#and swinging poles and nearly concussing one another

[cloggedarteri]

yall think gladio was

a home depot dad?

or

a lowes dad?

either way he's gonna be nursing a headache as he watches prompto and noctis knock over equipment WHEN HE SPECIFICALLY TOLD THEM BOTH TO STOP TOUCHING SHIT

i know gladio forced the boys to come with him and now hes paying the price without his wife to mediate

ignis coincidently is back home taking a 'me-day'...as he should being the hard-working mom he is

[marshmallowprotection]

more saeyoung causing havoc in a playground: so my neighborhood playground has one of these things (apparently it's called funnel ball? i never even knew what it was lol) and one of my friends once scaled the pole and sat in the basket for a bit and saeyoung would 100% do stuff like that. i can also see him climbing on top of the swing set by climbing the chain (another thing I've seen my friend do)

honestly he'd probably climb everything he's not supposed to climb on just because he can. i can also see him getting on one of those rocking animal things, getting too much force behind it, throwing himself off it on accident and nearly giving himself a concussion. he also wants saeran to get on the seesaw with him and he WILL while and pout until he does.

Saeyoung is unstoppable. If he gets an idea in his head, then he is going to make sure that that idea plays through. It doesn't matter if it seems impossible, he wants to give it a shot. After all, just because it seems impossible doesn't mean that it's actually impossible. So, what I mean by that is, do not let him go near the monkey bars because he has been trying to do things upside down for the past 20 minutes and I'm worried about the blood flow to his head.

[kakushigo]

@redwolf41-blog​ Love me.  😇

When it comes to the Green Dragon Gang, they have enemies in nearly every corner of Shanghai.  An unfortunate side effect of being one of the most successful gangs in Shanghai.  Rival gangs are always looking for some weakness to take advantage of, so that they might slay the dragon and take its place. When Bai Youning was younger, it was her that they would go after.  And so she learned to defend herself.  Bai Youning didn’t often get into fights, but when she did, they always ended in her favor.  Then came Qiao Chusheng, a child from the streets that Mr. Bai had declared his right hand.  But this too was no weakness.  His title of the Number One Warrior Attendant was not just for show- he was brutal, he was efficient, and he never left anyone alive that he didn’t want to be alive.

They still tested him regularly, at a loss for what to do.  And they had believed themselves to be lucky once, when no one in the underworld heard from the First Warrior Attendant for three days.  And then he reappeared, to the disappointment of every enemy of the Green Dragon Gang.  Shortly after that, a new weakness came to light.  

A stock broker at the foreign bank of Sassoon, by the name of Lu Yao, was favored by both Mr. Bai and Qiao Si.  He was, in a day, put in control of much of Mr. Bai’s personal account, to the displeasure of Mr. Sassoon. But he was a genius unlike any other and soon it wasn’t just Mr. Bai who trusted the man’s advice.  With so many high profile visitors, it soon became impossible for even Mr. Bai’s lieutenants to vet them all.  Which is when these rival gangs struck.

Kautilya says, “The enemy of my enemy is my friend.” This holds true, even for temporary gang alliances.  It was not one enemy of the Green Dragon Gang that conspired in the kidnapping of Lu Yao, but many.  One to distract the guards that Mr. Bai has placed around the man, another to physically kidnap the man, and yet another to get him from the bank to the docks, where they were going to show him the hospitality of Shanghai.

It only for an hour for news to reach Qiao Chusheng that Lu Yao had been taken.  At that same time, Bai Qili and every Lieutenant of the Green Dragon Gang is informed that Mr. Lu’s whereabouts are unknown, but they will try to find him.  Qiao Chusheng stands, looking to his boss.  Bai Qili merely nods, and Qiao Chusheng grabs his jacket as he leaves the house.  Discussion of transporting assets to and from other holds of the Green Dragon Gang can be dealt with without Qiao Chusheng.  He will not stand idly by while YaoYao is missing.

The current situation Lu Yao found himself in was one he rather expected, but had hoped to avoid anyways.  Waking up with an inability to see and the tell tale symptoms of concussive force to the back of his head- he’d been kidnapped and these ones had been a little less polite that Jiang Ziping.  Chusheng was going to owe him a new suit.  A nice one.  Assuming he survived.

He was at a disadvantage though.  He was tied to a chair, arms bound behind him and legs tied down to the legs.  Plus the bag over his head which prevented him from taking stock of where he was and trying to escape.  Sure, he wasn’t as good as Chusheng at fighting, but he could run.  That would hopefully be enough.

The bag over his head (rough texture- smelled faintly of rice) was pulled off his head and Lu Yao automatically squeezed his eyes shut, flinching away from the sudden light as it made his head throb even worse.  It also informed everyone holding him captive that he was awake and aware.  Definitely a mistake, going from their chuckles.

He finally managed to crack one eye open- just in time to see a man swing a wooden pole at him from the corner of his eye.  It made contact with his arm, right at his elbow, causing an explosion of pain.  He screamed. 

“Aww, seems Qiao Si’s little pet hasn’t learned how to hold his tongue.”  One of the other men taunted, sauntering closer to grab Lu Yao’s face.  He tried to jerk his head out of their hands (rough- the callouses where consistent with heavy knife use and a pistol), but their grip was firm yet.  “Want me to cut it out?”

Lu Yao is not ashamed to admit he whimpered, which caused another round of laughter.  “Nah, I bet he’ll keep screaming nice and pretty for us while we wait for his boy to show up.”  The man holding Lu Yao’s jaw nods, slapping Lu Yao’s face after letting go of it and proceeding to wander out of his vision.

This is some unspoken cue that they’re all free to play with their captive, Lu Yao supposes, because he can feel the bite of leather against his bound arms and he screams out in pain.  “I wonder what we’ll get in trade for him?”  The man with the belt asks, breath hot against Lu Yao’s ear as he yanks Lu Yao’s head by his hair.  The angle is uncomfortable, but Lu Yao could live with it if it wasn’t for the rank smell of their breath.  Lu Yao opens his mouth to answer only to have a disgusting tasting rag shoved in his mouth.  There’s the taste of oil soaked into a fabric and Lu Yao knows this will ruin his taste buds for days.  

Not what he should be worrying about right now, but it distracts him from the fact he’s helpless as the mercy of gangsters who aren’t as nice as Chusheng.

“My boss is hoping for that chemical plant.”  Another one mused.  There was a hit to the side of Lu Yao’s head and he felt something cold drip down the side of his face and he couldn’t hear anything from that side anymore.  In terror, Lu Yao tried to buck against the bounds again, only to get hit in the same spot and he crumpled back to the chair.

“Mine says Boss Bai has too many fingers in too many pies- he wants to take Mr. Bai’s position on the school board.”  Another said and from Lu Yao’s one remaining ear, he heard the sound of water.  Lu Yao was terrified of what was next.  Freezing cold water (thankfully from the tap- they were close to the docks that it could’ve been from the river) was poured over his head.  Immediately, he broke out in goosebumps and he shivered.  He just wanted Chusheng to storm through the doors and rescue him.  Anytime would be good.

The men continued to talk this way, never stopping their torture of Lu Yao.  Some kept to simply beating him- his head, neck, legs, and arms were all fair game.  Others had whips and belts, leaving welts.  Someone put out a cigar on Lu Yao’s inner thigh.  At some point he bit his tongue.   Hot tears rolled down his face as they broke his fingers and he beg through the gag, but their only reply was more laughter.  

Finally, one of them was a little too rough and hit Lu Yao right over the previous injury that had knocked him out.  He was out like a light, much to the disappointment of his captors, who didn’t find him nearly as fun to play with when he didn’t react.

Unconscious as he was. he missed all his kidnappers being taken out by a calm, efficient team dressed in fine suits and armed with pistols.  He certainly missed later, when Qiao Chusheng stormed to the dockhouse to find Lu Yao gone and everyone who had hurt him dead.

[aurora-the-kunoichi]

Aftermath Part 3 - The Meeting

Sorry for the delay in the release of this next part. Mun has found herself lacking in motivation in writing. I hope you enjoy the next installment in my apocalyptic TMNT story. 

Raphael and Reader

Everything hurt; even your eyelids ached, throbbing red flashes of pain as you tried to peel them open to see where you were, this wasn’t normal. What was going on, why did…..oh….OH….it was coming back in vivid angry snaps of memory. You were fighting off those men on the roof, who came unannounced and dead set on bringing you back to someone, to break you? Those assholes almost had you too before those four giant turtle men came, distracting them. The red banded one’s face flashed before your eyes concerned etched in his features. He had tried to save your dumb ass as you stumbled back in shock. The rotted out opening in the roof, how could you have not been aware of your surroundings? You could hear your mother scolding you in the back of your mind. Idiot!

As the world came rushing back you heard voices, male voices, not good. The fear bubbling up from your gut hoped it wasn’t those men you had encountered on the roof, prayed in fact, which you hadn’t done in years.

“I think she’s coming around?”

“Dudes, you think she’s gonna freak?”

“Can you get back nutball? She’s gonna freak if she wakes up and your ugly mug is inches from her fucking face.”

“Raphael can you please watch your language. We have a guest.”

As the light pierced your vision green became the forefront. Once, twice you blinked as the green blurry masses came into focus. Crystal clear they became, large muscle bound shelled behemoths just a few feet from where you lay. In the back of your mind you had hoped they were a figment of your imagination as you tumbled to your doom, but the four very large, very real man turtles stood around you.

The tallest of the four seemed to be concerned the most, his brown eyes moving behind a tattered purple mask and a pair of tech goggles sat upon his green bald forehead. His upper body well-muscled was sans clothing except for suspenders littered with multicolored patches and an arm band which seemed to hold a working tablet. He had a pack on the back of his shell and a small solar panel perched on the top with a weird pole attached to its side, it looked electric? From what you could see of his lower half he was wearing black cargo pants that held an array of gadgets and unknown gizmos strapped to his narrow hips. His left arm despite green with scales was covered in several all black tattoos that went from his shoulder cap to his pointer finger. His right arm had a nasty looking scar around his bicep, the green scaled flesh faded to white scar tissue reaching from mid bicep to his armpit. By the looks of the damage he had nearly lost it.

The one next to him was the smallest of the bunch but did not lack in bulk, his eyes were a brilliant light blue outlined in orange fabric. The front of his plastron looked carved in intricate designs, scrolling from the top left to the bottom right, but to your trained eye you could see the designs were hiding a long deep gash that had to have been painful to endure. His whole right arm down to the middle of his open side was drenched in vivid pigment and abstract watercolors. Along with a brightly colored octopus on his left shoulder, tentacles running up towards his throat to around his collar bone. His lower half was covered with brown shorts and knee pads and what looked like homemade shoes for his massive feet. And hanging on each swaying hip were a pair of fucking nunchaku?! Nunchaku?

The third was the second shortest but by the way he held himself he was very important, maybe the leader?  His green crown was wrapped in blue silhouetting his vibrant ocean blue eyes, he definitely oozed control. The top of his plastron had the same intricate detailed carvings covering what looked like a jagged gash across his chest moving from the left to just past the middle of the boney plates. The difference in his carvings was the indents looked blackened, enhancing the artwork, making it pop. Across his broad chest sat what look like a holster, black leather with dark blue embroidering running the length of the strap. His lower half was covered by black pants with knee pads protecting his joints with a strap around his left thigh holding an array of blades.

The last was the brute, not quite the tallest but definitely the one who worked out the most. A red bandana covered his whole head draping down to cover the back of his thick neck. His biceps were bigger than your head with dense muscles shifting under the green flesh as he palmed a half eaten apple in his right fist. His plastron had the most carvings covering nearly all his front breast plates besides the lower left section. His wide hips held a belt that slung lazily holding a set of red sais. His bulky legs were covered in dark green camo pants tattered and worn from years of abuse. His feet also adorned specially made footwear because you had never seen such gigantic black boots in your life. You wondered who the shoemaker of the group was.

Slowly you braced your hands under your back and sat up eyeing each mutant warily.

“Careful now, you got a pretty nasty concussion when you fell. Take it nice and easy.” The tall purple one yelped reaching for you out of reflex. When you recoiled, his face fell into a deep frown and stepped back out of your personal space.

You didn’t feel like you were in danger but that didn’t mean that you weren’t. You’re first interaction with humans in 10 years had left a sour taste in your mouth. But these four weren’t really human, were they?

“Umm….did you set up your rig, it’s quite impressive?” the tall one asked obviously trying to break the tense moment between you all. “How did you get the engine to take the solar power?”

You were about to say something but the horror of it hit you, your truck and camper! How long had you been out? Someone could steal all your hard work! Then you’d be stuck here!

The one in blue must have sensed your inner panic and lifted his large green hands in a non threatening manner. “Hey, hey miss calm down. Your truck and camper are safe; it’s down here with us. After you fell and we dispatched Donovan’s men, we brought you and your vehicle down here where they can’t get to it. The reason Donnie is asking because he got to drive it and hasn’t stopped talking about your work for almost 3 hours.”

“Down here? Donnie? Where are we? Who are you? Why did you help me? Donovan’s men?”

“Whoa whoa whoa there, that’s a lot of questions.” The red one chuckled taking another healthy bite from the apple. “By the way, thanks for the apple.” He winked finishing the sweet flesh in one final crunch. “It’s been years since I’ve had one.”

“God damnit Raph.” The purple one moaned in frustration hold his head in his hands. When he lifted his face you could have sworn his green cheeks had a red tint to them. “I’m sorry miss; you are in the sewers below what used to be New York City. I’m Donatello aka Donnie. This one here..” he wrapped his arm around the small but bulky orange banded one pulling him closer. “Is Michelangelo and he’s the youngest of us all.”

“You can call me Mikey though.” Michelangelo winked reaching his hand out for a knuckle bump.

His large knuckles were massive and highly scarred, like he had lived a very hard life. Which from the looks of their battle worn bodies was true for all of them? Reluctantly you lifted your hand and completed the bump to his very apparent excitement. His blue eyes shone bright as he leaned further into Donatello gracing you with a large white smile that warmed your soul.

The blue one stepped forward and bowed slightly, “I am Leonardo, and I’m the eldest of my three brothers and the leader of our clan. The one who took an apple without permission is Raphael, my second in command and 2nd oldest. I apologize for his rudeness, but I must confess we all were a little excited seeing fresh fruit and vegetables. It’s been a while since we’ve seen, let alone consumed any. We live underground but Mikey had a garden set up on a roof top not too far from here, but it kept getting looted. Soon there was nothing left to regrow because seeds grew scarce and no left-over parts of the food to replant. It was a major disappointment to all of us. How have you managed to grow them after all this time?”

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed you rested on you cracked your neck and took a deep breath. “Ummm, my name is Y/N, yes I set up the rig, been working on it for years. I’m not from New York, let’s just say I’m from somewhere with a lot of land. I’m here scavenging for parts. My parents were preppers so when everything went down and I lost everyone, I had enough skill set to be able to survive.” And there it was, like an idiot with no filter you word vomited too much information to four complete strangers who were the first to be nice to you in ten years. “I have an extensive garden at home as well as live stock…..fuck.”

All four of them chuckled as you spewed word after word at an alarming rate. In fact they were surprised they could understand you at all with how fast you were talking. Donnie lowered his goggles and saw just how fast your heart rate was and the temp of your body rising rapidly. He began to worry if this was too much for you?

“You’re having a panic attack aren’t you? Are we too much for you or have you been alone all this time and not use to this much social interaction in one day?” he asked quickly stepping towards you still keeping an eye on the red flush drenching your cheeks.

Looking to your hands you saw them shaking and your lungs, Jesus Christ they felt like they were being squeezed from the inside. And let’s not talk about your heart, it felt like it was trying to hammer straight through your chest. Your fingers curled in your shirt clutching at your thumping breast. “Is that was this is? A panic attack? I feel like I’m dying…”

Soon you felt two hands, two very large hands on your shoulders holding you steady before you tumbled back from the bed you were perched upon. Golden green eyes and red flooded your vision and a musky scent of engine oil and leather invaded your senses.

Raphael was inches from your face, his massive body so close you could feel the heat radiating off his pebbled flesh. He smelled of masculinity and something rough, you could taste it on your tongue and it traveled to your belly warming it pleasantly. “Look at me, listen to my voice.” The rumble from his deep voice vibrated fluidly through the little space between you. Seeping into your pores and headed straight to the apex of your thighs. He smelled of trouble, the best kind of trouble.

“Deep breaths now, we ain’t gonna hurt ya.”

God he smelled good, you took slow deep pulls of his scent and found everything slowing down, your heart, your lungs and the whole damn room around you. All you could see was his face and the slow creeping smile that revealed his white teeth and the pink tip of his tongue bit between them.

“Do ya feel better now?”

Another hard swallow and you suddenly because aware your hand was now resting on the boney plates of his warm plastron. Why did it feel so comforting to touch him? Yep you were in trouble, so much trouble.

 All my works

@blossom-skies​

[aquaticalay]

Centurion .Chapter Nine.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sequel to For Something Greater

Summary: (Y/n) is an active duty Navy SEAL Commander, the first and only woman to ever become a SEAL. After successfully stopping a genocide with the help of the Avengers, she becomes a bridge between the military and the earth's mightiest heroes. But even as her relationship with Bucky grows, she decides not to tell him about the nightmares and trauma that haunt her. Both their secrets begin to unravel when Bucky accidentally stumbles upon a piece of dangerous information about (Y/n) that she must never find out about.

Genre: Action, Drama, Romance

Warning/s for the series: cursing, violence, death, eventual smut, PTSD

Warning/s for the chapter: violence, a little blood

Word count: 2.6k

Note: The plot is heavily inspired by the song 'in the dark' by Bring Me The Horizon, and 'Mercy' by Muse. So yeah, go listen to it if you want to :)))  I'll post a new chapter every two days.

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THIS IS A SEQUEL TO 'FOR SOMETHING GREATER.' IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THAT, THE MASTERLIST IS IN MY BIO.

TRIGGER WARNING! THIS SERIES REVOLVES AROUND POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER. (Including, but not limited to: anxiety/panic attacks, extreme mood swings , nightmares, intrusive thoughts, insomnia, irritability, hypervigilance, and hyperarousal)

When Bucky told to you go to the second floor, you did not complain. You did as you were told. This lab that belonged to the Winter Soldier’s former handler, after all. You trust that he knows better than you did on this one.

You ascended up the flight of stairs, every step seemingly colder than the one before. Upstairs wasn’t much different from what you saw at the lower level. Stainless steel equipments and pyrex test tubes covered in translucent white cloth decorated the tables. The windows were boarded up so not much light was allowed in. The only things there that were not downstairs were two big empty tubes that extended from a table all the way up to the ceiling, almost like pods. You stop to wonder what those are for, but only for a second.

If the Navy SEAL wanted to come here for a rescue mission, they would come home empty handed. There was nothing important here. Hell, you didn’t even see any signs of life at all. This building was almost falling apart. It must’ve been abandoned for at least half a decade. 

You scanned the room for Sam, or for any signs of Petrov, even under the tables and behind doors, but your effort found no results. 

You sweeped for clues one more time, then two more times just to be sure, but it was the same. You found absolutely nothing. As you were just about to down you hear a tiny squeak from a cupboard on the far corner of the room. The sound was small, but not too small for you. Your enhanced hearing had no problem picking it up. You looked back, eyeing the cupboard.

Stupid! You thought to yourself. How could you now have checked there before?

The cupboard was tall and wide enough to hide a human body. If Sam was anywhere in this rusting lab, he’d be there. 

“Sam?” You whispered loudly, pointing your flashlight and walking towards the slightly opened cupboard. Your eyebrows furrowed when the door that was open slowly shut closed. Someone was inside.

Was someone hiding?

You tried to open the door, but it felt like someone was holding it back. 

Flashlight in hand, you took a deep breath before ripping the door open with your full strength, trying to catch whoever was hiding inside by surprise.

Inside the cupboard was a hooded figure, a black bandana covering half of their face. With an advantage, you grabbed their neck before they could get a hold of their gun.

You hit your flashlight to their head to cause a concussion, but they anticipated your move and blocked your hit with their forearm.

The flashlight slipped off your hand and in front of your feet. Thinking quickly, you kicked the flashlight away. With your super soldier sight, you were able to see the outline of the hooded figure clearly under the slight glow to the moon shine that slipped into the small gaps of the covered window, but the hooded figure, if they were human, would not have the same advantage. They would only see shadows, which means they’d be left in the near complete dark.

You kicked the gut of the hooded figure, but before you could press your feet to their chest, they scrambled up and got hold of their gun.

Your eyes widened when they started shooting blindly. A bullet ricocheted off a bulletproof steel surface and through one of the pods, and another went straight out the window. 

You saw the outline of their arm and grabbed their wrist, kneeing their stomach, making them cough.

You forced the gun out of their hand, and you felt the figure’s fist hit your cheekbones harshly, then smash a short metal pole on your head. You felt a good amount of blood trickle from your forehead and into your mouth. The red liquid tasted metallic. You were dizzy because of the impact, the room spinning from your view as you try to grasp reality. The figure took advantage of your disorientation and put you in a chokehold between their arm.

“(Y/n)!” Bucky called, his voice coming from downstairs, accompanied by fast and loud footsteps heading up. He must’ve heard the gunshots.

“(Y/n)?” Said the figure, their distraught voice muffled under the bandana mask. Feeling their grip loosen, claw your way out, yanking their hand violently away from your throat, slightly rolling forward, forcing the figure's back to hit the floor. The figure groaned in pain.

You quickly stood and grabbed your gun, pointing it to the figure just as Bucky arrived. He pointed his flashlight at the same direction. “You okay, doll?” He breathed out heavily.

“M’fine,” you managed to say, wiping the blood from the side of your head. "Stand up, hands in the air!" you shouted to the figure, and they complied.

The figure froze, hands on the sides of their head. Something was familiar about them. What was it?

“Who are you?” Bucky demanded. You narrowed your eyes. “Wait,” you said.

The figure pulled their bandana mask down. Her small eyes, long nose, and thin lips were clearer now, as well as the diamond face she had.

Wait a minute. It was… Naomi Tanaka. What was she doing here?”

“Naomi?” You asked, coming closer. There was a trace of blood on the corners of her mouth, probably because of you. “Yeah,” she answered, pulling down her hood to reveal her medium raven black hair, “It’s me.”

Bucky tilted his head inquisitively, as if asking whether or not you really know this person. You nod approvingly, sheathing back your gun in your holster.

You moved closer to her, shook her hand and hugged her, “Don’t do that again, okay?” You managed to let out a chuckle, and she mirrored your gestures. “Then don’t punch me first, sister,” She said to you, the endearing term was one she had used on you since bootcamp, one you had particularly missed. 

It was hard to believe the two of you nearly killed each other blindly.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, pulling away from her embrace. She shook her head, “I could ask the same to the two of you.”

You raised an eyebrow slightly, “You came here against orders, too?”

She nodded, “I won’t tell if you don’t,” she told you, “A favor for a favor.”

A small smile curled on your mouth, “Fair enough.”

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Bucky quipped, his posture easing. Naomi held out a hand for Bucky to shake. “Naomi Tanaka,” she introduced herself, “I met (Y/n) in the Navy bootcamp. Now I work for SOCOM.”

“Right,” Bucky said, “I’m Bucky Barnes.”

Tanaka gave the lightest laugh, “I know that, but I didn’t know the two of you were…” her gaze averted between the two of you, and she didn’t have to finish her sentence for you to know what she meant. She probably heard him call you ‘doll,’ and that’s how she knew. 

“Yeah, it’s like that,” you shrugged, trying to change the topic. “What are you here for?” You asked.

“Project Mercy,” she said shortly and without thinking. you knew she was telling the truth. She didn’t have to lie to you. She trusted you that much. She continued, “There’s something they’re not telling me about the body you brought in from Ukraine. And you? Why are you here?”

You opened your mouth to say that you were looking for the exact same thing, but Bucky’s words were faster. “We’re searching for Sam Wilson,” he told Naomi.

Oh, you realized. He’s protecting the Avengers. Project Mercy was the military’s problems, not the Avenger’s. He doesn’t trust Naomi enough to tell her, and you respected that decision. You nodded at his words.

“He’s not here,” Naomi shook her head confidently, “I checked everywhere. Now if you excuse me—" she walked passed you and descended down the stairs, “-I’m going to search the cabinet files for ‘Mercy.’ 

“Right behind you, sister,” you announced, following her footsteps. Bucky was left upstairs in a state of panic. He froze in his steps.

Bucky had managed to tidy his mess on the filing cabinets, including putting the key back into the cabinet. If Naomi Tanaka find the key and the box, she’s going to know that someone recently took it. The signs were clear, and it all pointed to him. 

They couldn’t know. You couldn’t find out.

He looked around the room, and a medium-sized sack labeled ‘N2H4O3’ caught his eye.

Ammonium Nitrate. A highly explosive chemical, used as an oxidizer.

He grabbed the bag and ripped it open, small salt-like particles pouring out. It was enough to make a decent explosion and start a fire. He spilled it all on the floor.

Now he needed fuel.

He saw a bottle of zinc dust somewhere. He remembered it, and grabbed it from the corner of rack on the middle table, mixing some of the silver zinc power to the ammonium nitrate. He also grabbed ammonium chloride to mix in the pile.

“You okay up there, Buck?” You shouted to him. 

Bucky was trying to move as fast as he could, beads of sweat trickling down his forehead. “I’m on my way down,” Bucky lied.

The chemicals aren’t combusting. Not yet, because they’re not mixing properly. They needed a liquid to react.

Water. He needed water.

Bucky grabbed a small glass and filled it with running water from the dirty sink. The water came out slowly, but he only needed a little, at least enough to spark a combustion. He got enough.

He poured the water on the pile of chemicals on the floor, and soon after, it started to sizzle. The water made it easier for the ions to hit each other and start an explosive chemical reaction.

Soon enough, gas filled the room. It would be a matter of seconds before it exploded.

Just as the makeshift chemical pile was about to combust, Bucky started to second guess his actions. Had he made too much?

He ran down the stairs, genuine worry in his voice.

“I accidentally tripped an alarm!” He shouted a convincing lie. By the time he got to you, the smoke did, too. “What?” You tried to process his words, eyes widened when you smelled smoke.

Naomi was about to get to the Mercy file, Bucky’s panicked declaration and the spreading explosive scent stopped her.

“I accidentally tripped an alarm,” he repeated, “I think I triggered a chemical combustion trap!”

Naomi let out a long string of curses, “Let’s get out of here!”

“The file!” You shouted, but Naomi knew that your lives were more important than any sort of information, “We’ll come back for them later!” 

“Let’s go,” Bucky urged, and you nodded. 

You and Bucky headed for the door that lead to the sewers, the door that was your entry point. Tanaka was only a few steps behind you. At you opened the door, a loud boom was heard, and the impact of the explosion pushed you and Bucky tumbling harshly down the stairs. 

You getting up. "Naomi!" You shouted, "where is she?"

"She—," Buck coughed, smoke filling the air. "She was behind us."

Without hesitation, you raced up the stairs, and you saw Tanaka struggling, her feet stuck in the door.

Thee explosion caused the wall of fire to rage in the lab, and a flame was creeping behind her. She had to be freed quickly unless she wanted to be swallowed by the heat.

The door was stuck, but you were able to pry it open with your super soldier strength. 

"Can you walk?" You asked.

"No," she cried, wincing in pain, "My ankle is broken."

You wasted no time and draped her arm over your shoulders. You carried her down, where Bucky was anxiously waiting. When he saw you carrying Tanaka, he helped you by draping her other arm across his own shoulders, and both of you managed to carry her all the way to the quinjet.

Bucky opened the hatch, and you lead Tanaka inside. You laid her on the med table. You gave her a shot of lidocaine, a local anaesthetic, to numb the pain of her broken joint. Quickly, you elevated her leg and treated her ankle. It was bad enough that she couldn't walk, but not too bad. It didn't need surgery, and she would need a few weeks to heal completely.

"Is it okay?" She asked while you put a cast around it.

"Not that bad," you told her, "But you still need a crutch. We have one here."

You let her rest for sometime. While she laid down, you changed and so did Bucky.

After handing Tanaka her crutches, you lended some of your clothes to her, and she accepted. It was a little too tight on her, but not by a lot. 

She changed into a jacket and you got a trench coat. Bucky, on the other hand, wore a hoodie. Bucky tended to your wounds soon after, especially the nasty wound from Tanaka's punch. He managed to stop the blood from streaming and bandaged it up properly with a first aid kit.

After you were done, the three of you went into town through the streets, back to Petrov's address to see if you could salvage anything from the lab. You walked slower than you usually would, slowing down for Tanaka. She was still getting used to the crutches.

When you arrived, it was too late. Petrov’s lab has already been reduced to ashes. You watched from the corner of the street, trying to pass as regular civilians.

There was no point in going back, as there was nothing to come back to, nothing you could salvage.

The fire fighters was just finishing up, the flame almost completely gone. There were no casualties, but everything was gone. All the files were burnt, and the glasses were broken. You considered this a complete failure. 

If only you had been faster.

Bucky looked at you from the corner of his eye, his metal arm covered in his pocket. His human arm held yours, fingers tightly linking together.

You were okay, and that was all he needed to know. The files that he had taken were left inside the quinjet, hidden inside his tactical uniform. He didn’t know where he was going to put it, but he will find a way, somehow. He has to.

He pulled you closer to him, until his arm was circled around your waist. Your head nestled on his shoulder, leaning your body on him. He didn’t care that Naomi Tanaka was just a few feet away, he needed to reassure you that you were going to be okay.

“I should’ve been faster. I could’ve gotten the files,” you said, voice laced with guilt.

Bucky frowned. “I tripped the alarm, babydoll,” he tried to maintain the lie, “It was my fault.”

“No,” you shook your head, “You couldn’t have known about the bomb.”

Bucky frowned again, this time it was because of the guilt you felt that was rightfully his. He had hurt Tanaka, after all, who was innocent in all this.

You felt Bucky’s thumb rubbing comforting circles to your side. “We’re safe, okay?” He reassured, “That’s all that matters.”

“Let’s get to the jet,” Tanaka interrupted your moment, oblivious that it was even happening. You raised your eyebrows,”What’s going on?”

“We need to get to Madrid," said Tanaka urgently, "I promised to meet an informant there in—" she checked her watch— "four hours. He claims to know where Sam wilson is."

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It Wasn’t the First Time

Jun x Reader

Chapter 2

Mild language

Mafia AU

1662 words

Chapters: 1, 2, 3

enjoy its probably crap but that’s okay

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    The sight you woke up to was the same one it had been for the past two years: a blank ceiling with a thin long crack traveling from your overhead lamp to above you solitary window. But any ceiling cracked or not was better than no ceiling at all. Your eyes traced their way along the familiar scraggly path. You hated waking up back in your run down apartment, it reminded you of what you’ve had to to do to keep a decrepit roof over your head. You had been raised with morals after all. From an upstanding middle class family; your parents always told you to work for what you wanted; stealing was wrong. Now you stole for work for what you needed. That was a loophole right? Not one your parents would be proud of.

    Staring blankly for a moment before getting up you went to make yourself some coffee, the only fuel your half awake body could take in the morning. You had yet to turn on the room lights, allowing the bit of streaming morning sunlight to filter through as you sipped at your drink. As you held the mug in your hands, you fingered at a chip on the lip of the cup. You had one and a half sets of plate and silverware. Only two plates with one cup and a single  coffee mug. Your employer had paid you fairly well for this last parcel but you never felt comfortable spending it on anything you didn’t actually need. Who needs more plates than people in a lonely apartment. You never had company.

    Inconsistent money was all your job had to offer. A great job you had; no skills you could flaunt to future employers for obvious reasons and no steady income, in fact, you could remember after your first major paycheck, back when you thought the weasel who paid you off might have some kind of loyalty or humanity, you had gone five months without a single message about a job. You had come dangerously close to eviction that time and had learned a valuable lesson: rely on no one. Especially not the tall grease weasel.

    Thinking of him, you glanced at your cheap mobile. His behavior yesterday was off putting-- not that you were worried, but for such a carefree guy, it was odd.

    ‘Stop thinking of the asshole. He’s always been weird. Don’t let him ruin your day off.’ You ignored the pit in your stomach and looked out the window. From your view you could see the street and laundromat you went to when you had to. The neighborhood wasn’t nice but it was clean. This was the place you ended up in after leaving your family for “bigger and better things”. Your parents hadn’t supported or bought into your unrealistic dream, you shouldn’t have either. You left your small town with little opportunities to become a music writer. You had wanted to fulfill your dreams in the big city. So much for striking out on your own to become a capable, successful adult. You were scraping by on stolen goods.

    When you were younger you used to play piano and guitar well. You could carry enough of a tune to not make anyone’s ears bleed and get the melody across. Music writing just seemed right to you. You never wanted a big spot light, but you were creative and knew you had talent. So you moved away from sheltering strict parents to make it big time. Well at least you could say you managed to stay out of the spotlight-- a somewhat important part of you job. You scoffed slightly at the irony. You continued to sip coffee watching the nearly empty street.

    Your phone vibrated on your countertop.

From Weasel: [Be ready in 10 pack only essentials] -- 8:47 am

    Your eyes widened at the message. Be ready? To leave? Why?

    Your employer had never asked anything like this of you. He had also never spoken so straight to the point with you. Even though you were questioning the whole thing, the nerves that tied your stomach in a knot got you moving. You started scrambling to collect essentials like toothpaste and toiletries, stuffing those along with some clothes into a duffel bag. Just as you were looking around to see if there was anything you forgot you looked down at yourself to realize you hadn’t changed out of your sleeping clothes. Quickly going to your closet for one more outfit, you pulled a shirt over your head and shimmied into your pants. Just as you were putting on your second tennis shoe a loud banging came from the other side of your door.

    Suspecting it was the lanky man, you jogged over to hurriedly swing the door open, ready to leave your humble housing. That was not what happened. As soon as you opened the door, a lean tall man pushed his way into your apartment, it took you half a second of staring at him before you recognized him as the weasel you had known for two years, but with blond, almost white hair. Gone was the friendly looking honey brown locks, replaced by a striking new color. You wanted to ask why but it didn’t seem like the best time to talk about his fashion sense. He was tense, you could see his shoulders looking taut and eyes shifting over his surroundings even as he moved into your apartment.

    “Not the front” he spoke in a rushed low mumble looking you in the eyes only briefly before hurriedly walking towards your bedroom. His gait suggested he would much prefer to sprint.

    “What’s going on?” you finally decided to ask. Sure he had kept you in the dark plenty of times before, but never this dark, never for this long. You had never seen him so on edge. You couldn’t find a trace of the man you had been working for for two years. Your break in silence had a much larger affect on him than seemed reasonable. Turning on his heel, the newly blond employer grabbed your shoulders speaking quickly but enunciating every word with clear importance.

    “I’m in danger. You’re in danger. We are leaving. Now.” The serious but almost distressed look he gave you was enough to shut you up. You didn’t trust him, not by a long shot. But this was serious. He was serious. Seeming to have understood your acceptance the man dropped his hands to open the door to your room, stepping around the mess of strewn clothes deftly,he came to your single bedroom window. You stopped just behind him. Ready to follow the crazy man you had known but not for years.

    Looking out the window down towards the alley leading to another more populated street he spoke quickly and clearly over the details he apparently deemed you worthy enough of knowing. “We’re leaving this way, stay close. Once we’re on the street we walk. We’re a normal couple, no one can know anything is wrong. Do you understand? But until we reach 3rd street, we run like bats out of Hell.” He paused briefly before receiving a nod from you. That confirmation being enough for him, he flung the window open.

    His long legs helped him over the window sill but he had to contort his torso to fit through the frame without receiving a concussion. Its right as he steps both feet fully on the fire escape that you hear another set of violent knocks on your apartment door. You paused looking towards the front of your small home. Then wide eyed you look to the informant. This pause is enough to make your employer to grab your arm to rush you over the window sill.

    It was when your first foot made contact with metal platform that gunshots rang out. Having had enough with your “short legs” trouble, your boss roughly grabbed you under the armpits to haul you the rest of the way out. Another couple of gunshots sounded, along with the creak of your apartment door under pressure. Whoever was here wanted in. Badly. As soon as both your feet were under you, you looked up again at your employer. He took it as your sign of being ready to follow.

    He started going down the metal ladders at a dangerously fast speed, not that you could blame him. Pole burn on your hands sounded a lot more pleasant than what the gunshots had to offer. You followed as quickly as you were able. It was when you reached the second floor that you heard a loud splintering you could only guess to be your door being broken. The sound seemed to make the tall man go faster. He dropped from the bottom of the fire escape onto the pavement, crouching only briefly before looking up at you expectantly albeit somewhat exasperatedly, with his arms open.

    ‘Oh hell no do I trust him to catch me’ you protested silently desperately trying to figure out a way to jump without breaking your ankles. Your panic only intensified when you felt vibrations under your feet. Someone else was on the fire escape. Looking up you saw a wide figure coming down the same way you and the informant had. You looked back to the man you couldn’t even claim to know, let alone trust.

    “Trust me or die.” Not the most gentlemanly thing to say, but it got the point across. If you didn’t follow the weasel, he would leave, and you would die.

    You jumped.

    Catching you with some difficulty before quickly letting you stand on your own, the blond started off calling over his shoulder,

    “Like bats out of Hell!”

    And as you took off after him you had to wonder in terror,

    ‘What kind of Hell is this?’

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I got bored and decided to go to the neighborhood park to swing. It was at sunset, so it was just me and another girl. The swings had all been thrown over the pole so they were high off the ground. I threw mine back over, and she just hoisted herself up onto hers.

We started talking, and she asked what grade I was in. I’m 23, but I don’t look it.

Another girl came along later and picked the swing in between us. We swung for a bit and then she got bored and just sat on the swing. My legs got tired so I brought myself down soon after. She asked if I wanted to play a game with her. I said sure, and she asked if the other girl could play too, I think she thought we knew each other. I asked the other girl to play. We didn’t want to play tag, and there wasn’t any good places for hide and seek, so we ended up doing some gymnastics. Its amazing how much you can learn about people.

Anna:

⁃ 8th grade, but supposed to be in 9th but was late on potty training so she started school late.

⁃ She’s been doing gymnastics for 10 years. It took her ‘like six years’ to get her back handspring down, but once she did, she started competing. But she had to stop because she got tendinitis and nearly tore her ACL.

⁃ Learned which middle school she goes to. Also learned that apparently at the middle school I used to go to, people are now skipping class by pushing ceiling tiles in and hiding in the ceiling.

⁃ I found out that all three of us have had in school suspension before. Anna’s was for skipping a bunch of classes, which she only caught on because she told her friend’s boyfriend that the friend was cheating on him, and in retaliation the friend snitched on Anna skipping classes.

⁃ She gets Principals List (straight A’s). Her mom wonders if she cheats.

⁃ Her parents’ go-to punishment is taking her phone away.

⁃ She has a TikTok but doesn’t create her own stuff

⁃ Her parents are separated/divorced.

⁃ She has 6 siblings, ranging from ages 1-16.

⁃ She once got a concussion by hitting her head on the corner of the balance beam.

⁃ She has never had good handstands, she can only hold it for less than 3 seconds.

⁃ She decided to see if she can still do a back handspring, and she can.

⁃ She has depression.

⁃ Her sister had anger problems and used to bite her arms.

⁃ She doesn’t take her medication anymore but her mom still fills the prescriptions.

⁃ A lot of her friends live on the nearby naval base. Her boyfriend lives right at the entrance.

⁃ In seventh grade, a girl was pregnant, and she’d said she was a lesbian, but she’d gone behind her girlfriend’s back and slept someone, and then cried rape. Shit went all the way up the chain and several friends got expelled because they lied about legal matters.

⁃ She has a friend in Italy, and several are in California. We agreed that nobody seems to want to stay here.

Zoey:

⁃ age 10

⁃ Parents divorced, she lives with her grandparents.

⁃ Her suspension was from the bus. Someone said her mother was ugly and that’s probably why she didn’t get to see her mother anymore, and she kicked him in the balls.

⁃ She has ADHD and anger management issues. She was put on medication a couple of years ago. Her mom told her that was on medication when she was young because she was stupid.

⁃ She talks with a lisp and it’s really cute.

⁃ When she’s at gymnastics and someone is better than her on the bars, she steps back and watches them.

⁃ A fifth grader at her school told everyone that he had sex with his girlfriend for 20 minutes. One day he brought in his ‘girlfriend’, but it wasn’t really his girl friend, it was just a second grader. Whenever anyone brings it up he says not to talk about it.

I was there an hour.