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marvelsgirl616 · 7 months ago
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reducedemtasketch · 5 months ago
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Like I said, he’s a ghost story
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whereisthespicymustard · 5 months ago
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SAM WILSON in CAPTAIN AMERICA: BRAVE NEW WORLD (2025)
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scar-lie · 8 months ago
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Omega Pt. 14 {Natasha}
Summary : Seeing a little hope makes Natasha be protective and want to win you back again little by little
Pairing : Alpha ! Natasha Romanoff x Omega ! Reader
Warning : Getting attacked and nearly getting kidnapped
World count : 2,283
{OMEGA PT. 13} {OMEGA PT. 14} {OMEGA PT. 15}
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Natasha has been sleeping in your room on the floor for the past four days now. You don’t have a heart to tell her that you four are okay and that she doesn’t need to guard you, so you just let her and offer her the couch at least, but she is still persistent about sleeping on the floor, so you just let her again and respect the boundaries between you two.
But Natasha has three reasons why she keeps insisting on sleeping in your room: first, to guard you; second, to be as close to the four of you as possible; and third, to at least earn herself even a little of your trust, and maybe there’s a chance. She hopes so, though.
And she’s still clinging to the idea that she can still earn the title of Alpha of yours someday, a baby step but still wanting to win you back, and she hopes that maybe you’ll lay beside her again and she’ll never gonna let you away from her hold, and the fact that she regrets sending you away when you let your thoughts win you and craving her hold.
So Natasha simply and secretly lay besides on the other side of the bed while admiring the four of you, peacefully and safely sleeping, but that’s only a few minutes, and she will go back to her makeshift bed to sleep by herself, and that’s enough for her to sleep alone in her room.
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It took her weeks before you started to open up to her, letting her help you around, like cleaning the bathroom, and letting her help you when your back is hurting from the constant carrying of either one of the pups. To be honest, Natasha gives the best massage, and she also goes with you when you stroll the pups in the park.
But today, Natasha planned the whole day; every single detail was perfectly planned, and she hopes that everything will go according to her plan.
“Hi, I make breakfast,” then Natasha lightly brings the tray full of food to indicate that she really makes breakfast.
You blinked a few times and rubbed your eyes since it’s basically 6 in the morning and you’re not ready to wake up just yet, and the situation you're in makes Natasha chuckle at how cute you look. You glared up at her when you heard her chuckle.
“Why are you laughing? It’s too early for your breakfast,” you groan, leaning your head on the door frame while you yawn and stretch your limbs.
“It’s actually quarter to 7, and I just want to surprise you for breakfast in bed,” she says, giving you a shy smile, so you open the door wide open, and then you two proceed to the bed.
But before she could set the tray down, she looked at you, who’s already sat on the bed while your back was leaning in the bed frame, giving her a pout and puppy eyes.
“What’s wrong? ”Natasha then gave you the sandwich she made, then sat down in front of you.
“My back is still hurting.” You whimper a little, then take a bite of the sandwich. Natasha frowns at what you said; she doesn’t know if you’re doing it on purpose, even if your back doesn’t hurt for her to give you a massage, or if it really is.
And she doesn’t have any issue or complaint about massaging you, but she noticed that your back is hurting a lot these days, and that's concerning her. Maybe something is wrong.
“Have you gone to Dr. Cho? Your back is hurting a lot these days.” Natasha then pulled you up a little to sit up and scoot you forward so she could sit down on your back and start to lightly massage your shoulder, making you moan a little at the satisfaction.
“Lower please, my lower back is killing me,” Natasha chuckles and scoffs out of amusement, then she lightly bends you down and lightly massages your lower back.
“Y/N, did you see Dr. Cho for your back pain?”Natasha asked again, and you shook your head and looked over your shoulder to give her a shy and apologetic smile, and that’s when Natasha knew the answer.
“We should visit her; maybe something is wrong.” By hearing it, your mood changed. It saddens you that you have to visit the medbay again and scares you that you will be admitted there again and can’t take care of your pups as much as you do, and like Natasha can read your mind, she sits down in front of you.
“Hey, we're just going to visit her and maybe do some tests, nothing serious.” You sighed, nodded, and took a bite of your sandwich.
"Ok.” You both then start eating your breakfast before the three pups start to wake up, and Natasha goes to Wanda and Yelena to ask if they can look after the pups the whole day since she’s still wishing that at least half of her plan will be done.
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“Ok, Y/N, Nat, the result came up clean, no sign of abnormalities or anything different, but I would like to give some medicine to help the pain, and also don’t lift heavy materials for a week and get rest as much as possible. You need to let your body have a break since tending to the three pups could be overwhelming and hard, and please come back here after a week. I would like to run some tests again to make sure. That’s all.” Dr. Cho smiled at the both of you and gave you the medicines she prepared right before she entered the room.
"Thanks,” you two both said, then stood up to the bed you’ve been waiting for.
“Take those two times a day, morning and night, after your meal, and you have to take those 12 hours apart.” You two smile and nod, then thank her once again before you two walk out of the medbay with a sigh of relief.
“So, I planned this day to go out, and since Wanda and Yelena have the pups, maybe we could go out?”Then Natasha presses the elevator, going up to your floor.
“But Dr. Cho said, ‘Get rest as much as possible.’” You mimic her, then Natasha gives you a pout.
“I know, but I swear, no extreme activities, just walking around the park.” You bite your lower lips and sigh, knowing you can’t say no to those pouts.
"Fine,” you said, then Natasha smiled and quickly dragged you to your room to change, and so did she.
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“Nat, look, I want those,” you pointed to the man who’s selling some balloons, a teddy bear, and some bracelets around the park.
“Which one? ”Nat asked, already taking your hand and leading you to the vendor that makes you squeak with happiness, and you jump a little, making Natasha laugh at your childishness.
“I want to have us a matching bracelet,” you said while looking at the various colors and various types of beads in the bracelet.
"Well, we could get those; which one do you think looks beautiful? ”Natasha, then join you in looking at the bracelets.
“Do you want a tulip? Or heart? Or maybe Shell? Gosh, they are beautiful; I can’t choose,” you whine, frowning, getting a little frustrated about what to choose, but Natasha smirked and saw a perfect bracelet.
“Why not this one? It looks good, and since you love nature, I think it will look pretty on you,” Natasha said, taking the butterfly bracelet, where there’s a big crystal bead in every two pink beads, and in the middle of those two are a little rock bead, and in the pendant, there’s two butterflies, one big with a little butterfly.
“But it's too girly,” you mumbled, looking up at her with a question.
“And? So? ”Then Natasha put it on you with a smile; seeing it really suits you, she took another one and put it on her wrist.
“Now we're matching,” she said, giving you a smile and taking a 20-dollar bill, saying to keep the change, then intertwining your hands with hers.
“But Nat, it looks too girly on your wrist.” You stop her from walking, getting worried that she will just throw it away when your back is facing her or that she will talk behind your back. You know, Natasha, she hates too many girly things when it comes to her things, and you already know and heard the way she insults them and the person when someone gives her girly things.
“So, I love it; it matches yours.” Then Natasha analyzed your facial reaction and body language and realized what you were thinking.
“I don't care if it's too girly; as long as it comes from you, I don't care what other people say. I love them,” Natasha said the last words when she looked down on our wrist with a smile, making me squeeze her hand.
“Now let's go get ice cream,” you cheer, and now you're the one who's dragging her to your favorite ice cream parlor.
“What flavor do you like? ”Natasha then took out her wallet, and you hummed, thinking and choosing what flavor you liked.
“I would like a mint chocolate chip and chocolate chip cookie dough.” You then stand beside Natasha with a smile.
“Ok, one of those, and I would like a vanilla and buttered pecan, please.” You two then wait until they serve you your ice cream, and after you get your ice cream, you two proceed to walk around the park.
But you're suddenly uncomfortable and shifting your stance, looking around the park, then fisting Natasha's shirt and going closer to Natasha.
“Natty? ”You whisper, the ice cream is getting forgotten that it is slowly melting.
“Mhh? ”Natasha, look at you after she licks at her ice cream. Seeing you uncomfortable and frowning, stop on her track.
“Something is wrong,” Natasha says, then surveys the surroundings and sends an alert to the team in case something happens.
“I feel like someone is watching us,” you added, and when you feel the cold ice cream running down your hand, you quickly wipe it with a handkerchief and lick the remaining on the cone.
“We should go home,” you nodded, and when you two turned around, that's when there's an explosion a few feet away from you, Natasha shielding you with her body.
"Fuck,” Natasha said, then saw armed people scattering around, so she pressed the emergency alert again.
“Shit shit shit,” then Natasha throws you on her shoulder and runs, getting you to a safe place, and that's when Tony, Wanda, and Sam come to the scene, landing perfectly and smoothly.
"Romanoff!” Tony shouted and came to her.
“I’ll go get her to the tower; go help them." Natasha gently put you in Tony's arms, then ran where Wanda and Sam were.
“Thought you might need these.” Sam gave her a pistol and a knife, smirking, but Natasha rolled her eyes at him.
“Yeah, sure, it will help me in the long run. Nice help, bird brain,” they both chuckle, but before Natasha could launch to the enemy, you were screaming her name.
“NAAAATTTT! "You screamed when Tony got hit in the middle of the air, hitting him in the arm and losing balance, making you fall.
“Wanda, catch Y/N!” Natasha shouted and ran to you. Wanda on the other side quickly turned around and saw you falling, so she quickly caught you with her powers and brought you down.
“Nat on your back!” Tony shouted, getting up to the floor and firing at the enemy who's on Natasha's back.
But before you could run to Natasha, someone grabbed you and put a handkerchief over your nose and mouth. You tried to wiggle out of their hold, but the longer you inhaled the toxin in the handkerchief, the harder it was for you to get out of their hold.
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Natasha then ran faster, and thankfully Wanda saw what happened, so she quickly flew where you were.
“Put her down! ”Natasha's eyes are bright red while she holds the man with her powers in the neck and hand, where he was holding the knife on her neck.
But when he smirked and shook his head, Wanda quickly snapped his neck, and you fell to the ground unconscious.
“The team is already on their way; I’ll go take her to Dr. Cho. The pups are with Kate, and Yelena brought your batons, widow bites, and gun,” Wanda said when she scooped you up and turned to Natasha, who's checking on you for other injuries.
“I need,” Wanda quickly said, shutting her up and taking you away from her.
“I’ll have her; I’ll make sure she's safe; the city needs you, Nat, and it will be faster and safer if I fly her to Dr. Cho.” Then Wanda put Shield around you two and started to fly when Natasha gave her permission.
“Take care.” Then Wanda will fly you to the tower without any attacks on her way, and she will get you to Dr. Cho safely as she promised.
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mmsnsndnnd · 5 months ago
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I 🩷 you sambucky
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anonymityisfunwriter · 9 months ago
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Oh my loveliest nonny writer. I'm in great need of some protective Sam vibes, with a sick or hurt reader who hides it to not make a fuss, she's afraid the others think she's too weak to be in the team, cause she's new. But Sam noticing her being hurt or sick and goes all in full blown protective mode. And takes cares of her 🥹😪 and makes sure that she can trust him. 💔
"my loveliest nonny writer" 🥹🥹 i'm swear my heart is ready to explode. you guys are just all so sweet. i hope you enjoy and thank you so much 💛
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i'll take care of you.
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Sam Wilson is the epitome of caretaker. He is Caretaker with a capital C. He notices something off with you the moment he walks into the conference room, far before anyone else does.
Your head is tipped into your hand, eyes slightly glassy, flushed pallor.
"You look like hell."
You barely move - another sign that you're not feeling good. Your eyes dart over to him as he stands over you, "Thanks."
"Go get some rest. I'll catch you up on anything you miss," Sam offers, concern painting his face.
You wave him off, or at least, you try to wave him off, "I'm fine. It's just allergies."
He presses a hand to your forehead, his lips pursing in distaste, "Allergies don't give you a fever. Go back to bed. I'll check on you when the meeting's over."
You softly grunt in objection, "No."
You know you're being stubborn, but the whole reason you dragged yourself out of bed this morning was to prove a point. You wanted to prove you could handle whatever this team threw at you - even if that was just a little virus.
The point was getting a little murky with the fever, but it was a point nonetheless. You shake your head, making yourself a little dizzy.
"Listen, you're not helping anyone by being here like this. Help us by helping yourself," Sam softly explains like he can see exactly what's going on without you even having to tell him. "And if anyone gives you shit for it, I'll kick their ass. Promise."
"Sam..." you grumble.
"Go or I'll carry you out of here."
Your glare is softened by how miserable you look. "You're really bossy, you know?"
It doesn't stop there. Not with Sam Wilson as your Caretaker.
He was right, even if you don't want to admit it. Because after he sent you away, the second your head hits the pillow, you're out like a light. You're not sure how long you've slept until you're suddenly awoken by Sam's presence.
"Knock, knock," Sam announces himself, entering your room armed with the sick survival kits of sick survival kits.
You sleepily groan, "Aren't you supposed to do that before you walk into a room? How did you even get in here?
"The door," Sam cheekily replies.
"It was locked."
"I may or may not have a key."
"We'll talk about this when I can see straight."
Sam crouches down to the edge of your bed. He presses a hand to your forehead again. "You're still burning up. You might have the flu."
You halfheartedly push him away. "The flu is contagious, Sam. Go away."
"Just let me take care of you."
"You don't have to."
"I want to." He tenderly strokes the hair out of your face. "This would be a lot more romantic if you weren't all sweaty."
"I hate you."
"And in spite of how mean you're being, I brought you a few things." He reaches for his bag, unpacking item by item. "Tissues. Cooling rags. Plenty of fluids, Gatorade, ginger ale, and some tea. But most importantly, my mom's world famous chicken soup. Perfect for when you're feeling sick."
"You take such good care of me," you hum, reaching out and gently stroking his cheek. "My favorite nurse."
"I think you're delirious," Sam chuckles. His heart fluttering at your sweet caress. He reaches over you, pulling your thick cover over you, tucking you in. He presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, "I'll always take care of you."
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heckcareoxytwit · 11 months ago
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Eli Bradley (a.k.a Patriot) is back in action! And he's fighting Crossbones to save the captured kids.
Marvel's Voices: Legends #1, 2024
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wwilsonbarness · 1 year ago
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don't tell my boyfriend, it's not what he's made for
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pairings:  sam wilson x reader
summary: you try hide your bad days from Sam but he knows you too well. (Based on What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish.)
warnings: depression, mention of bad relationship with parents, angst, fluff, sam being the best boyfriend. I think that's it?
word count: 1559
a/n: my first Sam fic YAY! 
Feedback, likes and reblogs are much appreciated :) 
I do not give permission for my work to be copied, reposted or translated on any other platform.
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It’s been 3 days since you last saw Sam, not because he was on a mission or fighting a giant purple-thumb looking alien but because you couldn’t bring yourself to let him see you the way you are right now. 
Things had been tough since you graduated college, you had your degree, you’d done everything your parents had asked of you, but you’d never really done anything that you wanted. Your parents didn’t seem to care what you did now, you’d gotten your degree, you’d moved to the city, you’d got away. They’d “done their job” they told you, but what were you meant to do now.
That’s what has been on your mind the last few months and all the stress has finally caught up with you. You weren’t leaving the house, you were hardly eating, you hadn’t seen your friends in weeks. Then there was Sam, you’d been pretending to be okay around him, and it was killing you. You couldn’t do it anymore so you’d been avoiding him, first not going to his apartment, then cancelling plans, and now avoiding his text messages. It only made you feel worse but you couldn’t let him see you this way. He’d probably break up with me. 
You had bags under your eyes from the 2 hours of sleep you were getting each night, your eyes were red and irritated by the countless tears that had fallen from them. You hadn’t showered since you last saw Sam and that was only because he surprised you with a picnic in the park. 
You’d tried to enjoy that day but all you wanted was to lay in bed and cry, to forget about everything else. But more than anything you wanted Sam, wanted him to hold you, to tell you everything would work out, but that couldn’t happen. You couldn’t have him realise what a mess you were, you couldn’t risk him leaving you. 
So that’s how you ended up here, curled up into a ball in the dark on your sofa, crying quietly into your blanket and ignoring the feeling of a slight buzz from your phone beside you. You didn’t know who it was and quite frankly at this point you didn’t care. It had been like this since you woke up, you have no idea how long it’s been, and you had no intention of finding out. That would make you feel worse, knowing you’d wasted another day. You had no intention of moving at all, and that didn’t change when you heard a knock at your door. Just leave it, they’ll go away soon. But they didn’t, they kept knocking and knocking, until Sam’s voice came through the hard wood. His warm and gentle voice being the only thing breaking your almost comatose state. 
“Y/N? I know you’re in there, please I just need to see that you are okay. Please?” You felt your heart break as his voice cracked with his last word.
You freeze at first, not knowing what to do. If you didn’t answer you were 90% sure he would kick your door down. So you did the only thing you could do and walked slowly towards the door, cracking it open slightly, not even removing the chain. 
His head fly’s up from the spot he was staring at on the ground when he hears your door creak open. 
“Hi Sam.” 
“Y/N,” He goes to push the door open only to be met with the resistance of the chain. “Can you open the door properly? Please?” 
You don’t really want to let him into your depressive bubble but at the same time you wanted him, his warmth against your skin, the smell of his cologne that always made you feel safe. So you nod slightly and remove the chain. 
He immediately steps in and pulls you towards him. Your head finds its usual spot against his chest and his warmth seeps into you which instantly makes you feel a little bit lighter. 
“Thank god.” Sam sighs in relief as he wraps his arms around you, bringing his left hand up to the back of your head to cup it slightly. “I thought something had happened to you when you didn’t answer your phone all day, I was so worried about you baby.” 
All day? You had no clue that much time had passed, and now you were angry at yourself for worrying Sam, he doesn’t deserve all this. He deserves someone better. 
You start to feel your eyes burning as more tears threaten their escape. “I’m sorry Sammy.” 
“Hey, none of that, okay? You wanna tell me what’s going on?” 
Sam had kind of guessed what was happening, sure he mostly had experience working with Vets with PTSD, but he definitely knew the tell tale signs of depression. So when you started to pull away, and started acting not quite like yourself he had made sure to clear his schedule as much as he could to be there for you.
“I.. I don’t really know.”
“That’s okay baby. Can I stay with you for a bit?” 
You shake your head against his chest and start to pull away from him as it hits you how you look, how your apartment looks. Panic starts to overtake every other emotion already running though you. “Oh my god. The mess and I haven’t even- I look so gross and I didn’t-“ 
Sam cuts you off before you can spiral more. “Hey, take a breath. It’s okay.” 
“It’s not okay, nothing is okay anymore.” He guides you to the sofa gently and sits beside you, slightly turning himself in your direction. 
“Try and breathe for me, okay? In and out. Copy me.” You try to listen and copy his breathing. “That’s it, good girl. You're doing such a good job baby.” 
“I don’t know what to do anymore.” 
“What do you mean?” He replies, with a hint of confusion. 
You shake your head before continuing. “No, I don’t want to burden you Sam. You can leave if you want to, I’d understand.” You were so sure he’d leave, there was no way he could want to stay with you now. Right? Deep down you knew your brain was lying to you but you didn’t have it in you to fight what it was so easily telling you. 
“Baby,” He looks at you with pure concern and love in his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere, you can tell me what’s wrong, you can tell me anything.” 
You look down and start to play with your sleeves before you answer him. “It’s not what you’re made for, you don’t deserve to have to pick up all the pieces everytime I fall apart. You deserve someone who’s happy, and I…” You pause to try and figure out how to say what you are feeling. “I think I forgot how to be happy.” It comes out as an almost whisper, in fear of it chasing him away. 
Sam’s heart breaks hearing how you are feeling, he’s never felt this much love for someone or something before and wants nothing more than for you to be okay. He needs you to know how much you mean to him. 
“Y/N, look at me?” You shakily bring your eyes back up to him. “That’s exactly what I was made for, you’re everything to me and I want to help you in any way that I can. Who was there when I beat myself up for Karli’s death? You. Who picked me back up again when I worked myself too hard? You did. So please, let me help you. Let me in. I will be here to pick up every little piece of you for as long as you will have me.” 
The tears had managed to find an escape route now, and were freely rolling down your cheeks. You knew Sam loved you, he’d told you every chance he got and you hated that your brain could convince you otherwise.
“I love you Sam.” He brings his lips to your forehead and places a gentle kiss. 
“And I love you too, so much, and whenever you’re ready to talk, I’m here to listen, okay?” 
“Okay..” You weren’t ready to talk yet, you just wanted him. “Could you just hold me for now?” 
“Of course, anything you want.” 
He lays back on the sofa and brings you into his lap. Your head finds its place in his chest again, seeking his warmth. Things were silent for a few moments, each of you soaking up the feeling of being close with one another, until your stomach rumbling broke the silence. 
“Baby?” he asks gently but concerned. 
“Hmm?” You know where this is going but you try to play innocent. 
“Have you eaten anything today?” You shake your head in embarrassment that you hadn’t managed to do that.
“Want me to order something in?” You nod against him. “The usual?” 
“‘Mhmm. Can you get some of the-“ 
“Chocolate dumplings.” You say together which makes you both laugh, your first real laugh in a while and it feels nice. 
“How could I not?” Sam says as he playfully rolls his eyes. “But until there’s a knock at the door I’m not letting go of you.” He squeezes you extra tight to show you he’s not kidding. 
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ultimate-polyship-tourney · 3 months ago
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Ultimate Polyship Tournament:Round 26|Side A
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Propaganda under the cut:
CodyWanMaul
Listen. I mostly like this because it is the funniest concept in the entire world. There are many ways for it to go: Cody and Maul fall in love with one another after being forced to work together for Reasons (both were already in love with/obsessed with Obi-Wan; Cody and Maul are both trying to kill Obi-Wan during the Empire era and run into each other, then proceed to fight over who gets to kill him and that somehow turns into a throuple; Cody decides he's done with the Republic and fucks off only to get stalked by Maul who sees him as a way to get to Obi-Wan but then they become real friends (mostly through bitching) and when Obi-Wan eventually tracks them down he's sucked into it; Obi-Wan brings Maul into his and Cody's relationship because He Can Fix Him and Cody has no idea where to start with unpacking any of that so he just goes along with it, etc. Literally every scenario I can think of is objectively hilarious.
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queen-daya · 2 years ago
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Happy Birthday Sam Wilson! (April 14, 1975)
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marvelsgirl616 · 24 days ago
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🖤🖤🖤
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reducedemtasketch · 1 year ago
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*Bucky promptly passes out*
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haveihitanerve · 7 months ago
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Okay we all know and love when Sam calls Bucky Buck because ‘ahhhh theyre besties they love each other!!!! Awwww!!!’ but please just imagine for me, them, playing Monopoly or something, and Sam lands on Buckys property. And bucky says all smug ‘you owe me seventy three million dollars’ and Sam looks at him and goes “what the fuck James.”
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mareislandfoundation · 2 months ago
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A Ghost Story
Drive onto the former Mare Island Naval Shipyard located in the northern San Francisco Bay Area, head south and you will drive by many handsome brick buildings located in the heart of the first US naval base on the Pacific. Some sit vacant, some are occupied by businesses, and one is home to a ghost. Lieutenant Commander (LCDR) Samuel Wilson was serving as the executive officer on board USS Ashuelot on the United States Navy’s Asiatic Station.  On August 1, 1879, he suffered an epileptic fit and died.  Three days later he was buried with full military honors in Japan.  For unknown reasons his body was exhumed 3 years later and brought back for burial in the Mare Island cemetery.  This process went awry, and it appears that the spirit of Samual Wilson was not happy.
Wilson entered the Naval Academy as a midshipman in 1861 as the United States was embroiled in the Civil War, our Nation’s bloodiest war.  His eighteen years of service would take him to Mare Island Naval Shipyard and then to the other side of the world where his path would briefly cross with former President Ulysses Grant.  Grant had led the Union Army to victory during the Civil War and served as the 18th U.S. president from 1869 to 1877.  In 1879 LCDR Wilson reported to the gunboat USS Ashuelot as the Executive Officer as she lay at anchor in Yokohama Bay Japan.  By then, President Grant was completing a two-year long world tour where he was celebrated in an astounding array of nations.  That tour had progressed across the globe to Asia and President Grant was being transported from port to port in Vietnam, China and Japan on board the USS Ashuelot, LCDR Wilson’s new command.  It was a plum assignment where he would be able to rub shoulders with the most famous man in the world; however, it was to be short lived.  LCDR Wilson reported aboard on July 20th and he was then recorded in the ships log to be absent without leave (AWOL) for the next four days. Then, six days later he was dead of what was recorded as apoplexy.  LCDR Wilson was buried with full military honors in Yokohama three days later and President Grant left the Ashuelot to continue world tour aboard the warship USS Richmond two weeks after LCDR Wilson’s death, and there the story should have ended, but it didn’t.
For unknown reasons, three years after the burial LCDR Wilson’s remains were exhumed to be re-buried in the Mare Island cemetery. The Navy reported that LCDR Wilson’s ex-wife requested his body be brought to Mare Island; however, she denied ever requesting such a thing.  According to a 1930 story in the old “Vallejo Chronicle,” Lt. Cmdr. Wilson’s body hadn’t been buried long when it was exhumed and was shipped aboard the USS Iroquois “well packed in three boxes.” The Iroquois was to be decommissioned and laid up at mid-channel off Mare Island, so her armament was shipped off to the ordnance storehouse, a two-story brick structure built in 1870 that exists to this day.  Seven years went by, and his ex-wife decided to send a headstone to the shipyard to mark her former husband’s grave in the cemetery. Things began to unravel when yard officials were unable to locate the grave of LCDR Wilson. Then, his former wife traveled to Mare Island to find the missing body of her former husband. The search eventually located those three boxes in the ordnance storehouse where they had apparently been stored and forgotten. LCDR Wilson’s earthly remains were finally interred in the Mare Island cemetery, but even that wasn’t the end of the story.
It seems Lt. Cmdr. Wilson either liked the ordnance storehouse or resented having been left there for seven years. Whatever the reasons, strange sounds were heard from the building, the fire alarm rang for no reason, and ghostly figures were reported moving around. In addition, an unusual pattern of unexplained accidents happened within the building. The strange occurrences so frightened the workers in the building that they successfully petitioned the Shipyard Commander to have the building illuminated inside and outside both day and night. The practice of illuminating the building when empty only lasted for several years, but workers were still reporting the building as haunted well into the 1980’s.
Dennis Kelly
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