#Tazor-Tires

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My oc Darrian Catalia wynnecopper

Looks after her big bro jason's shop:Jason Todd Tires, she kept some for Bruce in case he didn't want the batmobile wheels to be stolen again, but Jason made the tires he can easily get Bruce wheels off the batmobile. Gives Batman suggestion if they could make it a superhero shop for heroes..... And a couple of villains.

Darrian's aliases are:Oriole(by the robins), babybat&little feather(bbat by Jason & little feather by Grayson) Alleycat/kittycat&Catqueen/catbat(by selina), batbrat/catbrat(by red x)batcat(by the robins, except her little bro Damian he calls her batbird)

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My Latest Mission... Pt.8

Reader (Y/N), Steve, Tony. Warnings: language. Being a Hydra asset. Angst. Words: 2675

Part 1… - Part 2… - Part 3… - Part 4… - Part 5… - Part 6… - Part 7...

I'm sitting here in my room... My room... I actually have my own room now, with a bed, a desk and a chair. I don't have a lot of personal stuff, but it really doesn't matter because it is MY room!

 A female agent and Steve took me out shopping one day, to get me some clothes. Best and worst experience I've ever had.

There are so many stores with different kinds of clothes now.

Back in the day, Ma' was the one who sewed all my clothes, which was mostly dresses because 'girls wear dresses and boys wear trousers' as she put it. She really wanted me to be a girly-girl, which was a bit difficult when I always hung around the boys. 

When I was at HYDRA, they gave me clothes. Clothes fit for fighting, not fashion.

But there I was, in one store after another, trying on clothes that I had to choose for myself.

In the end I came home with a lot of jeans and t-shirts. A few sweatpants and some hoodies. 

Maybe one day I'll adventure into something else, but for now jeans and t-shirts feels safe and still gives me room to move.

 Steve has drawn a picture for me to put on my wall.

I didn't know he still did that... Drawings I mean. 

I've always loved his artwork, so the day he came to my room with it, neatly wrapped as a present it almost felt like the old days.

It's a picture of me, him and Bucky, smiling and hanging out like we used to do. 

 But that's not the reality now, Bucky doesn't really speak to me... Not unless he has too. And it hurts me more than HYDRA ever has. I'm not sure why he's angry at me, but he is.

Steve has tried to mend things, he wants his two best friends to be like before... But something has changed. 

He asks me to give Bucky time, to let him work out his issues and come to me when he is ready.

A part of me is afraid that it will never happen though.

 The room is cozy, the bed is soft and warm. The big windows give me a perfect view over the city.

The same city that I felt was gray and boring before, has suddenly gotten a glow I didn't know it had. It changed right in front of me eyes as the weeks have gone by... But then again, so have I.

 I'm not the old y/n... I'll never be her again. I've done things that will never allow me to be that pure, innocent girl I once was.

But I have found some sort of peace now. I can't explain it, because I'm still very much on guard all the time. A part of me believes that being reunited with Steve is too good to be true and that HYDRA agents will bust down the doors any second, to take me back. But at the same time, I can't remember the last time I've been so calm, and it's nice... It's nice to find some peace in the inner chaos my mind holds.

 I spend a lot of time in my room. I don't really speak to the rest of them besides Steve and sometimes Tony. 

They are all very kind and are really trying to let me be a part of them. But I can feel that there's some hesitation from the group, and I don't want to push my luck by forcing myself into their circle.

 I don't blame them... How can I?

I walk into their home directly from the main compound of HYDRA, with a bag full of weapons, very similar dressed as Bucky when he was the brainwashed Winter Soldier, having a file on them telling me a whole bunch of personal stuff.

I would be fucking hesitant too, to invite such an individual into my personal space.

 I do however frequent the gym... Almost every day. It's good to work out, use my muscles and get my heart pumping without it being caused by adrenaline of a fight.

 Most of the time I work out by myself, but a few times Natasha has spared with me. She's really trying to accept me, and training together is apparently her way of letting her guards down. It's not easy for her though, and I accept the small baby steps we take.

 I've managed to impress Clint with my knowledge of the use of a bow and arrows. I'm no match to his skills in any way, but I still do give him some competition.

He's a bit easier to talk to, but not the chattiest guy I've ever met. 

I like him though, he's kind and he really cares for his friends... Even if he hides it behind a facade of jokes and sarcasm.

I'm still getting used to that part... But I do like him.

 Tony, Steve and Bruce has done their best to explain to everyone, that there's absolutely no sign of me still being brainwashed or wanting to harm anyone. 

On the contrary, I've been to good use in the fight against HYDRA... Several outposts have been shot down, some high powered people have been exposed, and several departments of everyday businesses have been called out as being HYDRA covers.

So all in all, my info has done good!

 The more I show the people around me, that I'm on their side, the more they accept me being there.

Except Bucky... The more I show him that I'm me, the old me, the more he retreats.

 I walk over to the big windows and look down. The sun is on its travel of the day, hanging low in the afternoon skies. Spreading a warm glow over the city.

I watch as a car leaves out the gates, and I watch the guard, Brett, walk back into the little house he has to keep him sheltered from the sun, rain or whatever the days bring.

 I still feel bad about knocking him out the day I arrived, but it was necessary. I just can't tell him that.

  "Come on Tony! You got to take me to him. I need to apologize, I mean, I knocked him out for fuck sake. And I'm pretty sure, if I just walk down to the guard house and try to speak to him, he's going to tazor me or maybe even shoot me!" I'm looking at Tony with my best impression of puppy dog eyes I can muster. Convincing Tony to escort me to the guard's shelter at the main gate is apparently not as easy as I hoped it would be.

 "Y/N... It's not that big of a deal. He has probably already forgotten what happened, its weeks ago now. Just forget it" he really doesn't seem like he wants to take me down to Brett to apologize. Shit, how do I convince him to do it? "Tony..." I whisper, my voice shaking as my eyes start to water up "... Please! It's a big deal for me. I want him to know, that I'm not really that kind of person. It's not me... not anymore. Please... I don't like to beg, but I am... I'm begging you right now. I need to do this, I need to apologize to Brett".

A single tear fall down my cheek and I quickly wipe it away. I don't want to look weak, but if it helps talking Tony into taking me down there, then so be it.

 He is leaning up against the kitchen counter, arms crossed before his chest as he looks at me with furrowed brows. Looks like I'm not fooling the mighty Iron Man... Dammit. I sigh, and turn around to go to my room again. "Never mind" I mumble as I walk away.

 "Is it really that important to you?" He asks. I turn around to look at him, he hasn't changed his stance. His body language still closed off and his eyes scans me thoroughly.  

"Yes! Yes, it is... I need to show him I'm not a monster!" my eyes widen in hope "Please take me to see him, Tony" He lets his arms fall and push himself off the counter as he sighs dramatically, typical Tony move I've come to learn. But it also means he's given in.

 "Okay Winter Princess, let's go!" he walks towards the elevator and motions for me to follow. "Yes!" I squeal and makes a little jump before I follow him, which makes him chuckle.

 In the elevator ride down to ground level I can't help but to ask "Why do you always use nicknames for us all? I mean... Winter Princess, Capsicle, Legolas and you keep insisting of calling Bucky for Winter Soldier, even though you know he doesn't like to be reminded. I mean, are you that old Tony? So you can't remember our true names?" my one eyebrow is raised and a playful smirk is on my lips. "Should I call you Grandpa Tony?" "Now, now Princess... you are older than me, you know it and I know it, so don't even start!" He gives me one of his famous Stark smiles and I can't help but to giggle.

He makes it so easy to be around him, that I sometimes forget all that has let up to this, to why I'm here. Yeah, Tony has certainly become one of the few people, which can give me a truthful smile on my lips.

"Whatever, Gramps".

"Brandon! My friend! How are you? Good? Good! Listen pal, Y/N really wants to talk to you... to apologize you know. So be a good man and listen to her, I'm getting real tired of hearing her whine about what she did" Tony talks loud and fast, not letting Brett correct him when he called him by the wrong name.

I roll my eyes at Tony, when he talks and pushes me inside the little guard's house. "I'll let the cars in, if someone comes to visit. Now you two just talk it out, and I'll wait right here" he gives me a last shove in to the little room, and closes the door behind him. I can't tell if it's because he wants to give us some privacy, if it's because he is kind of embarrassed of my request to see Brett, or if it is just a typical Tony move, but now here I am... Face to Face with the man I knocked out some time back, to get into the Stark tower. Brett looks a little bewildered as the door closes and calls out "Mr. Stark!" but he gives up and sits back into the chair, looking like he really does not want to be here with me... I can't blame him. "Oh... ehm... I'm sorry, I didn't roll my eyes at you!" I stammer, shifting on my feet "And... I'm sorry he called you Brandon. He's not really good with names". Looking out the window, I see Tony has walked a bit away from the entrance, looking down to his phone, his attention not even close to the gates. So much for him letting cars in. Brett clears his throat and I look at him again, fidgeting nervously with my hands and takes a step towards him. He stiffens and leans back a bit, but visible enough for me to see. He is really not comfortable with me being here. "I'm sorry!" I put up my hands and takes a step back again, bumping in to the little narrow table in front of the window.

"Look, I asked Stark to take me down here to talk to you. I really want to apologize..." as I talk, I slide a bit to the left, so I'm standing in the corner of the little shelter, and looks out to Tony again.

"...He said it didn't matter anymore, that you already knew that I did it because I was desperate... "

I look to Brett and search his eyes, holding his gaze as I continue

"I was desperate, I really was, but I shouldn't have knocked you out like that. I'm truly, truly sorry, and I cannot even begin give you a prober explanation, because, nothing excuses what I did. I'm just... I'm so sorry! I'm not that person anymore... I'm really not!"

 My eyes is locked with his as I keep talking, keep apologizing. I am sorry for what I did, knocking him out and all, but this apology is getting out of hand, I'm just blabbering words to keep him distracted from what I am really doing. My right hand is resting on the table beside me, but my left hand is searching under the table in the corner. I can feel my pulse is rising, as I'm not finding what I'm searching for. I get worried that they might have found it. Was that why Tony was so hesitant to take me down here? did he draw it out, to see how desperate I would get to make him take me? But luckily, as my words starts to dry out, my fingers finally finds what they are searching for, and I almost sigh out loud in relief. I quickly pull it off from under the table and tuck it into the waistline of my pants on the back, as I gaze out the window to see that Tony is still on his phone, now talking to someone, with his back to us. "So... yeah, I'm just... I just... Really wanted to say I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me some day" my eyes fall to the floor and study my feet, looking a bit sad. "Hey man. It's okay!" Brett stands up, but doesn't move "I mean, no, it's not okay that you come here and knock people out. But I've talked to both Steve and Tony about this. They told me why you had to get into the Tower, and to be honest, I wouldn't have believed you if you had just told me the truth. So... I guess you are forgiven. A friend of the Captain is a friend of us all, right?"

He gives me a little smile that doesn't reach his eyes, because they are still filled with a sign of fear.

I guess being a former HYDRA asset really doesn't evoke the most trustworthy feelings with people.

 "But I'm really glad you came all the way down here, to apologize in person. It shows a lot of gut" Brett holds out his hand for me to shake and I do so.

He might not trust me completely, but at least I made peace with what I did to him. And a friendly smile is on both our faces, as he opens the door like a gentleman and shows me out to where Tony is waiting. "So, Princess? Brian? Did you kiss and make up?" Tony walks towards us when he hears the door opens and I look up to Brett, a bit of amusement in my eyes. "Yes Tony... BRETT and I talked, and I got to apologize properly. Thank you for taking me down here, it means a lot". "Good, then let's go back! Pepper just called, she's landing with the copper in 5 minutes and I want to be there to greet her!" He proclaims with big arm movements "And Brad, Good job doing... what you are doing. Keep it up!" Tony waves his hand towards the gate and yet again, I can't help but to roll my eyes at him. Which makes Brett laugh a bit, as he says thank you to his mentally absent boss. I give him a little wave goodbye as Tony and I walk back towards the tower. A smile is spreading on my lips, not only because I apologized to Brett, but because of the little USB memory stick that is now safely tucked into my pants.

Part 9...

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Games - S.M- Part 1

Teacher x student

Y/N will go by Violet.

 It the day before school comes back and unlike most girls who are jumping out of their skins that it’s their first last day back, I’m sitting at my coffee shop, sipping on a caramel latte with cinnamon on top, weird combination but nice. I’m sitting here, the end of my reading glasses sits in my mouth while I flip the pages of my book – they were annoying me. I hear the bell of the coffee shop and I easily ignore it. many people come in here and whilst I’m friendly with most I don’t like many.

“why isn’t it vile violet” croons a voice I know all too well, like rock against stone. Evangeline. And her twin sister Tatum. They are identical and the only difference is Evangeline has platinum silver hair and Tatum has ash blonde hair.

“I’m sorry which one are you again?” I say not looking up from my book. I know this will annoy them. Pretending not to know which one is which pisses them off.

“only first day back, vile. Don’t get on my bad side” She seethes out.

“you only have one side and its bitch” I say sipping on my coffee. “now if you don’t mind I’d like to read my book” I never glanced back up at them and I don’t know.

“sure get back to the only friends you’ve got” Tatum pipes up.

“shut up blondie. At least people respect me” I’m talking about her reputation to sleep around. There’s no point in hiding that she’s slept with half our grade.

“please the dirt on the bottom on my shoe has more respect then you” see seethes and pushes past her sister.

“it disgusts me that you have such privileged dirt on your shoes then” I get up having enough and take my coffee with me.

“leaving already?” Evangeline’s laughs.

“unlike you 2 twats I have somewhere I need to be” I close the coffee shop behind me and walk off

I actually don’t have anywhere to be, but I’ve decided that maybe I’ll go watch a movie at the cinemas instead. The only movie they have is the Scorch trials and I’m okay to watch that and see Dylan O’Brien’s face again.

I buy one ticket from the boy behind the counter, he goes to my school I think his name is Anthony. I get a popcorn and a coke off him and sit in my seat waiting till it begins. I’m probably a quarter the way through the popcorn when someone addresses me.

“hey sorry miss, I think you’re in my seat” the voice is like honey flowing off a spoon.

“oh my bad” I go to get up and move.

“don’t worry about moving, I don’t think many more people are coming. Is it cool if I sit with you?” he asks gently. He’s quite attractive. I nod my head to him.

“here by yourself” I ask grabbing a handful of popcorn.

“sure am, what about you?” in this light I can see that he has chocolate brown hair.

“narh, my I friend is sitting next to me can’t you see her?” I say this all with a straight face. I watch the boy’s face fall and gain a worried and confused expression. I laugh. “I’m  by myself” I say again to him.

“you know I was a little worried then” he says smiling shaking his head. “that maybe this place was haunted or I had sat next to some pretty psychotic girl, no offense” he adds quickly.

“you should have seen your face and trust me all girls are a little psychotic” I laugh. the movie begins and we shush down and watch.

He laughs at me when I jump through the movies and I scold him for it jokingly. Once the movie is over. We both exit and we start talking about the movie.

“do you want to go get coffee?” he asks smoothly.

“I just had a coffee” I reply.

“how about a walk in a park” he tries again.

“sounds little creepy, little murderish” I say honestly.

“um how about we get more popcorn and sit on that bench right there and talk” he says pointing to the bench just outside.

“I’m down for that” I reply laughing.

 after hours of talking to him, I learn that his name is Shawn, he just graduated I tell him I’m on my last year. I also he is starting his first job tomorrow and that he loves music. I tell him I need to go home and he offers to drive. I kindly decline his offer. But he tells me he would at least like to see me again. I offer him my number and when I go, he places a kiss on my cheek and I blush. Not a little blush like a red burning blush.

“sorry if that was to straight forward” he murmurs. I look at him, and quickly lean in and peck him on the mouth. “now what if I got some weird fascination to you like a murderer?” he laughs and I laugh back.

“I carry a tazor” I laugh and leave him there.

 The next day begins and I’m tired. I’ve been tossing and turning all night long. I know something is coming and I don’t know what and it concerns me. I dressed in simple ripped black jeans and a ripped t-shirt with a jacket over the top. I couldn’t care what I look like. I pull my messy fiery orange hair into a messy bun and start off to school.

 “apparently there’s a new teacher today” one of the girls whispers to me. Now I may not be popular but I’m well connected. I’m the bitchy nerd. The girl who has seamlessly been here forever.

“I wonder what he looks like?” I tell them. Turned around in my seat to face them.

“I know he teaches music, English and can substitute drama” Carter says to my right.

“I’m concerned that you know all that. We’ve only been here 15 minutes” I say starring wide eyed at her.

“don’t underestimate me” she smiles. Everyone goes silent and I can hear that footsteps have entered the room.

I’ve noticed everyone has turned around at him. now I may be the bitchy nerd. but I’m not a good girl.

“if you could please turn around miss, that would be much appreciated” the voice calls, I know its directed at m. but something feels off. Something feels awfully familiar in that sing song voice. I turn around really fast. In the front of the classroom leaning against his desk is Shawn. His face is locked in a neutral stare but I can see in his eyes that he is purely surprised.

“shit” I say under my breath. Alarm bells are ringing in my head.

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