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perfinn · 1 month ago

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the tree remembers

din djarin x oc

wc: 4.1k

summary: din djarin takes a what seems to be a safe bounty on ferrix, and finds himself accidentally entangled with a woman stubbornly tagging along to help him.

cw: slight violence but nothing extreme, din gets a lil horny ✊😔, otherwise rlly nothing

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Din Djarin takes easier jobs now.

Maybe easier isn't quite the right word, but he needs to be choosier now. With a child in tow – his son. He rather likes being able to call Grogu his son – there's the issue of safety. Much as Din is sure the child would like to deny it, Grogu is vulnerable. So he takes care in choosing which pucks he takes.

Ferrix is a quiet place these days. The Empire was quite soundly ousted from the planet after it fell, and the residents are far too stubborn to let them occupy any space there again. It’s perfect, really, especially toting around his valuable-to-the-Empire son. He can’t blame his quarry for thinking it's a good place to hide. Quiet, unassuming, easy to blend into a crowd. Not the prettiest planet in the galaxy, sure, but it’s a smarter choice than some. Not nearly smart enough to outmanoeuvre Din, though. Few are.

“Get a good look at it,” Din says as he adjusts the beskar-mail under Grogu’s robe. The puck, lit up with the image of their quarry, is held precariously in Grogu’s claws. Grogu coos at it, clearly studying it very intently. “Shout if you spot her.”

Grogu looks up at Din and blinks those big eyes, looking very serious as he babbles at his father. Behind his helmet, Din smiles to himself and takes the puck back to tuck it away. He gently places his hand on Grogu’s head, the most affectionate gesture he can muster as he mentally places himself into a hunting mindset. The puck said that she wasn’t a violent quarry, nor was she known to be armed. But the information the guild has isn’t always sound, and he’d been almost caught unawares by violent bounties that Karga had failed to disclose. (Almost. That he was standing here living and breathing was proof enough, he supposed, that he’d never been caught unawares. Discounting the many times he’d been caught unawares.)

That margin of error is reason enough to make Din worry.

“You know what to do if there’s danger,” he says sternly. He makes certain the pram is connected to his vambrace before turning and making his way out of the Crest.

Ferrix is cold and dry according to the display in Din’s helmet, not that he can much feel it. He makes no attempts at conversation as he pays the parking toll (frighteningly low, lower than he’s probably seen in months) and the young man behind the counter seems content with that, his attention captured instead by whatever’s playing on a screen he has propped up against a radio. Din glances at it for a moment, wondering if all customer service is this detached and impersonal on Ferrix. He hopes so.

Din moves on before the young clerk can glance at him again, practised eyes scanning the streets. It's a quaint, industrial sort of place, built of brick and mortar covered in creeping vines and carved stone. The ground is gravelly, the colour of clay, and it crunches softly under Din’s boots. Should he need the element of surprise, he supposes he’ll have to be more careful than simply sneaking up on someone.

There are some planets where Din can go up to someone, ask about his quarry, and be directed to someone who fits the description. And that would be it. Ferrix doesn’t strike him as that kind of place, if the way no one seems to want to look at him is any indicator. Din is used to being given a wide berth, so he’s not feeling particularly bothered about it. If anything, he prefers it. Doesn't make his life any easier, though.

He makes his way into what looks like a tavern and orders soup for Grogu, taking a seat in the corner and leaning back to watch. Grogu coos as the soup is served to him, climbing forward to sip at it. “Be careful,” Din warns quietly, met with indignant gurgling from his son.

The place is lively as sundown nears, most everyone seems friendly with one another but keen enough to avoid the obvious intruder in the corner. Din observes silently, eyes catching a woman sitting at the bar, dark hair pulled back haphazardly into a ponytail as she laughs over a drink. She reaches across the bar, snagging a bottle of something and refilling her glass. The bartender, seeming familiar with her, scolds her and Din hears him say he’ll add the whole bottle to her tab. As she’s complaining, Din must tilt his head just so that the light glints off his visor and alerts the woman to his presence. She looks at him, and somehow manages to lock eyes with him on the first try– most don’t manage it. Her smiling face immediately drops into a scowl Din could almost describe as hateful. He’s been carefully ignored and skirted around until now, no one has outwardly shown disdain for him. Part of him wonders why she stands apart, but most of him knows he doesn’t have the time to ponder on it. There are more important things at hand.

He glances down to check on Grogu, and when he looks up again the woman has gone. Grogu has evidently grown bored now his soup bowl is empty, the child climbing up onto the table and waddling over to Din with the intent to climb up onto him. Din helps him into his lap with a soft huff. “You’re a terrible bounty hunter, kid,” he murmurs. “Sometimes I’ll stay in one place for hours, you know.”

“Patu!” spits Grogu, giving voice to his dissent at the very idea.

“You’ll learn,” Din says, sighing almost imperceptibly and standing up with Grogu easily nestled in the bend of his elbow. His quarry looks to be smart enough to lay low, so he won't find her in here. At least the kid’s been fed. He drops a couple credits on the table as a tip for the wonderful service of being left alone before heading for the exit into the waning sunlight.

The twilight makes the planet seem ever colder, so he turns and sets Grogu in the pram, making certain he’s nestled in the blankets. He worries sometimes that the tips of his ears will get cold. He smiles to himself, gently rubbing Grogu’s ear before brushing his gloved hand over his head and standing upright.

His helmet alerts him to something in the shadows. A heat signature in the corner of his vision. Din tips his head just enough to get a better look at the shape of it, waiting patiently for an analysis. Humanoid, female, leaning up against an alley wall with something very hot held to her lips. A smoke of some kind. Din curls his lip. (He’s spent much of his life making expressive faces with no consequence.) The last thing he wants is Grogu inhaling the smoke, so he makes certain to head the opposite direction from the figure and into the adjacent alleyway.

As he goes, though, he hears the crunching of footsteps on the gravel behind him. He pauses, lowering his head and turning it just slightly. The crunching stops. Before he can turn all the way around, a weight has landed heavily on his back. To his credit, he’s solid as a rock and doesn’t stumble forward with the new weight, but it does take him by surprise– especially when a lean arm wraps around his throat. He can’t imagine he’s a comfortable ride with the jetpack digging into his attacker. He’s quick to grab who he assumes is the woman who’d been smoking by the arm, trying to tug her free. She’s stronger than he expected, and when he tries to throw her off she only wraps her legs around his torso.

What exactly is her goal here? She has no leverage this way, and despite her strong grip she’s not heavier than Din and his twenty pounds of armour. And Din can’t decipher why she’s doing this at all– is she stupid? He’s almost amused by it until she grasps the bottom of the helmet with her free hand. Before she can gain and purchase and lift it, he turns and slams his back into the wall. A grunt of breath rushes out of her and her grip on him falters as she sucks in a strangled gasp for air. Din grabs her arm then, hauling her forward as her legs loosen, throwing her over his shoulder and onto the ground. She’s got just enough breath to land her feet on the ground, straining as she grapples to be freed from Din’s grip. She finds her footing before Din can drag her to the ground, crying out as she thrusts a punch toward his throat. Din lurches up. She misses, her knuckles clipping the edge of his breastplate.

The woman gasps, drawing her hand back. “Fuck!” she cries, a startled yelp escaping her next when Din kicks at her shins and brings her tumbling down to the ground. Din goes with her, placing all of his weight on top of her to pin her down. She wriggles beneath him, apparently unwilling to give up even in the face of obvious defeat.

“What is your problem?” Din growls, and it comes out more threatening that he intends it to through the gritty vocoder of his helmet.

The woman beneath him, he now sees, is the one from the bar. The one who had glowered at him like he’d committed some kind of faux pas simply by daring to be there. He wonders, briefly, if she has some vendetta against him he doesn’t know about, or against people wearing armour like his. He supposes it wouldn’t be the first time. But few are so stupid as to physically attack him. Most would just use a blaster– which, now he’s looking her over, he can see she has tucked into the inside of her jacket. What kind of idiot–

“Get off me!” She growls back, trying to shove him off of her. “I’m not going anywhere with you!”

“What?”

She pauses in her squirming, finally going still beneath him. She looks up at him, dark eyes blown wide in the dusklight and brows knitted tightly together. (A combination of the pain of punching beskar and confusion, Din imagines.) Din’s a touch ashamed to say that the sight of her like that does something to him– he puts it down to not getting any for a while and promptly ignores his cock stirring.

“You-” she grunts softly, apparently still short of breath from being knocked on her back twice. “You’re a bounty hunter. Mandalorians are bounty hunters.”

Din bristles. “We’re not all bounty hunters,” he says. “I am. But not all. You thought I was here for you?”

The woman shifts again, now awkwardly. “I…” She shifts her gaze, looking at the bricks of the alley wall. She seems now acutely aware of the position she’s put herself in by making such an assumption and choosing – for some inconceivable reason – to fight her would-be captor instead of escaping.

Din stays still for a moment, deathly still. “I’m here for an Utai,” he tells her, leaning closer so there’s less than an inch between his helmet and her nose. She tries to shrink away from him, but there’s nowhere to go. “Should I be here for you? Hm? Are you worth more than she is?”

He hears her breath hitch in her throat and yet again her eyes somehow manage to find his. Like she’s looking right at him and not at a menacing helmet. It’s kind of eerie, actually.

“There might not actually be a bounty out for me,” she blurts out in one hurried breath, erratic. “I just assumed.”

Din grunts. “Who did you piss off?”

She hesitates to answer, shifting the best she can beneath him. She glances off, answering half the question for him. Someone powerful. Someone rich. Din could do rich, but he’s not certain he’s safe to bring Grogu around someone powerful.

“The Empire,” she murmurs.

Dank farrik.

Apparently listening to the conversation, Grogu gurgles with discontent. Din shifts his head to look at his son, currently trying to climb out of his pram. “Stay there,” he says sternly, only met with protests from Grogu. “Grogu.”

The woman beneath him looks over, then back up at Din. “You seriously bring your kid with you on bounty hunts?”

“You know of many babysitters willing to be carted around the galaxy?” Din says back, grunting and moving to get off the woman. If she is wanted by the Empire, that has to be none of his business. No matter how sweet the bounty, that’s the deepest line he has to draw in the sand. He stands, offering out a hand to her. She hesitates to take it, but she still looks to be regaining her breath so she relents, clasping his arm and letting him tug her to her feet.

“I suppose not,” she says slowly, releasing him and taking a wary step back. Oh, now she hesitates? “You’re not… going to turn me in?”

Din moves over to Grogu, firmly placing him back in the pram. “No. I don’t need any trouble with the Empire.”

Grogu coos up at him, little face contorted in anger. Din knows he’s come to associate that word with pain and fear. He hates that that’s his fault. But he’ll never experience that again, not as long as Din lives. He gently rubs Grogu’s ear to reassure him, not needing words to comfort his son.

“Usually when I mention the Empire people tell me I’m crazy,” the woman goes on, lifting her knuckles up to look at the damage. Din looks over his shoulder at her.

“Those people are crazy.”

She snorts.

“But you’re also crazy. Just for different reasons.”

The woman huffs a laugh then, flexing her fingers. She’s quiet for a moment, rubbing at the quickling purpling skin of her knuckle. She must have burst a blood vessel nicking the beskar. Din almost feels bad– after all, she wasn’t stupid enough to actually aim for his chestplate, she just missed.

“Why is there a bounty on that Utai?”

Din recognises the tone of voice. That's the ‘I know something that could help you, but I’m holding it back out of moral obligation’ tone. He looks her over, helmet making a better assessment of her now. She has the blaster, obviously, but he thinks she has a blade somewhere too. Her boot, probably. He looks her in the eyes. “Worried family.”

The woman quietly assesses him for another moment. “Black sheep?” she asks.

Din nods sharply.

“Mm,” she hums. “Well, I know where she is.”

She doesn't say more, and neither does Din. The two are locked in a silent standoff. The sun is all but gone now, leaving them in the distant lamplight. Din figures he knows what she wants. Credits, a cut, he's heard it all before. He’ll give her enough to get the information out of her, but she’s dreaming if she thinks she's getting a cut of the reward.

“I want to help you,” she says. Din has the decency to be startled then, but he doesn't show it. “She deserves to know her family is worried about her.”

That’s… oddly sentimental. Din can see that something personal is driving her here, but he’s not going to ask. “Have you spoken with her? Is she violent?”

“Yes, I have,” she says. “And no, she isn't. Just… troubled. I think if you bring me with she’ll come quietly.”

Din stares at her with a furrowed brow, considering her offer. It’s no secret that Din is an imposing figure, he tends to make people run or fight on instinct. Fight, in this woman’s case. In the past, Din might have denied her, taken the information she had, and left. But he supposes these days, he could benefit from a violence-free job. He glances down at Grogu, who tilts his head up at him. “Fine,” he says after a moment. “Lead the way. If I suspect anything is wrong I won’t hesitate.”

The woman nods, giving him a mock salute. “I’m Lucia, by the way,” she says.

Din lifts his head to look at her. Lucia. It’s a nice name, he thinks. Suits her. He doesn’t say anything in response, and if she expects to hear his name in response she doesn’t push him for it. Din appreciates that.

She turns then, making her way out of the alley. She leads the three of them down the road to what must be a hostel of some kind, ducking inside. She glances back at him as they approach a door, gently gesturing for him to stay back. Din obeys, making sure Grogu is firmly behind him.

Lucia knocks on the door and not a moment later is it being opened by the very woman Din had carefully studied on the puck. She almost has to crane her neck to look up at Lucia, blinking her protruding eyes at her. She looks at Din next, and notably straightens up.

“Kaylac, right?” Lucia says, voice low and gentle. “We spoke at the tavern a few days ago.”

Kaylac looks about ready to slam the door on them, but she appears to think better of it. She speaks in her croaky voice, Basic a bit stunted by her differently shaped tongue, Din supposes. “I remember,” she says.

“You told me about your family,” Lucia continues. ��About how you don’t think they understand you.”

“I said I remember,” Kaylac says, sharper this time. Din knows he’s the reason she’s on edge. He’d make himself less imposing if he could, but he’s just standing here. Not trying to intimidate her. “What is this about?”

Lucia shifts, undeterred. “Well maybe they don’t understand, but they are worried about you. They put out a call to come find you.”

A call is an awfully nice way to say bounty, but sure.

“Mando here took the job, and he’s gonna take you home if you’re willing.”

“Willingness isn’t a factor,” Din interrupts. Lucia whips her head around, shooting him a venomous look. He almost startles at the sudden change in demeanour. She really has perfected the mean-mug. He adds, guiltily, “I… have orders not to harm you unless it's in self defence. I mean to follow them.”

Kaylac looks between the both of them. “I’m not going with him–”

“Kaylac,” Lucia interrupts. “I know the idea of going back to your family is daunting. I know. But they’re never going to understand you if you don’t let them try. Look how much they love you, Kaylac, they sent out a plea to the galaxy to find you and bring you home. Let Mando take you home to them. I know that if you do, things will change.”

It’s hard to read the expressions on Kaylac’s face, but Din supposes she feels moved. He thinks he probably would as well if he’d been given a similar speech. After a moment she nods her head. “I guess it’s worth seeing,” she says quietly.

Behind Din, Grogu coos happily, apparently pleased with the outcome.

Lucia smiles brightly, gently patting her shoulder. “Good,” she says. “I hope it goes well for you, Kaylac.”

With Lucia’s help, Kaylac goes without trouble. She hesitates when presented with the carbonite freezer, but somehow Lucia manages to assure her that it’s not so bad. And she goes in without trouble, leaving Din, Lucia, and Grogu alone in the hold of the Crest.

Lucia turns to Din, hands on her hips as she sighs. Din contemplates her words to assure Kaylac.

“It’s really not so bad. Like when you take a nap, but you never really felt asleep, you know?”

It’s too specific to be second hand knowledge. She’s been in carbonite before, and seemingly come out of it fine. She didn’t mention hibernation sickness to Kaylac, though. A kindness, Din supposes. A kindness she didn’t have to give, an omission to reassure the nervous quarry. Many wouldn’t have done the same.

“Well, I think you owe me a drink,” she says.

“A drink,” Din echoes. “What for?”

“For helping,” she says, like it's the most obvious thing in the world. “She came willingly, without violence. Sometimes that deserves to be celebrated.”

Din holds back a sigh. He suspects she’s not the type to give up, so maybe it's easier for everyone if he just relents. “Right. Fine, if you insist.”

“I do,” she says with a smile. It's a nice look on her. She's… nice looking. Which isn't the most eloquent way of putting it, he knows, but it's true. She's sort of rugged, unrefined, but undeniably pretty. He doesn't get a lot of downtime to stare at pretty women. Maybe this is excuse enough. She’ll be good enough imagination material for late nights in his bunk. Hell, he's imagining it now.

“It's a nice ship you’ve got,” says Lucia as she begins to make her way out. Din follows, Grogu floating along beside him. “Looks like she's seen better days, but.”

Din follows her gaze up to the patch job that is the Crest now. “She has,” he says. “One shot from an Imperial light cruiser and…”

It's hard to miss the disgust on Lucia’s face at the very mention. “Say no more,” she says. “Amazed she survived at all.”

“It's a salvage job. I keep meaning to fix her properly, but I can never seem to find the time.”

Her eyes crinkle with an understanding smile. “Come on,” she says, jerking her head toward the city.

It's a short walk back into the tavern, which is still open but has long gone quiet, only who Din assumes to be the heavy drinkers still scattered about the bar. Lucia heads up to the bar, getting herself a glass of spotchka before glancing back at Din.

“He’s paying,” she says with a grin. She sips the drink, sitting down at a worn down table once Din has paid for her drink. “I can't imagine there's much time for ship maintenance with a kid around.”

Grogu climbs out of his pram and onto the table, babbling and waddling over to Din. He must be tired, Din thinks. He lifts him gently, settling him in his arms. “No,” he tells Lucia, glancing up to see Lucia smiling at his son. “He's… a handful.”

“I can imagine,” she says. “Sounds like you need an extra pair of hands.”

Din’s quiet for a few moments. “I manage.”

He could, though, even if it's hard to admit. Being a father and bounty hunting is more work than he anticipated.

He doesn't really know Lucia. Doesn't know that he can trust her. But she’s kind. Clearly hates the empire as much as he does. She has a way with people, a way that draws them to her. It's certainly worked on Din– why else has he sat here and listened to her at all when he probably should have just ignored her after she stopped being useful?

“Why did you help me?” he asks.

Lucia taps her finger against her glass a few times, pursing her lips. “I’d spoken to Kaylac,” she said quietly. “She told me about her family, about how she didn't feel like they ever tried to understand her. When I found out they were looking for her, I…” She looks away, out the window at the darkened sky. “My own family didn't really understand me. And I didn't get a chance to fix things with them before…” She stops, swallows, and looks back at Din. “This galaxy tears families apart. If I could help you make just one whole again, isn't that worth something?”

A moment of silence stretches between them as Din considers her words. The silence is broken by Grogu yawning, the child clearly trying his hardest to stay awake. This quarry had been safe, but they won’t all be that way. As much as Din likes to believe he can, he won't always be able to protect his son. An extra pair of hands… it doesn't seem like such a terrible idea.

If it goes sideways and she hurts Grogu in any way, Din’s not afraid to make her pay.

“The pay wouldn't be anything big,” says Din. “It won't be glamorous.”

Lucia lights up with that pretty pretty smile again and Grogu coos softly, almost affectionately. Din doesn't blame him.

“Alright,” says Lucia. “Brilliant. Well, glad to be working with you, boss.”

“Mando is fine,” he says. “Don’t get comfortable. If anything goes wrong, it’s your neck.”

Lucia only continues to smile, offering a salute– not to Din, he realises, but to Grogu, who giggles tiredly. Din can’t help but smile to himself. He supposes there are worse people he could blindly trust with his son.

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skyler10fic · 1 month ago

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Alter Ego

Summary: Daisy Johnson might be falling for her new roommate, but she has to hide her secret identity as the masked vigilante Quake. Her superhero rival, Captain Marvel, gets hurt one night on the job, and behind the helmet lies a surprise!

Notes: For @ficwip All Ships Ship Week. Prompts: Domesticity / living together, Sickfic / hurt/comfort / whump, Double life, and “Who did this to you?” Yup. I worked all of the prompts into this one!

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Quake may have been the city's most mysterious vigilante hero, but that didn't pay the rent. In her normal life, Daisy Johnson was just an IT girl at Stark Industries during the day and she needed a roommate if she was going to keep her apartment. She sighed at the bills piling up on the dining room table.

A notification pinged on her phone. “Hi, this is Carol Danvers. Are you still looking for someone to sublease your second bedroom? My uncle is Nick Fury. He said it was exactly what I'm looking for.”

Daisy sat up straighter and typed a response back that yes she was and that Fury had mentioned he might know of someone but hadn't said who, which ended up in Carol scheduling a day to come over. Fury was Daisy’s dad's friend, former boss, and longtime mentor at “the US State Department” aka the top secret spy agency Shield. She'd assumed Fury was just being polite when she mentioned her roommate search at a family barbeque and he seemed to have someone in mind. Now his own niece was on her way over.

Daisy just hoped Carol didn’t ask too many questions if she noticed Daisy went out at night. The last thing Daisy needed was for Carol to mention it to her uncle and then for Fury to pass the suspicion along to Daisy’s retired spy dad and agency-contractor pilot mom. No one could know about Quake and her illegal vigilante crime fighting.

—---- Carol loved the apartment, but as Daisy finished the tour, Carol’s phone beeped at her. She enjoyed being Captain Marvel, but her uncle emphasized no one could know, for her own safety and that of their spy agency that she technically worked for. Her paychecks said the US State Department, and the story she told everyone, including Daisy, was that she was a low-ranking assistant to the physics specialist of the federal scientific policy advisory board. That was usually sufficiently impressive and complicated enough to satisfy other people without having to answer too many questions. Meanwhile, she was flying around the world and beyond as her alter ego defending earth from terrestrial and extraterrestrial villains.

Today, however, she wished she didn't have to answer the call to duty. At least not right this second. They were having far too much fun already after a few hours of conversation and coffee. Daisy was so smart, kind, and generous, not to mention exactly Carol’s type, and Carol could already picture her bedroom furniture in the empty room Daisy had to offer.

“I am so, so sorry,” Carol said, glancing at her phone. “I have to go, but send me the lease and I'll get it back to you ASAP.”

“That's a yes then? Good. I was hoping you liked it. We have to have that Mario Kart tournament after all. If you're brave enough to challenge me.”

Carol didn't miss the hope in Daisy's teasing smile.

“Oh it's a plan.” Carol stopped herself from pecking a kiss to Daisy's cheek. She'd never done that with anyone else before, and it would be even weirder to start now with a near-stranger she was about to move in with.

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An exasperated sigh sounded from behind Quake in a dark alley where she’d just prevented a hate group member from setting off a shrink ray. “Not you again.”

“You’re welcome!” Quake retorted, voice muffled by the black mask covering her mouth and nose. She finished hogtying the criminal and he grunted, nearly coming back to consciousness.

“I’m serious.” Of course she was. It was Captain Marvel, the head-to-toe red, blue, and gold do-gooder. She was like the stereotype of Supergirl, Wonder Woman, and “truth, justice, and the American way” comic book perfection come to life. She stood watching Quake from the roof of a parked delivery truck, as if to show off that she could fly and Quake couldn’t.

“Oh I know. Captain Mighty here to save the poor criminal,” Quake sassed.

“It’s Marvel,” the blonde annoyance grumbled. “And I have to take him in. Ever heard of the justice system? A fair trial?”

“Don’t need a civics lesson, Girl Scout. He’s all yours.” Quake built up vibrations with her palms toward the ground and blasted off to the rooftop of the nearest building, high above the alley and even Captain Marvel, who was now checking that tonight’s evil henchman was still alive. He always was. Quake knew her own power. She could take out the whole city, maybe more, if she tried. She’d taken down a dozen of these ordinary criminals and never left them with fatal damage. Not that they didn’t deserve it. But that was the vigilante in her talking.

She’d dropped out of Shield agent training as she hit against protocol again and again, ashamed she couldn’t live up to her family legacy but unable to excuse the politics driving who got their help and who didn’t. Her father’s retirement and subsequent declassification of several of his missions in which he had similar concerns only reinforced her choice. She was better on her own.

When she got home, Carol was in the shower and it was easy to sneak in unnoticed. Having a roommate added difficulty to the whole secrecy thing, but Carol was so easygoing and fun, she probably wouldn’t even be phased by the truth. Daisy realized she was considering telling Carol, if nothing else, just to make herself feel less ridiculous when sneaking into her own home.

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Home from superhero duty, Carol couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew Quake’s voice. She could never hear it clearly because of the mask, but there was something about her that niggled at Carol’s sense of familiarity, beyond their crime-fighting run-ins of course. Carol had never gotten close enough to see Quake’s eyes, and besides that, they were heavily lined with black makeup. The pain in the ass usually wore a hooded leather jacket or hoodie as well, covering her ears and hair. Carol hated that the vigilante got into her head like this. Sometimes the obsession felt like jealousy over Quake’s freedom, and other times it felt like lust, if she even dared admit it to herself alone in the shower. Seeing Quake use her powers, even in frustrating ways that made Captain Marvel’s job harder, was just plain hot in all the ways that turned Carol on. Which made Quake even more obnoxious.

She heard Daisy come in and hurried to get out of the shower. After dealing with Quake the Reckless, it was refreshing to think about Daisy’s gentle smile and quick wit. She grounded and comforted Carol in ways no one else did. Even when she couldn’t know why Carol needed it.

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Quake heard the telltale thump behind her of Captain Marvel landing forcefully on a car roof.

“Ugh, I didn’t even get there in time tonight—” Quake spun around to defend herself from Captain Marvel’s scolding. By the time she had arrived at the top-secret lab, the glass greenhouse roof had already been shattered with black goo everywhere. A hovercraft was flying away, hauling a screaming alien blob covered in giant flowers. Quake was left staring up at them in the parking lot, having only just arrived and discovered the empty lab.

Captain Marvel didn’t land on her feet, however. The thump was her body falling from high above. She cried out as she rolled to the ground. She was protecting herself by falling with her body tucked in, so she had some awareness of what was happening, but by the time she hit the asphalt and Quake rushed over, she was slipping in and out of consciousness.

“Who did this to you?” Quake panicked as she looked over a bleeding, prone Captain Marvel. While she wished they stayed out of each other’s business, she certainly didn’t want any harm to come to Little Miss Perfect. The bleeding seemed to come from the neck, under Captain Marvel’s helmet.

“Shit,” Quake swore. “I’m going to have to take off your helmet. Is that okay?”

Captain Marvel groaned and slowly crossed one hand over to the opposite wrist. It must have been a release button because the helmet retracted, leaving Quake in true shock.

Quake’s hands shook as she tried to find the source of the bleeding. She kept looking back to her superhero rival’s face. It was Carol. This wasn’t just a woman who resembled her. Her voice rasped out a sentence Quake didn’t quite catch.

“It’s going to be okay. I’ve got you.” Quake looked around helplessly. There was no one to pass this one off to so she could maintain her cover. No nearby crowd to call to for help or off-duty nurse running their way to take over. She was alone.

Carol tried to speak again and the lines on her brow furrowed. The bleeding had stopped, and her neck looked intact. The blood had to be seeping up from her shoulder. That was a good sign. Quake had repaired her own shoulder injuries more times than she could count.

“What’s that?” Quake leaned down, as Carol seemed really adamant about her mumbled phrase.

“Call an ambulance, dumbass.”

Quake almost laughed. “Right. Sorry. I forgot you are all legal and everything, not a secret from the government.”

Carol grimaced again and pulled up a holographic number pad from her forearm. Quake dialed 911 and immediately hated herself for wondering if she should wait around. Of course she would. This was CAROL. The realization was still sinking in. Captain Marvel was Carol. Her roommate and friend and crush Carol was her greatest annoyance Captain Marvel. But Carol was so laid back and cool. And Captain Marvel was so all-business and by-the-book.

In an effort to look more like a normal person and less like a vigilante superhero, Daisy made minor adjustments to her appearance as the ambulance loaded Carol in. Daisy noted the truck had a government license plate, not a standard one, and one of the EMTs glanced at Daisy like he knew her.

“Are you coming?” the familiar EMT called. She placed how she knew him: Shield. He was one of her dad’s former coworkers from Shield.

“Um, yeah? Yes.” Daisy’s mind was made up. She would be there for Carol through whatever came next. And if Carol hated her for it when she realized the truth, then at least it was better than this secret eating at her alone. She sat on the bench by Carol’s feet as the EMTs sedated her and worked to get the supersuit off. It certainly wasn’t cuttable by anything they had in a standard ambulance, but with the disengaged helmet and some quick guessing on Daisy’s part at the buttons on Carol’s wrist, they managed to get the top off without causing further injury.

Without the supersuit, Carol’s white ribbed tank top further hammered home the situation. Daisy had seen her wear it around their home a dozen times at least. She’d even folded it, or one identical to it, as they did laundry together last weekend.

Carol was rushed off to triage care as soon as they arrived at the emergency room, leaving Daisy to pace the waiting area. Eventually, the nurse at the reception desk cleared her to go back to Carol’s newly assigned hospital room. She’d been here so many times with her parents that it took a second to realize she hadn’t needed directions. They were at the Shield ward of Walter Reed’s classified Agent Care Center. Everyone in here was current or former FBI, CIA, NSA, and the like. But only a few knew how to even access the Shield floor. She punched in the Shield-only access door code from pure muscle memory, and when the check-in desk receptionist tried to stop her, she simply kept walking and greeted a nurse by name.

Even with her mask off, the Quake professional-badass energy was still coursing through her. That is, at least, until she saw her roommate/friend/crush bandaged and badly bruised in a hospital bed.

A nurse stood at Carol’s bedside holding a Shield tablet, and he startled and then softened as he saw Daisy. “Hey, you’re Phil and Melinda’s kid, right? I have here you’re also on Carol’s emergency contact call sheet and approved disclosure list.”

Daisy nodded. She hadn’t known she was one of Carol’s emergency contacts, much less on the list of safe people to communicate declassified information to. In fact, she was only just realizing that Carol’s job sounded suspiciously like a cover story for the agency. As the puzzle pieces fell into place, Daisy watched as Carol’s body glowed slightly, healing itself.

“Damn, I’m jealous of you even when you’re sedated in a hospital bed,” Daisy quipped, more Quake than roommate.

Carol grumbled as she awoke but didn’t open her eyes yet. “And it’s still somehow never you taking the hits.”

“I’ve got bruises to prove that’s not true,” Daisy countered.

The nurse, satisfied with Carol’s slow waking, said, “I’ll leave you to it” and closed the door discreetly behind him.

Daisy scooted closer and took Carol’s hand to coax Carol to stay awake. This time her voice came out softer, more love-smitten friend than bitter rival. “Hey there, Girl Scout. Turns out we need to talk. Roommate to roommate.”

Carol struggled to open her eyes, but then blinked hard when she did. “Daisy? But I thought…?”

She was about to say “never mind,” to blow off the confusion as part of her injuries, but Daisy watched the excuse die on Carol’s lips as she took in Daisy’s outfit and makeup. Black eyeliner, hooded leather jacket, tight black ripped skinny jeans and dark grey shirt. The hood was off and the gloved gauntlets were stored securely in her inner jacket pocket, but recognition clearly passed over Carol’s face.

“You’re? But you can’t… You wouldn’t.” Carol’s glowing body, meanwhile, was rapidly fading her many bruises and repairing the damage as they spoke. She tried and succeeded with great effort to push herself up to sitting.

Daisy choked back a half-laugh half-cry. Carol was going to be okay. “I’ll tell you the story later, but it’s really me, both your Daisy and the Quake you chase around, making sure I am always doing the right thing, even when we disagree on what that is.”

“My Daisy,” Carol sighed and laid down again. The IV in her arm sent painkillers that along with the super-healing was sending Carol back to dreamland.

“We’ll talk when you’re better. Just get well okay? Maybe we can even find a way to work together.”

For now, Carol didn’t fully process these words as she slipped back into recovery rest. But eventually, Daisy would make good on that promise.

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Fury had known the enhanced division couldn’t operate as ordinary Shield agents forever. This latest development proved it was time. Phil had always told him he needed to let superheroes be superheroes, as dangerous as they could be. It’d be more dangerous to have them out there unsupervised with no backup. His thorough, proposed revisions to Shield policy had recently been unanimously accepted by the governing board as well.

That said, no one was more shocked than Phil to find out his sweet baby adopted daughter turned fully grown superpowered adult was the masked vigilante no media outlet could get a picture of. Humble pie was eaten by all that day, as Fury reinstated Daisy as a provisional agent of Shield’s enhanced division, with full honors upon finishing her remaining training courses. Only this time, the training was suited to her learning style and experience as a hero. The mutual compromise came with maturity on Daisy’s part as well as she learned to work as part of a team and put trust above impulsivity, even when she offered constructive, instead of explosive, feedback.

The key in all this, of course, was the newly mellowed Captain Marvel. Whether it was the time in physical therapy rehab or making things official with her roommate/girlfriend/superhero partner, Carol and Captain Marvel blended more seamlessly into one another, with Carol more confident and Captain Marvel more flexible and less anxious about perfection and pushing herself beyond her limits. Daisy helped her bring her full self to the job, and Carol helped Daisy find belonging and attachment, each helping to heal part of the other.

The only people who didn’t enjoy this partnership were the villains, henchmen, and run-of-the-mill supernatural criminals they encountered. For them, it was a nightmare ending behind bars as two superhero girlfriends holding hands walked away into the sunrise of a safer, happier new day for all.

#daisy johnson #carol danvers #aos #agents of shield #captain marvel #daisy x carol #carol x daisy #wlw #sapphic fic #femslash #lesbian carol danvers #bisexual daisy johnson #skywriting #superpowers #aos au #and they were roommates #with secret identities #hurt/comfort #pretty proud of this one ngl

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My friend just moved to a her grandmas old place and she doesn't have internet, so instead we dug out Grandma's trusty VHS collection and watched a bunch of movies from the cusp of Y2K. We also have plans to dig out more because this is our thing now, fuck Netflix. So here's my reviews so far:

Holes. what a GREAT fucking movie. Good message that is blatantly anti-prison industrial complex and anti-capitalist. good morals, good soundtrack, great casting, the author of the text wrote the screenplay so it hits hard like the book does, the romance between Kate and Sam will be goals to me forever. "I can fix that"!?!? KILL ME JFJDJWKWKFNJRNE 11/10 good shit. youuUuUUUU got to goOooOoo dig those hooooles 🎶

Another one that's still good? POTC: curse of the black pearl. Yes it's Johnny Depp Disney Garbage Trash, but it's WRITTEN SO WELL. Whatever writers they got for that shit obviously have written many a fanfic (positive! praise!!) bc the dynamics and dialogue btwn characters flow so smoothly. It's absolutely and utterly unlike real life, it's just the pirate story we all always wished we could be in, and it's still an absolute blast. for that I award it 9/10. This one was funny bc it came out on VHS in time for the commercials to be advertising DVDs.

Jimmy Neutron Boy Genius? This one's hard, cus this was one of my FAVORITE movies growing up. I noticed going in, however, that I remembered far less about what happens to Jimmy and his friends then I did about Caveman. Basically all I remembered was Jimmy's dad is stupid, and "when I sneeze it looks like a advanced species too." and that's bc Jimmy Neutron is a completely vapid and inane tale with absolutely no message, that unfortunately did not stand the test of time to me personally. It's pretty much unremarkable. they try to mix the "he's a genius baby" humor with 5th grader booger jokes and it just doesn't work, the booger humor doesn't land for adults and the genius humor isn't quite smart enough to be actually funny most of the time. Tbqh I think watching this as an adult gives me more ideas for horror movies than anything else. They go into space ON ROLLER COASTERS, WITHOUT HELMETS!!! They're fighting an entire civilization of space traveling ritual sacrificing EGGS and they have A SINGULAR! ONE! CHILD! ARMY! TO FIGHT THEM!!!! THEY CANT BREATHE OUT THERE! that's too scary I can't take it seriously lmao. 4/10 with all positive points going to Jimmy's hot mom and himbo dad (ideal romance tbh and where 90% of the humor comes from), Carl, Sheen, and Cindy, for screaming "THOSE FINDINGS WERE INCONCLUSIVE AND YOU KNOW IT" during their first on screen fight, that joke did actually land so they can have a cookie for it. And the teacher who gets turned small and gets left that way forever. What the fuck lmao

We also watched Pocahontas and I mean. Even as a kid watching that one was more of a lesson in "here's how NOT to talk about history," and as an adult, her "romance" with John Smith is more weak and pathetic than anything I've ever seen before or since! We got to "Savages" and all I could think was "Disneys orchestra really put their whole pussy into this one, huh?!?" I wish I could say the rest of the movie/soundtrack made it worthwhile but I'm gonna go with a solid 2/10 here. we still had a fun time tearing into their choices, and the aesthetic of an old Disney movie watched on VHS like nature intended is a form of ASMR. I didn't realize how much I missed the clackety clack of the plastic cases or the smell of a warm, freshly rewound tape. <3 good shit.

Stay tuned for more of my 20 Years Later: VHS Reviews No One Fucking Asked For! we're holding out hope that her parents still have my friends own VHS collection bc her and her sister used to have a banging VHS collection and I NEED to see Quest for Camelot.

#me #film #listening to music from the same era lately too #i just put Simple Plans debut album back in my rotation bc its soooooo funnnyyyyy oh my god #the christmas list song 😭😭#i want a girl in my bed who knows what to do! A PLAYSTATION 2! i want a (1) dvd! a big screen tv!! 😭#IM JUST A KID AND LIFE IS A NIGHTMARE! IM JUST A KIIIIID I KNOW THAT IT'S NOT FAIR!!!! NOBODY CARES CUS IM ALONE AND THE WORLD IS #HAVING MORE FUN THAN MEEEEEEEEEEEE... to night 😔#the song where he straight up fucks an alien #iconic shit

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michaelespositostatenisland · 6 months ago

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Danielle Esposito Staten Island Adventure Sports: Future Trends to Erase Your Bucket List Blues

Adventure sports are rapidly evolving, offering more than just the traditional thrill-seeking experiences. With the rise of innovative technologies and sustainable practices, the future of adventure sports promises to be both exciting and environmentally conscious. Danielle Esposito Staten Island Adventure Sports: Unveiling the Future of Physical Exploration highlights these advancements and their impact. This article delves into the future trends in adventure sports that can help you erase your bucket list blues while contributing to a better world.

The Rise of Eco-Friendly Adventure Sports

One of the most significant trends in adventure sports is the emphasis on sustainability. Eco-friendly adventure sports are becoming increasingly popular as athletes and enthusiasts seek to minimize their environmental footprint. From electric-powered surfboards to solar-powered camping gear, the industry is innovating to provide greener options for adventure lovers. These advancements not only reduce environmental impact but also enhance the overall experience by aligning with the growing desire for sustainable travel.

Virtual Reality: Redefining Adventure

The realm of adventure sports is being transformed by Virtual Reality (VR), revolutionizing the way we perceive and engage with these exhilarating activities.. VR technology allows enthusiasts to engage in thrilling activities from the comfort of their homes. Whether it’s paragliding over the Swiss Alps or scuba diving in the Great Barrier Reef, VR makes it possible to experience these adventures without the logistical challenges and environmental impact of traditional travel. This trend is particularly appealing to those who may have physical limitations or financial constraints, making adventure sports more accessible to a broader audience.

Personalized Adventure Experiences

The future of adventure sports is also leaning towards hyper-personalization. With advancements in AI and big data, companies can now tailor adventure experiences to individual preferences and skill levels. Personalized itineraries, real-time coaching, and customized gear recommendations ensure that every adventure is unique and suited to the participant’s needs. This trend not only enhances safety but also ensures that adventurers get the most out of their experiences, thereby reducing the likelihood of bucket list blues.

Adventure Sports for Wellness

The fusion of adventure sports with wellness is an increasingly popular trend, where activities like yoga retreats paired with hiking, mountain biking, or kayaking excursions are gaining traction. These experiences aim to provide holistic well-being, offering a blend of physical challenges and mental relaxation. By combining adventure with wellness, participants can achieve a balanced lifestyle, promoting overall health and happiness, allowing adventurers to fulfill their bucket list aspirations while simultaneously enhancing their well-being.

Technology-Enhanced Safety Measures

Safety is a paramount concern in adventure sports, and technological advancements are playing a crucial role in enhancing it. From GPS tracking devices and drones to advanced weather forecasting tools, technology is making adventure sports safer than ever before. Wearable tech, such as smart helmets and impact sensors, provides real-time data and alerts, helping to prevent accidents and injuries. These innovations ensure that adventurers can enjoy their experiences with greater peace of mind, reducing anxiety and boosting confidence.

Community and Social Impact

Adventure sports are increasingly being used as a platform for social change. Initiatives that promote community engagement and environmental stewardship are on the rise. For example, adventure tourism operators are partnering with local communities to create sustainable tourism models that benefit both the environment and the local economy. By participating in these socially responsible adventures, enthusiasts can contribute to positive change while fulfilling their own bucket list dreams.

Conclusion

The future of adventure sports is bright and full of potential. By embracing eco-friendly practices, leveraging cutting-edge technology, and focusing on personalized and wellness-oriented experiences, the industry is poised to offer exciting and sustainable options for adventure seekers. As these trends continue to evolve, adventure sports will not only help individuals erase their bucket list blues but also contribute to a more responsible and interconnected world. Danielle Esposito Staten Island - Bucket List Blues showcases how these advancements are shaping the future of adventure sports. So, get ready to embark on new adventures that promise not only to thrill but also to make a positive impact on our planet.

#michael esposito staten island #Future Trends #Bucket List Blues #Eco-Friendly #Adventure Experiences

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groovyfandomhuman · 6 months ago

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According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly.

Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground.

The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible.

Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black.

Ooh, black and yellow!

Let's shake it up a little.

Barry! Breakfast is ready!

Coming!

Hang on a second.

Hello?

Barry?

Adam?

Can you believe this is happening?

I can't.

I'll pick you up.

Looking sharp.

Use the stairs, Your father paid good money for those.

Sorry. I'm excited.

Here's the graduate.

We're very proud of you, son.

A perfect report card, all B's.

Very proud.

Ma! I got a thing going here.

You got lint on your fuzz.

Ow! That's me!

Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000.

Bye!

Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house!

Hey, Adam.

Hey, Barry.

Is that fuzz gel?

A little. Special day, graduation.

Never thought I'd make it.

Three days grade school, three days high school.

Those were awkward.

Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around The Hive.

You did come back different.

Hi, Barry. Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good.

Hear about Frankie?

Yeah.

You going to the funeral?

No, I'm not going.

Everybody knows, sting someone, you die.

Don't waste it on a squirrel.

Such a hothead.

I guess he could have just gotten out of the way.

I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day.

That's why we don't need vacations.

Boy, quite a bit of pomp under the circumstances.

Well, Adam, today we are men.

We are!

Bee-men.

Amen!

Hallelujah!

Students, faculty, distinguished bees,

please welcome Dean Buzzwell.

Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of 9:15.

That concludes our ceremonies And begins your career at Honex Industries!

Will we pick our job today?

I heard it's just orientation.

Heads up! Here we go.

Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times.

Wonder what it'll be like?

A little scary.

Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group.

This is it!

Wow.

We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life.

Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to The Hive.

Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey!

That girl was hot.

She's my cousin!

She is?

Yes, we're all cousins.

Right. You're right.

At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence.

These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology.

What do you think he makes?

Not enough.

Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman.

What does that do?

Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it.

Saves us millions.

Can anyone work on the Krelman?

Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones.

But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot.

But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life.

The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that.

What's the difference?

You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years.

So you'll just work us to death?

We'll sure try.

Wow! That blew my mind!

"What's the difference?"

How can you say that?

no. no

besides that beeing the bee movie (I made a bee pun. look at how smart I am). Bees are stupid

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The Raccoon (Final Rose x MCU)

“What are you looking at?” Rocket growled.

The woman in stylised crystalline armour stared at him for a moment longer. “I was just thinking that my sister would absolutely love you.”

The raccoon blinked. “What? Is that supposed to be some kind of insult or something?”

“Oh, no. I’m being completely honest.” Averia smiled beneath her helmet. “A super-smart raccoon who trash talks, steals stuff, and builds ridiculously powerful weaponry? You’re absolutely perfect.”

“...” Rocket squinted at her. “You’re serious?”

“Completely. Meeting you would be one of the greatest days in her life.” Averia sighed. “It’s a pity that’s not possible.”

“Yeah...?” Rocket put his gun away. “That sucks, huh?”

“It does.” Averia loved Peter and her Aunt May, but she would never - could never forget the family of her first life. “But we keep going... even when we lose people who matter.”

“I feel that.” Rocket stuck out his hand. “The name’s Rocket.”

“Averia.”

The raccoon frowned. “Why do people keep calling me a raccoon? I don’t even know what that is.”

“Ah.” Averia used Saviour to create images of raccoons, from a baby raccoon all the way through to an adult. “It would be because you are a raccoon, albeit one who has been... modified in certain ways.”

“Really?” Rocket chuckled. “I feel kind of bad for shooting at some of those people then. You’re from Earth, right? Same place as Quill?”

“Yes.” Averia sighed. “Although I’m really here to gather information.”

“Yeah? What kind? I could maybe help you out if you’re willing to help me out. You look pretty tough.”

“What do you need?” Averia could probably blast her way to the information she needed. There were very, very few things that could stand up to a bearer of Saviour, and she had only continued to unlock more of her Semblance since awakening it again in this life.

“We’ve got some... nasty business coming up, some really bad guys in need of a bit of...”

“Murder?”

“Call it taking out the trash. But, yeah. You help us out, and I’ll help you out. What do you need to know?”

Averia held out her hand again, and another image formed. “I need to know about all the things you didn’t put in your report about this.”

It was an image of the Power Stone.

Rocket was immediately on edge. “Hey -”

“Relax. I don’t want it.” Averia’s voice was firm. “In fact, I want to make sure it - and the others like it - stay as safe as possible. To that end I need to know where it is, who is protecting it, and what it can do. That way I can help make sure that nothing... untoward happens to it.”

“You’re not planning on using it to kill a whole bunch of people or anything?”

Averia chuckled. “Rocket, let me put it this way. If I wanted to wipe out a planet, I wouldn’t need that stone to do it. I’m asking nicely and choosing to work with you because I’m one of the good guys.” She paused. “And because my sister would kick my ass from the afterlife if I beat you up.”

“Heh. Well, welcome aboard, I guess.” Rocket turned. “Come with me. You can meet the rest of the crew. They’re a bit strange, but...”

“Strange is fine.”

X X X

Author’s Notes

Find someone who looks at you the way Diana would look at Rocket. In this snippet, we’ve got Averia playing errand girl for the Ancient One who has determined that a grave threat is on the horizon. Her task is to try to prevent that threat by securing the Infinity Stone. In other words, warn those who have them, improve their defences and communication to let them call for aid, and determine who exactly is after them.

If her Aunt May and Peter ask, she’s currently on a Stark Industries Holiday Camp. Tony is happy to work with the wizards, and you can bet he insists on calling them wizards whenever he can. On the upside, Kamar-Taj now has Stark-level internet. Wong can download all the Beyonce he wants now.

Incidentally, Averia finds the magic they use quite fascinating since she can actually see the other dimensions they’re pulling energy from and how that energy affects their surroundings. Saviour is completely bullshit in this case because it is, functionally, like a super sharingan. Even if it’s not the way Saviour would do it, it can perceive, understand, and copy the method of operation since it’s not all that far from what Saviour does from shunting attacks into other dimensions and the like.

Averia promptly gets the name Bullshit Wizard from Tony, which he can only ever use when Steve or Pepper isn’t around. Steve because of the swearing and Pepper because she insists on treating Averia like a teenager because someone needs to.

#final rose #mcu #fanfiction #averia yun farron #rocket raccoon

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Masked Love (Part 9)

Pairings- Jason Todd x OC; Dick Grayson x Platonic!OC

Warnings- violence, guns

Summary- Coming off of a loss, Elana decides to take matters into her own hands.

Word Count- 3,920

The whole situation was a mess. We’d been played and used as an instrument for Crane’s plan. Kory’s blast had caused a break in the water main that went out to the whole city. That break allowed Scarecrow’s toxin to enter into the water. Half the city was infected at this point and I had no clue what to do.

I sat in the Batcave with my hands in my hair. I had tried calling Jason, but, to no surprise, he didn’t answer. I kept moving, spinning around in the chair, messing with my hair, throwing pencils across the room. Anything to get my blood flowing to my brain so that I’d could come up with some sort of plan.

“Gotham City used to have a protector, a guardian angel.” I whirled around to face the computer monitor where Crane’s voice was coming from. The Batsymbol showed onscreen before it flipped to the Titans’ one. I scoffed. He hacked the internet. I quickly pulled up another computer to try and track the call. “But Batman abandoned Gotham and left Nightwing and his friends in his place.” Pictures of each Titan, except for myself, were showing with the words “wanted”. “What has Nightwing done?” Video of Nightwing fighting criminals with the words liar flashed on the monitor. “He’s robbing you, poisoning the very water you drink. The water you give to your children. Nightwing is a criminal, protected by Gotham City Police.” The word “terrorist” shown brightly and I had to stop myself from punching the screen out of anger. “Only you can stop him. There will be a $50,000 reward paid to the person who brings him in. Dead or alive. But take heart Gotham, a new hero will rise.” A picture of Jason was onscreen. I almost flipped the table, but instead, I pulled out my phone and texted my boyfriend the word “seriously”. “And you will know his name; Red Hood.” I groaned as a picture of Jason’s helmet showed. After that, the broadcast was over.

I looked over at my other computer to see if it was able to track anything. I couldn’t say I was surprised when I didn’t. I repeatedly hit my forehead against the table in annoyance. This day could not get any worse.

Suddenly, an idea hit me. Maybe to stop the problem, I had to take out the root of the problem. Crane. I pulled up a map of Gotham and marked the places where Crane had been reported since Dick and I broke him out. More than three-fourths of the locations were in the East End, so that’s where I’d start. It wouldn’t be easy, the East End was huge and overrun with crime. My best shot would be talking to a person who knew the area. Lucky for me, I knew someone.

I pulled out my phone and texted my contact in the higher ranks of the mob telling them to meet me at the abandoned ACE Chemicals building. I considered telling Dick about my plan, but I figured he had a lot on his plate already.

“Let’s do this,” I muttered to myself, grabbing my coat, and walking out the door.

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I parked my car, put on a black surgical mask, and pulled up my hood. Slamming the door shut, I walked into the abandoned factory. My boots clicked on the cement floor as I made my way to the catwalk. I settled into the shadows and waited for my contact. About five minutes later, I heard a car pull up outside and footsteps walk into the building. Rylie Pine walked in, looking around around for, well, me.

“You came,” I said from above her. Her head shot up in my direction. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

“And have to worry about running from you? No thanks,” she said.

“Smart,” I said.

“What do you want to know?” she asked, shoving her hands into her pockets.

“Scarecrow. He’s in with Gotham’s biggest gangsters. Where?”

“I’m not sure.” She crossed her arms. “I heard about a meeting with a new guy, who’s made a splash, at the old Stagg Industries warehouse. That was three hours ago.”

“Any clue where he could be now?”

“I think they have a location for meets in case they needed one,” Rylie said. “If you can find some way to get him there, that’ll be your best bet.”

“Where is it?” I asked.

“CCC Construction headquarters,” she told me.

“You’ve been very helpful, Rylie. I’ll be sure to remember that.” I nodded to her.

“Yup, my pleasure.” She gave a tight smile. “What are you gonna do now?”

“I think I’ll go pay a certain mobster a visit.”

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I stood on top of a building that overlooked CCC Construction with my bow strung. I aimed for the front and released the string. An explosion engulfed the entrance in flames. In the madness, I was able to fire a cable arrow and transfer over to the top of the construction building. I slipped in the back entrance.

In the back room, I was able to find a fuse box. I quickly picked the lock to it and pulled out a specialized arrow. I stabbed it into the middle of the circuitry, sending an electric pulse out to fry the entire system. The building went dark.

“Go! Go! I don’t want anything getting in here!” I heard a panicky shout from around a corner. Footsteps filed out of the area and I almost laughed to myself. How stupid do mobsters get? I snuck a peek by leaning my head forward. A plump guy in a black suit stood in the center of four guys with handguns. I strung my arrow and shot through the closest guy’s hand. He screamed and dropped his gun. The remaining guys’ guns whipped toward me, but they were too slow. I slid out and through the ankles of the second guy. Jumping up quickly, I used my bow to smack the gun out of another’s hand. I swept his legs, sending him to ground. I was in the perfect position to dodge a bullet from the last guy. I kicked him in the stomach and then hit him in the head with my bow. The second guy tried get up, so I kicked him in the head, effectively knocking him out.

I looked back up at the boss to see he was twenty feet down the hall in a mad dash. Well, more like a hurried waddle. Sighing, I retracted my bow and took off after him, but down another hallway. He thought he was getting away. Funny. He finally stopped where the two hallways joined and faced away from me. I slowed down to a walk and went up behind him. I heard him sigh in relief and smirked to myself. I tapped him on the shoulder. He whipped around in a panic. I simply smiled and tilted my head.

“Hey,” I sang. “You and I need to talk.”

“Get away from me, freak,” he panicked.

“Rude,” I scoffed. He was visibly trembling now. “Relax, big guy. I’m not gonna hurt you,” I reassured him. “In fact, I need your help.”

“My help?” he asked.

“I just need you to set up a meeting with someone for me. You don’t even have to go.”

“You’re just gonna let me go? No prison?”

“Nope,” I popped the “p”.

“Who do you want a meeting with?” His voice still quivered.

“Scarecrow,” I said. He froze. “Is that a problem?”

“If he finds out, he’ll kill me,” he hissed, though he couldn’t mask his fear.

“Would you rather me do it?” I asked.

“No, no. I-I’ll do it.” He started to pull out his phone, but I stopped him.

“Ah, slowly,” I warned. He slowed down and showed me that it was a phone. I nodded and he quickly text someone.

“Lemme see,” I demanded. Without hesitation, he handed me his phone. Smart. He had made the right decision to request a meeting with Crane instead of doing anything else. “Good job. Nice to see you’re not an idiot.” A text came back from Crane asking why. I typed back that there was an issue with the Huntress.

“What?” the boss asked. “What did he say?”

“Shut up,” I mumbled. Crane quickly responded with a time and place. The old ACE Chemicals building in an hour. “Thank you for your cooperation.” I smiled sarcastically, handing the man back his phone. To his surprise, I socked him in the face, knocking him out. I used my comms to dial 911. “Yeah, hi. I’m calling ‘cuz I have a location on a criminal operation going down at CCC Construction. Get here quick.” I hung up and walked out of the building, a smirk dancing on my face.

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I stood in the shadows of the small meeting room that was set up in the abandoned ACE Chemicals building. Crane was bound to walk in any second and I was ready for him. This was the best chance I had at taking him down and getting Jason back. To save Gotham. I couldn’t screw it up. The bang of a heavy door opening caused me to pull out my throwing knives.

“Mr. Fabinini!” I heard Crane yelled. “This better be good.” He stepped into the room with two men. “Where the heck is he?” Crane looked around the room, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Not here, obviously,” I spoke up. They all snapped toward me and the second they did, I threw the daggers through the guards’ gun hands. They cried out in pain. I threw two more into each of their shoulders, making them yell out again. “Try anything and the next one goes through your forehead,” I threatened. Crane put his hands up in surrender.

“I should’ve expected this,” he chuckled, a smile spread wide across his face.

“Yeah, but you didn’t,” I said. “Saw your video earlier.”

“It was a very well put together video, right?”

“I don’t know. I think it lacked a little bit of truth,” I said.

“Oh, come on. You and I both know the Titans aren’t the heroes that will save this city for good,” he scoffed. “If Batman couldn’t, a group of dysfunctional superfriends won’t stand a chance.”

“Dysfunctional superfriends? You’re just digging for words.” I crossed my arms.

“Maybe I am, but you get my point.” He shrugged.

“Sure.” I nodded. “But enough small talk. You have two options; you get on your knees and let me take you back to Arkham or I can take you out right here.”

“Take me out? You can’t kill, not anymore. You’re too guilt ridden over your past,” he laughed.

“Well, let’s take a moment to review,” I started. “You hooked my boyfriend up with drugs that messed him up and sent him to his death. Then, you brought him back using something incredibly dangerous so that you could you keep him dependent on you because he was hooked on your stupid drug. Under your influence, he killed people, including one my best friends, effectively sending away another one of my friends and shot the man who is practically my brother. He also almost killed me. And you dosed me with some sort of fear toxin and sent an assassin after me. Then you dosed the city I love with drugs and blamed it on my team. Need I go on?”

Crane blinked before chuckling. “Technically, your team did dose the city and yes, I did dose you and send Lady Vic after you, but you’re clearly fine.”

“My point is that you’ve managed to bring me into a situation where I think adding one more tally to my kill count wouldn’t hurt,” I hissed.

“I can see you’re very serious about this,” he said, backing up.

“Choose. Arkham or me,” I ordered.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve decided to add a third option.” About 10 men with guns jumped into the room. “Your death right here.”

“You’re a coward,” I spat, activating my bow.

“I’ve been called worse,” he said. “To tell you the truth, I didn’t think you’d be this stupid. When I heard that you were causing trouble with Mr. Fabinini, I knew if that I’d that were true, he wouldn’t have been able to tell me. You don’t like playing with your food, so…” he gestured around. “I brought friends. I’ll tell Jason you send your regards.” With that, he walked out of the room.

“Boys, boys, can we talk about this?” I asked in a fake sweet tone. Trying to catch them off guard, I shot a quick arrow up at the ceiling. The guns the men held flew up to the arrow and stayed up there. Apparently I wasn’t fast enough. A shot went off before all the guns were ripped from their handlers and grazed me just below the ribs. I bit back a hiss, but stayed standing. “That wasn’t nice,” I mocked, furrowing my eyebrows. I nocked an explosive arrow and shot it at the group. As soon as I released it, I ducked down behind the table. As the arrow hit, I heard it explode.

Figuring I had a second, I looked down at my injury and pressed my hand to it. I was met with a warm, wet feel. Pulling my hand away revealed the deep red of blood. I assumed I was still in shock because I didn’t feel anything besides a dull ache. I peaked my head over the table to see if anyone was still functioning. There were three stragglers. I shot three arrows at the same time into their chests, but not in a spot that would kill them. As quick as possible, taking into account not to agitate my wound anymore than it already was, I hurried out of the room.

Carefully, I got onto my bike and sped out of the area. I dialed Dick through my comms. He took forever to pick up, but eventually did.

“Where are you? Do you know what is going on right now? You can’t just-“

“Disappear. I know,” I cut him off.

“What’s wrong?” he asked after a moment of silence.

“What do you mean?” I laughed breathily.

“Why do you sound like you’re hurt?”

“Wow. You do know me well,” I sighed.

“You’re hurt?!” he exclaimed.

“It’s not bad. It doesn’t even hurt,” I said. “It’s a bullet graze, nothing too serious.”

“Did you just say that a bullet related injury isn’t that bad?”

“Graze. Bullet graze,” I corrected him as I weaved through the traffic. “I just need you to prep some tools for stitching up a too-deep-to-be-normal open wound in my side.”

“Why did you get shot?”

“You know, I was just wondering that,” I said sarcastically. “I usually move faster.”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“I know that. I just prefer not to say it over the phone.”

“Fine, but I’m helping you and taking a look at your injury,” he said.

“I’ll be there in five.” I hung up.

As soon as I got into the Cave, Dick was on top me within seconds.

“Are you okay? What happened?” he demanded. I went past him, pulling off my mask and hood.

“I told you, it’s fine,” I assured him, walking over to the table where a needle and thread sat waiting for me.

“Answer the second part, please,” Dick sighed.

“Fine, only because you asked so nicely.” I sat down gingerly, groaning slightly in pain. “I went after Scarecrow. He was smarter than I thought, but I managed to send a message. The other guys look worse.” I went to pick up the needle and thread, but Dick snatched it away before I could.

“I’m sorry, you what?!” he exclaimed.

“Went… after… Jonathan…Crane… aka…Scarecrow,” I said, annunciating every syllable of every word. He gave me a flat look.

“I’m stitching you up,” he said, annoyed.

“I’m more than capable,” I argued.

“I never said you weren’t. I’m just making sure you’re okay.” I sighed and shrugged off my jacket, lifting up the side of my tank top, which was soaked in blood. “Not bad?” Dick asked, raising and eyebrow. I looked at it and grimaced. It certainly didn’t look good. He might’ve been right.

“We’ll, you know what they say about seeing the injury,” I said with a thin smile.

“Do you know what type of bullet it was?” he asked.

“M16 guns, so can’t assume any single type. But probably something not too small.”

“Right,” Dick said absentmindedly. He pulled out disinfectant wipes and began cleaning the wound. I bit back a curse. “Elana, this is a deep graze.”

“Well, it certainly feels that way,” I said.

“What we’re you thinking?”

“I saw his video and I may have gotten a little mad, so I decided to take matters into my own hands,” I explained. “But you’ll find Vincino Fabinini in jail. There is that.”

“I’m not even gonna ask.” Dick shook his head. A hiss escaped my lips as he pulled back at my skin slightly.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Trying to see how deep this goes,” he answered. “It looks pretty deep.”

“It’s a graze. It’ll be fine. Just stitch it up.”

“Okay, but if it gets worse, it’s on you,” he sighed. “Do you know what happened after the video went out?”

“No. What is it?” I asked.

“The people affected by Crane’s toxin became violent, attacking other people. And then there’s people who believed Crane’s video and are coming at us. That’s where everyone else is right now; trying to contain the people.”

“Well, that sounds delightful,” I said sarcastically. “I can go out once you finish this.”

“No,” he said as he began the stitches.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” I asked.

“This won’t take long to heal if you don’t agitate it,” Dick said.

“We’re in the middle of a city-wide epidemic. I’m not sitting back,” I said. Dick finished the stitches and put a gauze pad over the area.

“I may have an idea that would stop the fighting, but we need the entire team here to agree to it.”

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“We turn ourselves in,” Dick said. My mouth fell open.

“I’m sorry, what?” I exclaimed. Dick gave me a look and turned to the rest of the team.

“It makes sense. Barbara will make sure nothing too bad happens to us and this way, we can regain the trust of the people,” he explained.

“We run the chance of being stuck in jail,” Gar pointed out.

“We’ll explain everything to them,” Dick said.

“And if they don’t listen?” I asked.

“Then we’ll figure something out from there,” Dick replied.

“So, we turn ourselves in and then what?” Conner asked.

“And then we post bail, continue doing our work, but in a less public way. Work in the shadows, take this city back night by night,” Dick explained. “It’s not gonna be easy and it’s not gonna be fast, but we can do it.”

“Not that I’m not for this new Batman-type take on things, but I disagree,” I spoke up.

“If you have a better idea, please, now’s the time,” he sighed. I met his gaze and huffed in defeat.

“They hate us,” Gar said sadly.

“They’ve been manipulated into hating us, by Crane,” Kory said.

“Conner, Blackfire, what do you think?” Dick asked.

“It was brutal out there,” Conner sighed. “I don’t want to be looked at like that again.”

“Well, surrender isn’t my thing,” Blackfire said, walking up closer to the rest of us. “But, I am used to people looking at me like I’m a monster, so whatever you all decide on, I’m in.”

“Kory?” Dick asked.

“We’ve played it by the book so far and this is where it’s led us,” Kory said. “So, maybe you’re right; maybe we try it a new way. I’m in.”

“Elana?”

“Personally, I’m a very “stick-it-to-the-man” type of girl in every situation, so my opinion is pretty biased. I don’t like authority,” I said.

“You aren’t a very public member of the Titans. Maybe you could hang back,” Kory suggested.

“I guess I could, but I don’t want to risk losing everyone to prison,” I said.

“I’ll tell you this; if something really bad happens, I know you’ll be able to get us out of any situation. If it gets to that point, you can go right ahead and do what you do,” Dick told me.

“Sounds fair enough. I’m in,” I said. “I’ll be right outside the precinct monitoring comms.”

Dick sighed. “All right, then. Let’s suit up. We go in together. As a team. As a family.”

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I stood in an alley outside the precinct with an WayneTech iPad connected to the city power grid.

“This seems excessive,” Kory said after they walked into the precinct.

“Barbara cleared it with me. It’s all for show,” Dick reassured her. “They need to stand their ground.”

“What’s it look like in there?” I asked.

“The entire police force is standing in here with their guns in hand,” Dick answered under his breath.

“Jeez,” I muttered.

“This is just optics, right?” Gar asked.

“Optics,” Dick echoed. He didn’t sound too sure of himself. It was silent for a few moments before I heard a commotion and a muffled voice.

“I got you,” I heard Conner say. I assumed he was talking to Blackfire. “Back off.” I braced myself at Conner’s voice change.

“Easy,” I heard Dick say. “We’re not here for a fight.”

“Move in!” someone shouted.

“Stand down!” came Barbara’s voice after a series of loud noises. Clearly, that didn’t work because the sound of a fight hit my ears. A couple gunshots went off before I heard Kory yell.

“No!”

“Do I need to come in?” I asked.

“Stay put!” Dick ordered.

“I got lights, cameras for three blocks, and audio at my control. Just say the word and everything goes dark,” I said. I got no reply, only continued sounds of struggle.

“Blackfire!” Kory called. I began to get frustrated with the fact that I couldn’t see anything.

“Wall up!” I heard. The sound of glass breaking both close to me and over comms made me look up. Gar ran past in his tiger form down the street. I decided not to question it.

“I need to get her out of here. Cover us,” Kory said.

“Crap. Go!” I heard Dick tell. The fighting didn’t stop until I heard a muffled voice then a shot. The sound stood still for a moment.

“We gotta get out of here. Now!” Dick yelled. “Huntress,” he lowered his voice.

“Yup. I got ya,” I answered. I shut off the city power grid in a three block radius. No cameras, no lights, no sound. Dick and Conner were free to make their escape.

“Where are the others?” Dick asked. I almost sighed in relief. He got out.

“Gone,” I answered. “Are we headed back to the Cave?”

“No, I don’t think it’s safe,” Dick sighed.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“Jason knows about the cave meaning Scarecrow could know. It’s compromised,” Dick said.

“Good thing I brought my stuff to my place just in case,” I muttered.

“Get your stuff and I’ll text you where to meet,” Dick said.

“Sounds good,” I sighed. “Signing off.” I clicked off my comms and shoved the iPad into my backpack. I pulled up my hood and walked further down the alley, away from the flashes of red and blue.

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Head-up Display Market Trends, Business Growth, Opportunities and Forecast till 2030

The global head-up display market size is expected to reach USD 15.26 billion by 2030, registering a CAGR of 15.7% from 2023 to 2030, according to a new report by Grand View Research, Inc. A Head Up Display is computerized systems that projects information onto the screen in vicinity to the viewer on screen or by means of a separate display. The HUD systems projects data, images, and supporting information to driver or the viewer in such a way that the viewer can view both the outside world and the information simultaneously. Initially, the HUD displays were prominently deployed in aviation industry seeking deployment specifically in military aircrafts. Later, the HUD displays were hosted on to civil aircrafts by means of a secondary screen. In recent times, HUD system finds applications in dynamic application arenas including automobile windscreens, motorcycle helmets where the data is displayed on the visor.

Nowadays, numerous luxury car manufactures such as Daimler AG and BMW AG have started incorporating HUD displays in their premium automobile models. Imminent future is expected to witness standardization of these HUD systems as they help in reducing accident proportion and ensure safer driving. HUD displays are even deployed in numerous gaming applications that seek deployment in conjunction with augmented reality technology. In the coming years, the automotive sector will endure to be the major contributor to the head up display market, nevertheless, the solicitation of HUDs in the wearables segment will witness the highest growth during the forecast period.

The demand from the automotive vertical and the increasing growth opportunities in the wearables sector are driving the growth of the head up display market. Automotive manufacturers are concentrating on ensuring HUD systems design, and economic assessment capability of deployment in basic & mid-segment cars.

Gather more insights about the market drivers, restrains and growth of the Global Head-up Display Market

Head-up Display Market Report Highlights

The automotive segment accounted for the largest revenue share of around 77.2% in 2022.

North America dominated the market and accounted for the largest revenue share of 30.3% in 2022.

The growing demand for HUD system can be attributed to the ever-growing demand for efficient and safe driving technology, across defense and civil sectors

Further, sports and premium car segments would initially witness higher adoption of HUD systems, whereas over the forecasts the HUD incorporation would increase in basic and mid-segment car segments.

Browse through Grand View Research's Display Technologies Industry Research Reports.

Smart TV Market: The global smart TV market size was estimated at USD 227.52 billion in 2024 and is anticipated to grow at a CAGR of 16.6% from 2025 to 2030.

Virtual Mirror Market: The global virtual mirror market size was valued at USD 11.57 billion in 2024 and is projected to grow at a CAGR of 33.1% from 2025 to 2030.

Head-up Display Market Segmentation

Grand View Research has segmented the global head-up display market based on application and region:

Head-up Display Application Outlook (Revenue in USD Million, 2017 - 2030)

Automotive

Premium/Luxury Cars

Sports Cars

Basic & Mid-segment Cars

Aviation

Wearables

Others

Head-up Display Regional Outlook (Revenue in USD Million, 2017 - 2030)

North America

Canada

Europe

Germany

France

Asia Pacific

China

Japan

India

Australia

South Korea

Latin America

Brazil

Mexico

Middle East and Africa

United Arab Emirates (UAE)

Saudi Arabia

South Africa

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Head-up Display Market - Structure, Size, Trends, Analysis and Outlook 2030

Gather more insights about the market drivers, restrains and growth of the Global Head-up Display Market

Head-up Display Market Report Highlights

The automotive segment accounted for the largest revenue share of around 77.2% in 2022.

North America dominated the market and accounted for the largest revenue share of 30.3% in 2022.

The growing demand for HUD system can be attributed to the ever-growing demand for efficient and safe driving technology, across defense and civil sectors

Further, sports and premium car segments would initially witness higher adoption of HUD systems, whereas over the forecasts the HUD incorporation would increase in basic and mid-segment car segments.

Browse through Grand View Research's Display Technologies Industry Research Reports.

Smart TV Market: The global smart TV market size was estimated at USD 227.52 billion in 2024 and is anticipated to grow at a CAGR of 16.6% from 2025 to 2030.

Virtual Mirror Market: The global virtual mirror market size was valued at USD 11.57 billion in 2024 and is projected to grow at a CAGR of 33.1% from 2025 to 2030.

Head-up Display Market Segmentation

Grand View Research has segmented the global head-up display market based on application and region:

Head-up Display Application Outlook (Revenue in USD Million, 2017 - 2030)

Automotive

Premium/Luxury Cars

Sports Cars

Basic & Mid-segment Cars

Aviation

Wearables

Others

Head-up Display Regional Outlook (Revenue in USD Million, 2017 - 2030)

North America

Canada

Europe

Germany

France

Asia Pacific

China

Japan

India

Australia

South Korea

Latin America

Brazil

Mexico

Middle East and Africa

United Arab Emirates (UAE)

Saudi Arabia

South Africa

Order a free sample PDF of the Head-up Display Market Intelligence Study, published by Grand View Research.

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Revolutionizing Surveying with Wearable Technology: Advancements, Safety, and Precision

Wearable technology is transforming various industries, including the land surveying sector. What began as a tool for personal fitness has now evolved into an essential asset for professionals, helping them improve efficiency, accuracy, and safety on job sites. Surveyors are benefiting immensely from these innovations, especially when working in demanding environments. Any reputable land survey company in Regina today must stay ahead of technological trends to deliver exceptional results, and wearable technology is becoming a game-changer.

Increasing Precision in Land Surveying with Wearable Devices

Wearable technology has made precision more achievable than ever. Surveyors now have access to devices like augmented reality (AR) headsets, smart glasses, and wearable GPS units, all of which enhance their ability to capture real-time data accurately. These tools allow surveyors to overlay virtual models of construction designs onto physical sites, reducing errors by ensuring everything aligns with the original plan.

GPS-enabled wearables have become indispensable. Unlike handheld devices, wearable GPS systems allow surveyors to map terrains more comfortably and efficiently while keeping their hands free for other tasks. These wearable systems are particularly valuable for land surveyors working in vast or rugged areas, where traditional tools might slow down the process.

Wearables Boosting Safety on the Job Site

Surveying often involves working in unpredictable environments, such as construction zones or difficult terrains. Wearable technology plays a crucial role in enhancing safety for surveyors operating in these conditions. Smart helmets, equipped with sensors, can detect changes in environmental conditions, such as sudden impacts or excessive heat, and notify the wearer to take action before hazards escalate. This added layer of safety ensures surveyors are protected even in potentially dangerous environments.

Additionally, smartwatches and wearable health monitors are making it easier for surveyors to stay healthy during long work days. These devices track heart rate, hydration levels, and signs of fatigue, ensuring workers maintain optimal physical health. Supervisors can monitor their teams remotely, receiving alerts if any field worker experiences stress, exhaustion, or other health issues.

Improving Communication and Collaboration Across Teams

Efficient communication is essential for the success of any surveying project. Wearable technology bridges gaps between field teams and office staff, facilitating seamless collaboration. Devices like smart glasses or AR headsets allow surveyors to connect with remote experts in real time, who can see what the surveyor sees and provide step-by-step guidance. This reduces the need for follow-up site visits and ensures problems are addressed promptly.

Bluetooth-connected wearables further streamline communication by delivering updates and instructions directly to surveyors in the field. Teams can transmit survey data instantly to central offices, allowing decision-makers to review findings immediately and provide feedback. This continuous exchange of information eliminates delays, saving both time and resources. The ability to adapt to modern communication tools sets a land survey company in Regina apart, enabling it to offer exceptional service tailored to client needs.

Future Potential of Wearable Technology in Surveying

As wearable technology evolves, the future of land surveying looks increasingly promising. Innovations like wearable LiDAR scanners, which map terrains with high precision, and exoskeletons that reduce physical strain, are poised to make surveying even more effective. Surveying companies will need to continue embracing these developments to maintain a competitive edge in the industry.

Wearable technology has emerged as a powerful tool for land surveyors, helping them improve data precision, enhance safety, and streamline communication. With innovations such as GPS-enabled devices, AR headsets, and smart health monitors, surveyors can work more efficiently, stay safe in the field, and collaborate effectively with their teams.

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Smart Construction Monitoring Enhance the Efficiency of Your Company

Today, safety, efficiency, and compliance are highly considered in the transformation of the construction industry. Companies nowadays seek smarter ways to improve their project management and workflow efficiency as well as the safety of their workers.

With the increasing complexity of projects and tighter deadlines, traditional construction site monitoring methods are losing effectiveness. I am going to take you through what you can do with the integration of Smart Construction Monitoring, which is going to change the tide of project management, improve safety standards, and eventually turn out to be good business output.

What is Smart Construction Monitoring?

Smart construction monitoring involves the application of AI and computer vision, as well as advanced technology, for the overall oversight of construction project elements. Utilizing construction management software, it follows the tracking of site activities in real-time and is capable of identifying issues that are developing early and preventing them from being significant. The software has given ways to acquire insights and data that will enhance productivity.

The smart approach involves automating the following features of construction projects: safety checks, tracking the progress, managing resources, and the maintenance of the environment with adherence to set regulations.

Why Smart Construction Monitoring?

AI technology can deal with such issues in a number of ways, as below:

Higher Safety Standards: Real-time monitoring of the construction activity is the key function of an AI system. They make sure the worker is putting on the correct PPEs and ensure unsafe behavior, such as entry into a restricted zone without any intimation, and also alert supervisors of an accident. These alarms will give time to repair before the accident.

Increased Efficiency in Operations: The construction workflows and progress can be monitored in real-time with the help of AI-powered construction workflow monitoring software. Automatic detection of delays will give an insight into where issues arise and how to rectify the situation.

Optimal cost management: Whether it is proper waste disposal, checking leaks of hazardous materials, or monitoring emissions, the construction management software tracks all these aspects to ensure that your projects are local regulation-compliant.

Predictive Maintenance: Equipment failure can lead to downtimes that are expensive to incur. AI-based monitoring lets construction sites identify equipment breakdowns before they become disastrous. Predictive maintenance mitigates the risk of downtime, equipment longevity, and unnecessary fix costs. This, in essence, improves the overall process efficiency of the project in question.

Key Features in AI-Powered Construction Project Management Software

Here are some of the key features of Construction Management Software that can revolutionize the way you manage your construction sites:

Real-time alerts and notifications: The system is constantly keeping track of every single minute detail of the site by using sensors, cameras, and AI algorithms. If someone enters a restricted area, forgets his helmet, or if a machine comes close to a worker, the software sends immediate alerts to supervisors. This kind of real-time feedback can quickly enable corrective actions and help avoid accidents.

Progress Tracking and Reporting: Without constant supervision of a construction site, monitoring how the work is progressing here will be difficult. Therefore, using AI-powered construction management software, you have reliable updates on milestones in time, material usage, labor productivity, and more.

Resource Management: Usage patterns against the original plan are analyzed, and the system points out inefficiencies and opportunities for improvement. It leads to waste reduction, better supply chain optimization, and a decrease in costs.

Worker and Machinery Tracking: This, avoiding accidents and streamlining workflows will be possible by monitoring who's where on the site through an AI-driven tracking system. It ensures that the effective usage of machines and proper places with workers will be done without accidents.

How Smart Construction Monitoring Increases Profits and Reduces Errors

Smart construction monitoring in your workflow ensures an increase in safety factors, leading to an enhanced bottom line for your firm. Here's how:

Less Predictable Accidents: Ongoing monitoring of workers and equipment minimizes the incidences of accidents. In fact, fewer accidents equate to fewer injuries, minimal bills towards medication, fewer chances for lawsuits, and thereby an improved possibility of earlier projects. It adds greater profit value to the whole project in the long run.

Increased Productivity: The AI always monitors the pace of work, and with this, you can clearly identify areas where work is getting delayed or where resources are being underutilized. This allows for data-driven decisions to change schedules, optimize labor allocations, and ensure that all tasks are completed on time.

Cost reduction: You may not waste resources and reduce material over-purchase upon keeping track of the following aspects: materials, machinery, and labor. Predictive machinery maintenance will help eliminate repair costs and avoid breakdowns. Smart Construction Monitoring removes inefficiencies and errors that often account for operating costs.

Data-Driven Insights for Continual Improvement: As data accumulates over time, trends and patterns might emerge; this will serve to enhance the construction process, providing room for efficiencies in any future projects.

Conclusion

Adopting Smart Construction Monitoring using AI-powered Construction Management Software can no longer be considered a luxury; instead, it is something that needs to be followed in today's competitive landscape in the construction industry.

Not just improvements in safety standards or enhancements in productivity, this technology comes with the assurance of ensuring compliance and cost reductions, which are unquantifiable in this context. Companies based out of Hong Kong, Singapore, Dubai, Saudi Arabia, Qatar, and Abu Dhabi will find the potential to become industry leaders in innovation,

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