciating the way the pads of her fingers grazed over the skin of his neck as she held onto it. 

“You wouldn’t want me any other way.” 

Bill laughed through his nose and nodded. There was nothing that he would change about her. Nothing at all. 

One step at a time, slowly at first so they could get a rhythm, they walked downwards. Laura did her best to hop over stones and rocks, using Bill as an anchor when things got a little uneven. It was slow going. On a few occasions, she nearly lost her balance, and if Bill hadn’t been there to hold onto her, his hand hooked beneath her arm, she would have landed on her backside again. 

It was nice to spend time with Laura, but it hadn’t been what he’d anticipated really, and at the rate they were going, he’d have to get her back up the hill and back to camp as soon as they got to the water. As he turned to look at her, watching her scowl at the floor as she kept an eye on her footing, he suddenly had an idea. “Here,” Bill said, stopping in his tracks to take his backpack off. “I have an idea.” 

“You’re not going to call for a raptor, are you?” she side-eyed him suspiciously, wondering if he had some sort of communication device in his backpack. 

Waiting for her to stabilise herself on her feet before he let go, Bill shook his head and grinned. “No,” he chuckled. “I’m going to carry you.” 

“What!” she exasperated with wide eyes, doing her best not to lose her balance as she glared at him with defiance. “That is not going to happen. You’re not going to carry me in your arms all the way down there,” she flicked her hand outwards for dramatic effect, but immediately regretted it when she almost fell backwards. 

“I’m not going to carry you in my arms,” he shrugged, taking his backpack and putting it on the front of his body. “I’m going to carry you on my back.” 

The smug smile that Bill was offering Laura had her momentarily bemused. Then, as she let the idea settle in, she thought it would be quite nice to use Bill as a horse. The idea of riding Bill made her head pop, and she almost had to stop herself from laughing out loud when she realised she’d technically already done that. “So, you’re going to be my packhorse then?” 

“A packhorse?” he exclaimed with raised eyebrows and mock indignation. “You mean the President’s trusty steed?”

“Something like that,” she smirked. “Although horses neigh, don’t they?” 

“Yeah, neigh do,” he offered with a deadpan tone. 

“That was AWFUL,” she scoffed through a laugh, shaking her head in disbelief. “Although, no one has ever done that for me before.”

Bill loved seeing her laugh. There was something about the way that her whole face lit up, how her body bobbed as her throaty chuckle filled the air like music. It was so good to see her happy. “Come on then,” he finally said, turning around so his back was facing her. “You need to jump, but not too hard or you’ll send the pair of us flying.” 

After two failed attempts, one where Laura accidentally punched him in the head as she tried to hook her hands around his neck, she managed to get on his back. It had been hard to get enough leverage with only one leg to get her up. “Am I sitting right?” 

“Yeah. No sudden movement. I’ll be as careful as possible. It shouldn’t take long.”

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Exploring the Versatility of Stranded Flexible Copper Jumpers and Silver-Plated Copper Wire

Introduction 

Today's low-pressure technology relies heavily on electroplating materials. From the gadgets we use every day to the electricity infrastructure supplying electricity to cities, dependable electrical supplies are critical. Among these items, soft wires brass jumpers in silver-plated brass wires stand out for their adaptability and effectiveness. 

What are Stranded Flexible Copper Jumpers? 

Definition and Structure 

Simple brass jumps are made from several small twisted copper wires, forming a simple single type. This design offers greater flexibility compared to rigid copper tubing, making it ideal for applications requiring movement or bending. 

Applications and Uses 

Stranded Flexible Tin Coated Copper Wire Rope jumps in wires are commonly used in electrical equipment, grounding systems, and bonding applications. Their flexibility makes them suitable for dynamic environments with vibration or frequent movement.

Advantages of Stranded Flexible Copper Jumpers

Flexibility and Durability

The main advantage of flexible copper jumpers is their flexibility. This quality reduces the risk of breakage when the lines are bent or twisted, and increases their durability. 

Conductivity and Efficiency 

Copper is known for its excellent conductivity, and stranded flexible copper jumpers maintain this characteristic while adding the benefit of flexibility. This provides a smooth flow of electricity with minimal energy loss.

Installation and Maintenance Easy 

Easy Installation Process 

Installation of stranded flexible copper jumpers is straightforward due to their flexibility. It can easily be moved around tight surfaces and around obstacles, making installation easy. 

Maintenance Tips 

Regular inspection is essential to ensure the longevity of the flexible brass jumpers. Check for evidence of wear and tear, and replace all damaged parts as quickly as you can to ensure peak performance. 

What is Silver Plated Copper Wire? 

Definition and Structure 

Silver-plated copper wire is made of copper covered with a small amount of silver. This combination mixes copper's powerful durability and silver's above conductivity and oxidation resistance. 

Applications and Uses

Silver-plated copper wire is used in repetitive and high-temperature applications, such as aerospace, telecommunications, and military equipment. The silver coating increases performance in these harsh environments. 

Benefits of Silver-Plated Copper Wire

Enhanced Conductivity

Silver is the most conductive metal, and coating copper wire with silver increases the overall conductivity of water. This makes silver-plated copper wire ideal for repetitive applications where efficient signal transmission is critical. 

Corrosion resistance

The silver coating protects the wire prevent corrosion and oxidation, enhancing its life in all kinds of events. 

Stranded, flexible copper jumpers & silver-plated copper wire.  

Key Comparison of Differences

While both types of wire are highly conductive, stranded flexible a copper jumpers offer greater flexibility, making them ideal for frequent flight applications. Silver-plated copper wire, on the other hand, performs well at elevated frequencies and temperatures because of its excellent conductivity & corrosion resistance. 

When to Use Each 

Use Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors jumpers in sticky areas where flexibility is required, such as mechanical or electrical outlets. Choose silver-plated copper wire in multi-use applications such as telecommunications and aerospace, where high conductivity and durability are required. 

Typical Applications of This Material 

Telecommunications 

Flexible copper jumpers with both wires and silver-plated copper wire are important in the telecommunications industry. They ensure reliable signal transmission and power distribution, supporting the larger network. 

Automotive Industry 

Flexible horizontal copper leaps are used in cars electrical systems due to their flexibility & durability. Silver-plated wire made from copper is utilized in applications requiring strong conductivity and resilience in harsh conditions. 

Aerospace Industries 

Silver-plated copper wires have become commonplace in the aerospace sector due to their superior performance for high-frequency and high-temperature settings. This guarantees the safety & reliability of vital space systems. 

Recycling Copper Jumpers and Silver-Plated Copper Wires 

Emerging Technologies

Emerging technologies, such as electric cars and renewable energy sources, are increasingly dependent upon high-performance electrical components. Both smooth copper jumpers and silver-plated copper wire are crucial in these new applications. 

Future Trends 

As technology advances, the demand for efficient and durable electrical products will continue to grow. The versatility and reliability of the smooth copper jumpers and silver-plated copper wire position them well for future developments. 

Environment and Sustainability 

Recycling and Recycling

Copper and silver all highly recyclable materials. Recycling this metal reduces its environmental impact & conserves natural resources, pushing the business to adopt more sustainable methods. 

Environmentally friendly practices 

Manufacturers are using ecologically friendly processes to manufacture elastic copper jumpers & silver-plated copper wire. This includes removing waste, avoiding energy, and utilizing environmentally friendly products and procedures. 

Choosing the Right Supplier 

What to Look for in a Supplier 

When choosing a supplier of smooth brass jumpers and silver-plated brass wire, consider factors such as product quality, reliability, and customer service. Ensure that the supplier has a good reputation and delivers products that meet industry standards.

 Questions to Ask Potential Suppliers 

What certifications do you have for your products? 

Can you provide references from interested customers? 

What is your quality management system? 

How do you handle product verification and returns? 

Cost Considerations 

Price and Performance 

While cost is an important factor, it is important to balance price and performance. Investing in a simple smooth brass jumper and silver-plated brass wire can provide long-term savings by reducing maintenance and replacement costs.

 Long-Term Financing Investment

Think about the long-term advantages of using excellent in quality electrical equipment. High-quality items may cost more at first, but they boost performance, durability, and confidence, resulting in expense advantages. 

Case Studies 

Successful Applications 

Several manufacturers have successfully used flexible copper jumpers and silver-plated copper tubing in their systems. This case study highlights the value of high-quality electrical components for a variety of applications.

Lessons Learned

 Learning from the experiences of others can provide valuable insights into the best practices for flexible copper jumpers and silver-plated copper wire. This knowledge can help improve performance and efficiency in your applications. 

Conclusion

Flexible copper jumpers with silver-plated wire made of copper are critical components of current electrical systems. Their flexibility, durability, and efficiency render them great for an array of applications across industries. 

[rentsturner]

hi liv :) if requests are still open, can I please request a hc with Obi helping you cope when you’re stressed? I had bad stress dreams last night & would like one (1) man to help me with midterms 🥺🥺

Here’s me repeating my usual tropes because I’m always soft for gratuitous fluff ok here we go

You and Obi always have a little routine in the evenings, after dinner

You almost always have work to do, hunched over your laptop on the dining table, papers spread haphazardly around you

Obi usually just sits with his nose in a book, reading glasses on, snuggled up in a jumper

Waiting patiently for you to finish your papers and projects so that he can finally take you to bed and wrap his arms around you

But he can’t help but notice when your stressed

It’s obvious to him, just from the little things

The small huffs of breath coming from where you’re sat,

the way your pen taps anxiously against the hardwood table,

the suspicious lack of familiar taps and clicks from your computer, as the ability to concentrate eludes you

Obi-Wan notices these little things and he can’t help but want to comfort you

He’ll do anything to relieve that stress, even if you did tell him that you needed to concentrate

He loves you too much, that’s the problem

He gets up from his little cocoon with a small yawn and walks over to your table

‘Maybe you should take a break, my love? Just for a few minutes?’

You reluctantly tell him no, that you have to get this research paper done, it’s due in tomorrow

You can hear Obi’s chuckle over your shoulder

‘Well this technique obviously isn’t working, my dear, maybe we should try something different?’

‘We?’

Now Obi comes to sit on the chair opposite you, his blue eyes twinkling as the corners of his mouth pull up into a smile

‘Yes, we. I’ll read out your notes, you start typing your paper. Maybe another voice will help kickstart your brain?’

Not just any voice, Obi Wan Kenobi’s voice.

That deep, smooth tone, the proper enounciation of every word

the melody that’s so familiar to you from the many nights Obi has spent reciting his poetry to you, cuddled amongst mountains of blankets and pillows

It doesn’t take long for you to say yes

And it works unsurprisingly, the paper pretty much done within a few hours

Albeit Obi Wan did stop every 10 minutes to tell you how amazing you look

You rolled your eyes at him everytime

‘Keep reading, Kenobi’

‘Well I’m sorry for reminding you how attractive you are’

Tone dripping with sarcasm.

He rolls his eyes back at you everytime

When you’re finally done, Obi Wan insists on running you a warm shower. (Not a bath, because he wants to get in with you)

He also insists on washing your hair for you, running his hands gently through the strands, and giving you an impromptu head massage while he’s at it

Obi tries not to get too excited, knowing that you’re tired,

But he can’t help but plant a few kisses on your skin - your shoulder, your neck, across your collarbones and at the top of your sternum

When you are both out and dry, Obi-Wan lights some scented candles in your shared bedroom and grabs all the blankets he can find

Arranging them into a makeshift nest

You curl into his chest, still warm and a little damp from the shower, his auburn curls tickling your cheek

You can hear his heart beating steadily and it’s so calming, you can practically feel the stress melt from your body

‘Feeling better, darling?’

His voice rumbles in his chest, the vibration a familiar sensation, comforting

You hum softly, and he accepts that for a yes

‘Get some sleep. You know I’m not going anywhere until you do.’

He leans his head down to kiss your forehead, lips soft and gently on your skin

His still-wet hair flops over his eyes from the angle, but you can still see those cerulean orbs twinkling brightly beneath the strands

You can see a few strands of grey amongst the copper, and a flush of adrenaline rushes through you at the sight

God, he’s gorgeous

It’s easy to fall asleep there and forget all your problems, the sound of the rain tinkling on the window and Obi’s steady breathing creating lulling you to sleep

Hope this was ok Cristina 🥺

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we’ll be alright | h. holland

surprise?

was this inspired by still by niall horan? yes, yes it was. stream heartbreak weather.

warnings: sad (we been knew)

somehow everything had gotten out of control. it was as if they were trying to guide a tornado into a mason jar. everything was destroyed, broken, and neither of them were seeing eye to eye anymore. nothing would ever be the same to them, not as she and harry were on the verge of breaking up. 

there was nothing left to salvage but broken bits and pieces of a love that was once so strong and immensely passionate. maybe it was broken to begin with, a small hairline fracture being the only damage they started with, but it didn’t erase the ending. it killed the both of them to endure this fighting. the living room had turned into a warzone, and there was no ceasefire being called. there was just the two of them, on opposite sides, both physically and in battle. they were both too full of pride to apologize, but they still wanted things to end happily.

harry couldn’t believe how angry the two of them had become and how quickly everything had escalated. they were so far away from how tranquil the relationship was, so far away from the beginning. they were getting closer to the end, and both of them knew it was coming. though, neither of them wanted to escape from the pain they were inflicting on each other. 

“it’s like nothing i do even matters to you anymore,” she said, voice shaking from the tears threatening to spill. she didn’t even know what they were fighting about anymore, and neither did he, but neither of them wanted to admit that maybe they both were overreacting, that maybe they miscalculated each others’ words. 

“of course everything you do matters to me,” harry responded. he didn’t even know what the argument was going to leave him with, but he was hoping that he’d be left with something. 

they went back and forth for hours, only giving up when they both decided they were tired. the one-bedroom apartment felt much smaller, no escape from the arguments, but with harry set to sleep in the large queen-sized bed, while she was laying on the grey couch, it felt like they were miles and miles apart. it felt like they were only getting further and further away from their destination, taking every wrong turn, leading them to the middle of nowhere.

harry’s eyes wandered across the ceiling, trying to rearrange the thoughts flowing through his mind. he wondered how he was going to make it up to her. sure it was going to be difficult, but he would find a way - he always found a way. 

as harry was searching through his mind for ideas of how he was going to make it up to y/n, she was sat on the couch gazing out of the window. the midnight sky was dark and cloudless, allowing the stars to shine. she couldn’t help but notice that the stars weren’t shining as bright as they used to, maybe it was the argument bringing her mood down, or maybe they never shone as bright as she remembered. with the white sherpa blanket covering her legs, and her elbows resting along the back of the grey couch, y/n continued to wonder what she and harry had turned into. it seemed as if they were constantly fighting. maybe the house they had built was made of paper, so fragile that it was never supposed to last, or maybe they were destroying everything from the inside out. y/n couldn’t figure it out, and she supposed she wouldn’t ever figure it out. 

y/n wanted so desperately for them to just go back to the basics, he loved her, and she loved him. she wanted to rid their relationship of the complications of travelling for work, their schedules, and how they just didn’t align anymore. if they loved each other, then why were they constantly fighting? y/n stayed up until the twilight adorned the sky once again as it did every morning, and she got no sleep, too stressed about what she and harry were turning into.

•••

harry woke up midday. the sun was well up at the apex of the sky, and harry’s brown eyes adjusted to the light that was shining into his bedroom through the sheer white curtains. he rubbed his eyes, blinded by the light, and immediately realized the first step he needed to take to make it up to y/n was making her food. he knew it was the key to getting time to just sit with her and spend time with her, so as soon as he was awake enough, he strolled to the kitchen and got the ingredients out for their meal. though it was midday, harry knew she would want breakfast food, so he got out their waffle maker and began on the batter.

their meal was almost done when harry realized that she would’ve wanted tea to go along with it, so he boiled water in the kettle, and making her the tea that y/n saved for special occasions. she loved tea, and their cupboards were filled with different brands and flavours, many unopened. she collected them for when she wanted to spice things up, but in this case, harry knew y/n would need something to cheer her up. 

he set the dining table up so they were sitting across from one another, hoping that y/n would want to have a meal with him and pretend they were okay. maybe if they pretended hard enough, it wouldn’t feel fake and they would go back to normal. 

as harry placed the cups of tea down in front of their respective place settings, he looked over to where his girlfriend was sleeping, just meters away from where he was standing, but he still felt so far away from her. how did they get there in the first place? how did they leave each other stranded on separate deserted islands, left with nothing but their love the want for each other. to harry, y/n felt so out of reach and the good parts of the relationship too felt out of reach. he wanted to get back there, but he just didn’t know how. 

y/n looked at peace as she slept, and it was one of the first times harry had seen her so calm, but he also couldn’t help but notice the tear stains that adorned her cheeks. the copper, curly-haired boy couldn’t help but notice the guilt that was running through his veins. she was so calm when she didn’t notice he was around. he hoped that she was dreaming of him. harry hoped she was dreaming of the house they wanted to buy, the dog they wanted to adopt, and the life they wanted to have - but they couldn’t have that life, and harry was no stranger to that realization. in admitting that, he realized they had to have that conversation. the conversation that could either rebuild everything or destroy it further. harry hoped that the latter was just an option and not their fate, and he said a quick prayer to whoever was above that he wouldn’t lose the best person to have ever entered his life.

harry was blessed with so many opportunities. getting to travel around the world for his work, and always being away from the place he called home was one of the reasons the relationship had began to crumble in the first place, and he knew that. he just couldn’t give up his home. he knew that home wasn’t supposed to be a person, but a place where you could truly be yourself, but harry couldn’t help feeling at home wherever he was so long as he was with you. 

he began to wake her up, thumb caressing her cheeks. harry watched as her eyes began to flutter open, the confused expression painting her face.

“it’s half past noon, but i made us breakfast,” he whispered for her to hear, a hopeful smile appearing on his face. she nodded and sat up. harry sat next to her, wanting to hug her, but not knowing how y/n would feel about that.

“what’d you make?” she asked as she pulled the blanket closer to her body as if it was her final layer of protection against him. the ceasefire had been called, but for all y/n knew, they were still both at war, and she wasn’t planning on taking any chances.

“made us waffles, put some fruit on the side the way you like it, and then i also made bacon and tea.” he was quick to add, “ i made you the special one you always save for special occasions because i know you would’ve wanted it if i didn’t make it.” a soft smile appeared on y/n’s face, the small gesture already seeming to make her feel better.

“well come on then.” she got up and began to make her way to the kitchen table, harry following behind her. 

•••

by the time they had finished their meal, they were just sat in silence. neither of them wanted to break the calm moment they were just having, but harry just couldn’t help but ask, “where is our relationship going?”

after breaking the silence he wanted to take his words back, erase the fact that those godforsaken words had ever left his mouth. while he was tearing himself apart over his brief action, y/n was contemplating where their relationship was going. that was the only thing running through her mind through the early morning as the sun was rising, but she never found a clear destination. neither of them knew where they were going, it was as if the windows were rolled down, and the map had flown out. thought they wanted a happy destination where all that mattered was each other, it seemed the car was taking them somewhere that was quite the opposite. the relationship juxtaposed their desires, and they didn’t know how to make the two align again.

“i don’t know,” y/n mumbled quietly, pulling the sleeves down her hands so her fingertips were just peeking out, her yellow painted nails contrasting against the purple jumper she was wearing. the anxiety flowed through her veins as she was wondering where this conversation was heading. she was sick of all the yelling and screaming that constantly occurred between the two of them, she wanted it all to stop, but y/n didn’t want to lose him. 

harry couldn’t help but sense the anxiety flowing through the both of them, so he reached across the table to grab her hand, silently letting y/n know it would be okay in the end, but he wasn’t just comforting her. the longer they sat there, the eerier the silence became. the unknown became more and more frightening to them, and they just didn’t want to lose everything. they had a feeling that they were soulmates, and they couldn’t bear to lose each other.

the minutes passed and turned into an hour of them sitting in silence, both trying to organize their thoughts and figure out what to do. the conversation had taken a pause, both of them knew that, but it was better than them yelling at one another and getting nowhere. this was progress, and harry was starting to be glad he had let those words leave his mouth. he was hoping his mood wouldn’t change. on the other hand, y/n sat on the other side of the table fearing the worst. she was terrified that the conversation would end with them breaking up, and she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes from just thinking about it. harry couldn’t ignore the tears that were threatening to spill down y/n’s cheeks, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything about it. what was he supposed to do when he didn’t even know where they were heading?

they sat at the kitchen table all afternoon. the sun had begun to set when y/n decided to make herself busy by collecting the dirty plates and cutlery and started to do the dishes. harry followed suit and began to wipe down the table and the countertops, hoping that this distraction would help them figure out how to fix themselves. 

•••

y/n watches as the suds swirl off the white porcelain plates and down the drain. too distracted by the thought of her and harry breaking up, she just swirled the plate around, making the water reach all edges of it. how were they supposed to fix whatever was going on when they couldn’t figure out the problem?

“should we break up?” she asked herself. y/n didn’t expect the words to come out, and truthfully, she was praying that they were just mumbled so harry couldn’t hear them, except he did.

“what?” he responded. y/n knew he was baffled that she would ever ask something like that, and she was as well. her mind was running marathons trying to figure out the right answer to their situation. though she was terrified of what harry was going to say or do next, she found the courage to look at him. all she saw was fear running through harry’s body, and she was no stranger to that fear. y/n could feel that they were terrified for the same reason - letting go - but she wanted to do anything before she had to let go of him.

“i don’t want to break up, but what if it’s the only thing that’s going to salvage this relationship? i’d rather break up now while i still love you than break up hating you.” it was a touchy subject for the both of them, but who really wanted to break up with their partner that they were still so madly in love with? maybe it was the right decision, but she couldn’t tell, blinded by how complete she felt with him.

y/n looked out the window only to notice that the twilight had left the sky and the stars were shining yet again. she hoped that the events from the previous night wouldn’t repeat, but as she focused on how bright the stars were shining, she didn’t see a difference. 

“be honest with me,” she paused to look back at harry. looking into his brown eyes for some sort of sign that things would get better. “do you think the fighting is going to get better?” she hoped that he would say yes. she hoped that he would say he would do anything for things to get better, but part of her just wanted an end to the fighting, whatever that looked like, she just wanted the fighting to stop. she couldn’t take it anymore. she hated crying almost every day, she hated being so far away from him, but she mostly hated how they were together without seeing eye to eye anymore.

“you want me to tell you the truth?” harry asked, y/n just nodded, scared of what he was going to say. “i am still so madly in love with you, and it scares me because i don’t know what i’d do if we broke up.” she looked away from him, too scared of what was to come next. he cupped her face, making her look up at him, and for the first time in a long time, she had never felt such pure love from harry. “everything is going to be alright, we’ll be alright because we love each other darling,” he said softly, staring into her eyes.

“i love you haz,” y/n murmured, scared that if she spoke any louder, the tranquil moment between them would break.

“i always love you even when we fight, you know that right?” harry asked, his hands slipping down to her waist, holding her against him. his hands on her waist sent sparks up her spine and she felt the passion that they held for each other all over her body. 

y/n rested her head against harry’s broad chest, eyes closed to fully savour the moment. she memorized the way he felt against her, the weight of his hands resting on her body, and the way he smelled. y/n memorized the way it felt when his thumb would rub circles onto her hip, never able to ever stay still, and as she opened her eyes to look up at him, she memorized the soft smile that appeared on his face as he looked down at her. she was terrified that this would be the last good moment they would ever have, the last moment that was argument-free, the last moment where they weren’t yelling at each other or ignoring each other. 

harry leaned down to kiss the top of y/n’s head, and as he pulled away, she pulled his head back towards hers, capturing his lips with her own. the feeling of his soft lips against her own slightly chapped ones felt like home to her. he was where she belonged, and the kiss only reminded her of what home once felt like. 

•••

later that night, harry and y/n were laying in bed together watching a movie on netflix. the feeling of her in his arms without any ill-feelings between the two of them felt brand new to him, and he didn’t want to ever forget how perfectly she fit in his arms. his brown eyes stared at her arm resting against his abdomen, and he wished that he could take a picture of the moment to keep it to memory forever. he knew that one day these little memories would be overwritten and wouldn’t last forever, but he was hoping that there would be more memories like this for him to keep.

y/n had quickly fallen asleep on harry’s chest and he was quick to notice her change in breathing. 

“i genuinely don’t know what i would do if i’d lose you,” harry said quietly, speaking mostly to himself and not to his girlfriend laying partially on him. he continued to ramble, “it always kills me whenever we fight, you know that?” he pushed some hair out of her face and watched as she furrowed her brows at whatever was happening in her dream, y/n’s face then relaxing to one that was so peaceful.

“i was telling you the truth earlier when i told you i still loved you despite all the arguments we’ve had. i’m still madly in love with you even when i’m mad at you.” harry knew she wouldn’t hear him, but he still liked talking to her, despite her being asleep.

that night harry realized they had quickly gone back to the basics, to their love being the only thing that mattered, but harry knew in just a few months he would have to leave again, and he was terrified. he loved his job, but he knew that y/n hated being away from him. she was his home, and he had a feeling that to her, he was her home, but he needed to go on this press tour with tom. maybe he could bring her along, travel the world with her while working. harry was quick to push that thought aside, remembering that whatever ends up happening, it would be alright. 

“whatever happens, we’ll be alright,” y/n murmured in her sleep and harry smiled. somehow, she knew what to say even if she was asleep.

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Mirror Mirror

A/N: Again many thanks to @booglebug

Description- Soulmates existed. People knew that much. Soulmates were rare, a handful in each generation, an unexplainable phenomenon that formed a bond closer than blood and more sacred than marriage.

Bucky finds his soulmate when he needs her most. Little does he know how much she needs him too.

(Soulmate au that slots pretty much in to the MCU but with soulmates. Set after TFATWS.)

Pairing- Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings- Mentions of violence and guns, but its mostly fluff, drama and angst.

This is a multi chaptered fic.

Please like, comment, reblog!

prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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Chapter 5

Sam woke them up the next morning dropping into one of the armchairs with a loud sigh.

‘’Well, isn’t this cosy,’’ he announced, Bucky shot up with a start, but Nancy rose much slower pushing her hair out of her face.

‘’Anything from Torres?’’ Bucky asked noticing Sam was fully kitted out in his suit again.

‘’They’re holding him at an army base off the m20, they’ve approved us leaving from there. So, there’s a high chance they haven’t just let you go, so getting out of London might be difficult.’’

‘’Right so let’s take stock,’’ Nancy said now seemingly alert.

‘’Metal arm, I’ve got the shield and the wings, what can you bring to the table?’’ Nancy sighed racking her brain.

‘’I’ve got a degree in English literature.’’ She answered with a hopeful smile, Bucky snorted.

‘’Okay well we’ve got that too.’’ Nancy left them discussing a plan to go and get packed. She entered her room, pink and white candy-striped wallpaper adorned the walls, the large mirror opposite her showed herself. She stood up tall shaking her head. This was crazy, and yet it was something she’d been trained for. She grabbed a hold-all and made her way through to her walk-in wardrobe. She picked things out for practicality, jeans, a jumper, some shorts and vest tops, Wakanda’s climate being quite different to the mild spring in London. She looked over at her vanity, her grandmothers necklace still laid out from the night before. She slipped it into a jewellery case with some other select items. She wrote a quick note for her housekeeper, Samara, who was due later that day,

‘I’ll be away a few days, don’t worry, I’ll explain when I see you x’

She finished packing her bag and made her way back down the stairs, she could trust Samara to look after her home, but she still hated to leave it. She walked into the drawing room Bucky and Sam were both stood waiting for her. She smiled reassuringly at Bucky who winked at her as she came to his side drawing his hand into hers.

“We were thinking how to get to the airfield, I don’t feel like calling a cab, it could too easily be hijacked.” Sam started Nancy opened her mouth with a suggestion, but Sam cut her off, “Before you suggest it we aren’t taking the ‘tube’ either.”

“I wasn’t going to suggest that, the underground doesn’t go out that far.” Nancy smirked with raised eyebrows. “Actually, I was going to suggest we take my car.”

“You have a car, you didn’t think of mentioning it sooner?” Sam said rolling his eyes.

“Alright so we’ll take the car.” Bucky said smiling at her.

“Well actually, we’ll take the car,” she indicated to herself and Bucky, “it’s a two-seater.”

“Great I’ll fly above, make sure no one’s on your tail.” Sam sighed, Bucky’s smile grew wider. Bucky thought he heard Sam mutter about what kind of car only had 2 seats, this made him chuckle.

They made their way to the back of the house where a door led to the garage. Nancy left Samara’s note on the kitchen counter where they’d find it. Sam looked disapprovingly but Nancy insisted they can be trusted. Her car sat covered in the garage she carefully drew back the cover and Sam let out a low whistle. Nancy smiled stroking the blue chrome finish.

“Isn’t she a beauty,” she mused fondly.

“It’s a nice car.” Bucky nodded attempting enthusiasm.

“You even know what kind of car this is Buckaroo?” Sam asked a look of offence on his face. Bucky exhaled loudly,

“Yes, its, um, a two-seater.” Nancy busied herself filling the boot and left Sam to explain.

“It’s a Mas-er-ra-ti.” Sam said sounding out each syllable, “It’s not just a car.” Bucky nodded in response and made his way round to the driver side door.

“Oh no you don’t James Barnes. My car, my rules, I drive.” She dashed over, blocking his entrance to the car.

“Sweetheart- “

“No no no don’t sweetheart me, have you ever even driven a car in this country, this century at least?” Bucky held up his palms in surrender and made his way to the passenger side. Sam clapped his partner on the shoulder as he strode past, lowering his goggles.

“Shouldn’t be too hard to follow you, she’s not exactly subtle.” Indicating to the sports car.

“No, but she is fast, hope you can keep up.” Nancy grinned wickedly.

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Getting out of London was simple enough, Nancy was comfortable enough on its busy congested roads. Driving with Bucky was a very different experience, he looked around constantly, watching every car that joined the road, looking out for anything close to suspicious. Nancy was calmer, driving was simple to her and when they hit the motorway she pushed the car into 6th gear.

“So, should we talk about how you’re about to meet my dad?” Nancy said brightly turning briefly towards Bucky.

“I hadn’t really thought about it.” This was true, with his whole priority getting her safely to Wakanda he hadn’t for a moment thought of the ambassador and what he might say or do to him should he find out. Nancy had been gracious in accepting him just as he was, past and all, somehow he thought no father would want their daughter to be bound by the fates to a 100-year-old ex-assassin. In fact, he was surprised every day how Nancy had managed to take it in her stride. It was simple to her, he wasn’t that man anymore, the winter solider wasn’t her soulmate, Bucky Barnes was. He found himself staring at her again, where others found it unnerving, Nancy never mentioned it, she caught him and smiled taking one hand off the wheel to squeeze his, holding it tightly for a moment.

“It’ll be fine, I’ll handle him, and he’ll understand, he’ll have to.” She kept her eyes on the road, she hadn’t a clue what her dad would say.

“Will he?” Bucky said quietly.

“I’m not letting you go.” She responded firmly.

Bucky felt a warmth wash over him, like sinking into a hot bath.

He then heard Sam’s voice in his ear,

‘’Two SUVs just joined at the last junction, they’ve been on your tail for the past couple of miles, could be nothing I’m gonna send redwing down, get a lay of the land.” Bucky relayed the information on to Nancy whilst looking out the back window, Nancy saw the two silver cars in her rear-view mirror. She saw a lorry in the left had lane behind her, she quickly darted out in front of it, the two SUVs carried on the lorry blocking them access to the middle lane. They overtook, one pulling in ahead of her. The other attempting to remain level, a BMW frantically flashing its headlight behind it.

“Sit back!” Bucky had his gun drawn pointing it at the driver’s side window, aiming at the second SUV.

“Don’t you dare hurt my car!” She shouted eyes darting left again before flying into the inside lane and up the slip road beyond. The two SUVs had no time to react and were pushed onwards in the throng of traffic.

“Please warn me before you do that.” Bucky said, shaking slightly from surprise. He looked around confused. “Where are we?”

“Not far off now, this is a couple of junctions too early, we’ll have to take the back roads, but that might actually be easier, now we know they’re following.”

“How are you so calm about this?” Bucky said, concerned at her blasé attitude.

“Compartmentalisation. My parent’s divorce, Kit’s death, the blip and now this. I just have to focus on one thing at a time.” She said taking a turn off the roundabout, this led them down a side road. Bucky explained the new plan to Sam who then, reluctantly, gave up following the two SUVs. “I’ve been seeing a therapist since I was 10, she says I do it too much, pack everything into boxes and leave them up there.” She tapped her temple, “I don’t even notice I’m doing it anymore.” Bucky watched her, a question burning on his tongue, what happened when you were ten, he didn’t ask it, another time he thought. It was as if she read his mind though,

“It’s nothing close to what you’ve been through of course, I mean I should be asking how you’re so calm.” She laughed almost half-heartedly.

“You think this is calm? I had a good therapist, and then there’s you, you help a lot.”

“I do?” Nancy said noticeably touched.

“Like my very own guardian angel.” He winked at her.

“Bucky...” Nancy started no clue where her sentence was going. Her skin lit up with goose bumps under his gaze. She felt tears prick at her eyes.

“It’s okay, we’re in this together now.” He curled a stray strand of hair between his fingers. The sunlight streaming through the wind screen lit up the copper tones turning her hair into a mane of shining metallic.

“I want to know who these people are Bucky, I want to stop them.” She said defiantly.

“I’ll stop them, I won’t stop until you’re safe. Katima said they wanted to ransom you for information and co-operation from your father.” Bucky explained.

“You spoke to Katima?” She sounded surprised.

“Yeah, she sent us to rescue you, I didn’t realise you knew anyone from Wakanda.” He said apologetically.

“She’s my dad’s girlfriend, that sounds so weird, she’s his partner, she’s lovely.”

“She did seem worried about you.” Bucky said.

“Dads’ going to be frantic.” She sighed.

“Maybe we should leave telling him about us for a while?” He suggested dryly, this made Nancy smile.

“Don’t chicken out on me Barnes.” She smirked, “He’ll only be more annoyed the longer we leave it.”

“That does not fill me with confidence.” He laughed lightly. They drove quietly down the twisting road. As they neared the airfield Sam dove down flying alongside their car. The gates granted them access on the first sight of Sam, they made their way up to where Torres was sat on the steps waving to them. Nancy tossed her keys to the nearest member of ground crew.

“Please look after her, I expect her back in one piece.” The man looked as though all his Christmases had come at once, his mouth gaping at the Maserati. Bucky took Nancy hand as they walked towards the jet. Sam was already aboard, hanging out the military jet.

Before they could reach the stairs a loud gun shot fired behind them. Bucky instinctively spun round pushing Nancy behind him, a man stood all in black, skin milky white, he could have been 30 or fifty, a cloud of dark hair surrounded his head.

“Give me the girl!” He shouted, voice clear and calm.

“Not a chance!” Bucky called back, his own gun drawn “get to Sam now,” he hissed behind to Nancy, she didn’t move a muscle.

“Nancy, come with me.” The man continued. Nancy stood defiantly, feet routed to the spot.

“Go now,” Bucky said louder this time. More mean appeared now, each wearing the same masks as the men from the night before. They appeared from the same silver SUVs as they’d encountered on the motorway. The men held up arms against the military personnel of the airfield.

“Christopher is alive!” The man shouted. Nancy’s composure broke.

“Liar!” She came out from behind Bucky and stared the man down. Bucky reached out catching her arm in his metal one.

“I’ll take you to him.” The man continued.

“Nancy,” Bucky started, she looked over her shoulder and smiled. From above their heads Sam swooped down, the intruders so focussed on Nancy they hadn’t been watching Sam. He gripped the black hair man by the shoulders and shot straight up in the air. His men followed them with their eyes. The brief distraction allowed the soldiers to overpower the masked men. Nancy ran up the stairs, Bucky helped her up into the jet, Torres was already initiating take off. Bucky brought her over to the bench, strapping her in securely. He knelt in front of her. Her head hung to her chest.

“Nancy, I’m so sorry,” he muttered, cupping her face in his flesh hand.

“It’s not your fault, that bloody bastard!” She shouted, Bucky saw Torres jolt at her outburst from the cockpit.

“Any chance he was telling the truth?” Bucky asked quietly, Nancy shook her head.

“Kits’ dead, he’s not coming back.” She ran her hands over her scraped back hair. Bucky raised himself onto the seat next to her.

“You should have gone when I told you to.” He Sid quietly taking her hand and running his thumb over her knuckles.

“I wasn’t going to leave you there. All alone.” Shook his head smiling, gently drawing her hand to his face and kissing her fingers. Nancy freed her hand from his grasp and cupped his cheek. “I’m not going to leave your side.” She whispered. He lowered his forehead to hers, closing his eyes.

Sam entered the jet with a bang as he landed on the metal floor. The couple jumped apart quickly.

“I’m sorry, were you two having a moment?” He jested, raising his eyebrows at the pair. He closed the jet’s side door and they all felt Torres increase the planes’ altitude.

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Forgotten in the rain

The streets were empty and quiet, devoid of life, save for the occasional passing car, rushing and hissing over the wet asphalt. Dark clouds swirled in the gray sky, pouring their sorrows on the desolate city below. Most remained in their homes far away from the endless rivers of water falling from the sky, but not Sirius. No, he most certainly did not despise the grim weather or the rain. On the contrary, he rather enjoyed it, finding it peaceful and almost…serene. He liked to hear the sound of the millions of droplets of water clattering against the windows and cars, sliding down vibrant green leaves, falling on the ground, sinking into the earth and turning it into mush, and disappearing down the drains into the cold metal pipes. It calmed him, washing away the restlessness, pain, and memories, even if it only were for a few short minutes. A light, trembling wind fought his way into his body, past his leather jacket, chilling him to the bones, ruffling his wet hair. But again, he did not mind. A dark green leaf, the colour of Aisha’s eyes, detached itself from a low hanging branch, fluttering briefly in front of his face, before titling down and falling at his feet on the gray cobblestones.

Aisha…she was lovely. A smart, funny, gorgeous woman filled to the brim with joyous life. A temperamental, but kind soul. But it was not the same. Something was still missing inside of him, a small, but important void in his chest, almost as if he had lost something he had never possessed in the first place. And it hurt. He hid it well but it pained him.

He continued walking, immersed in his thoughts and not paying attention to his surroundings. Sirius was so distracted, that he did not notice the pots full of flowers standing on the side of the sidewalk and nearly fell flat forward on his face, as he tripped, knocking them over. White petals flew in the air, and gently settled on the dirty pavement, around withered green stems. Cursing he picked the, up, stepping on one in the process and leaving behind ugly black stains on the squashed flower. They were beyond salvaging.

With a heavy sigh, he entered the little flower shop, water running down his clothes and heavily dripping on the floor. His hair lay in wet black and gray strands on his face and neck, sticking to his skin, and his blue-gray eyes shone bright with curiosity in the dim lighting as he looked around. The place was small and dark, walls covered in crackled navy blue paint, and a couple of dingy light bulbs hung from the bare ceiling, casting their flickering light on the room. Flowers of every shape, colour, and size were cramped in glass vases, broken stems and yellowed leaves were strewn here and there across the floor, and dried bundles of faded pink roses and baby breath flowers hung upside down above the counter, suspended on thin strings.

Sirius stood there, immobile, holding the damaged flowers, at loss, when the green door behind the counter opened, and an old man appeared. He was very tall and slim, dressed in a knitted cream jumper and brown corduroy pants. His hair fell on his face in a mess of graying dark copper curls stricken with white locks, casting shadows over his eyes. He seemed oblivious to Sirius’ presence, nose deep inside a large leather-bound book he cradled tightly with one hand, a steaming red mug of tea in the other. Clearing his throat, the black-haired man walked up to the counter, running a nervous hand through his dripping locks.

“Hello, sorry…I…Uhm,” he stuttered.

The shopkeeper looked up, clever green eyes meeting a confused silvery blue gaze. It was as if a bucket of ice-cold water had been poured over Sirius, filling his bones with fear, chilling every inch of his skin with anxiety. Those brown flecks swimming in pools of emerald, those sun-kissed golden curls, the millions of little freckles peppering pale, once youthful now wrinkled skin, the warm wool of knitted cardigans, the sharp scent of burning hot tea that has just been brewed, the crinkle of rapidly turned pages…he knew all of these things. He was more than familiar with them. It all belonged to Remus John Lupin. It was his Moony. His Moony, who he hadn’t seen in years. Memories washed over him, flicking in his mind like a flipbook, rushing through the years.

The first time he saw the tall, lanky boy with gangly limbs on the Hogwarts Express, the nervousness written all over his face, clear as day, as he sat on the stool, the Sorting Hat heavy on his head and insecurity dancing across his taught features as the name “Gryffindor” resonated in the Great Hall. Sirius remembered the first year, spent in nervous glances and reclusion, the bitterness and resignation when his secret came out, and they found out he was a werewolf.

He remembered Second Year, when Remus’ smiles gradually got brighter and he became more comfortable, yet he still wouldn’t change in front of his friends.

Then came Third Year, and the whole Animagus process, where he finally saw what it was like to turn into a vicious beast once a month, what it was like to tear yourself apart and wake up the next day, just a little more tired and broken than the day before. Fast forward to Fourth Year where his problems with his family truly began, Remus’ constant worried glances, and that cold, dark Christmas Eve of 1974 where he, Sirius Black, appeared at the Potter's barely breathing, beyond hurt and wrecked.

He, of course, never forgot Fifth Year and the stolen, longing stares, the minute he realized he liked boys, and the precise moment he understood that the boy in question was Remus John Lupin, his best friend. He also recalled, with regret and sorrow, the time that he gave away Remus’ condition to Snape; an idiotic, dangerous, so-called prank that near,y cost him one of the most important people in his life.

And then Sixth Year and its tension, the first drunken kiss, the secrets, the lies, and the blissful nights spent at the very top of the Astronomy Tower. Sirius kept the memories of summer 1977 dearly, reminiscing of the sweet warm nights, the bonfires, the day the rest of their friends found out about him and Remus, and the pure joy and happiness of those few weeks.

He remembered Seventh Year and the mounting fear, hanging heavy in the air, the worried whispers, and the empty, saddened stares...all things that perdured even after Hogwarts.

Then came the War, accompanied by mourning and grief, only brightened for a few moments by James’ and Lily’s wedding, and then Harry's birth. A joy that didn't last long, as Sirius’ rapidly deteriorating relationship with Remus finally broke with the death of their best friends and his unjust imprisonment.

He remembered every excruciating full moon of the twelve years spent in Azkaban, every other remaining day blurring into an unintelligible mess, slowly sinking into insanity, with no knowledge of Remus’ whereabouts.

He remembered, without doubt, the first time he saw his godson, Harry, all grown up, looking just like his father, brave and kind, having survived more than he had ought to. And then there was Remus too, looking exhausted and grayed, only a pale, faded shadow of his former self. The next few years were spent between Order missions, confrontations with Death, and the same old, familiar stolen glances. They attempted to rebuild their relationship, yet they never regained that special, magical even, bond.

And after the War, Remus disappeared. At first, they exchanged weekly letters, which then got rarer and rarer, until they stopped coming altogether and for years, Sirius knew nothing of him. Until now.

“Excuse me, sir!” said Remus waving his hand awkwardly in front of his face. “You...wanted something, right?”

The other wizard suddenly shuddered, blinking, as if he had just been roused from a trance.

“Yeah, sorry...I...um...was just, you know...thinking,” he stuttered, blushing.

His former friend raised a sarcastic, amused eyebrow.

“I just wanted to pay for these flowers I sort of...destroyed. By accident of course!” Added Sirius hastily, watching him apprehensively.

“That’s alright, I should have thought to bring them in a while ago already. It’s curious, really, you remind me of someone I used to know a long time ago. His name was Sirius Black. Quite a peculiar name, isn't it?” he replied pensively.

A flare of hope lit up inside Sirius. Maybe, just maybe, he remembered and recognized him.

“Remus?” he asked quietly.

“You know me?”

A look of surprise crossed his face.

“I…,” he hesitated. “No. I thought I knew you but I guess I was wrong. I must have mistaken you for someone else, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, that’s alright, it happens to everyone from time to time,” answered Remus lightly. “Do you want anything else?”

“Maybe white roses, for my girlfriend.”

“Excellent choice! These are my personal favourites” he said, reaching for a bouquet of snowy white roses, with soft petals and lush, dark green leaves.

“I know they are,” thought Sirius bitterly. “You told me in Third Year on a lazy summer day that white roses were your favorite flowers because your mum’s garden was full of them.”

“I’m sure she will love them,” he smiled.