#OC: Glove the Bad Rat

[smalltimidbean]

Who Let All These RATS In Here!!!

[darkbluekies]

The OCs search history <3

Silas:

"How to take care of ptsd in partner"

"How to make someone stop crying"

"How to make your partner forgive you"

"Best restaurant"

"Dark web"

"Diamond ring/neckace/earrings/bracelet"

"Best steak"

"How to stop people from gawking at my partner"

"Protein powder"

"Best soap to wash away blood from skin"

"Best detergent to wash away blood from clothes"

"Best cleaning supplies to wash away blood from walls"

"Best spray to keep blood smell away"

"Five star restaurant booking"

"Why are my clothes thrown out the window?"

Dr Kry:

"Morphine"

"Book series without explicit scenes"

"Healthy recipes"

"How to frame someone for murder"

"Am I secretely perverted"

"Forged signatures without watermark"

"Protein shakes"

"What happens if you mix poision with alcohol"

"Puzzles"

"PG-13 rated movies without angst or horror"

"Plushies"

"Needles"

"How to become an author?"

"How to know if your strict childhood has had any impact on your mental health"

"How to get over your phobia for germs?"

"Strong caffeine drinks"

King Edmund (let's pretend he has internet for a hot minute):

"Is it really dictatorship if I let people complain"

"Ptsd test"

"Why doesn't my wife talk to me?"

"Nightmare analysis"

"How to cheer up an angry wife"

"Can a queen rule over a king?"

"How much alcohol can you drink before you get knocked out?"

"Beatiful dresses for a queen"

"Jewelry for a queen"

"Are public executions a good fear tactic?"

"How do women's anatomy work?"

"Can you punish theft by death?"

"Can you cook rats?"

"Why are little kids scared of me?"

Jerry:

"Is drinkable bleach a thing????"

"What to do if your s/o is a fucking loser"

"Is saying 'you're an idiot' synonyms for 'i love you'?"

"Guns"

"Knives"

"Sexy outfits that doesn't make me look like a fucking clown"

"How to ask someone out on a date without sounding like a loser"

"Impressive date ideas"

"Alcohol that will make me forget today, yesterday, tomorrow and a week forward"

"Spare parts to motorcycle"

"Why am I so fucking cool?????"

"Why am I so fucking miserable?????"

"How to hug your s/o without it being cringe"

"How to make your motorcycle go much faster?"

"Boxing gloves"

"40 boxes of *your favorite snack*"

Hedwig:

"Aestethic wedding ideas"

"Is baby trapping illegal?"

"Is nepotism really that bad?"

"How to guilt trip someone"

"Utterly obsessed with my partner"

"How to be a good kisser"

"Dark web"

"Buy hitmen"

"How to bankruptcy someone"

"How to impress your partners parents"

"Best flowers for dates"

"Best hotel resorts for couples"

"Can you become a super model without school grades"

"Love poems"

"Poison"

"*your adress*"

"Best perfumes to seduce someone"

"*your instagram*"

"*your name*"

"How do I know if I'm blocked on social media"

[gravehags]

something so precious - the natalie edit

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!OC (Curator!OC)

Rating: Teen

Tags: natalie being sad and lonely, comfort from darling copia, terzo being a scheming little matchmaker, mention of RATS OHWHOOOOAHHHH

Words: 1,461

Summary: When Terzo asks her to eat dinner with the rest of the abbey, how bad can it get?

a/n: i am having way too much fun revisiting these honestly i just love my beautiful anxious girl and her dumb perfect rat boyfriend so much

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“Terzo?” Natalie asks, leaning back in her squeaky leather chair. “Why do none of the siblings speak to me?”

Papa Emeritus III, currently sitting on her desk twirling a pen between his fingers as he hides from whatever duties Imperator has requested of him on this day, stops his movement and looks at her askance.

“Well obviously, bella,” he starts in that smooth voice she’s come to recognize as the signature tune he uses when he wants to convince someone of something, usually involving accompanying him to bed, “it is your immense beauty. Your stunning intellect. Your–”

She leans forward in her chair abruptly with a tired expression on her face.

“Cut the bullshit, please,” she says, snatching the pen out of his grasp, “I’ve been here almost a month and not a single person other than you, the other papas, Cardinal Copia, and Sister Imperator has approached me. Are my vibes that bad? Is it because I’m not a member of the church?”

“Eh…” he begins hesitantly, “the best guess I have is because you’re basically upper clergy, dolcezza. Most siblings don’t casually associate with anyone higher in rank unless it’s for…” his painted lips quirk into a lascivious grin, “...other reasons.”

Natalie frowns. “Upper clergy? How exactly am I upper clergy? I’m literally just an employee?”

“Well,” he says, hopping off the edge of her desk and slipping into the chair opposite her, “A cardinal once held the position you do. Performed the same duties you are performing. Therefore in a way, your status is equal to that of a cardinal. Capisci?”

“Oh,” she says, somewhat deflated. Terzo immediately picks up on her tone and hops out of his seat to stand by her side and take her hands.

“Come to the dining hall tonight, eh? I know you’re content to eat alone in your rooms but it will be good for you, I promise.”

Natalie’s been avoiding the dining hall like the plague since she got here, preferring to eat her sad bowls of cereal on her couch every night. Maybe it would do her good to have an actual square meal. She nods at him and he beams, squeezing her hands.

“Bene! I’m sure you will find your place at the abbey soon, ragazza mia.”

He pats a gloved hand on her cheek and bounds out of her office to go cause mischief elsewhere. She sighs deeply and props her elbows on her desk.

“It will be fine,” she murmurs to herself before turning back to the work she had abandoned when Terzo came in, “you will be fine.”

—

This, Natalie decided, was the worst fucking idea.

When she first walked into the vast dining hall she was taken aback by its beauty. Paneled walls lined the room and a dramatic arched wooden ceiling soared above her. After she finished gazing at her surroundings, she was hit with the fact that half the room was staring at her.

Oh fuck, she thinks, skittering over to the food line in an effort to blend in better. She gratefully takes her bowl of hearty vegetable stew and sizable hunk of crusty bread and turns around to face the room. Siblings eye her, whispering amongst themselves and suddenly she’s struck with the worst pit of anxiety in her stomach. The room is filled with a number of tables in varying sizes and as she scans the room, her heart sinks when she realizes there are no empty places to sit. Shuffling with her food into the center of the room, Natalie’s about to panic and give up entirely when she turns to a four-person table in a corner with one occupant.

Cardinal Copia.

He’s hunched over his bowl, delicately spooning stew into his mouth when he spots her hustling towards him. Dropping his spoon, his mismatched eyes go wide as she approaches the table, jaw falling open slightly.

“Can I, um,” Natalie begins in a hushed voice, “can I sit with you?”

A beat passes and she’s starting to wonder if he heard her when he rockets out of his seat, straightening his black cassock. Before she can say anything he’s drawing a chair out for her, gesturing for her to sit.

“Please, Signorina Sinclair!” he says in a hushed, almost reverent tone as she takes a seat. “Your company is eh, most welcome.” Copia returns to his own seat and gives her a nervous little smile that makes her smile in return. Graciously, he upturns her glass and fills it with water from the carafe sitting next to him on the table.

“Thank you,” Natalie says, mirroring his hushed tone. “Thank you so much. This place…this place is like high school all over again,” she says in a rush as she finally spoons some much needed quality food into her mouth.

“Is it?” he asks, “I ah…wouldn’t know.”

She cocks her head and her brows draw together.

“How so?” she says, leaning forward to take another spoonful of the delicious stew.

“I completed all my schooling within the church,” he says, pushing a carrot around his bowl.

“Oh! Were you raised in the church then?” Natalie asks, truly intrigued.

“Sì…in Roma. I’ve been groomed for this position,” he sighs heavily, “my whole life.”

She had no idea the depth and breadth of the church’s reach throughout the world. Truly it both baffled and fascinated her. Not knowing quite what to say to his revelation, they both continue eating in silence.

“How are you…how are you liking it here?” he asks with a hint of concern.

“It’s beautiful. I can’t imagine a prettier place to live and work.”

“That’s not what I meant, signorina.” His eyes, particularly the white one that almost glows, burn into hers.

“I…” Natalie’s voice chokes up a little so she clears her throat, “I don’t have a lot of people to talk to. No one will speak to me, you know? I left all my friends behind and I’m so isolated now and–” she cuts herself off, feeling the tears welling in her eyes. He looks startled by her confession, and reaches a gloved hand across the table to take hers. When he looks at her with more softness than she has seen from anyone in a very long time, she lets out an embarrassing sob.

“I know,” he whispers, thumb stroking her knuckles. “Believe me, signorina. I know.”

Natalie wipes her tears with the cloth napkin at the table almost viciously, feeling humiliated that she’s let Copia of all people see her like this. She holds him in such high esteem and she cringes at what he must think of her now.

“I’m sorry,” she blurts out, removing her hand from his. “I…Christ this is so mortifying.”

“Not mortifying at all, signorina. I asked you a question and you answered with your heart. I…want to be someone you come to when you are feeling like this, sì?”

She nods, smiling at him gratefully as she watches him pick up his hunk of bread. He’s so…so wonderful and empathetic and charming and lovely and…and he’s currently picking apart his bread into tiny chunks and placing them within his napkin.

“Um,” Natalie begins inelegantly, unsure of how to proceed, “what are you doing?”

“Hmm?” He looks up at her and his cheeks redden when he realizes she’s been watching him. “Oh I…eh…”

She nods conspiratorially. “Midnight snack, huh?”

His painted lips twist into a smile and he chuckles, causing her to smile again.

“Not for me…for my bambini.”

“Peculiar babies who eat table scraps, no?”

“Eh…they’re…they’re rats.”

He’s positively glowing with embarrassment but Natalie’s smile gets even wider.

“Oh!” she cries, clapping her hands together, “tell me about them! Can I meet them?”

He swallows several times before cracking a nervous half-smile.

“Sì, of course! They are such sweet little things…ragazze mie.”

He’s got such a fond look in his eye, but she’s not sure if it’s regarding his rats or her. The thought makes her flush and look down at her lap.

“I’m glad Terzo told me to come to dinner tonight,” Copia says in a small voice, smiling at her. Natalie’s eyes widen at the revelation but she says nothing, simply mirroring his grin.

“He’s Papa for a reason,” she states simply. “Are you done eating? I’m dying to hear more about these babies of yours.”

Hours later, the two of them are the last people to leave the dining hall after being ushered out by irritated siblings. When they part, it’s with the promise that she will one day soon visit Copia’s rodent children. She bids her soft goodbye, hand lingering on his bicep when she thanks him for his time and she begins the walk to her quarters.

Maybe the abbey isn’t so bad after all.

[marvelgurl789fanfics]

Remy Lebeau (Gambit) x Child OC

(Remy Lebeau (Gambit) x Rogue)

~My Heart Part 6 to Safe~

Taken (Part 5)

Warning: angst, fighting

(Not the best at grammar or punctuation)

Summary: Gambit and the X-men go save Fiona, and Fiona’s powers become known.

Masterlist

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Gambit was sitting on the floor of Fiona’s room in casual clothes with an added blue boa courtesy of the little girl setting up a plastic tea set, Fiona placed her purple bunny plushie in his lap that has been named Monsieur Sprinkles. Fiona wearing her favorite pink T-shirt dress with a toy princess crown. Grabbing the orange cat and white dog plushies from her bed, she sat Ginger her orange cat across the tea set from Gambit. Running to place the white dog plushie by her opened door, “He don’t get to join?” Gambit laughed as the girl sat beside him. “Sir Fluffy is Guard” Fiona said as if it was obvious, “Oh bien sûr” he said trying to hide his laugh. “What’s going on in here?” Morph snickered poking their head in the room noticing the scene as them and Logan walked by, who just shook his head in amusement. “Tea party” Fiona announced jumping to her feet excitedly, “jealous?” Gambit joked wrapping the boa around his neck and throwing it over his shoulder with a hair flip.

Gambit sat up on a cot in the med bay awaken by the memory, “Whoa Sugar careful, you fainted back there” Rogue said moving to stand by his side. “I’m alright Cher, we need to find Fiona” Gambit said getting up despite his head pounding but worry and fear fueled him. “Remy, I know you’re worried we all are, the Professor and Jean are searching through Cerebro, and Logan left trying to sniff her out.” Rogue said placing a hand to his chest. “One of old Logan’s claw thought Gambit’s heart would be less painful than this. You know Gambit’s heart belongs to you Cher, but Gambit discovered that Fiona is Gambit’s heart. It’s Gambit’s fault she was taken, I was meant to protect her.” Gambit said lifting Rogue’s gloved hand to his lips and placed a light kiss on the back of her hand. “Remy…” Rogue hummed placing her hand on his cheek now. “Logan found her! He got her scent outside some mutant holding facility, we are all gearing up to meet up with Logan. Come on” Jubilee said running into the med bay, Gambit and Rogue followed her to the blackbird.

~~~~~

Fiona sat on the floor of a small white room tucked in the corner trying to hide in the open room, the door slid open a man in a lab coat and two big guys with guns entered the room. “Welcome home F-63, you had us all very worried” the man in the lab coat said with fake worry in his voice, Fiona tucked her head into her knees pressed to her chest. “Don’t be like that, you’re not in trouble. We know those bad X-men took you away. You just gotta tell us where they are and everything can go back to normal.” The man said with mock kindness, Fiona remained quiet. “F-63 ANSWER ME!” The man getting irritated from lack of obedience from her. “Fiona” Fiona said into her knees just loud enough from the men to hear her. “Fiona? Who in the world is that?” The man asked, “Me” Fiona answered trying to curl up on herself more. “You? You think you have a name, you are nothing but a lab rat.” The man laughed, “I’ll let you in on a little secret F-63, you aren’t even a real person. We grew you in a lab with DNA we took from mutants in hope we could find a cure for those monster. No mother, no father, no siblings, you are all alone” the man said looking at her with disgust in his eyes.

“Have Papa” Fiona sniffles tears threatening to spill down her face, “papa? You got one of the X-men playing house with you? Who ever this ‘papa’ is I can guarantee they don’t care for you, they just pity you, probably relieved you’re gone.” The man laughed and at this Fiona let her tears fall. The three men left locking the door again knowing they won’t get anything out of her for now at least. “Fiona?” Fiona heard her name called by Xavier but didn’t see him anywhere as she looked around the room. “It’s ok, I’m talking to you telepathically only you can hear me. Are you alright? we’re coming to get you please just hang on a while longer” Xavier said in a voice that comforted Fiona “ok Grandpa, is papa coming?” Fiona asked with sadness in her voice, the Professor was quiet for a moment as he listened to the words of the men play in her young mind. “Fiona don’t worry I promise we all care for you deeply, your Papa’s been worried sick about you.” Xavier reassured before loosing the connection to her.

~~~~~

The flight had felt like longest flight of Gambit’s life, Rogue and Storm had to pretty much strap him down to stop his pacing. “We’ll get her back, keep focused you’ll get yourself killed if you get distracted. How would you expect us to explain to Fiona that something happened to her father?” Scott said as he flew the jet. “What I think Scott’s trying to say is don’t worry my friend every thing will be alright” Storm smiled but kinda glared at Scott for his harsh words but knew they came out of fear for the safety of the ones he called his family. The jet landed close to the coordinates Wolverine sent the team. They exited the jet they were already in the middle of combat, Wolverine was fighting armed guards his usual mercy for fighting non mutants was gone it was obvious he was out for blood. Gambit couldn’t blame him he hurled fully charged playing cards one after another at the group of guards, if it was them or his daughter his choice was easy. The world seemed to blur around him as her fought guard after guard, his normal care of not leaving permanent injuries to guards was forgotten.

~~~~~

Fiona sat in the corner of the room for what felt like hours, but loud noises of yelling and gun fire became clear outside the room. She got up from her spot on the floor and approached the door but it was still locked. A ringing beep rang through the door as it opened as the three men from before entered, the sound of fighting grow louder through the open door. “F-63 it time we leave” the man in lab coat said as one of the guards reached to grab her. Fear like never before flooded her body and her feet started running before her mind could catch up. Fiona ran faster than she ever did before getting around the men and out the door and down the hall, as she ran she noticed her body changed she now had four paws carrying her fast down the hall.

~~~~~

The X-men fought their way into building continuing to fight more guards. Taking care of what guards that tried to stop them, a shocking sight of a tiger running in the room with guards chased after it caught them off guard. “They’re kidnapping zoo animals now”Jubilee said confused but shot sparks blinding the guards. Jean heard Fiona mind clearly excited to see her papa and it took a moment to register the thoughts were coming from the tiger. “That tigers Fiona” Jean shouted to the team getting shocked looks as they took care of the remaining guards, the tiger stopped running once the guards were gone and no longer chasing her. “Mon petit that you?” Gambit asked slowing approaching the tiger not to startle it, the tiger just jumped at him knocking him over the crushing weight quickly became lighter on his chest and sounds of sodding filled his ears.

“Papa” Fiona cried holding Gambit’s jacket in a death grip. “It’s gonna be ok now, père here now” Gambit said getting to his feet once more holding his girl close to him. “Let continue this on the jet before reinforcements arrive” Logan said getting Gambit’s attention. The X-men made their way to the Blackbird, Gambit holding Fiona tight the whole time. All the x-men missed Fiona but left her to her papa for now. The whole fight home Gambit was comforting Fiona, “it’s ok Mon petit your safe now” Gambit said softly to the crying girl on his lap giving her kisses on her dark blonde hair on top on her head.

~~~~~

This part was a bit difficult for me to write. It’s easier for me to write cute fluff not sad angst.

Any suggestions or ideas welcome. Got other parts planned check out Masterlist.

I don’t know French, all French is from google translate:

Monsieur (mister)

Bien sûr (of course)

Cher (dear)

Mon petit (my little one)

Père (dad/father)

Part 7

[immortal-raine]

More on Mylo :D (Op Oc)

(Posting things from notes, normally throw text notes in her doc or the all blue, figured I’d start posting it here even without any art)

Mylo never meant for anyone to underestimate her, it just happens naturally. Almost no one realized Mylo had other skills besides Haruta, Izo, And Rhea (@liliaceaae‘s Oc)

Mylo was seen as airheaded little kid, until Haruta realized she actually had good memory if it didn’t pertain to herself, so she was his reluctant secretary forced to organize paperwork and deal information when she was caught. It was his version of sibling bonding time. (Based on personal headcanons for him)

Growing up in the back hand of water 7, they didn’t have the strength to survive so they had to use their head. Mylo lost fights constantly, they survived purely out of spite and pettiness.

Mean shop owners who’d chase away the kids on the streets would later find themselves with a bad rat problem or older kids who’d bully the younger ones could be found the next week over scratching skin until red because of an unexpected flea infestation in their homes.

From paying people back with broken or stolen items, ripped clothes, false rumors, or just continuous minor inconveniences everyday Mylo always gave back what was served. (A veerrry petty 8 yro)

Besides childish pranks, though funny, Mylo still had to learn how to fight somehow. Mylo learned a way to tell people’s weak spots and attack them there rather it be kicking, punching, elbowing, or/and biting Mylo made a way.

This technique only got worse after she equipped a mallet.

Later after joining the whitebeards Izo got her to learn the basics of using a pistol from him, even tho at the time she was shit at it, Izo still thought it would be a useful skill to have.

Mylo largely relies on brute strength on pin point spots to take her opponent down (like pts chopper) so having a pistol on hand for enemies she cant get close to would come in handy. (It did in her Rev days)

———

Back to being an air headed little kid, Mylo only became that way in the security of the whitebeards.

Survival mode on —> has the mind of a tactician (still silly tho)

Survival mode off —> no thoughts head empty

Using their wits sparingly mainly for pranks, got Thatch saying “So a few things do fly by in that empty little head of yours”

Also because of these moments Haruta caught on.

———

Rhea on the other hand probably never thought much of it, Mylo was just very helpful when she forgot stuff

From lost items to events, chores and even what was possibly on the menu that day, Mylo was a walking reminder app.

Besides Mylo’s memory (I think) Rhea liked the things Mylo would carve out of wood.

She carved out small nesting doll-like wooden versions of themselves to play with in their hide out, later making little versions of a few crew members as well, that ended up hidden away in their small hiding spaces.

She’d catch Mylo carving out birds or fish, nicking her fingers in the process…Rhea is probably one of the many voices she hears in the future telling her to “stop being careless, put some gloves on”

———

I imagine little Rhea and Mylo sitting next to each other as Mylo carves out designs on her small ship model, and Rhea watches as the cut wood slowly curls and falls (it’s like watching those satisfying videos of wood cutting lmao) She fiddles with those fragile fallen pieces as she continues watching. Once Mylo is done, Rhea gets to paint it with Mylo watching and fiddling with the semi dry paint left on Rhea’s art tools. afterwards they test it’s floating ability with a stolen mop bucket and water. (Did it float? idk)

[laura-the-yellow-cat]

Midnighty-Bat My NEW MSA X Poppy Playtime Enemy OC

Full Name: Midnighty-Bat

Nickname: The forgotten critter, The scary vampire-bat toy from the deep dark rooms (by John Kingsmen), scary rat-bat (by kid's mother), The scary forgotten critter, The Vampire-bat toy

Short name: Midnighty-Bat

Gender: Male

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Age: 7

Blood Type: B

Scent: Strawberry

Occupation:

Actual or Past Occupation:

Favourite Shows/Games: ___/___/___

(___,___,___)

Favourite Food:

Instrument:

Favourite Animal: N/A

Family Members Relatives:

Other Family Members Relatives:

Species: Toy Bat

Friends: Bobby BearHug, Bubba Bubbaphant, CraftyCorn, DogDay, Hoppy Hopscotch, KickinChicken and PickyPiggy, Cheerful Unicat, Lonely-Sad Goat, Bravefoxie Fox, Storyteller Owl, Blushing Sheep, Sheepynap (in the past), Catnap and The Prototype

Enemies: Catnap and The Prototype (in the past), Bobby BearHug, Bubba Bubbaphant, CraftyCorn, DogDay, Hoppy Hopscotch, KickinChicken and PickyPiggy, Cheerful Unicat, Lonely-Sad Goat, Bravefoxie Fox, Storyteller Owl, Blushing Sheep, Sheepynap, Me/Laura, Sardonyx the Poltercat, Sarah/You, Samantha the Polter Dog/Kitsune, Sapphire the Dog/Kitsune

Alignment: Good/Neutral, later Bad

Personality:

Likes: Being accepted, Becomes Smiling critter member, making friends, Kindness, the smiling critters, helping every smiling critters, sleeping in the night, his bat house manor, every kids who some to play with him, Having Umbrella, the lights, (in the past), Darkness in all rooms, Flying, capturing survivors and workers,

Dislikes: Being rejected and abandoned, Kid's mother calling him a "Scary Rat-bat", not becomes Smiling critter member, become powerful like catnap, not helping every smiling critters, getting revenge (in the past), Scary Flying, Spotlights are lights on, the survivors and workers are escaping

Hobby:

Goals: To become a Smiling critter member (Failed), to getting more power with Catnap's poppy gas and to kill the workers (Both Succeeded) and to help Catnap to destroy survivors (Failed)

Weapons:

Powers and Abilities:

Skills and Abilities:

Fears/Phobias:

Skin Colour:

Eyes Colour: White (in the past), Red (monster from)

Hair Colour:

Clothes:

Shoes:

Accessories: Gloves, Cape and Necklace with ___

Hair Styles:

Nationality:

Sexuality:

@sfcabanasstarcgs and @mysteryideasgroup

This one sounds likes Vlad Plasmius (from Danny Phantom) and Fidget the Bat (from Disney)

[ashiemochi]

anubussy - vii

✠ Anubussy ↳ sorry, i don't want your touch ↳↳ it's not that i don't want you

➶ pairing: OC x Leon S(exy) Kennedy. ➶ genre: fluff, more angst, gore, longer smut/suggestive themes ➶ word count: no

NOTE: ✠ = time skip ✠✠ = switching povs/characters

prev -> next

“Look, this shit’s spreading fast and thick.” Chris said.

Not even a minute into the debriefing and Leon was already done with it all, leaning his head on his fingers with his arm resting on the table. So Ah frowned deeply at this, her hand hesitating to offer him some comfort. 

His head must be pounding and a bit disoriented. It was clear he was intoxicated as shit. Add that to the fact his wife was alive and, apparently, safe and sound; he was understandably growing a bit overwhelmed.

Through his sliver-open and perceptive eyes, he picked up on So Ah’s hand twitching in his direction, but she didn’t do anything. 

“All of the researchers and staff at my university were infected.” Rebecca added on.

Leon released a heavy sigh, raising his head with a look of disbelief, “This again, huh? It’s like I’m stuck in a goddamn loop.”

Rebecca threw a confused glance at Chris who returned it.

“What?” Chris voiced his.

Rebecca leaned onto the table, “What are you talking about?”

“You know that bomb that went off in DC?” Leon started, then he pointed at himself, “Well, it was my mission to stop the terrorists. We got to our rendezvous point… And some asshole ratted us out.”

His eyes were shut, recalling every second of that dreadful night, “The bomb went off and everyone on Metro SWAT, my whole unit; gone.”

“I keep fighting… And fighting, and fighting. Instead of seeing an end to this shit, it just keeps getting worse.” Leon snapped lowly, looking up at Chris, “Is this what my life’s supposed to be?”

“Fighting the living dead and the bastards that make them?” His voice had gone down to a tired whisper, visibly exhausted by everything, “What’s the point of it all?”

The softest of touches on his skin brought instant butterflies within him – and not the ones that made him want to throw up. His eyes trailed to the gloved hand on his, following the source only to see a sympathetic pair of cinnamons. 

His brows furrowed subtly at the strange, but familiar, warmth that filled his bones – and So Ah blinked, seemingly just coming to. Much to his dismay, she removed her hand. 

“Look,” Chris piped in, picking up and rotating the laptop so he could see who they were up against, “This is Glenn Arias, an arms dealer. His deals on the black market are so shady, they landed him on a certain government’s hit list.”

“A smart bomb was dropped on his wedding. He lost his family and his wife – and now, he’s got a grudge.” Chris explained, “After the attack, he went underground, but now he’s back with B.O.Ws and a score to settle.”

“Here’s the kicker, he said his products have targeting capabilities. From what I’ve seen,” Chris’ eyes hardened briefly at the memory of his mission four months ago that left his whole team wiped out, “I believe him.”

Leon blinked blankly at him then shut them for a moment with a faint huff, “So you got an arms dealer on one side, and on the other…” He turned his head to Rebecca and So Ah, “A government dropping bombs on weddings.”

Then he gave So Ah a sarcastic look, asking with a snide, “Who’s the bad guy here?”

She opened her mouth but Chris wasn’t having any of it anymore.

“Arias!” Chris yelled, “And it’s our mission to bring his ass down!”

“Your mission! Not mine!” Leon shouted back, making the Han girl jolt a little.

“Goddamn it, Leon!” Chris shot up, slamming his fist onto the table.

“Stop!” Rebecca snapped and then directed her attention to Leon. 

“Leon, with everything that’s going on, you just sit here and feel sorry for yourself. Did you even notice your wife has been sitting right next to you all this time?”

“And you?” She turned to Chris, “You’re letting your grudge get the better of you.” 

The way she was scolding them sounded like a mother to her kids and So Ah sank into her seat, silently, avoiding Leon’s obvious look. What would she even say? 

She was already on thin ice with Leon and she didn’t know enough information about Arias like Chris and Rebecca. She was basically there for damage control – damage being her own stubborn husband.

“God…” Rebecca trailed away, shaking her head, as Chris sat down in his chair, “I cannot believe how alike you two are.” 

Leon seemed almost offended, straightening up at this, as he asked, “What are you talking about?”

Rebecca stood up, her chair sliding back noisily, “You’re acting like a couple of selfish brats right now.”

She turned around to her bag on the other table, leaving the trio to sit there quietly. So Ah hesitantly looked up at Leon who returned the same look – they hadn't seen each other in so long and they were still pretending like they weren’t in the same room together.

Deep inside, they both wanted to reach out, but they deny themselves of the other – thinking the other doesn’t want to.

Rebecca faced them with a medical gun of sorts and a test tube attached to it. She showed it to them then rolled up her sleeve, pressing the tip against the spot near her elbow pit.

Then she pulled the trigger and instantly, the tube was filled with her blood. The trio by the kids’ table shared a look, and she spoke.

“The virus is right under our noses. Always has been.” Rebecca revealed. 

Chris leaned back on his chair, speaking for the Kennedys and himself, “I don’t follow.”

“We don’t need to look for some new virus that Arias is infecting people with. The virus is lying dormant inside of everyone – even you.” The doctor pointed at So Ah as an example, “What we need to find is the trigger.”

“Something activates the latent virus and only Arias knows what it is. But until we find that out, everyone, living and dead, are his potential weapons.”

“And if we don't figure this out right now, there won’t be quaint little towns like this for you to drink your sorrows away in,” Rebecca directed her scolding to Leon who bowed his head as if in shame – not in front of her, but in front of his wife. 

“Ever again.”

Rebecca took a second to breathe and resumed, “I created a vaccine. And I tried it on myself and it works. But until we find out how Arias triggers the virus, who knows if it'll work the same for everyone else.” 

The gun clicked when she took out the test tube, shaking it slightly for emphasis. 

“My blood holds the answer.” Rebecca moved to their table and set the vial down, “If I die, get this to a lab you trust – like Green Life.”

At the mention, So Ah’s shoulders deflated a little, peering up at the woman who went back to the other table, putting the gun down. She faced them again, specifically Leon and Chris.

“I can’t imagine what you two have been through,” She said sympathetically, “But I know that neither one of you are the type of person who would sit here and argue while the world dies.”

“That’s not who you are…” Rebecca’s voice went into a mutter, “Or is it?”

Silence filled the air as everything she had said was settling in, leaving them for the bathroom. So Ah was aware of one thing – that woman was not one to mess with. 

Leon looked over at her but she didn't notice, having her eyes set on the table with her curtain bangs shielding her peripheral vision.

“So,” He started as if merely starting a small talk, “Where have you been all this time?”

So Ah jumped subtly, not expecting to be directed to so suddenly and she glanced at Chris who gave her a silent nod. She shifted a little in her seat, nervous under his observant eyes.

“I had an, uh… An undercover mission.” So Ah answered, her hands beginning to fumble with one another.

Was it just her or was it getting hotter in there?

Leon raised a brow, indicating for her to continue and elaborate. Her shoulders went up a bit as if afraid of what to say.

“It’s for the BSAA…” She said, the word bringing a bad taste to her mouth, “I’m not allowed to say.”

Leon scoffed at her answer, shaking his head in disbelief and he brought his flask up to his lips.

“Guess our vows were all but empty promises.” He muttered, ticking his head once to the side, “Big surprise, Han.”

The girl flinched at the poison on his tongue and Chris shot her a knowing look, reminding her silently that Leon had the right to be upset.

The DSO agent exhaled heavily after gulping down the alcohol, gritting his teeth slightly at the stinging sensation it left behind, “It doesn’t matter – after this is done, we won’t be seeing each other again. Just how you like it.”

“I didn’t have a choice, Leon…” So Ah whispered before straightening up when Leon looked at her with distraught evident in his deepdeep azures.

“You always have a choice – it’s a matter of whether you actually pick one or not.”

Her eyes burned familiarly and she pressed her lips into a thin line, trailing her eyes down to her hands. She was aware she might’ve picked the wrong choice – but they didn’t even show her the right one. Everywhere she looked, a brick wall would block her way to the correct road.

She needed him to know how deeply sorry she was. She didn’t want to leave him and it was so hard to be so far from him for such a long time. 

So Ah was trying her utmost best to do good for her and her family’s sake – for his too. After years and years of being practically held hostage by the alliance, the last thread of sanity snapped, forcing her to lead that research coordinator into an alleyway and break his skull in.

It was euphoric for a split second to take down one of the many men who ruined her life – but then she couldn’t stop throwing up at the thought of having blood on her hands. They weren’t entirely innocent but still, it felt so wrong. 

She wasn’t a bad person – but they forced her to be such. 

“Leon!”

A new voice entered the room, and it was only familiar to one person. So Ah looked over, confused at the raggedy man in an oversized button-up blue shirt and a red beanie. 

Leon’s eyes went into an immediate glare, growling as he shot up from his seat, “Patricio!” 

His cologne wafted past her just like he did when he grabbed Patricio’s collar roughly.

“Wait, wait! Let me explain – unh!” The man was interrupted by his grunt when Leon slammed him against the wooden pillar.

Chris and So Ah quickly stood up, rushing over to them and Chris called out, “Leon!”

“You know that guy I was telling you about,” Leon snapped his eyes over at him, “The one that sold out me and my unit?!”

Patricio stammered, “You don’t understand!”

Leon didn’t listen, pressing up his arm against his neck, voice dropping to a growl, “This is the guy.”

“Please, stop.” Patricio wheezed

“Hey, what do you think–”

“Official business, it’s okay.” Chris flashed his badge to the bartender 

“Leon, calm down.” So Ah spoke quietly, setting a hand on his shoulder to try and stop him from suffocating the poor man, “Hear him out.”

Leon’s tough exterior faltered for only a split second and Patricio could barely even manage to send the girl a grateful but terrified look. 

Then he doubled over in pain and slid to the ground when Leon punched him in the stomach.

“Leon, come on!” Chris pushed him away from the man, trying to de-escalate the fight.

“What do you want?!” Leon barked at Patricio.

“Please, you’re the only one I know from the DSO.” The man begged, a hand over his aching stomach, “It’s my family. You’ve got the save them.”

Leon furrowed his brows at the request, “What?”

“My wife and my daughter are in Spain. An arms dealer is getting paid by the surviving members of Los Illuminados,” He explained quickly, most likely to avoid another hit from the raging DSO agent, “To launch a large-scale bioterror attack.”

Patricio shook his head, “I know too much. They’re going to kill me and my family!”

So Ah opened her mouth but Chris chose to go for his brawns – just like Rebecca said back in the aircraft – and Patricio let out a yelp once he was shoved to the pillar again.

Internally, she deeply wondered why was she here again – her marriage was already a lost cause. She didn’t see herself getting another chance any time soon. She believed Leon was one hundred percent just tolerating her for the sake of the mission.

“Did you hear what he said?” Chris asked, keeping his eyes on Patricio, “It’s our lucky day.”

“Lucky?” So Ah repeated, indirectly speaking Leon’s thoughts who joined in.

“Are you crazy?”

Chris looked over at the married couple, “He’s gonna lead us right to our guy.”

Patricio was visibly confused, glancing at both men, “The hell are you talking about?”

“The name Glenn Arias ring a bell?” Chris questioned, making the man’s eyes widen.

“How do you know?”

“I’m psychic.”

Nice one, Chris.

Patricio turned to the only one who didn’t go physical on him – So Ah.

“I need your help. Please tell them.” He begged, “My family.”

So Ah frowned deeply at this. If there were two roads where you’d do anything for your family, she must’ve taken the wrong one – but Patricio went for the right one. It wasn’t entirely correct due to his history but he was also threatened. 

She saw herself in him if she hadn’t chosen the violent road.

“Leon, Chris, come on.” So Ah stepped in, earning three pairs of eyes on her and instantly giving her anxiety, and she chose her words carefully, “Give him a chance. Let him tell us what he knows. His wife and daughter are in danger – he needs you.”

Leon stared at her, reading her gentle eyes. She related to that raggedy man a little too much – yet, he knew she was always kind-hearted. She was a family person; she understood the feeling.

Chris left it up to Leon to decide whether to play good cop and bad cop – Leon chose the former. Just this once. 

Leon glared at Patricio, taking a step back as he said lowly, “You heard her.”

So Ah blinked in slight surprise, catching the subtle glance from him and the sigh of relief from Patricio. 

Their peace was short-lived when a truck halted outside the windows on the pavement. So Ah looked over, a sense of dread washing over her at some men with guns hopping out of the back of the truck.

Then a bigger man jumped out, a giant minigun in hand. It was the same model as the one you’d see attached to a helicopter. Not even a moment had passed before he started shooting the windows of the hotel, aiming straight for anyone. 

A sharp gasp emitted from her when hands held her and pulled her away from the bullets, hiding down behind fallen tables and chairs. She couldn’t hear anything but the gunshots, each bullet sinking into the walls or pillars mimicking her heart thudding against her chest. Faintly, she could pick up the momentary screams of the bartender lady before she was hit by the firing range.

The memory of the failed undercover mission was in a loop during the whole duration of the fire assault, forcing her to relive it. She wanted it to stop – now.

So Ah only squeezed her eyes shut to the point it hurt with a faint whimper, unaware of Leon being the one shielding her body from any stray bullets despite him knowing her regenerative ability. His body weight was partially over hers, an arm around her waist with his hand pressed to the ground, and his other arm was over their heads. 

It was by pure instinct. 

“Son of a bitch!” Chris cursed, having taken Patricio to take cover behind the pillar.

Leon looked over at him, “He was followed!” He shouted back and then tilted his head to the side to avoid any close bullets, the tip of his nose brushing his wife’s hair.

A phone slid to a stop in front of him and he looked at Patricio who was fatally injured. His blood was already pooling all around him, soaking his jeans and shirt from the wounds on his torso.

“My family, please,” He whimpered, “Save them.”

His hand dropped into the pool of blood, completely lifeless.

Leon hissed, knowing now he had no choice, “Damn it.”

The world around her gradually went quiet, and the last thing she heard was Chris shouting out Rebecca’s name. A faint groan reached her ears when her senses were slowly functioning once again.

Suddenly, she was aware of the presence next to her – on her.

Her eyes peeled open and the first thing she saw was Patricio’s dead body. The hotel was destroyed, with dust and minor debris covering every inch of the ground. 

She turned her cinnamons up to her side, connecting with Leon’s equally surprised ones. It seemed as if even he was unaware of his protective stance over her. It took him back to the eighth time he saw her when he was close enough to count her freckles and see the doe stars in her eyes.

The day his heart leapt up to his throat.

His lips parted as if to say something but he chose not to, pushing himself up to his feet and taking the phone with him. So Ah followed suit, stumbling a bit with her cheeks dusted red – she wished she could get rid of them like patting away all the wood dust from her clothes.

Subconsciously, her hands went to fix her hair enough to make sure the back of her neck was still covered, trying to busy herself from the unknown lingering tension.

A pair of blueblue eyes from a particular agent scanning her for wounds went unnoticed. 

“DC, they hit us at the hotel and took Rebecca. Track them,” Chris returned from outside the hotel, alarmed after he reported to his team, “I know the big guy. He’s with Arias.”

So Ah stepped close, panting faintly, “Why would he take her?”

“I don’t know,” Chris said, voice filled with worry, “I just wanna get her back.”

So Ah looked up at Leon, a final and silent request ‘help us.’ And Leon, ever since day one, thought to himself, ‘how ever could I say no to her?’

“There goes my vacation,” Leon huffed, shaking his head, mildly disappointed, “Again.”

A phone ringing emitted from Leon and he looked down at Patricio’s phone. He gave So Ah and Chris an apprehensive look, showing them the caller ID. 

It was Patricio’s wife.

So Ah couldn’t help but turn around in a feeble attempt to block out any faint sound on the other end of the call. She hugged her arms as a sense of comfort, shutting her eyes for a moment. 

It was gut-churning when Leon answered it.

And even worse when he didn’t say a thing to the poor wife, his sad eyes glancing over at the husband's dead body before hanging up.

“There’s a reason he gave that to you before he died.” Chris said gently, “It might have the answers we need in it.”

“We have Rebecca’s laptop. We have leads.” He pressed on, one last try at convincing Leon, “Look, man. We need you.”

Anticipation hung in the air as Leon trailed his eyes down to his dead teammate. While he wasn’t actually a part of his team, Patricio was the victim in this all along. His inclination to save others Leon always had was resurfacing.

He looked over at So Ah who was staring solemnly at Patricio. 

Yeah, screw his vacation.

[thelampisaflashlight]

Jeremy

[A little drabble about one of my other OCs, who I haven’t doodled/talked about in a bit, Jeremy. He’s... something. Mild warning for mentions of blood and hinted trauma, but, otherwise, it’s fairly tame.] Below the cut.

They don’t put him in a cage, they put him in a room.

A nice room, with a bed that -and he feels a little silly for asking- he’s allowed to sleep on if he feels like it.

He doesn’t though, sleep or even sit on it.

His body feels sticky, gross, and the sheets are...

Clean.

He doesn’t want to make them dirty.

So he stands around, awkwardly.

Waiting.

A smiling lady in black appears after a while, wipes some of the tacky dirt from his hands with a damp cloth, making him wince slightly when some of it pulls away to reveal small, angry cuts along his knuckles.

She apologizes, but keeps at it, cleaning the wounds until they bleed anew, but it doesn’t feel as bad now that they’re clean.

After a while, a man appears and offers him a cup, but when he shrinks back from the texture of the glass, the other stiffly nods, as if recalling something, and sets the cup down on the overly ornate end table beside the bed.

From there, he’s guided to a bathroom.

The tub is empty, but they don’t move to fill it, nor do they try to force him into it.

Instead, the man unclips the showerhead from the wall and snakes the hose towards him and the lady from before takes it and runs the water on the ground until it reaches a temperature that feels a touch cooler than the room around them.

They definitely paid attention to his case file.

He closes his eyes and lets them scrub him, both because he’s tired, and to avoid the sight of the rusty water trickling down the drain that runs along the floor.

Together, they get him clean enough that he can do the rest himself, giving him the space and privacy to do so.

It takes him longer than he’d like to admit to figure out how to make his hands work, and the amount of time he spends playing around with the showerhead after discovering how far he could shoot the water... 

Well, the pair don’t seem to mind so long as he’d feeling better.

When he does leave the bathroom, the two help him dress in a clean set of clothes similar to their own, but not quite as tailored.

The man crouches to fold the cuffs of his pants and the woman sets the jacket she was holding for him aside completely, grabbing another from a secondary set laid out on the bed.

It fits better, not perfectly, but better.

Shoes are a bit of a challenge as well.

He’s not exactly little per se, but his sizes sit somewhere just below average, making it difficult for them to find things that fit him just so.

He winds up wearing a pair of boots that are slightly too big for him, but not enough to trip him up.

And then, lastly, the give him a pair of gloves.

The gloves fit.

Fine.

And, with the limitations of texture gone, he finally reaches over and takes a sip of the water the man had brought earlier.

It’s long since gone to room temperature, but that’s fine.

As a final touch, the lady in black fixes his hair, and somehow it’s this small gesture that makes him feel... normal, again.

As normal as he can ever feel, possibly ever again.

From there, things become... busy.

Lots of paperwork, lots of talking, neither of which he’s particularly good at, but, in the end, it all comes down to one final yes or no.

He says yes.

And, like that, Jeremy finds himself living in the abbey.

Jeremy.

He’s not entirely sure if that’s his name from before, or if the nervous, twitchy cardinal in red before him decided that for him on a whim, but he accepts the title willingly.

He falls into his role flawlessly.

He’s dutiful, listens well, and works hard, even if his main job is babysitting the cardinal’s pets, fetching his laundry from the cleaners, or acting as his PA to get the older man out of awkward telephone calls...

Jeremy does his best.

Does his best not to absolutely throttle Copia every time he “accidentally” lets his rats out of their cages and loses them somewhere in the abbey.

Does his best not to attempt to drown the man despite his intense aversion to deep water whenever he complains about not having anything to wear despite only ever wearing a designer tracksuit at home-

“The water doesn’t need to be that deep.” Jeremy mutters himself morbidly, passing by many a startled sibling of sin, tail whipping around agitatedly.

“I’ll-”

A sock falls out of the hamper he’s carrying, and suddenly all he venom leaves him.

He crouches down and grabs the sock, brushing it off and tossing it back in the basket.

He stands up, takes a deep breath, and then continues muttering this and that.

Okay, perhaps he doesn’t actually mind.

But nobody needs to know that.

Oh well.

[simperator]

Neurodivergent Papa Headcanons

Upon learning Tobias is on the spectrum, so are all his Satanic ocs. This is also me projecting.

Primo

- Autistic

- The routine of traditions, rituals, and ceremonies bring him comfort and having them be messed with will always leave him feeling frazzled and upset.

- Has had a lifelong special interest about occultism and the Church itself, but lately has been hyperfixated on gardening.

- Sermons and rituals take a lot out of him, so an activity where he does not feel the pressure to be verbal or around overstimulating sights and sounds means a lot to him.

- Greatly enjoys his thurible and enjoys being the one who swings it as a stim. The olfactory experience of incense is also good for him!

- Has an extremely strong sense of justice, making his reign as Papa go relatively the smoothest

Secondo

- Quiet Borderline (my projection is heaviest here lol)

- Being neglected by Nihil his entire life has given him a intense fear of abandonment, which makes it very difficult for him to connect with people

- Struggled with self-image most when he had the pressure of being Papa on him, which causes him to indulge on wild partying and mindless sex.

- Uses art to get out strong emotions and is xtremely creative, even though he is not the one touring anymore he still writes songs in his spare time, and greatly enjoys playing music.

- BPD makes Secondo extremely passionate and loving- even if he struggles to show it in conventional ways. But both his brothers and the Clergy know that Secondo loves them very deeply and would do anything for them.

Terzo

- ADHD, 100% inherited from Nihil.

- Adored being Papa because of all the new experiences touring brought him, all the places he’s seen and people he’s met

- Although his occasional episodes of executive dysfunction makes completing papal duties difficult. Omega is always there to give him a helping hand

- Chronic oversharer. Not of anything traumatic or obscene, but offstage is quite hyperverbal

- Has a lot of sympathy for his brother’s struggles, and is more often than not the one who helps them calm down during overstimulated

- Moreso struggles with UNDERstimulation, which is why he loves doing concerts so much. During particularly gruelling interviews he can be seen quietly stimming and growing irritable, if not only in his head

Copia

- Autistic

- I could probably just leave it there, Copia’s face is next to the definition of ASD in the DSM-5

- Loves his rats, and all animals, because interacting with them is so much more relaxing than with people.

- Will get so focused on his routine of completing clerical duties, he will often forget to take care of himself

- Has some linguistic oddities, leaving him with a bit of a stutter and the universally beloved “Copia noises”

- Has sensory issues, he strongly dislikes certain tactile feelings so uses his leather gloves as a safeguard from any bad textures. (Velvet. The enemy of all autistics.)

These are all interchangeable because of the intense overlap between these neurodivergencies and also because I said so.

- simperator, bpd baddie and autism warrior on the side of autism

[courier-sux]

jackal for melee weapons 👁

yeehaw

19. What does it take to motivate your character to violence? Do they try to avoid violence as much as possible, are they willing and able to instigate violence, or are they even outright bloodthirsty?

Violence isn’t usually the first thing Jackal will use to try to get what she wants — she’ll try diplomacy or stealth first in effort to stay alive or just to save ammunition. That being said, she has a short temper and is easily provoked — Jackal shoots Joe Cobb in the foot when he says “try me,” which forces her to act on the whole Powder Ganger situation in Goodsprings. In her mind, there’s nothing wrong with violence when it comes to assholes who started it.

The only time that Jackal is truly bloodthirsty is when she’s placed under a lot of stress or backed into a corner — then she’ll act like a wild animal, using whatever weapons are around, or even her teeth and nails, to defend herself or protect someone she cares about.

20. How resourceful is your character? How adept are they at improvising with things around them or repurposing random junk into valuables, weapons, or tools?

Jackal is pretty resourceful. She collects a lot of junk, which sometimes turns out to be useful down the road, after which she will smugly say “told you so” to whoever was complaining about her being a pack rat. Jackal knows how to file things into shivs and improvise things as lock-picking tools when a bobby pin and screwdriver are nowhere to be found. Fixing things on short notice is something she’s particularly good at, though afterwards it may prove impossible for her to explain how she did it.

21. Does your character have any comfort objects that they prefer to keep on their person as much as possible, or frequently hold in their hand just to hold it?

Quite a few! Jackal is a tactile person, and has several objects that serve as a sort of worry stone. Her lighter — a steel flip-lighter that is dented, scratched, and has a J carved into it — is something she often fidgets with by flipping it open and closed. Boone’s First Recon beret is something she always keeps in her right coat pocket, and she holds it when they’re away from each other (though she would die of embarrassment if he found out). Despite losing the faith, Jackal also holds onto a rosary that was a gift from her mother — the paint has long since peeled off, and the wood has been worn smooth with age. It’s soothing to hold when she’s nervous.

SKILLS - Fallout OC Ask Prompt

[smalltimidbean]

Rats, we're rats, we're the rats~

We prey at night, we stalk at night, we're the rats~

[thejabberwookie]

I’m looking for a small handful of roleplays in the Psychonauts fandom. I only play OCs right now, but I may pick up some canons once I become more comfortable. If you’re interested, you’re welcome to play whoever you want. I’m not super picky as long as your selection doesn’t completely derail the plot or something. I roleplay on Discord or through E-Mail. Both will be listed at the bottom of this post. You can message me here if you’re more comfortable, but I don’t roleplay on Tumblr. Not knowing how everything works yet makes me super anxious. The prompts/flavor texts are just to get the ball rolling. If you have suggestions, feel free to mention them!

Please Be:

✔ Willing to be flexible with posting time tables. I’m coming back from some RP burnout. ✔ Okay with me occasionally writing a whole bunch. I can be wordy. You don’t have to be. Just let me do me and you do you. ✔ Someone who cares about grammar, spelling, and good story telling, and someone who is over 18. If you contact me, I will ask for both your age and a sample post so I know we’re compatible.

Characters & Prompts

Agent Verona Moss She/Her - Psychonaut, Active Agent - Late 40s A bit of a crusty old gumshoe kind of personality. Specializes in Herbaphony/Cryokinesis. Raised by another crusty old gumshoe, and is looking to solve the mystery of his disappearance. A lone wolf-- fun to pair with the opposite. 👁 “Hey kid. Who let you in here?” Agent Moss has been doing some investigating off the books. So has your character. Turns out they’re looking into the same mystery. They would both rather the other not rat them out. 👁 “I don’t care what they told you. I work alone.” Too bad. HQ has decided that this is a two-fer mission. That won’t stop Verona from trying to give your character the slip. Can they keep up? Lyeona Swift She/Her - Psychic Wildlife Management - Mid 30s Looks like a grouch. Very serious. Also an utter sweetheart. She often feels on more solid footing with animals than people, but she loves kids and volunteers frequently at Whispering Rock as a Wildlife Educator. Has an oversized fire starting puma as a tag-along (no matter what she tries to get rid of it). Specializes in TK and Zoolepathy. 👁 “Okay, don’t move... it’s not as bad as it looks...” Your character stumbles into a sticky situation with some of the local fauna. Lyeona can totally help. Er-- just don’t look it in the eyes... or show it the color yellow... or-- 👁 “I’m not really an agent... Are you sure you don’t want someone more qualified?” The usual Zoolepathy specialists are all unavailable, but there’s someone down at the camp that has a pretty good reputation with animals, and it’s a skill that’s very much needed for your character’s mission. The details of the mission are classified, of course, but how hard can it be to keep them from one civilian? 👁 “An intern, huh? Alright. Put on these gloves.” Time to learn how to wrangle some psychic animals! Krepta Draconis - BONUS ROUND Warning: Crossover Character - Shapeshifting & World-Walking Nonsense And just because she’s my favorite and I shamelessly include her in everything, if you’re cool with crossovers, let my crazy, dimension hopping warrior woman take your character on some adventures! Age will honestly depend on what time in her life we pick, so we can plot that out if you’re interested. Discord: Jabberwookie#5707 Email: thejabberwookie@yahoo.com

[monsterlovinghours]

Okay. You asked for robofizz prompts and I think I have something. Character (reader or OC, totally up to you) works at Loo Loo Land as a maintenance worker for the rides and games. Their day is busy as hell because, let’s be honest, shit breaks down a lot there. But, out of the blue, management makes them robofizz’s new mechanic because he killed the last one. This is the first time they’re meeting the deranged clown and things get pretty, you know, when character tries to fix his sparking wires. 👀👀👀👀👀

oh fuck here we go y’all sluts better buckle up

Ducking behind a row of rigged carnival games, you let your work bag fall to the ground as you took a breather, wiping sweat and what looked like engine oil (but could be anything from burnt sugar to cremation ash) off your forehead. Taking a job as a ride mechanic had seemed like a good idea at the time; get into the park for free, discounts on funnel cake, access to all the shows. All you had to do was tighten a few bolts and make sure nobody got electrocuted too severely. 

But here, like the rest of Hell, imps like you were disposable grunt workers and nobody gave two and a half shits if you were overworked or exhausted. Everything was broken or breaking. You were shocked (metaphorically and literally) your first day when you saw that behind the novelty prizes and shiny veneers, the park was just a rat’s nest of rusted metal, sharp edges, and exposed wiring. Mechanics were routinely crushed or mangled or fried, and within a day another had taken their place. So far, you’d managed to avoid the various death traps and make it a solid month, which made you one of the more senior employees. 

Today was especially busy; there was some important fuck and his daughter at the park today, and orders were to keep the place running as smoothly as possible, though “smooth” was a relative term. It had seen you running like a maniac from one end of the park to the other, your uniform shirt coming untucked from your grease-stained pants as you jogged from one disaster to the next. Predictably, as soon as you had a second to take a breath, your phone went off, the splintering chitter of its message alert drilling into your ears. 

Another mechanic was down, this one working to repair one of the main acts. You groaned, big machines you were fine with, but intricate wiring and robotics? Not your strong suit. And this was the top-billed show, the most loved (or most feared) performer the park had to offer. Fizzarolli himself. You hadn’t seen the show yet, and his ominous circus tent was one of the only places you hadn’t yet been called to to fix something, but since you were currently the most senior mechanic on staff at the moment, and seeing how RoboFizz had just crushed his last mechanic, the job fell unfortuitously to you. 

Fantastic.

You sighed and slung your tool bag over your shoulder, walking briskly through the crowds to hastily erected circus tent, which had been cleared of people for the time being. You took a deep breath before ducking inside, blinking a bit as your eyes adjusted from the bright light of midday to the dim green glow that filled the tent. Some benches were knocked over, a few still had blood spatter on them, but you'd straighten that up later. At the moment, your focus was on the shadowed figure bent in unnatural angles slumped on the stage. His eyes and grinning mouth were lit with the same dull green, and they narrowed to slits when they saw you. 

"Its about ti-time you got here, toots!" He laughed, the sound skipping like a damaged record. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes as you knelt behind Fizz to access his mainframe; at least the rides didn't talk. 

"Yeah yeah, its busy work keeping this shithole operating, sue me." A few twists with a screwdriver, and the panel popped free, exposing the tangled wires and hydraulics, and you groaned inwardly. This kind of detailed work was way beyond your level of experience. 

"Ya waiting for a formal invitation ba-ba-back there, tinker? Get moving, I've got an audience waiting!"

"Hell's sake, keep your bells on. I'm not exactly a robotics expert." Clamping a small flashlight in your teeth, you started to poke around inside the hydraulics, looking for any leaks or broken connections. Not seeing anything right away, you probed deeper, focused on finding the problem in the less than adequate lighting. Had you been more experienced in dealing with robots, you would have perhaps remembered to inspect the outer body for any exposed wiring. As it happens, you did not, and your inexperience led you to brush against an exposed set of wires that threw sparks and burned a dark, circular mark on the back of your hand. The pain made you jerk back on instinct, yelping and cursing. It took you a moment to notice that the posture of the clown had changed, straightening from his slumped position with his head cocked sharply to the side. With the soft ratchet of moving machinery, Fizz turned his head 180 degrees to look at you, and you noticed more quickly now that his stare had changed as well. Before, it felt derisive, a touch irritated behind the ever present smile he'd been programmed with. But now there was more intent inside the green, more interest...almost as if he were leering at you.

"Ohhh," he rasped, "so its gonna be that kind of show?"

You were confused, until you noticed a dot of red within the green, a new light in the mainframe, with tiny lettering indicating what new function your little spasm had switched on. 

18+ Mode On

Your eyes widened as the reality of your little mistake finally began to sink in. It was a well known fact that Fizz had an “adult” mode, mainly for private shows where wads of cash exchanged hands behind closed doors. Sometimes, the crowds at night were bigger than the crowds during the day. Sure, on a lonely night or two, you’d wondered just what a sex-capable robot clown could do and if shelling out a small fortune would be worth it. Now, it seemed, you were about to get an accidental freebie.

“Fuck.”

“That’s the idea, sweetcheeks.” Fizz got to his feet with a whir and a shower of yellowish sparks, his body jerking so that the back panel slammed shut, hiding his exposed mechanics and thwarting any attempt you might have made to switch his mode. From somewhere within the tent, jaunty calliope music began to play, the pitch slow and wavering at first, like playing a record on the wrong speed. “So what’s your ple-pleasure, sweet stuff? Your ol’ pal Fizzarolli can do it all-upstairs, downstairs, butt stuff, you name it.”

“I...uh…” Your entire body felt numb, frozen, unable to do much more than stare as he advanced toward you, looming over you with that malevolent, leering grin still on his fanged mouth. “I’m not...I mean, I don’t…”

Fizz paused, his head once more cocking sharply to the side as he regarded you, then he let out a laugh, the bells on his hat jingling as his head did a complete roll on his shoulders. “Aww, looks like someone’s sh-shy! Don’t worry, tinker,” he growled in a smug, condescending tone, reaching down to pat you on the head. “I’ll take the reins on this one. You just sit back and enjo-jo-joy the show!”

With a sinister chuckle, he lunged for you, wrapping his entire body around you like an electronic boa constrictor, that laugh still buzzing in your ear as he coiled tight, then unwound himself, flinging your body towards the ceiling of the tent. There was barely any time for you to pull breath into your lungs to scream, and then suddenly, you weren’t falling anymore. Something else was wrapped around you, something cold and biting as steel. Around each wrist, each ankle, your waist, and your neck, whiplike appendages were wound, thin and covered in shifting metal plates. You were being held in midair, suspended like a puppet; if the advertisements you’d seen plastered around the park were any clue, you would guess that you were getting a taste of the “real tentacle action” Fizz boasted. Indeed, from within the loose panel on his back was where the appendages seemed to originate. 

As he stalked closer, you gulped, the sickly green glow of his eyes bathing your face and throwing your shadow in harsh relief against the canvas wall. Fizz wasted no time, and with only a deranged giggle as a warning, he shoved his hand beneath the untucked hem of your shirt to slide into your pants, cold hand cupped firmly between your legs. Barely a sound had left you, everything happening so fast you could barely process, let alone react, but a moan left you now, the silk of his glove and the ruffle around his wrist feeling so strange and yet so good as they brushed against your most sensitive parts. Fizz chuckled, or at least, he attempted to, the sound glitching into a series of strange beeps in response to your apparent openness to his touch.

"Boy, hardly touched at all and you're already moaning? You must need it ba-bad, impling." He leaned closer, eyes narrowing, and you shied away from those sharp teeth, so close to your face. Without warning, that hand between your legs began to vibrate, and you yelped, wriggling in your bonds.

"Ohhh...oh fuck…!"

"Like I said," he crooned. "That's the idea-ea-ea." The vibrations cranked up a notch, and you could no longer keep still, your breath coming faster, tail thrashing behind you out of sheer pleasure. Truthfully, it had been a long time; when you were fighting to keep a roof over your head and passing out from near exhaustion the second you returned home at night, there wasn't much time to try and get laid. It was lonely and it sucked, but that's life. Now, touched for the first time in what could have been centuries for all you knew, your toes curled inside your work boots, tears forming in your eyes as your hips bucked against his hand. It was so good, so fucking good, and with every increase in speed, your moans and cries got louder, more desperate, until-

"Ah-ah-ah, tinker, no you don't!" Suddenly that hand was gone, all stimulation withdrawn, and you whimpered. The tentacles around your extremities tightened in response. "You thought I was just gonna let you co-come so soon? Poor, dumb little imp-slut, it ain't gonna be that easy."

You swore, your teeth bared in an impotent snarl, but the clown only laughed, more carnival-striped tentacles unfurling and wrapping around you, the metal cold against your overheated skin. Now fully immobile, you were lifted higher, splayed out, shaking and wanting. The new appendages began to nudge and press around your body, seemingly exploring your form while the clown stepped between your spread legs, hands groping at your trembling thighs. His smirk was near evil, merciless, piercing as a laser as he watched his tentacles divest you of every stitch of clothing, torn and tossed aside without care. The tips of his jester hat brushed along your legs as he leaned closer to your core, mouth opening to graze the tips of his sharp teeth along your inner thighs, chuckling when you writhed, uncertain if you were trying to pull away or get closer. “Please,” you whimpered, not quite knowing what you were begging for, your body reduced to firing synapses and electric pulses of pure need.

Again, that mocking giggle issued from somewhere behind his sharp teeth. “Begging now, slut? You really want it tha-a-at bad, huh?” His open mouth neared your center, and you noticed now that there was heat coming from him, like the brush of warm breath, and saw a faint reddish glow shining from somewhere within his maw. “Want Ol’ Fizz to make you come again and a-again like the greedy little tramp you are?”

“Yes,” you choked out, so far past caring how desperate you sounded. “Yes, please, please, please!”

A soft whir was your only warning before something long, warm, and slippery was sliding between your legs; your body spasmed, jerking against the restraining appendages, your head lifting to see his striped tongue pressing against you, coated in shiny lubricant. He licked experimentally at you, seeing how much pressure you liked and where you were most sensitive, continuing his brutal teasing as the needle-sharp tips of his fingers raked down your thighs, nearly drawing blood. Then that mouth opened impossibly wide, eyes narrowed to knowing slits as that tongue probed at your entrance, nudging against it before shoving inside with no warning. Gasps and choked half-words fell from your lips at the delicious stretch of being suddenly, violently filled, his tongue twisting and pushing, the stripes not just for decoration but denoting a raised, almost ribbed texture. 

When it began to vibrate inside you, you couldn’t help but scream.

He cooed filth up at you, still able to talk despite his mouth being wrapped around you, voice distorted from the vibrations. Yellowish sparks would issue from his limbs as he fought to keep you still, burning against your skin like vicious little kisses. You weren’t coaxed to the edge so much as dragged toward it, your orgasm slamming into you with near physical force. The clench and thrashing of your body didn’t slow him; if anything, the vibrations intensified, more tentacles issuing from him to stroke and tease other erogenous zones, your entire body his to play with, helpless against his ruthless pursuit of your ruin. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as he ripped your pleasure from your body with no care to be gentle, teeth and hands leaving marks in their wake. You were his slut, his eager imp-whore, his pretty little toy; at least, you didn’t deny it when he growled these claims up at you. As long as he didn’t stop, you would be anything he wanted.

But while he couldn’t grow tired or drained, you certainly could, and through a veil of tears you begged him to stop, half afraid that he wouldn’t. Fizz paused, then slowly unwound himself from around your violently shaking form, tentacles disappearing back inside the panel they had come from. He regarded you curiously, still grinning as you collapsed in a boneless, shaking heap, unable to do much except pant for breath. Finally, you looked up at him with hazy eyes, your sweaty hair falling limply in your face.

“Didn’t you have a show to do?”

Fizz threw back his head and laughed, the bells on his hat jingling merrily, a stark contrast to the cold, malicious sound of his glee. “Not the sharpest t-t-tool in the shed, huh, tinker? Look around; you a-are the show.”

To your horror, you could see dozens of yellow eyes pinned to your naked form, imps of all shapes and sizes, eyeing you hungrily. The light of day outside the tent was gone, and the depraved crowds that only came around at night had filtered in while you were...preoccupied. Ruby skin turned a mortified burgundy as you scrambled to cover yourself with any scraps of your clothing you could find, but Fizz wrapped his arms around you and hauled you to your feet, his arm secure around your waist as he bowed to his audience-your audience. They began to applaud, some whistling, others throwing out lewd comments. Fizz pulled you into his side, the hand on your waist slipping just a little lower.

“Seems like we make a pretty good duo, dollface,” he rasped, showing off his pointed teeth in a lascivious grin that at your already weak knees nearly buckling. “Whaddya say we gi-gi-give them an encore?”

[wiypt-writes]

Stark Spangled Banner

Ch30: Winter Is Here

Summary: In the wake of the UN Bombing, Steve, Katie and Sam (with help from Sharon) track Bucky to Bucharest and face a race against time to track him down before the CTU. But someone else is also following Bucky, someone who’s been one step ahead and the consequences are disastrous.

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

A/N: Elements of this have been reworked/rewritten…for reasons which will become apparent at some point!

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar Katie Stark and the other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.

Chapter 29 Part 2

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Bucky liked Bucharest. It was easy enough to blend in and he’d found work at a local Warehouse easily enough. It was no questions asked, cash in hand and no trail. Perfect. Physical labour didn’t bother him, neither did taking the nightshifts which no one else seemed to want. It meant he could sleep most of the days and emerge later at night meaning he had even less people to encounter and deal with. Not that it really mattered, no one really bothered him apart from the Old Lady that lived a few floors down. Bucky often did odd jobs for her, just like he had used to for the old couple that lived across from his parents in Brooklyn before the war.

Since arriving in Europe in September last year, his life had been pretty peaceful. His memories had started to flash back almost the instant he wasn’t re-wiped by HYDRA, but they were random, non-chronological, so he had started writing them in a notebook along with other snippets and facts he found along the way which helped him piece together the parts of the puzzle that was his life. He knew his name, his date of birth, who his parents were, his siblings, Steve- his brother-from-another-Mother, the Howling Commandos, Steve’s wife- Katie,  his ‘death’ and then… well, that bit he tried not to remember on purpose.

He felt better, like himself, and had on more than one occasion thought about reaching out to Steve. But the thing was, even though he’d now been out of HYDRA control for over two years, he knew that what they had done to him or put in his head was still there, and he didn’t want to give anyone the chance to find out the hard-way or give them chance to lock him up like some lab rat. So he had decided it was best to stay off radar.

Pulling his cap down a little, he headed over to his favourite fruit store for some plums. He remembered what a treat they had been back before the war, and he enjoyed the fact they were so readily available now. He reached out with his flesh hand to gently test one. 

“How are they? Are they good?” He asked the vendor in Romanian who nodded to him, smiling “Okay. Give me six, thank you”

With his bag of fruit he walked along, casually scanning around as he ate. And then, across the street, he spotted a vendor at a news-stand watching him. Bucky glanced away hastily then looked back at the man who was still watching him before he suddenly turned and ran from his kiosk. With a sick feeling in his stomach,  Bucky made his way over and picked up a paper reading the front page which contained a number of surveillance-photos and the head line: ‘Winter Soldier cautat pentru Bombardmentul din Viena’. 

A cold feeling washed all over him and he glanced around, swallowing thickly. 

He might have struggled with his memory in the past but he could categorically say this wasn’t one of those times. This wasn’t him, granted it looked like him, but it wasn’t.

Shit, he needed to hide.

Pulling his cap down further, jacket pulled up round his neck he set off home.

****** Having your own private plane certainly has its perks. Katie, Sam and Steve made their way to Vienna and from there, after being given a lead from Sharon, they headed to Bucharest. Steve and Sam had brought all their equipment whereas Katie had opted to simply pack her cat suit and utility belt as they weren’t anticipating any action.

A decision she was starting to regret now.

“Nice place.” Katie commented sarcastically, pulling at the neck of her leather cat-suit as they entered the old rundown apartment that Bucky Barnes now called home. Steve ignored the comment before he carefully closed the door behind them. The two of them ventured further into the small darkened apartment, the windows had been taped over with old newspapers keeping out most of the sunlight and prying eyes. Steve’s shield caught a few of the spots of light which were creeping through tears and gaps in the paper, sending reflections onto bits of the apartment walls. The bedroom and the living area were one, a tattered mattress placed just beneath the window a small desk and lamp next to it. Across from the bed near the entrance was a metal table with two chairs next to it, then there was the kitchen area and a door, which Katie headed through, gun at the ready, finding nothing but a small, grimy and empty bathroom.

She couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of sadness in her gut that the man who had saved her life, a war veteran, was living like this.

Steve took to looking around the kitchen and had found a notebook of sorts with tabs of varying colours sticking out from amongst the pages. As he flicked through he found a leaflet on the Smithsonian Captain America exhibit.

"Heads up guys, German Special Forces approaching from the South.” Sam’s voice came through the coms.

“Understood.” Steve replied gently, replacing the leaflet in the page he had found it, fingers lingering on the paper. He looked up at Katie as she re-entered the room.

“Nobody’s home.” She said softly. “What you got there?” “It’s a journal.” Steve said, “He’s been writing down memories and-“

He stopped dead as a movement crossed his peripheral and his head jerked up. Over his wife’s shoulder he locked eyes with Bucky for the first time since that day over the Potomac. Katie, noticing his demeanour, glanced over her shoulder and instantly spun round to see Bucky watching the pair of them with a cautious sort of curiosity.

“Do you know me?” Steve asked carefully, setting the book he was flipping through down on the cluttered counter. He moved in front of Katie slightly, keeping himself between her and his best friend who was stood stock still, eyeing them up.

“You’re Steve,” Bucky said roughly, “I read about you in a museum.”  He added immediately, nodding to himself. 

Play dumb, Bucky, play dumb…

“They’ve set the perimeter.” Sam spoke in their ears.

“I know you’re nervous, and you’ve got plenty of reason to be, but you’re lying.” Steve spoke calmly, not believing him for a second. He could always tell when Bucky was lying, even as kids he wouldn’t look you in the eye fully, and now wasn’t any different.

“I wasn’t in Vienna. I don’t do that anymore.”  Bucky’s voice wavered slightly, almost pleading with them to believe him. And instantly Katie did.

“They’re entering the building. “ Sam urged. 

“Well, the people who think you did are coming here now.” Katie took a small step forward so that she was slightly in front of Steve. “And they’re not planning on taking you alive.”

 “That’s smart. Good strategy.” He looked at her, cocking his head to one side as he studied her. She was oozing confidence, are far cry from the broken, shattered woman he had rescued last year, and she didn’t seem afraid of him. Which he liked but also didn’t because it meant they weren’t going to just let him slip away.

“They’re on the roof. I’m compromised!”

“This doesn’t have to end in a fight ,Buck.” Steve pleaded desperately while Bucky simply walked over to the table set down his plastic bag and pulled off his glove to reveal his metal hand.

“It always ends in a fight.” He said balling the metal into a fist, his voice lilted with sadness.

“Five seconds.”

“You pulled me from the river and you saved Katie’s life that day in La Ronde.” Steve’s voice took on an urgent tone, almost shouting. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky replied in frustration finally looking up at Steve and locking eyes with him before he glanced to Katie. Truth be told he did know. That day on the Potomac something had broken his programming, and when Steve had plunged to the river he had known he had to save him, because he had been saving him all his punk-assed life. And then with Katie, well, even before he had recognised her he couldn’t leave a dame to the mercy of HYDRA, not after what they did to him. It was wrong…his ma taught him better.

“Three seconds.”

“Yes you do.” Steve responded,

“Breach, breach, breach!” Came the yell into their earpieces.

Both Steve and Katie looked towards the window prompting Bucky to do the same and in the next second a flash bomb was thrown through, Steve batted it right back out with his shield and then a second bomb came through the other window. Bucky booted it towards Steve who dropped and covered it with his shield, containing the blast. All three of them looked at one another for a split second before a loud bang sounded as the door rattled. Katie quickly kicked the edge of the table so that it wedged between the door and the wall blocking the German Forces entrance for now.

Whilst she was distracted with that, a final bomb was thrown and Bucky lifted up the dirty mattress using it as protection for them both. She nodded to him gently as he tossed it away and then came the soldiers on zip lines through the window. The first landed in the kitchen, training his gun first on Steve, then across towards Bucky, but before he could shoot Steve pulled the rug from beneath him and he ended up firing into the ceiling. The next came in through the window right next to Bucky but he punched him in the face, throwing him over to Katie who aimed a kick at his arm, knocking the gun out of it before kicking him again in the chest, sending him sprawling into the bathroom. Bucky picked the third soldier up easily and slammed him into the wall, letting him fall down.

“Buck, stop! You’re gonna kill someone.” Steve ran forward, but Bucky easily dodged him and slammed into him from behind, knocking him to the floor.

“I’m not gonna kill anyone!” He growled, punching a hole into the floor. He grabbed a backpack from under the floorboards and threw it across the room and out of the window. Then came more gun fire and Katie dropped to the floor, rolling to her right and firing a shot in the direction of the shooting hearing a yell as her bullet hit her target in the knee. Steve, again, flung his shield up and Bucky shoved him hard in the back sending him flying into another solider, taking him down. Katie scrambled to her feet again unable to do anything but watch as Bucky punched a hole through the wall next to the door before bashing it open and continuing to fight his way out.

“You alright?” Steve asked, as she dusted herself off.

“This isn’t exactly going to plan is it?” She shook her head as they ran out of the door just in time to see Bucky jump on a soldier who was descending from a zip wire and swinging down a level in the stairwell of the apartment block. One of the soldiers was screaming into his radio. Steve grabbed it from him, then smashed it with his foot before he jumped down a level after Bucky. Katie, took the sensible option and ran down the stairs, taking out anyone blocking her way.

Bucky was punching soldiers left and right until he ducked as he hit another accidentally sending him over the railing, but Steve was quick to catch him by his vest.

“Come on man,” He sighed wearily. Bucky’s only response was a shrug which he emphasized by elbowing a soldier that was behind him, while Steve pulled up the one he was holding onto and tossed him into a wall. Bucky jumped over the railing down several flights but by the time Steve caught up with him he had dodged into an apartment and jumped from the railings

“Damned it!” Steve cursed as he watched Bucky land on the lower roof of the neighbouring building with some force, but he simply rolled as if the fall hadn’t bothered him at all, picked up his backpack and ran.  But he didn’t get far, a muscular man clad entirely in black slammed into him from behind knocking him down.

“Sam southwest rooftop.” Steve suddenly reported to Sam as he watched the man in the black suit, which looked very much like a big cat moved with breath-taking agility and grace, slashing with sharp claws on each hand as he tackled Bucky.

“Who the hell’s the other guy?” Sam asked Steve on the coms.  

“I’m about to find out.” Steve backed up before he too launched himself from the balcony down onto the neighbouring building. Katie ran into the apartment just in time to see him land on the other roof-top and she frowned at the mystery man in some form of cat suit who was lunging at Bucky with his claws. Bucky grabbed his wrists holding him off but at that moment a helicopter that had appeared began to fire its machine gun. Both Katie from her vantage point, and Steve who was bolting towards the men, frowned as he saw the ammo ping back off the man’s suit just like it did off his shield.

“Sam…” Katie said as Steve continued to run towards Bucky, shield raised. Sam understood what she was implying instantly.  

“Got him.” He replied, flying down he spun under the chopper, grabbing the rails at the bottom, spinning it off course before swooping off. As Katie continued to watch Bucky leapt off the side of the roof to the floor, and the mystery cat man followed using his claws for traction down the side of the building. Steve was shortly behind, rolling along the floor before picking himself up and running after the pair of them, Sam flying behind. Then, the helicopter began to follow, gunfire tearing up the side walk.  

“Shit.” Katie ran down and emerging into the street, sprinting as fast as she could. Spotting an abandoned motorbike which had been ditched in the fracas she hopped on and sped after them, mentally thanking Natasha for the bike driving lessons.

It was chaos, absolute chaos. Bucky jumped down through a gap into the underpass, Steve and the mystery cat man following, as they themselves were being pursued by an armoured vehicle. Well, at least they were until Steve managed to pull the driver out and take the vehicle himself. He saw a motorbike coming up behind him in the mirrors and did a double take as he saw it was Katie. She pulled up alongside him and with one hand she grabbed the passenger door and yanked it open, before placing both her hands on the rim of the door and using it as leverage to swing herself feet first into the car.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Steve asked, open mouthed as she dropped into the seat next to him.

“Nat.” She shrugged, as if it was a perfectly normal thing to do or be taught. Steve gave a small smirk and then turned to look back at the road, switching lanes and cruising past mystery cat man.  Then there was a thud and Katie glanced back over her shoulders. Mystery cat man had latched himself onto the back of the car.

“Hold on!” Steve yelled before swerving the car to the right then the left hoping to dislodge him but no such luck. He even rammed the side of the car into another Special Forces vehicle but nothing, he hung tight.

“Sam we can’t shake this guy.” Steve reported.

“Right behind you.”

In front of them Bucky jumped the barrier to the other side of the road so Steve dropped the car a gear and pressed harder on the gas, breaking straight through it. A quick glance through the mirrors told Katie that it was enough to slow down the Germans but not to dislodge their passenger.

“This guy is more of a pain in the ass than Tony.” Katie sighed, turning back to look out of the front. Just as she did, Bucky clearly decided he needed his own mode of transportation and grabbed the handle bars of a motorbike which was speeding towards him. He dislodged the driver in mid-air while the bike spun and threw his leg over the seat all in one fluid motion. He then landed and sped away.

“Holy shit!” Katie let out a small laugh of disbelief, her jaw dropping slightly as she smirked at Bucky’s unbelievable display of acrobatics. “Did you see that?”

Steve looked at her for a split second, taking in the smirk on her face as she admired Bucky’s agility, surprised to feel he was slightly jealous. With a sigh, more at himself than anything, he shook his head. That insecure little kid from Brooklyn really had picked the most inappropriate time to appear. It didn’t help when she spoke again, a cheeky lilt to her voice.

“Can you do that?”

Steve shot her a glare that would make anyone else shake in their boots but it made Katie do nothing but frown at the open display of hostility he very rarely used on her. Before she could respond, however, there was a thud on the roof as mystery cat man climbed on top of the car and then launched himself at Bucky. The soldier on the bike was prepared though, and grabbed him around the throat, flinging him over his head. But the mystery cat man was persistent, hanging on even as the bike tipped and Bucky was forced to use his metal hand so that he didn’t fall off the bike completely. He kicked the cat man away before straightening his bike and speeding ahead.

Steve swerved to avoid running mystery cat man over while he caught other means of transportation, meaning he grabbed onto Sam’s legs as he was flying by. Ahead of them Bucky threw a sticky bomb at the top of the overpass which immediately went off and began raining down debris.  

“Time to go.” Steve grabbed Katie as he slammed on the breaks turning the car sharply. He pulled her out of the door, using his shield to land on as the car began to tilt on its side. They dodged through the rubble, Steve’s shield over their heads and once they were clear, Steve sped off to where the cat man was mounted on top of Bucky ready to rip his throat out.

Sam emerged from the dust but seconds later there was loud clang and War Machine landed holding up his hand with repulsor beams at the ready in warning. More German Special Forces arrived and they knew the game was up. But Steve and Katie both looked at each other, chests heaving with exertion and dare they say it, relief. They had located Bucky after years of searching, he was still alive and could be questioned, which meant there was a chance they could clear all this up.

Steve felt Bucky step forward, and he instantly held his arm out to stop him. .

“Stand down now.” Rhodey spoke with authority and the Special Forces aimed their guns at them all. Steve relented placing his shield onto his back harness showing compliance as he held his hands up, palms outwards.

“Congratulations Cap, you’re a criminal.” Rhodey said sarcastically. As soldiers surrounded Bucky forcing him down to his knees so they could hand cuff him tightly.

Katie and Sam raised their hands in surrender as the soldiers approached them too. The mystery cat man was the last to comply retracting his claws and reaching up to his helmet.

“Call them off Rhodey.” Katie looked at him, nodding to the soldier who had his gun trained on her “We’ll come quietly.”

Rhodey turned to look at her and then nodded at the officer, who lowered his gun, but that didn’t stop them from handcuffing her. As she shot a look over her shoulder at the man who was slapping on the restraints she gave him a small smirk and then turned back to look at mystery cat man, just as he pulled off his mask.

“What the…” Katie frowned, recognising him instantly. It was T’Challa, the prince of Wakanda.

“Your highness.” Rhodey said.

There was a scuffle to Katie’s right and she turned to see that Bucky was being hauled to the floor.

“Don’t hurt him.” She turned to Rhodey, pleading with him. “Please. He saved my life, he’s still a human being!”

Rhodey hesitated slightly but then one of the soldiers shoved Katie in the back.

“Move.” he said in a thick accent.

“Say please.” She spun round, glaring at him. “Fucking asshole.”

“Katie.” Steve instructed gently as he walked towards her, being marched by two other soldiers. She turned to him and he gave a small shake of his head, warning her not to start another fight, before he nodded towards the black SUV.

“You know what the worse bit about all this is?” Katie sighed, as she fell into step beside Steve.

Steve looked at her, “No, what?”

“The lecture I’m going to get off Tony.”

One they had been stripped of their weapons and gear they were released from their handcuffs. Rubbing her wrists, Katie raised an eyebrow at Rhodey.

“Now what?” 

“You’ll be given chance to change and clean up before going to Berlin,” Rhodey said, as the side of the SUV they were by opened and they were instructed to climb in. “Where you’ll be put into the custody of the Anti-Terrorism Unit.”

“So we’re terrorists now?” Katie snorted.

“You knew what would happen if you went against the law.”

She gave a sarcastic, fake yawn and behind her Sam sniggered before he looked at Rhodey

“This make you feel good?” Sam asked.

“Okay, enough!” Steve loudly shut down the petty squabble that was about to erupt between the two men “Yes, Rhodey we knew what would happen, but we also knew what would happen if we didn’t.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?”

“That you would never have taken him alive.” He nodded to where Bucky was being hauled into the back of a separate vehicle. “And you know that too.”

******

“So you like cats?”

“Sam.” Steve scolded as Katie snorted, looking out of the window of the SUV as they drove over a bridge that crossed the River Spree. T’Challa was on the front row of the SUV alone, then Steve and Katie had sat on the middle, Sam on the back row.

“What?” Sam asked innocently. “Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don’t wanna’ know more?”

Katie was inclined to agree, Steve however, was curious about something else.

“Your suit. It’s Vibranium?” He asked in interest.

“The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations.” T'Challa began slowly. “A mantle passed from warrior to warrior. And now because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of king. So I ask you, as both warrior and king, how long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?”

T'Challa turned his head to look Steve directly in the eye then turned back around without another word as Steve clenched his jaw.

They arrived at the CIA base in Berlin in record time thanks to the police convey that kept the streets clear. The base was crawling with heavily armed soldiers as they stepped out of the van and were led inside. Katie shrugged on her leather jacket, pausing as Bucky’s cage followed them being moved by a small forklift. Besides her Steve stiffened as he looked over at Bucky and Katie gently placed her hand on at the bottom of his back. Bucky looked at the pair of them before he turned away as he was taken off in a separate direction.

After an introduction of sorts to Thaddeus Ross (Sharon’s boss) they were informed their weapons would be placed in a lock up, prompting Sam to snarl angrily- “I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that.” They were then led over a walkway and Katie looked past Ross and saw a familiar redhead walking towards them. Natasha’s face was blank as she strode down the walkway.

“For the record.” She snapped as she looked at the three of them in turn before she focussed on Steve. “This is what making things worse looks like.”

“He’s alive.” Steve answered shortly, not looking at her as he walked past, his jacket flapping slightly, pulling Katie with him as his hand wrapped around hers.

Natasha just glared at him before she walked quicker, pulling ahead of the group as they reached a large security office. Natasha led the way in, and Katie instantly picked up as she could hear Tony’s voice from inside,

“The remaining of us are now at court-section.” He was saying. And as they entered she saw her brother standing in the centre of the office, talking into his phone with his back to the door as he added, “And, Colonel Ross is supervising the clean-up.”

Despite everything Katie felt a rush of relief, it good to see him, alive and okay after Vienna.

“Try not to break anything while we fix this.” Natasha snapped and Katie’s attention then turned from her brother to her friend and she shook her head.

“Ass kissing doesn’t suit you, Nat.”  

Tony turned to face them all, his face set in a deep frown as he barked into his phone, pulling at his tie to loosen it off. "Consequences? You bet there will be consequences.”

Steve raised his eyebrows slightly, glancing at Katie who rolled her eyes before she looked at Tony as he continued to talk “Obviously you can quote me on that because I just said it. Anything else? Thank you, sir.”

As he placed his phone back into his pocket, his eyes never left his sister. “You okay?” He asked and she nodded, stepping forwards into his arms, giving him a hug which he returned.

"Consequences?” Steve repeated with a smirk as Tony looked over Katie’s shoulder at him.

“Secretary Ross wants you three prosecuted.” Tony answered, stepping back and releasing Katie. “I had to give him something.” He added.

“I’m not getting that shield back, am I?” Steve asked in an almost monotone voice.

“Technically, it’s the government’s property.” Natasha replied cheerily. “Wings too.” She added.

“That’s cold.” Sam countered

“Warmer than jail.” Tony tossed over his shoulder, as he headed off somewhere.

“Stop being so melodramatic.” Katie rolled her eyes, and stuck her hands in the back pockets of her jeans as Natasha led them to an office, talking to them as she went, telling them about what had been going on. They walked in silence, none of them responding. Eventually they reached a glass walled office and stepped inside.

“You’re not in a very talkative mood I can see.” Natasha drawled as Katie dropped her jacket over the back of a chair.

“Hmmm what can we talk about? Let’s see.” Katie looked at her, her face angry. “Oh how about the Accords?” Natasha rolled her eyes as Katie continued with a tone of disdain. “You know, I never had you down as someone that would give in so easily to control.”

“Well sometimes we have to make some tough choices.”

“Why’d you really sign, Nat?“ Steve asked her.

She sighed leaning back on the door frame. “Loyalty. Loyalty to our team. Staying together is more important than how we stay together.”

Steve shook his head, giving a small snort of laughter. “I don’t agree, and deep down, I don’t think you do either.”

“Believe what you want.” She shrugged before leaving.

About half an hour later after the three of them had been brainstorming again who they thought was actually responsible for bombing the UN and trying to fit Bucky up (none of them having any sensible ideas whatsoever), Sam excused himself heading off in search of some food and drink and it wasn’t long before Tony walked into the office were Katie and Steve were sat, Katie’s feet resting in Steve’s lap, his hand sliding up the bottom of her jeans, stroking the smooth skin just above the line of her ankle boots.

“You wanna see something cool?” He asked. Katie and Steve both turned to look at him as he walked in, holding a small black case. “I pulled something from Dad’s archives.” He nodded, “Timely.”

Katie sat up as Tony tossed his suit jacket onto one of the empty seats before he opened the box and placed it down on the shiny, mahogany table in front of Steve.

"FDR signed the Land-Lease bills with these in 1941.” Tony explained what they were. “Provided support to the allies when they needed it the most.”

“Some would say it brought our country closer to war.” Steve countered, a humourless smile on his face as he looked back up at Tony.

Tony met Steve’s eyes evenly and countered with his own point, “See, if not for these, you wouldn’t be here.” Steve’s brow rose, while Tony continued, “I’m trying to, what do you call it? An olive branch. Is that what you call it?

He looked at Steve, leaning his face against his fist as he waited expectantly. Steve pursed his lips unhappily and Katie knew he was struggling and couldn’t tell Tony what he wanted to hear because he didn’t believe in it.

"Is Pepper here?” Katie asked, switching topics as she glanced around the office then added, “I didn’t see her.”

She looked back at Tony as a strange almost regretful look came over his face. Her brows furrowed in confusion as Tony said slowly, measured, “We are… kinda, well not kinda-”

“Pregnant?” Steve interrupted in surprise.

“No, definitely not.” Tony said immediately face souring slightly. He paused, before finally admitting the truth, “We’re taking a break. It’s nobody’s fault.”

“I’m so sorry, Tony.” Steve spoke softly as Katie looked at her brother, who took a seat at the table “I didn’t know.”

“What did you do this time?” Katie asked gently. She hated it when they rowed and broke up. It never lasted long but still…

Tony’s lips twitched like he was going to smile but didn’t, “Few years ago, I almost lost her, so I trashed all my suits. Then, we had to mop up HYDRA. And then Ultron,” he tapped himself in the chest, “my fault.” He sighed again. “And then, and then, and then- I never stopped. Cause the truth is, I don’t wanna stop but I don’t want to lose her. I thought maybe the Accords could split the difference.”

“In her defence, you are a handful.” Katie said, the corner of her mouth twitching upwards.

Tony smiled without it reaching his eyes as he stuffed his hands into his pockets, pacing a little by the glass walls, before he reached up to adjust his tie as he continued bitterly.

“Yet, dad was a pain in the ass, but he and mom always made it work.”

“You know, I never expected Howard would get married.” Steve said, fondly remembering his friend with a smile “Mind you, I only knew him when he was young and single.”

“Oh really?” Tony asked sarcastically as he looked back at Steve. “You two knew each other? He never mentioned that. Maybe only a thousand times.”

Steve winced, dropping his head and while Tony picked up his suit jacket. “God, I hated you.” He spat pulling the jacket on.

“That’s a dick thing to say, Tone!” Katie frowned, narrowing her eyes at her brother.  

Steve sighed, and he looked back at Tony with sad eyes, “I don’t mean to make things difficult.”

“No, you just dropped into my life and married my sister.” Tony snorted “But you’re a very polite person. I mean you asked first.”

“That’s enough.” Katie chastised as Tony walked behind Steve, pacing a little. Steve turned to keep his eyes on him as he sighed

“If I see a situation pointed south, I can’t ignore it. Sometime I wish I could.”

“No, you don’t.” Tony challenged

Steve paused, before he admitted with a small, wry smile shaking his head a little, “No, I don’t.” He sighed, “Sometimes-”

“Sometimes I wanna punch you in your perfect teeth.” Tony interrupted bitterly. He shrugged like it was a fact, before he added softly, “but I don’t wanna see you gone. We need you, Cap.”

Steve stared at Tony as he considered his words, Katie observing the two of them silently as Tony continued “So far, nothing’s happened that can’t be undone, if you just sign.” He gestured at the pens, “We can make the last twenty-four hours legit. Barnes gets transferred to an American psych centre instead of a Wakanda prison.”

Steve stared at the pens, weighing Tony’s words before he reached out, pulling one slowly from its holder. Tony folded his arms across his chest as Steve stood up playing with the pen in his hands.

“I’m not saying it’s impossible,” he took a deep breath, “but there would have to be safeguards, what do you think, Sweetheart?” He looked at Katie. He was trying here, after everything, to reach the middle ground. He didn’t want to see the Avengers split up and the opportunity of keeping Bucky out of jail and safe was one he couldn’t pass up.

Katie looked at him, searching his face. She hadn’t been completely opposed to some form of sanctions after all, what she had opposed vehemently was a set being force upon them which gave them no control. But maybe, as Steve pointed out, with some amendments, perhaps they could make this work.

“We need to be able to have some control Tony, a say in where we go, when we go and why we go.” Katie eventually looked at her brother. “We’re not to be used as some pawns in a political game, for anyone’s agenda.”

“Sure.” Tony was quick to assure. “Once we put out the PR fire, its documents, they can be amended.” Tony sat back down at the table “I’d file a motion to have you and Wanda reinstated and-.“

"Wanda?” Katie cut him off and looked at him. “What about Wanda?”

“She’s fine.” Tony promised, although wariness leaked into his tone because he knew he had just put his foot in it. “She’s confined in the compound currently. Vision’s keeping her company.”

“Oh God, Tony!” Katie groaned and threw her head backwards in exasperation and disbelief.

At the same time Steve scoffed and shook his head. “Every time. Every time I think you’re seeing things the right way-”

"What?” Tony cut in, “It’s a hundred acres with a lap pool. It’s got a screening room. Trust me, there’s worse ways to protect people.”

“Protection?” Steve repeated, his temper rising. “Is that how you see this? This is protection? It’s internment.”

“She’s not a US citizen-” Tony spoke loudly while Steve and Katie groaned again

“Oh, come on, Tony!”  Katie shook her head, looking at him.

“- and they don’t grant visas to Weapons of Mass Destruction.” Tony finished taking a deep breath

“Wanda’s a kid!” Steve spat out.

“Give me a break!” Tony shouted back angrily.

Katie’s eyes narrowed furiously, but Tony took another deep breath as he visibly tried to calm himself down,

“I’m doing what has to be done,” He paused to look Steve in the eye before he turned to his sister and finished flatly. “To stave off something worse.”

She shook her head and grit her teeth, there was no discussing with him when he was like this, and if he couldn’t see that keeping Wanda on house arrest because she hadn’t signed was wrong then she didn’t really want to discuss it with him anyway.  "You keep telling yourself that.” She answered.

"Hate to break up the set.” Steve dropped the pen back down onto the desk before he left the office.

Katie groaned and banged her head on the desk.

“Kiddo…”

“Just don’t.” She replied, not looking up. “Don’t say a word Tony, you’ve already said enough.”

****

“The receipt for your gear.”  Sharon walked into the room, handing Sam a piece of paper.

Sam took the paper, glancing down at it. “'Bird costume’? Come on, girl.” He spat incredulously reading the receipt.

“I didn’t write it.” Sharon shot back and Katie raised a brow as she watched the woman, noticing her movements, before she reached past Sam and pressed a button in the middle of the conference table. Instantly the audio from the footage they were watching of Bucky’s questioning flooded the room and Steve looked at Sharon in surprise and she nodded back to him. Katie also gave her a look of appreciation as well and Sharon averted her eyes beyond the conference room. Katie followed her gaze and saw Natasha looking furtively over her shoulder. Katie nodded to Nat, understanding instantly she’d had a hand in this. Nat inclined her head slightly before she turned back around to watch her own set of screens.

“I’m not here to judge you. I just want to ask you a few questions. Do you know where you are, James?” The man in the cage gave no response so the doctor tried again. “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, James.”

“My name is Bucky.” Bucky answered voice rough, a hint of defiance in his tone.

Steve’s lips pursed, and he turned back to the table with a frown. He picked up the discarded file, pulling out the Vienna security camera photos that showed the man the task force identified as Bucky from near the bomb site.

“Why would the task force release this photo to begin with?” Steve asked handing the picture over to Katie, as she perched on the table beside him.

Sam frowned, while Sharon shrugged and answered the best way she could, “Get the word out, involve as many eyes as we can?”

“Right.” Steve said flatly nodding but it wasn’t enough for him. Katie cottoned on instantly.

“It’s a good way to flush a guy out of hiding. Set off a bomb, get your picture taken.” She shrugged and Sam’s eyes narrowed as he leaned forward on his arms, while Steve continued for her.

“Suddenly you’ve got seven billion people looking for the Winter Soldier.”

“You’re saying someone framed him to find him.” Sharon asked slowly, summarizing their point.

“Steve, we looked for the guy for two years, and bar when he pulled your Missus out of that Hydra base, we found nothing.” Sam pointed out.

“We didn’t bomb the UN.” Katie answered. “That turns a lot of heads.”

“Yeah.” Sharon joined in quietly, “but that doesn’t guarantee that whoever framed him would get him, it guarantees that we would…”

She trailed off as all 4 of them shared an understanding glance.

Steve turned around sharply to look back at the screen showing Bucky and the UN psychiatrist, before he muttered "Yeah.” Someone had brought him here for a reason. Who, and why?

“Tell me Bucky.” The man interrogating Bucky continued on. “You’ve seen a great deal, haven’t you?”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Bucky answered flatly keeping his response short.

“You feel that, if you open your mouth, the horrors might never stop. Don’t worry.” He tapped at his screen “We only have to talk about one.”

The building suddenly went dark, the power going out leaving on the emergency red lights flashing ominously. Katie hopped off the table and Steve turned urgent eyes on Sharon.

“Sub-level five, east wing.” She answered the silent question quickly.

Steve looked at Sam and he nodded then the three of them ran out of the office, using the distraction of the power outage to their advantage as they raced down the stairs to get to the level Bucky was on.

They ran down two flights of stairs before they finally reached the hallway that led to Bucky’s holding room. Steve stopped when they reached the last corridor and spotted the guards lying on the ground. He glanced back to exchange looks with Katie and Sam as they both came to a stop behind him. Now wary of what they were walking into, and highly conscious that none of them had any weapons, they made their way cautiously down the corridor. Katie bent down to check the fallen soldiers. One had a strong pulse, the other…

“He’s dead.” She muttered looking up. Steve let out a sigh of frustration and moved into the security room besides the cell, Sam and Katie close behind.  

The further into the room they went the more dead soldiers they encountered when a sudden raspy voice came from in the room that held Bucky’s containment unit. “Help me.”

Steve looked ahead to see the man who had been interrogating Bucky, lying on his side by the empty cage, clutching his side as if in pain. Steve stomped into the room angrily, ignoring the man as he begged for help again.

“Get up.” He snapped reaching down to grab the man by the front of his jacket, hauling him to his feet. The man eyed him carefully as Steve glared shoving him into a wall and snarling. “Who are you? What do you want?”

The man met his gaze, his eyes becoming cold and dark as answered lowly, “To see an empire fall.”

A movement in the corner of the room caught Katie’s eye. Sam and her ducked just in time as the Winter Soldier leapt from where he had been lurking in the shadows, throwing a punch towards Katie. He missed, hitting the concrete doorway and punching a hole through the rock.

Sam acted quickly, punching at the Winter Soldier’s side, but it didn’t even faze the super-solider as he punched Sam straight in the stomach. Sam winced, and doubled over as the Winter Soldier grabbed his chin in his metal hand, throwing him across the room. He then turned his attention to Katie, and she knew that throwing punches wasn’t going to work so all she could do was duck, using her agility to keep out of his way. She bent backwards as he made to grab her but then Steve ran at him, ducking as the Winter Soldier swung his arm out. Once the metal arm passed over his head, Steve threw a punch of his own, hitting the Soldier right in the face, and the man snarled as he swung his fist back at Steve, who dodged it. The Winter Soldier suddenly kicked out, landing a solid kick right to Steve’s stomach and Steve grunted as he was thrown backwards, landing in the security room.

The Winter Soldier strode towards him but Steve was already back on his feet and blocked the next kick with his bare hands. Katie was powerless to help; she had nothing on her, no stingers, no guns no Supernova suit. She frantically searched the room for something she could use as a weapon as the pair of super soldiers continued to fight, throwing kicks and punches while parrying and blocking the other’s moves, heading back out into the corridor. As Steve fell through the doorway again, Katie grabbed the cable she was holding and launched herself at the Winter Soldier jumping onto his back and wrapping the cable around his neck. He spun round angrily, grabbing at the cable before he reached up with his metal arm and grabbed the back of her hair, flipping her up and over before flinging her across the room at Steve who had pulled himself up against the elevator doors. Steve grunted as he caught her but quickly set her on her feet before shoving her out of the way just in time, as the Winter Soldier threw his whole weight into a punch to Steve’s chest, blowing him straight through the metal doors and down the elevator shaft.

Katie kicked at the desk in front of her, sending it The Soldier’s way as he was now advancing on her, but he broke through it easily, not even slowing in the slightest. She dodged under his arm and aimed a kick at the side of his knee, catching him perfectly and he stumbled forward. She then went to kick him again but he raised his metal arm to take the brunt of it, catching her leg so it was trapped between his arm and chest.

“Bucky this isn’t you.” Her words meant nothing to him. He grabbed a handful of her shirt with his other hand lifting her and tossing her like a rag doll straight into the wall where she banged her head painfully, causing her to see stars. She lay still for a while, dazed but and then she heard Sam shout

“Hey. You alright?”

“I think so.” She blinked groggily as Sam gently helped her to her feet. Everything seemed to work.

“C'mon,” He urged, heading towards the stairs “That so called doctor just left.”

Before Katie could head up the steps after him, a grunt caught her attention, it was Steve, minus his jacket, climbing his way out of the elevator shaft covered in dirt and sweat and looking far more attractive than he had any right to be in the middle of a damned fight.

“You okay?” He questioned only slightly out of breath from the climb, his hand dropping to his wife’s neck

“Yeah.”

“Bucky?”

“He went that way.” She pointed to the corridor on the left. "Back out to the facility. The doctor, he went the other way, Sam’s gone after him”

Steve quickly nodded. “I’ll get Bucky. You go after Sam and I’ll meet you outside.”

No further discussion was had as they split up.  By the time Katie emerged into the lobby of the facility, it was utter chaos where employees were all crushed together rushing to get out the doors and get to safety.

“Sam, any sign?” She asked as she found him outside looking round.

“No, come on.” He grabbed her hand so that they didn’t lose each other in the crowd as they moved outside the building. Sam stopped to pick up a discarded jacket that he recognised as belonging to the Fake Doctor, and Katie glanced down at it before looking around the crowd. There was no sign of him. It was then that she heard a chopper and instantly glanced up to the top of the building where a helicopter was attempting to take off. But the two-hundred plus pounds of super-solider hanging onto the landing skids was not letting go that easy. He kept hold as the helicopter dragged him to the edge, his boots skidding on the Heli-pad before he reached the end. Gritting his teeth he clung onto the skids of the helicopter with one hand, the other onto the railing of the building.

“No way.” Sam shook his head as he and Katie stood looking up at Steve who was stopping the helicopter “No goddamned way.”

The blades of the helicopter spun rapidly but it was going nowhere as Steve switched his grip on the railing. His muscles bulged and felt like they were on fire but he didn’t let go and, with a pained grit of his teeth, he pulled even harder and felt it start to come back to him. Then, it did a sharp turn towards Steve and he dived out of the way as it came to a stop. He stood up, made his way to the door but before he could do anything Bucky’s metal fist smashed through the glass on the door and gripped him round his neck. Steve planted both his feet on the side of the chopper, trying to release himself from the grip but it was no use.

And then the helicopter began sliding.

Katie’s grip tightened around Sam’s hand as they spotted Steve’s figure still attached to the helicopter as it fell from the top of the building and into the lake below. She instantly rushed forwards, but Sam wrapped both arms around her waist to restrain her, stopping her from diving head first into the water after him. 

Not again, she kept thinking to herself, the scenes from the last time him and Bucky had entered the water flashing before her eyes.

She hadn’t realised she was yelling until Sam shouted loudly, and pointed across the water, where a head had broken the surface. Steve was dragging Bucky up beside him. They rushed to the edge of the lake where Steve made sure they got Bucky out first before he hauled himself up beside them, water dripping onto the concrete.

Sam turned his attention to Bucky making sure he was only unconscious and still breathing, while Katie’s focus turned to her husband. The anger at him being a stupid, reckless moron again boiled over.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” She screamed, before she reached back and slapped him hard across the face.  It was enough to make his head snap to the right.

“Ouch.” Sam muttered.

Steve looked at Katie, astonishment and maybe a hint of amusement on his face, before she threw herself into his arms, not caring that he was soaking wet, whilst as he wrapped his arms around her.

“You stupid…” Katie began to sob, her voice muffled as she pressed her face into his wet shirt and his hands tangled in her hair.

“I know, I know.” He muttered. “I’m sorry, Doll.” He dropped a soft kiss to her head before he gently moved her to the side and looked at Sam before nodding to the unconscious Bucky on the floor. “Let’s get out of here.”

**** Chapter 31

**Original Posting**

[eclipsewarrior101]

New Oc: D17 Negaverse oc idea

( warning mention of homophobia)

Name: Daliah Widow

Nickname: Squirt, Rat, my widow, Dr Hex,

Species: Duck

Occupation: ex Shush. Bounty Hunter

Sexual orientation: lesbian

Ability: necromancy, nature control. Soul Puppet making.

Pet: a pet Tarantula named Fuzzy

Appearance : small albino duck with a chipped beak. Short pixie cut Silver while hair with pink highlights. Has a pink and black spider in her hair. Wears a gothic light blue, black and pink jacket and black pants. Wears open fingered gloves too. The jacket looks like it has spider webs on it. And a pocket for fuzzy her pet spider. Has unique red eyes and Wears glasses to hide the eyes due to being mocked for them.

Casual. Black spider web pants and pink top with stokings. Wears open fingered gloves and glasses to hide eyes. Has a pocket got her spell book and potions. Also has little pockets for the spider to rest.

As Dr Hex: she wears a long cloak with sleeves. She wears a plague doctors mask or a mask with skulls on it. . Wears gloves with spider silk look. Has a pocket for everything, silk, doll, book, pen…everything. Even a place for Fuzzy.

Info: born an albino duck and the oddball misfit, Daliah was not like her brothers or mother in the foundation of Shush. While her brothers were very cruel and abusive, she was more timid but acted mean to impress her family. She tended to be more kind and merciful…which ticked off her mother. When her mother passed Shush down to the three of them, she being the oldest was given a lot of mental and emotional abuse and made to be perfect. While her brothers were cruel, she was the one who would feel bad when eggheads were punished and she agents were hurt. Secretly tending to their wounds and helping them. But she grew up having a fake cold demeanor as well. She was very talented in necromancy and could talk to spirits. She also had a strange talent with puppet making. Her gift was used by her family and they forced her “ abuse, gaslighting and manipulation” to use her gifts to punish people like eggheads and agents. She hated it. Then, she had enough one day and tried to shut shush down by sending huge info to Bradford…( how she knows him is still in the air) which failed and her family took everything from her. Her freedom, her Humanity…her lover. After years of torment she snapped and when she did an inferno of hellfire was risen and shush realized too late she was a threat. Daliah is believed to be dead but now a new anti hero named Dr Hex is causing problems, killing Shush agents and kidnapping eggheads.

Other info:

Daliah has a tarantula named fuzzy who rides on her shoulder or hides in her pockets. Very protective of her.

Along with Daliah or Dr Hex. She has an assistant with her. Mortimer was an egghead who fled shush and Hex found him beaten to near death and dying. She healed him and he is now working for her.

Daliah is very ill tempered despite her gentle nature. She can blow up quickly if she is at the point of no return. She has to be locked up by mom if she snaps. She wants a perfect daughter and sees her emotions as a problem.

She has grown claustrophobic due to all the times being locked up. She can talk to spiders and they are like the mice from Cinderella.

When she was born everyone was horrified and thought she was dead…then they thought she was cursed. But they soon capitalized on her abilities as she grew up.

Her mom made her obedient at a very early age. After an ‘incident’ where Daliah got scared and hurt her mom after her mom tried to beat her. That NEVER happened again.

Daliah actually is more friends with the eggheads though her mom hates it since they are ‘ replaceable’

Her girlfriend Lucia is actually an egghead. The girlfriend and her brother Tom were kinda forced to work for shush as a business deal between their families. Their drunk mom sold them off to shush at a young age.

Her mom was NOT approving of the relationship and has tried to make Lucia’s job worse and super busy…but her and Daliah can never be apart….well, until her death.

So, her puppet making talent is part of the necromancy. She basically can use a drop of blood from a person and an enchanted string and needle to do this. Dip the blood in the needle, say a few words and then use an old doll. When she sews a symbol on the doll, the person can feel and see the mark. Once done the person is under their control. Her mom 100% makes her do this, she hates doing this. But she’s scared of her mom…since her mom can do this too and has threatened to sew Daliah’s mouth shut like a doll. Now…the spell can be broken. If you burn the symbol on the doll with a special brew and holy water it should free the person…but it depends. The person can go through ptsd and have issues mentally after.

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[twisted-legacies]

What gem are you?

snowflake obsidian

you are all grit and closed fists. you refuse to let anything in through the cracks of your armor. you would burn the world to protect those you love. the heart of a warrior burns in your chest. and it also weighs your shoulders down. what is the price for being so strong? what have you sacrificed to make yourself feel safe? when was the last time you let someone see your soul? when was the last time you let someone see you and not just the masks you hide behind? not everything must be a fight.

Snowflake Obsidian, huh? What an interesting rock to pick. I’ve always thought Obsidian is quite cool due it basically being Volcano Glass.

If I remember right, Obsidian is often associated with Mirrors (fits due to it basically being volcano glass, glass in mirrors, eh, eh?)-It shows everything about a person, the good, the bad, the ugly-Obsidian as a gem is supposed to help you confront the dark parts of yourself and bring the what bad to have inside of you to light so you can choose what to do with it, that alone is an interesting pick for Quentin since, well, Quentin’s story arc is her coming to terms with who she is-and what it means. 

While the ‘snow’ inside (Spherulite from what I got from Wikipedia) doesn’t have a meaning-but it was either nitrogen, carbon dioxide, ammonia, hydrogen, methane, sulfur dioxide, water and some other stuff before the stuff basically got stuck ended up in the gem, making the white stuff we know. Which also could be it’s own meaning I suppose, ‘Facing yourself comes with consequences’ which is something Quentin comes to understand during her personal journey too.

But Snowflake Obsidian also has its’ own meaning-It’s a purifying stone from what I understand. It is said to help one clear the body and mind from bad stuff, and to help remind you to do the same. Which I think is funny is the context of Quentin because it works almost too well. I mean, she acts as a helper to Yuu and Grim during the main story-Both who help ‘cleanse’ Night Raven College, so she could be in there to, but also. Quentin is known for working. The IRONY. 

But I like how it also fits for another one of my OCs, Das Alvah (that’s the boy below the stone). 

Das is a Octavinelle first year (that is loosely twisted from the Rat from Lady and the Tramp) was born in a nasty cult that basically worships Blot that. . . Was not healthy for Das to put it nicely. At all. But Das didn’t really understand that, since he grew up in there, that’s all he knows. And Snowflake Obsidian fits him like a glove for his character arc-He’s trying to be purifying himself, which ends up with the First Year Squad trying to be a better person. And since I associated Das with magical stones with dots in them (due to his cult often being associated all black gems since they didn’t care for Blot usage, and Das not being totally sure what he was doing, so in a way, he was pure despite all the bad things he’s done to himself) I think I’ll make that another thing he’s associated with. It’s cool how I didn’t mean for that symbolism but it ended up that way. 

Tagged by: I stole it from the lovely @magatsunohana, my dear @underaseaofmuses and the wonderful @asimplemulti​ !! Because it’s been a while since I’ve done gem meaning and stuff like that. It was fun! Thank you for this, Kei, Multy and Sav!!! *tackle hugs*

Tagging: Eh. If you feel like it.