#but i was able to suppress ai from coming up in my searches/showing up on my dashboard

[graham-needs-a-nap]

I have like 3 followers and this post is not for any of them. General spoilers for Deus Ex: Human Revolution and Mankind Divided (and I guess original DX)

I think Adam Jensen is a deeply tragic figure. Obviously the game sort of states this, and you can pick some dialogue options that indicate he's not happy with what happened to him, but he doesn't seem REALLY bothered by it, and it all falls kind of flat when he has cool robot arms and cyber eyes and mirrorshades, right? But I see some details that really throw a few things into relief for me.

Most obviously, he was heavily modified into a tactical suppression cyborg against his will - admittedly to save his life, but going above and beyond the necessary, and in such a way as to make him company property. Their logo is literally visibly stamped into his skull. On paper, this is sure to mess anyone up. There are details that can be found in his apartments in the two games, like that he keeps getting upset and breaking mirrors, and that he's taken up watchmaking as a hobby. I really like the watchmaking because he, you know, needs some way to practice his dexterity with his new robot hands, and also I think it shows a newfound interest in the internals and perhaps the function and purpose of machines, which he now largely is.

I think the sunglasses tell quite a lot of a story, mostly in the times where they're absent. The first time we see Jensen after the prologue is him walking into the Serif offices for his first day back on the job and he snaps the shades on as soon as he gets in the door. I think we don't see them open again until he finds Megan in the late game, because this is someone he knows and loves, that he's spent the whole game searching for. He can be open with her. But as soon as it dawns on him that she's here willingly, working for these people who wrecked his life? Letting him think she's been dead this whole time? He backs away and the shades come back on. Shields up, baby. I don't have comprehensive notes on his behavior in the second game, but the only time I can recall that we see his eyes is when he's talking to Eliza Cassan, the AI news anchor who was used to lure him into a trap in the last game, who on the surface he has no reason to trust. Until you consider that they're both entities poised between humanity and an artificial existence, used as tools of far more powerful forces and struggling to define who they are going forward. That's who he can identify with, far more than anyone else he meets.

On a personal note, the shades thing is behavior I recognize! In me! I wear sunglasses almost any time I'm outside, even on cloudy days, because I have really sensitive eyes. but I have also suffered from social anxiety and especially had issues with eye contact in the past, and shades are a convenient way to avoid that, especially if I'm also upset about something. I have this not entirely rational belief that people can see all my feelings in my eyes and the glasses are a shield for that.

We don't see much of what Jensen is like before the attack, except that he (clearly sarcastically) claims to Megan that he's extremely friendly and likes everyone he meets. What's clear is that Jensen NOW is extremely uncomfortable in all social situations. Everyone's animations in these games are weirdly jerky and way too fidgety, but with Jensen, the fact that you can't see where his eyes are tracking gives the impression he is actively looking for a way out of this conversation right the hell now, and would rather look anywhere than directly at the person he's talking to. (Is this intentional? Almost certainly not. It's a consequence of the generally weird talking animations for NPCs. But if we aren't going to look for unintended interpretations in our media then what are we even doing here?) Someone may be able to make a case for this being neurodivergent coding, but I'm not an expert on such things and I don't feel comfortable making that claim, but I would say severe social anxiety at bare minimum.

I think even his voice is fascinating in this regard, and Elias Toufexis deserves a ton of credit for this that I suspect he rarely gets. It's gruff but also soft. He almost never raises it, and generally gives the impression that he'd rather not be bothering anyone or being noticed at all. Again, you and me both, buddy.

And the cap on all this is not just the physical changes but the way his entire role in society, the way he interacts with the world, has changed. He has, apparently, next to no personal life. He's a corporate security officer in the first game and a counterterrorism agent in the second. The only things he is now allowed to be good at are infiltration, investigation, assassination, all on the orders of corporate or governmental powers (as if they aren't the same thing by this point), with the added layer that the true masters of his fate are between one and three simultaneous global conspiracy groups who are mostly interested in him as a clone template for the main character of the original game. He's a super badass cyborg spy who desperately wants to be anything but. It's incredibly sad!

Side note: there are a lot of theories, based on stuff you can find in the VersaLife vaults in Mankind Divided and the weird handwaved plot points about the new augs he suddenly has, that the Jensen in that game is ALREADY a clone, with the body of Human Revolution Jensen kept in cryostorage with its augs stripped out to be given to Clone!Jensen. I find this to be pretty solid speculation, but this is not confirmed and Jensen has no in-game way to learn or react to this. I haven't fully fit it into my take just yet, except that finding out you're a clone would probably fuck anyone up, though for Adam maybe it would be just another day at the conspiracy factory.

The ending of the last DLC for Mankind Divided strongly implies that Jensen has finally caught wise to at least a part of the invisible conspiracy he's enmeshed in, and I hope is preparing to take some action against it. Given that, you know, the original Deus Ex still has to happen, I can't see it going particularly well for him. Adam is quite likely doomed. But maybe he can bloody Bob Page's nose a bit before he goes out. I can't help rooting for this poor socially anxious cyborg and I fervently hope we get a resolution to his story eventually.

[firebrands]

the square root of infinity | stevetony

2.7k, established relationship, first fight angst | on ao3 | for @maguna-stxrk

***

Tony finds out with his hands deep in JARVIS’ code. Former-JARVIS, actual-JARVIS, he hasn’t really decided on what to refer to the mess of numbers of letters that formed his former AI, and now, well—Vision, too. It’s all a mess, really, and Tony wanted something simple to do with his hands, minimal focus, low-risk.

He should have known better, really. Nothing about him, his work, his life, has ever been low-risk.

It’s a command from Steve with a privacy protocol. Search, identify, and surveil Sergeant James “Bucky” Barnes, also known as The Winter Soldier. Missing, found, and missing again as of six months ago. Tony frowns at the monitor. He knows he hasn’t read it wrong, but can’t believe it; he reads it again.

Somehow, in the span of time of Steve coming back from Washington, of them settling in together, he’d done this. He’d asked JARVIS to do this for him, and keep it from Tony.

Tony leans back against his chair. “FRI,” he says.

His new AI chirps to life. “Boss?”

“Gimme everything JARVIS found on this.”

“It’s on your phone now, boss.” In front of him, a hologram materializes as well, displaying hundreds of photos, grainy and filtered, and copies of reports on sightings. Tony stands up, takes a step back and frowns some more. He opens his mouth a few times, borne of his need to verbalize even without anyone listening; he’s angry. He’s more shocked than angry, but the anger is there, low and simmering.

Beneath it, though, is a grain of doubt: Why? Why did he keep it hidden? Especially now—after all the truth came spilling out of them, crystallizing into something Tony held dear. And after all Steve had said, about keeping secrets, about trust. He briefly considers asking FRIDAY to print it all out, just so he can throw the sheaf of paper in front of Steve and demand: what the fuck, but he’s better now, more mature. Or so he likes to tell himself.

So instead, he walks to the penthouse and finds Steve reading.

Tony clears his throat.

Steve looks up. “Hey,” he says, setting his book down. “You done working?”

Tony smiles, pained and tight. “So,” he says, sitting at the foot of the bed. “Bucky.”

Steve’s eyebrows meet, looking concerned. “What about him?”

Tony shuts his eyes and counts backward from five. “Why didn’t you just tell me?”

Steve inches closer to him and rests his hand on Tony’s knee. Tony doesn’t open his eyes.

“I didn’t want to worry you,” Steve says very quietly.

Tony’s eyes fly open, the anger now boiling over. “Oh is that it?” He asks sarcastically. “So you decided to use JARVIS—without my permission, to look for him?”

Steve’s mouth works, and he looks genuinely shocked. “You said I could talk to JARVIS.”

“That’s not the point!” He pushes Steve’s hand off him and stands. “Why would you keep that a secret?”

“I—I didn’t,” Steve says haltingly. “I wasn’t thinking. I just wanted to know if JARVIS could find him, but I knew it was almost impossible anyway, so there was no real point—”

“If there was no point,” Tony says, voice lowering, “then why’d you do it?”

“Tony,” Steve stands now, too, tries to reach out and touch Tony’s elbow, to disentangle Tony’s arms that have crossed over his chest on their own volition. “He’s my best friend. I’m worried about him. I just thought it was something I should do myself.”

Tony nods, not really listening. His head is swimming with what he thinks could be actual reasons why Steve had kept this from him. A tangled mess of fear and insecurity, then shock at his ability to be aware of it. Is this maturity? He doesn’t like it much. Better if it stayed Steve’s fault—and it is Steve’s fault, it is. But maybe Tony doesn’t need to work himself up like this. But then again, Tony’s already worked up. “Stop,” Tony grinds out.

So Steve stops, a foot away from Tony, looking more scared than Tony’s ever seen him.

“I��m going to go.”

“Don’t.”

Tony looks up at Steve. He hadn’t even realized he’d looked away. Steve takes a deep breath, closes the space between them, and takes Tony’s hands in his.

Tony sighs.

Steve threads their fingers together, squeezes Tony’s palms. “Hey.”

“Hi.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“Want to say more than one syllable, maybe?”

A joke? Now? Tony feels his frown deepen.

“No.”

“Is this a fight?”

Tony looks up at him. “A fight means you don’t think you should be sorry.”

“Now, hold on a second,” Steve says, a small frown beginning to form on his face. Barely perceptible, if you didn’t know the signs. “I already explained why—”

“And that’s supposed to make it okay?”

“Where is this coming from?” Steve asks, letting go of Tony’s hands, which means he’s mad too, which drives Tony insane.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

“There’s no need to raise your tone—”

“Don’t fucking use your de-escalation tactics on me.” Tony hisses, turns on his heel, and walks out the door. He gives himself the satisfaction of slamming it shut.

***

The next few days are filled with small acts of penitence: a cup of coffee on the bedside table when Tony wakes, a sandwich in the workshop, a completed report for a day-old mishap. It’s on Thursday that Tony’s heart finally softens. Over nothing, really, just a small doodle on his desk. He realizes, in that moment, that of all his achievements, perhaps learning to understand Steve Rogers should rank highest. Right up there with being understood by him, too.

Tony’s lying in bed, reading a report on his tablet, when Steve peeks in.

“Hey.” He sounds tentative.

Tony sighs, sets his tablet aside, and takes off his glasses. “Well, come in.”

Steve’s barely able to hide his grin, and nearly bowls Tony over when he hugs him. “Hi,” Steve says, burying his nose against Tony’s neck.

“Hello to you too, you overgrown labrador,” Tony laughs, pushing Steve away a little lest he be crushed under all combined weight of supersoldier and three bowls of pasta that Clint prepared for dinner.

“I missed you,” Steve says, hugging Tony closer to him. He looks up at Tony, resting his chin right on Tony’s sternum. “Was that our first fight?”

Tony snorts. “Unlikely to be our last,” he says.

“Hey,” Steve chides, leaning up and brushing Tony’s nose with his. “Don’t say that.”

“It’s true. Anyway,” Tony leans closer, brushes their lips together. “Make it up to me.”

Steve arches an eyebrow.

“Don’t start,” Tony warns.

Steve huffs out a laugh, tips them over until they’re lying down, and makes it up to him.

***

As a man of science, it behooves Tony to conduct experiments and to test hypotheses.

First, identify the problem.

Second, conduct research.

Third, develop a hypothesis: follow if / then structure.

Fourth, test through experiments: ensure factors are varied one at a time.

Fifth and final, draw a conclusion.

Tony’s tapping the tip of a screwdriver against his bottom lip as he thinks, and then two strong arms wrap around his waist and just like that, the problem has identified itself.

(One frustrating blind spot in Tony’s life: relationships. Which isn’t to say he hasn’t tried to make sense of them, sped read through self-help books and trawled through Reddit. Unlike everything else, research pales in comparison to experience, and there’s only so much he can do to make sure this one precious thing in his life is perfect.)

“Busy?” Steve presses a small kiss on the back of Tony’s neck. Tony can barely suppress a shiver.

He wants to say, I was, until you showed up. It doesn’t just apply to this moment. That fact shouldn’t hurt.

Instead, Tony says: “Yeah, kinda.”

“Okay,” Steve says easily, pulling away. He comes back to press a quick kiss to Tony’s cheek. “See you later?”

“Yup,” Tony says, and okay. Maybe he needs to spend a day or two really figuring out who the problem is, here. (It’s him. He knows this. He’s always the problem.)

 Two days later, Tony settles on having to review related literature. In this case, this means sitting alone in the workshop as he relives every moment when Steve was distracted. Was that a sign? In a brief moment of clarity, Tony asks: “Fri, am I crazy?”

“Signs point to no, boss. But I can pull up recent results on the search engines?”

“I’d rather not hear what the general public thinks, thanks,” Tony says, sighing. He rests his face in his hands. It’s not like he meant to think of this—what is wrong with his brain, that the intrusive thoughts come in the form of the few moments he’d asked Steve what was on his mind, only to be brushed off?

What did that mean?

Did it matter?

Step three: if that was a sign, then there was a problem.

If that wasn’t a sign, then there wasn’t a problem.

If Tony didn’t figure this out, then there would definitely be a problem.

This isn’t how a hypothesis is meant to sound. Tony’s a terrible scientist.

“Fri, call Bruce.”

“Tony?” Bruce’s voice is rough. He sounds annoyed.

“Hey, seven PhDs, how do I form a proper hypothesis?”

“Fuck you, Stark.” The line clicks off.

Tony turns his wrist, checks his watch. Three AM? Figures.

He stretches out his back. “Friday,” he says, standing up. “The search functions for Barnes.”

“On it, boss.”

“Atta girl.”

***

Try as Tony might—and he’s trying, which in itself feels like a failure, because Tony stark does or does not and there is no need to attempt—he feels like something has shifted between them, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

Maybe he’s just making it all up in his head. That’s the easy solution, isn’t it? And that’s usually the answer: start with the easiest answer and work your way up. He can already see Natasha rolling her eyes at him. Maybe the solution is to stop treating your relationship like it’s quantum theory.

Steve’s hand is on his lower back, steering him inside a restaurant. He thinks only of what Steve said, all those weeks ago: I had to do it myself.

Tony wants to argue, right this moment. But how can he? It’s awful that they can be so alike. The only reason he keeps his mouth shut is because he knows that Tony’s used that argument before. Maybe this is growth, to know when to back down from a fight. Or to avoid one totally.

Steve reaches over the table, brushes his fingers over Tony’s wrist. “You okay?”

There are a lot of answers to that. Tony settles on the truth. “Not really.”

Steve’s brow creases with worry. “What’s wrong?”

Again: an infinite multiverse of answers to answer a question that simple. With this, Tony does struggle for a moment, and the next words are much harder to say—they almost feel caught in his throat, like a lump of meat. “I don’t know.”

“You can tell me anything, you know,” Steve says gently. So gentle, it almost breaks him; Tony doesn’t deserve this. Steve doesn’t deserve this.

“I know,” Tony says, and this is him lying through his teeth, and this is what he’s good at, and maybe this is why he’ll never know how relationships are. It’s a trust issue, probably. He doesn’t know if the issue is with Steve, or with himself. “Don’t worry about it.”

Tony tries harder, now: smiles more, eats with gusto. He knocks Steve’s thigh with his knee, looks up at him from under his lashes. This is what life is like for Tony Stark: it’s acting. He knows the approximations to get his point across. As their evening goes on, the small wrinkle on Steve’s forehead smooths out, and maybe Tony wishes he wasn’t so good at pretending.

Maybe he wishes that Steve read him better.

***

The moment of epiphany is often described as transcendental.

This one hits like a ton of bricks—literally, because Tony does know what that feels like, and the suit is shock proof, sure, but that shit still fucking hurts, and even in moments of epiphany, somehow he still manages to go off on a tangent. The point remains: Steve’s hand is on his hip, and they’re in bed, and epiphanies usually equate clarity, peace.

Tony freezes up.

“Tony?” Steve murmurs, sliding his hand up Tony’s side.

“I’m sorry,” Tony says, sitting up. “I know I’m being difficult.”

“I didn’t say you were.” Steve sits up beside him, rests his hand on Tony’s shoulder, and turns Tony to look at him. “Who said you were being difficult?”

“Me, I’m saying it,” Tony says. Panic is beginning to bubble in his belly, slowly rising up his throat. Typical of him to mistake a eureka moment with a panic attack. Par for the fucking course for Tony Stark. “I’m being difficult right now.”

“No you’re not,” Steve says, rubbing up and down his arms. “Tony. Look at me.”

Tony breathes out through his mouth, then in through his nose. Steve tips his chin up and meets his gaze.

“Here are the variables,” Tony breathes out, is afraid of what he’ll say next, his brain is fogged over and full of static. “I love you, and I don’t know what to do with that.”

Steve takes a deep breath, takes Tony’s face in his hands. “Here’s a constant,” he whispers, breath warm on Tony’s cheek. “I love you. I love you. You, Tony Stark. I love you.” He kisses Tony, hard and close lipped, more aggressive reminder than affection.

“Okay,” Tony says, because there’s a wild part of him that still thinks—there was a problem, there was a problem and if this is love, then what comes next? If this is constant, then what variable will arrive to change all of that?

Steve kisses Tony again, almost desperate, this time. “Is this about Bucky?” Tony sucks in a breath at the question, horrified at being discovered. Steve hums, then he runs one hand down Tony’s back, up his arm, down his side. A reminder of his presence. Tony is suddenly grateful for it.

“And if it is?” he murmurs.

“Tony,” and somehow, Steve sounds fond, which throws a wrench in this whole debacle, and deep in the recesses of Tony’s brain, rationality begins to take root. “He’s my best friend. You’re the love of my life.”

Tony breathes.

“Did you hear me? You. You’re the love of my life. Please don’t make me compare,” Steve huffs out a small laugh, and it warms Tony all over, like sunshine peeking through the clouds after a strong rain. “And maybe you don’t believe me just yet,” Steve touches their foreheads together, then rubs his nose against Tony’s, the affection plain and chaste. It makes Tony feel more loved than he’s ever felt in his life—not that there were many moments to compare against, but still.

“I feel a little crazy,” Tony says, finding it in himself to smile up at Steve.

“A little crazy in love?” Steve asks, grinning.

“I can’t believe you just made a Beyonce reference. In the middle of my panic attack.”

Steve bites his bottom lip, a poor attempt at stopping himself from laughing. Tony flicks his forehead. “Say it again,” Tony says, and his smile still feels a little wobbly, but it’s a step.

“Crazy in Love?” Steve asks, pulling Tony close and wrapping his arms around Tony’s waist.

It’s an odd angle, and eventually Steve shifts to lift Tony up onto his lap. “Ass,” Tony says. “You know what I meant.”

Steve smiles again, right before pressing a kiss to Tony’s shoulder. “Step one,” he says. “The problem is you’re afraid I don’t love you. Step two: find out how to show you that I do.” He pauses, and Tony feels breathless as he presses another kiss to Tony’s bare skin. “Step three. Hypothesis? If I show Tony I love him all the time, then eventually he’ll believe me.”

“Sounds like a shaky hypothesis,” Tony says, but his voice quivers a little as he says it. He can’t explain how he feels, other than warm in Steve’s embrace.

Steve tuts. “Step four, experimentation. Small gestures, date nights.” Steve rubs Tony’s back as he speaks, and stops to tilt Tony’s head up to face him. “Am I getting this right?”

Tony smiles. “I don’t know, what’s the conclusion?”

Steve wraps his arms around Tony’s waist once more. “You’re here. I’m here. I love you.” He leans up, brushes their lips together. “Is that enough?”

[stachmousworld]

Avenge me tomorrow (Ch. 4)

Summary: Thea finds out that an elevator ride could be more exciting than she thought. The team takes another L.

Previously: Breakfast was a torture. Everyone played pretend and no one wanted to act like adults.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8  - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11

“JARVIS, down please,” she asked urgently.

The door closed before Nat’ could reach her. Thea slumped on the wall, trying to make sense of her thoughts. One minute too late and…she closed her eyes and sigh. She’d rather not think about that right now. Nothing proved that she was free, yet.

Why did she have to be in love with superheroes?

She quickly went over her last-minute plan and asked Jarvis if he had the number of Charles Xavier, from the school of mutants. In the night, before falling asleep, she’d remembered about him and how he helped people around the world.

“I have taken the liberty to connect the call to your phone. As I was made to protect the privacy of the tower guests, there will be no recording of your conversation. I will cut the recording feed for the time of your call.”

Thea closed her mouth in a click. She pressed her hand on her heart and leaned forward to thank him.

“Thanks Jarvis, you are truly amazing.”

“Don’t mention it, Miss. I do pride myself in being able to take care of each resident in the tower. After all, you all are important.”

Thea was finding it hard not to cry. She blinked quickly, head leaning backward. The words repeated themselves like a balm on her bruised heart. An AI had more consideration for me than actual human beings. What was life.

“Professor Xavier, who may you be?”

Thea jumped at the sound of the voice. How long has he been on? Could he have listened to their conversation? She really had reached a new low if it was the case.

“Theodore Carmelia. I live with the Avengers and something kind of happened to me. Something magical…supernatural.” She grimaced. Great summary. 10 out of 10. You couldn’t do better even you really tried hard, she thought, cringing her awkwardness. “I just want to ask a question. I know you must have a busy schedule but…”

Her voice cracked.

“It’s okay, Theodore, it’s okay. If it’s true that I have a busy schedule, one question shouldn’t be too much,” he joked.

Thea let an inaudible relieved sigh. The elevator seemed to speed up.

“I know you can sense mutants. I would like to know if you could feel anything -”

“About you?” He finished.

She hummed, her feet tapping rhythmically on the floor.

“I don’t feel anything.”

Her breath hitched. Oh, well. She didn’t let the disappointment show. Although he said he couldn’t find her, she could feel Xavier in her mind, roaming through her memories and emotions. She cleared her throat.

“Does it always feel like that?”

“What?”

“When you go into someone’s head. Does it always feel like a breeze? I swear my head is lighter.”

He didn’t reply and Thea feared she already messed up. She glanced towards the numbers on the screen above the doors. 20 floors left. She refrained from pressing the buttons or even asking JARVIS to go faster. Not sure if she voiced her stress, but the elevator went almost into a free fall. She stumbled and grabbed the wall behind her.

“How did you know?” He replied, taken aback.

“I can feel your presence going through my memories. I can concentrate on what I’m doing, but I know there is something…someone in my head. It is nor oppressive nor friendly. I don’t know really know how to explain, sorry.”

“Hm.”

The presence was still there. Not moving nor searching through her memories anymore. Thea grew more confident and continued.

“I know I probably ask too much but I swear I’m not crazy or crying wolf. And I can show you what happened last night for you to tell me if it was some one-time incident.”

“Go on, my dear,” Professor Xavier replied pensive. He didn’t outright reject her idea and hung up on her. So that was a win in her book.

 Thea concentrated on last night. As the scenes went spicier, she passed them faster and only slowed down to the most important parts: the one where she yielded Mjöllnir and the elevator. After a moment, there was still no response from Professor Xavier. She checked her phone and see that they were still on. She almost asked JARVIS if something had happened.

“Truly, impressive,” he complimented, clear surprise showing in his baritone voice.

“Thanks, I guess,” she answered, cheeks in flame.

“No, really. I have only seen a handful people do what you did, and they were already trained. I take that you controlled the speed, too?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, proudly.

“And you yielded the Hammer?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“And still, I can’t feel you,” he mused out loud. “Confusing confusion. But I am not one to back down facing a puzzle. I’d like you to come to me today. I’ll send Logan, Hank and Diablo to the Avengers tower –.”

“No, the Compound,” she corrected, quickly. She couldn’t suppress her shock and excitement. He really wanted to see her. She will see Professor Xavier and Wolverine. She suppressed her giggle. She couldn’t believe it. She’ll be able to talk to Wolverine. In person. It was definitely a dream come true.

“Ok. Do they know about any of these?” he asked suddenly.

They? Oh yes, the Avengers. The painful memories from last time came barging in her head. She gritted her teeth.

“No. They…don’t care like that,” she replied dismissively.

“Are you sure?”

She could hear the incredibility in his tone.

“Yep, I’m pretty sure. I’m just a hook up anyway.”

Xavier stayed silent for so long, she thought she had shocked him to death.

“You are important. Whether you have power or not, whether they like you or not. You are important,” he said, seriously. He didn’t try to convince her. In his voice, there was so much certitude. Like he’s known her for years and could see right through her.

She choked up as the words finally made their way in her brain. The phone was crushed in her hand, as the emotion overcame her. First Jarvis and Xavier…but why couldn’t the team think the same?

“Don’t let those feelings eat you up. If they can’t find the gem in you, it’s their own problem not yours.”

Before she could thank him, he hung up. She stared at her phone, mouth agape. Her entire frame trembled under her laugh. There was nothing funny, but the ridicule of the situation caught her off guard. She was really in a episode of X-files.

Who’d thought she’d sleep with all the Avengers and have powers? That she’d wield Mjöllnir? That she’d fuck with a God, two centenarian, two geniuses, two brilliant spies…her laugh turned hysterical. Her entire stay here was like the beginning of a bad joke.

She banged her head against the elevator room. A dull pain erupted behind her head. Maybe, it was a dream she’d wake up from.

The doors opened. Thea was not on the ground floor, like she expected, but the underground parking. She quickly spotted her cars and started walking.

“If I were you, I’d go faster Miss. Bucky and Steve are taking the stairs and would be there in less than 5 minutes. Thor has taken the airway and is already in front of the building. Nonetheless, it would take them some time before they understand that you left the other way. “

“Thank you, Jarvis. Thank you for all!” She screamed while accelerating.

“My pleasure, Miss.”

She sprinted to her car and opened the door. She didn’t know if it was in her head, but she could hear faint footsteps. She sat, bucked up, started the car and pressed gas.

She was out long before they would catch her. The adrenaline made her heart haywire. Unable to resist, she let out a howled and giggled.

She was gone.

Next chapter

[kittyspring-creates]

since I couldn’t get it out of my head here’s season 8-11 as Scullys fever dream. posted to my ao3 as well, will do a second chapter

She ran, she ran and she ran. Playing catch up with the events unfolding in her path. A trip to origin, investigating abductions. Just like her first ever case with her long standing partner. Coming full circle with the investigations leading them both to the start. To where she first grew to trust and understand the man on the x files paranoia. They ran through the familiar forest in search of aliens or bodies left behind. Only for her to get sick and her partner taken away aboard the very saucer he always sought.

She cried as she was left in the hospital with the news, knowing it was going to be the outcome. What she didn't anticipate was her sickness being brought upon by a growing life form inside her. A miracle she could not share. A joy she was promised would never be hers. Despite the surprise she was unable to be at peace. With her partner lost to the sky she ran. Chasing him with strangers and her superior. Till he was found, dead and lost in the dirt. Her heart dropping and her lungs burning with her despair. She blinked as the tears ran down her cheeks. Only to open them to a funeral where she held a fist full of dirt. She knew who was there, in the ground. Being sent away to the maggots.

As she turned to run from her superior who offered his comfort she turned into a sterile hall way. Being told by these strangers that her partner was alive and in stasis. The drama that fallowed consumed her and her growing stomach. Where she stood barely showing she now had a visible bump. The man she chased pressing his hand to her softly. Smiling at how the fetus reacted to his warmth. She couldn't help her own grin at seeing him. Alive and well. Despite what they had been through, together again with her growing baby.

She still ran, far away with a woman. Where she ended up in a ghost town, surrounded by anomalies she could only describe as super solders. Giving birth to an alien hybrid, unable to stop any of them if they tried anything. But once the pain was over, the deed done and the peachy skinned baby washed. They all left. Leaving behind a very tired woman and her newly arrived partner. The man stayed by her side, caring for them both from the ghost town to the familiar apartment. Professing to her as she settled that the real truth they needed to admit was a desire for one another. Wordlessly she agreed, taking his breath away as they kissed. She chuckled with such emotion, portraying her overwhelming bliss. Staring at his all consuming twinkle in his eye as he held their baby.  

The feeling ripped away as she power walked through her apartment. Strangers coming and going as her mother visited often. Her partner no longer around. Her reasoning being it was to dangerous for both him and her son to be in the same place. So she sent him away. Wishing everyday she hadn't. The sorrow making her more aggressive then she could ever remember being. Till she had nearly killed a man to protect what was hers. Strangers stopping her from going to far every time. Except when she let the wrong person near her baby and had to give him up. Her arms no longer safe for him if he was no longer able to protect himself. If he was no longer alien. Her head spun as she was left alone. Opening her teary eyes to a visitation room where the only person who could make it all better stood. Speaking with false clarity.

Once alone he finally held her, kissed her the way she needed, he needed. Then told their superior everything. A trial was held for his execution. She couldn't bare playing catch up as more strangers spoke for him. Guilty was their verdict as she knew it would be from the start. And she ran, she ran with him to Mexico. Meeting their long standing enemy and watching the area burn up with acting conspiracy.

Her lungs burned and her face ached. But she pressed on. Hiding this man she loved and needed like air under her name and purchases. Buying a house somewhere no one would look for her and creating a room just for him. He sat inside for years, driven by the news and conspiracy's he kept seeing. Connecting in his den as she struggled to stay with their beloved bureau. Eventually leaving to peruse medicine. Finally a sense of peace she rejoiced. Feeling whole despite the ache she felt for her lost son. Till a woman called her and tore her world apart.

The institution forgiving her house mate for the fake crimes he was charged with and asking for his help on a case. An old darkness arose in their lives and she felt her lungs burn as she ran in two directions. One away from the FBI life and the other in the direction of Fox Mulder. Her faith and relationship challenged with his stubbornness and acceptance of a darkness she had long been without. She drove away from their shared home, still feeling his goodbye kiss on her lips. Their fight playing out in her head as her decision settled in. She sobbed at the wheel, leaving him behind with the fallowing horrors. Never to return. Never to feel his arms around her or his husky voice teasing her in the middle of the night. Her world felt crushing as she tried to breath. Finding it hard as she drove down the path.

Her car stopping at the front of the bureau. She stepped out in her dark heels. Her now long, fading hair swaying in precision curls. Her plump face showing only length with years of fluctuating weight. She turned her head, unable to stop the smile that plucked at her wrinkled face. Each line showing a moment of suppressed joy behind it. Walking towards her was the most beautiful thing she thought. A plumper scruffy man she knew as her long standing partner. Both in work and in life. After years they returned to their old life. Working the x files. She returned to her usual autopsies and he strutted in the room. Blabbing his wild theories she loved to debunk till their was a sliver of science for her to latch onto and elaborate on. She adored it, but her heart ached. Wanting to let her self love him again. Now that they shared the darkness she so feared their was one thing stopping her. Her own cowards, guilt at what she had done to them. Giving up their son and running away from him.

Their files became obscure to her, the bodies not looking right. The facts not adding up like they use to. Lizard people, Langly ai, Physic multiple personalities, technology hunting them till they rated and tipped them for their job, witches. She was at a loss of the facts. Her reports looking like symbols rather then words. Her sights becoming more mangled as she envision the future. Her head on fire as improbable things played out in her mind. All leading to her lost son and a man long thought dead. The conspiracies' becoming global as her desperation for her two boys grew. Her need for her son, the importance of him in the scenario. Saving her long standing partner from the coming sickness, from his proclaimed father. She ran, hurt and bleeding she ran after them. Wanting to save them both, ignoring what new strangers were telling her. Doctors, FBI officials, Third party intelligence. She ran, her heart beat to loud to absorbed what her superiors tried to tell her about her son. Denying that he could ever be the by product of her and her long standing enemy.

She chased after her beloved, slowly realizing what was actually done. Her dna only matched because of her own anomaly. That despite the birth the boy was not hers. She was only an incubator, carrying something created in a lab. That she now carried an actual miracle, a by product of her and the man she could never live without. As she told him all this he held her. Baffled as she was by the obscurity of it all. He pressed his arms to her back and she felt her self crash against him like waves. Her lungs burning from all her running as her cheeks stung. She wanted to close her eyes and rest. So tired from the journey. But if she did where would she be.

The feeling of his arms slowly faded and she wondered if he was letting her go. "Scully" she heard. But it wasn't from his aged voice. His tired tone from the travel they endured. She took in a deep breath, finding she needed it. Her lungs filled and the burning subsided. She blinked, letting her eyes stay closed longer then needed. Her skin stung and fresh droplets formed from the pain.

She felt a slight tap on her cheek and opened her eyes. She looked out of a car dashboard. Noting a dark street and a white house with one light on in the top window. Confusion filled her as she thought where the dock was that she stood upon moments ago. She batted her lashes, taking in the sight before her. She took in a deep breath as she involuntary stretched her arms down. She straightened her back and turned her head. Feeling the faintest crack in her neck. Her short strawberry blond hair swayed with the motion, covering her ears as it framed her face. Her vision landed on the man in the drivers seat. A tall brunette watched her, smirking in a dorky way rather then malicious. The twinkle in his darkened eyes prominent in the dim light. She stared back at him, confused by his youthful features. No longer displaying years of experience and a long standing tiredness. But boyish excitement and an ambition unmatched. "Hey sleeping beauty, have a nice nap" he teased. Keeping his voice low.

The woman sat back in her position half supported by the back of her seat and the door. "Mulder" she questioned. Hearing her own saucy voice speaking. Carrying only confusion and grogginess. She looked around at the street, trying to remember what they were doing. Slowly it came back to her as the dream faded from her conscious. She blinked at the white house they were hidden from. Remembering that they were staking the place out like their superior asked them to. Skinner. He had a few agents on the case but felt it played to their expertise. She groaned as she stretched again. "Oh I had the weirdest dream" she spoke. A yawn forcing her to cover her mouth till it was gone. "Really, care to elaborate" the man asked her. Unannoyed by her passing out and being left with his own company for who knows how long.

She swallowed as her jaw closed, feeling how tight all her muscles had been from her tense slumber. The woman blinked at the scenery outside. Her tongue feeling heavy in her mouth with her reluctance to speak. The more she was awake the less she could recall of the scenario she had conjured. But one thing stuck out. The back and forth she experienced with her partner. Having what she presumed was his baby and loving him for years. Kissing him and exploring him in every way. She swallowed as her heart beat picked up. Awakening her further with adrenalin and embarrassment. She couldn't look at him as the false memories played in her head. The handsome man holding the one thing she's wanted since before she joined the FBI. Telling her his truth was loving her and capturing his plump lips with hers. Even now she could almost feel the way he quivered under her touch, so desperate for her as she was for him in that moment. "Scully" he called out to her. Waiting for her answer as he tapped the stirring wheel. She took a deep breath, her lungs aching like she had truly been running. She raised her brow a little, almost at a loss for words to explain the fantasy. "Uh I dreamt a lot of things. Aliens, abductions, conspiracy's, super solders, lizards uh" she tried to recall. Her mind chasing after each experience. Resulting in a growing pain in the front of her brain. She could tell the man was trying not to laugh beside her. A blur of brown moving in her peripheral vision. Indicating he had moved his hand over his mouth to stop himself from out wordily laughing. She closed her eyes for a moment as he chuckled. She'd be amused to if her head wasn't swimming.

As she looked out into the darkness, seeing only a small light from the perpetrators house. She was consumed by the false moments she had with her imaginary baby. The pain she felt when giving him up filled her present. Despite him not being real or hers. She still felt the ache to hold him in her arms. The need so strong it convinced her muscles to mimic the feeling of a baby in her arms. She swallowed hard and let out a shaky breath. Her companions smile falling instantly as he observed her changed demeanor. From sleepy to haunted as she stared out the dashboard without seeing the house they hid from. "A baby...I-I was pregnant a-and I had a baby" she clasped her teeth shut. Waiting till her voice steadied before she thought about speaking again. Instantly the mans hand reached for hers. Sliding slowly to where it laid flat on her clothed leg. He covered her knuckles with his palm. She took in a shaky breath at the feeling of his warmth. Cursing herself for being so vulnerable. For being so upset about something she never had.

She breathed in deeply then sat up. She turned to face the dashboard instead of just looking at it, causing his hand to slide away from hers. He sat back, taking it as a sign she didn't want to be comforted. And she didn't, not for something that wasn't real. Something that could never happen. A pain she would never really know outside of this bizarre dream. As she tried to reason with her self a nagging feeling spread from her now formed headache. The overwhelming realness of her experiences prompting her to decide something ridiculous. "I need a blood test" she blurted before thinking. An anxiousness filling her. Mirrored by her partners worry. He sat up straight, causing her to look at the light in the house rather then the bushes at the base. "What for" he wondered, his amusement long gone. She couldn't answer. Couldn't explain how much the dream had freaked her out. Pushing her to look inside herself for any signs it was real. Needing to search for alien DNA and evidence of a pregnancy as a result of the logic displayed in her subconscious. How absurd it was, even more so if she had to say it.

Luckily if not unlucky she noticed shadows roaming in the light. Fast moving silhouettes then the sudden absents of light. She moved to grab her gun in her holster. "There was movement, a woman" she told as she reached for the door handle. He unlocked the car and fallowed her into action. Carrying out their job as they have done time and time again. Hurrying to protect who ever was inside from the owner.  

[forever-your-soldat]

Baby Girl

Part: 1 // 2

A week.

It’s been a week now.

Natasha, much to everyone’s relief, was less tense now and she was often less angry with the guys. It was all thanks to Y/n. When they all got back after Y/n’s proposal, they took note of how differently the spy was acting.

At first they assumed that she just really needed to cool down, but when Clint pointed out the bead ring on her finger, he put two and two together when Y/n was grinning widely at the redhead while gripping her hand. His eyes went as wide as saucers before he had taken Natasha out of the room, leaving Y/n pouting as she stood alone in the corridor until Tony came around and scooped her up into his arms to bring her down to the lab.

“What’s with the look, squirt?” He asked lightly when they reached the elevator and headed down. Y/n looked at him, pout still present as she snuggled in his arms. “Clint stole Tasha.” Was her simple response and the billionaire had to prevent himself from laughing at the claim.

God, even as a child Y/n was still clingy with her girlfriend, though she was less discrete now that she was a child.

“Well, I’m pretty sure you can get her back, later? I know that she doesn’t like being away from you.” He told her and it was enough to bring a smile to her face. “You think so?”

“I know so.”

Tony may have been a pain in the team’s ass, but he was caring, especially to the younger people in the group. He had a hard time showing it, but he was able to take on a father figure without even realizing it.

When they got to the lab, Y/n was put down on her feet and she quickly walked over to Tony’s work bench, waving to Bruce when she passed by him and he smiled back at her. “We’re almost done with the antidote. We just need to run a few tests before actually trying it on her.” He informed them, though mostly talking to Tony.

“Got it.”

Y/n sat on her usual place, legs swinging as she watched the two science bros did their magic. It always amused her to see the things they were doing and they’d even gone so much as teaching her few of the basics that they were doing.

“So, what have you and Nat been up to when we were away?” Bruce asked as he observed the reaction of the chemicals he was studying. The memory of the proposal replayed in Y/n’s head and she smiled brightly. “I’m going to marry Tasha when I grow up!” She said with a squeal.

Tony accidentally dropped his wrench and Bruce looked up in surprise. They both thought that she was merely making a joke, but the pure happiness and excitement on her face was enough for them to know that she was being serious.

“That’s... That’s amazing, pipsqueak.” Tony said with a light smile and Bruce walked over to ruffle her hair. “I’m sure she’s going to take good care of you.” He chuckled and Y/n beamed. “I’m going to take care of Tasha.”

Meanwhile, Clint was groaning on the floor whilst Natasha sat on her bed, arms crossed over her chest and one leg went over the other as she gave her best friend an unamused look. “Are we done here?” She asked him but he was quick to sit up and shook his head.

“No, no. You haven’t told me yet if what I said was true or not.” The archer was basically buzzing in excitement. Sure, Y/n wasn’t actually in her proper mind, but to know that she wanted to get married to Natasha even in that state brought a swell of pride and happiness in his chest.

Natasha tried to suppress the blush that was crawling up her neck and glared at the male. “If I told you, you’re still not going to leave me alone.” She hissed as he gave her a dopey grin. “I mean, yeah, but it doesn’t make it any less interesting.” He quipped playfully.

“Fine, yes. She asked me to marry her when she gets older.” The admission had Clint squealing like a schoolgirl as he clapped his hands. “Oh my god, this is perfect!”

“What’s with the screaming?” Wanda asked as she peeked her head through the crack of the door and Natasha gave her a tired glance when Clint jumped up, pointing at the redhead. “They’re getting married!″ He exclaimed and Wanda’s eyes widened slightly before a smile reached her face.

“Really? Since when did you get engaged? Y/n has been a child from what I remember.” She mused as she finally stepped into the room. “Yeah, but Y/n still asked her to marry her when she gets older.” Wanda awwed at that and Natasha could no longer hide the red that was staining her cheeks.

“That is so adorable. I’m so happy for you both!” The young witch giggled and Natasha groaned. “Guys, come on. I’m sure that when Y/n goes back to normal, she doesn’t even know and she probably still isn’t ready for it yet.” She tried to reason, but saying those words out loud made her feel a tad bit hurt.

Did Y/n really want to get married?

She knows for a fact that she was in love with her, but was Y/n ready to finally reach that step and open to her fully?

She hopes so.

“Hey, don’t think about that.” Clint told her as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Y/n loves you no matter what. Getting married is a big step, but I’m sure she’s up for it if you are.”

Wanda nodded in agreement. “I see the way she looks at you, and though she isn’t exactly herself at the moment, I know that she’s the one for you and vice versa.”

Hearing the reassurances from her friends made her feel a bit at ease. She was able to push her worries aside and smiled before nodding her head. “Thanks.” She breathed out before she finally stood up, only to realize that Y/n wasn’t with them.

“Shit. Where’s Y/n?” She asked and exited the room, the other two following behind her. “She wasn’t with you?” Wanda asked confusedly while looking around. “No. Clint just yanked me away and she slipped from my hand.” She answered worriedly.

“I’m pretty sure she’s around here. Maybe she went with Steve or Vision.” Clint told them as he started to walk to the common room, only to see Vision being the only one there. “Hey, Vision, have you seen Y/n around?” He was pretending to be calm, but deep down he was close to pissing himself in the event that Y/n did get lost without any of them to be with her.

Natasha would kill him.

The android looked to the three, confusion written on his face before shaking his head. “The only people I’ve seen so far were Captain and Sam.” He replied before concern appeared on his face. “Is something the matter?”

“No, no! I’m pretty sure she just ran off somewhere.” Clint said with a nervous laugh, but when he looked, Natasha was already running off in search of her girlfriend/fiancée.

He curses and Wanda shoots him a look then shakes her head. "FRIDAY?" She calls the AI and Clint facepalms when he realizes that he could have asked. "Yes, Ms. Maximoff?"

"Where is Y/n?" She asks and the AI takes a while to answer where they could actually hear the smile in her voice. "She's currently in the lab with boss and Dr. Banner."

"Thank you."

The young witch then makes her way to the elevator to head down to the lab, her boyfriend and the archer both deciding to follow her lead. Natasha seemed to have already gotten a clue as to where her girlfriend may have run off to.

Y/n loved being around to watch Tony and Bruce make inventions and experiments. She liked it more than just watching Steve and Sam beating each other up. She often found it more exciting with the two geniuses, and Tony would sometimes engage in a playful dance off, his music blasting from the speakers, much to Bruce’s dismay, but seeing Y/n so happy made up for it.

When the three arrived, Natasha was already there, arms crossed and a deadly look on her face. Y/n was there, as she expected, covered in grease that her cheek even had smudges on it. But the wide smile on her face was enough to warm Natasha’s heart that she ended up just glaring at Tony instead of anything else.

"This is going to be hard to clean." The man just grinned back in response, knowing he was capable of getting away as long as Y/n was present. "Well, I tried to not get too much dirt on her." Natasha grunted before she picked the girl up and Wanda smiled while waving to Bruce, Clint nodded to Tony.

Vision smiles when Y/n looks to him and waves joyfully at the android. "I helped Tony build a robot!" She cheered, causing the rest to smile. “It’s not a robot, Y/n. It’s my suit.” Tony corrected her and she tilts her head, confusion on her face before nodding. “It’s Tony’s fancy clothes.” She says with a proud grin and Clint snorts in amusement while Wanda giggles.

Natasha shook her head and smiled before she turned back to head out of the lab. “Right. We’ll be going and clean you up.” She said, making the little girl pout. "But Naaaaat." She whined and the redhead sighed.

"We're going." She stated, ignoring her girlfriend's protests and Wanda laughed as she and Vision followed, deciding on picking out Y/n's outfit for the day and Vision was more than happy to help out and spend time with his girlfriend and the little girl.

Clint waved at the two scientists, going off to the vents like he usually would. He would be telling his wife about the news later, but right now, he would be needing to escape Natasha’s hidden plan of killing him for nearly losing her girlfriend.

Meanwhile, in Natasha and Y/n’s shared room, Wanda kept rummaging through the clothes they had for Y/n whilst Natasha was washing her face and hair. Vision picked up one of the onesies in confusion. “I don’t quite understand why you would like to dress children as animals.” He mumbled, earning his girlfriend’s attention and she laughed lightly as she took the clothes from him.

“It’s cute. Plus, Y/n isn’t one to usually dress up so this is a nice opportunity. She’s always wearing baggy clothes or just a tank and shorts. There’s no in between for her and she doesn’t care much for fashion.” The witch replied as she grabbed a shirt then looked at the outfit she had prepared, nodding to herself once she was satisfied then placing the clothes on the bed.

“But do children not feel irritated when dressed as such?” Vision inquired. “Some kids don’t like it. But there are others that don’t mind since they can’t think about what they like or dislike that much.” She explained, looking at the bathroom when Natasha came out with Y/n wrapped in a big and fluffy white towel.

Wanda was grinning with the smile she saw on Natasha’s face. She’s been seeing it a lot more frequently now and she’s happy that her friend was able to express herself more.

Natasha placed Y/n on the bed and she giggled while burrowing herself more in the towel. “Come on, N/n, time to get dressed.” Wanda told her, carefully tugging at the towel before Y/n’s face popped out from behind it, her wet hair sticking to her face.

“Boo!”

Wanda pretended to be surprised, a hand to her chest as she gasped. “Oh no! You scared me!” She told her and Y/n grinned widely, giggling as she reached one hand to touch her cheek. “Don’t be scared! I’m sorry!”

Natasha smiled fondly, watching as Wanda dressed Y/n up, playing along with her little jokes and laughing. Wanda would be a great mother, she thinks. And then she thinks back to her and Y/n.

If they were to get married, would Y/n want to have kids? Natasha wasn’t capable of bearing a child, but it didn’t mean she didn’t want one. Ever since Y/n’s been turned into a toddler, she’s been thinking about it a lot. She loved the idea of having a child with Y/n and seeing her as a four year old made her think that if they did have a child. they were sure to take after Y/n’s traits and looks.

“Are you alright?” Her train of thought is cut off when Vision speaks and she quickly wipes her cheek while nodding. “Yeah, sorry. I was kind of thinking.” She murmured softly. “About Y/n?” He asks her. “Sort of.”

Vision looks back to the two on the bed before he folds his hands behind his back. “If it’s any consolation, I think Y/n would actually pull through with your engagement despite the age she proposed. You have been together for seven years and counting. I feel that she is more than sure to spend her life with you.” Natasha smiles at the comfort the other was giving her and she thanks him.

~~~~~~~~~~

When the morning comes, Natasha is woken up by the bed shifting. She groans and turns, going to wrap her arms around her girlfriend, but her eyes shoot open when there’s no body next to her. She sits up fast and looks around the room.

“Y/n?”

There’s a sound coming from the closet and her brows knit together before she moves toward it. “Y/n, I told you to wake me up if you aren’t comfortable with your clothes.” When she reaches the closet, she opens the door fully, but she’s surprised to see Y/n standing there, just in her underwear, staring confusedly at the children’s clothing that was inside the closet.

She was back to normal!

Her head turns to look at her girlfriend, holding the ripped shirt in her hands then pointing to the other pile. “Nat, why do we have those?” She asked her but Natasha doesn’t answer her. Instead, she’s throwing herself into her girlfriend’s arms and pulling her into a deep and much needed kiss after being deprived for a whole week.

And despite her surprise, Y/n gladly returns the kiss, hugging Natasha and holding her close as she deepened the kiss. Truthfully, she doesn’t remember much of what happened. Hell, she was even surprised to wake up next to Natasha when she remembers being on a mission.

When they pull away, Natasha buries her face to her neck and Y/n runs her fingers through her hair in a soothing manner. “What’s up with you, babe?” She asks softly, but Natasha just shakes her head, pressing light pecks on her neck before she holds her face and smiles at her.

“I missed you so much.” She whispered and Y/n crinkled her nose before grinning a bit. “Babe, I’ve only been gone for a little while.” She told her, but there was so many emotions in Natasha’s eyes that she realizes that something may have, in fact, happened while she was out.

When Y/n is dressed, they go back to bed, just cuddling. But Y/n is still curious with the clothe in their closet. “It’s weird, you know? I had a dream and you guys were all there.” She mumbled after a few minutes of silence.

Natasha smiles, her fingers drawing patterns on Y/n stomach while her head rested on her chest. “What was it about?” She asks quietly and she feels the vibration from when Y/n hums in thought. “Well, I don’t remember much, but you were all babying me a lot.” She chuckled at the oddity of the dream, but made no comment about it.

“Then I...” She trails off, suddenly wondering before she’s looking at Natasha and kissing her forehead. “I want to marry you, Nat.”

Those words were enough to make her heart leap and Natasha decides that maybe she should finally tell her girlfriend what actually happened, but Y/n isn’t done talking.

“I don’t want to keep guarding myself anymore. I know that you’re there for me and that you’re always loving me. You let your defenses down and it’s not fair that I’ve just been so scared to do the same despite all the years we’ve been together.” By then, Natasha was staring back at her, smiling as her hand moved to the side of her neck and her thumb ran along her jaw.

“I want a family with you.”

And that was enough before Natasha closes the distance between them. The kiss is sweet and full of emotions, and she has to admit that this was probably the best kiss they’ve shared.

Their eyes are closed when the kiss ends, both with smiles on their faces before Natasha chuckles and opens hers first. “You proposed to me already, actually.” She whispers and Y/n’s eyes open, confusion swimming in them before Natasha shows her left hand, where the bead ring sits on her finger.

It’s the same one in Y/n’s memories and she blinks. “You mean I really...”

The redhead nodded, biting her lip to keep herself from laughing and Y/n groans quietly. “God, please tell me I didn’t do anything stupid.” She pleads and Natasha sits so she gets a better look at her girlfriend.

“You were actually a really behaved kid, though you were full of energy. It was cute, especially when you asked me to marry you.” The small huff pulls a chuckle out of her. “You asked me if I could marry you when you get older, and I was honestly not sure how to react to it because....”

Y/n seems worried and she sits up, her hands falling on Natasha’s. “Because what?” She asks softly before the redhead smiles at her.

“Because I really wanted to marry you, too.” She whispers and Y/n soon mirrors her smile. “Then I guess we can have that arranged.” She muses then presses their foreheads against each other again. “I’ll get you a proper ring, don’t worry.”

But Natasha shakes her head and her eyes lock with Y/n’s. “I like this one. The next ring you put on me, I want it to be our wedding ring.” Y/n stares at her for a while before she grins widely and nods her head. “Deal.”

It was a little while later that the two exit their room and head to the kitchen to join the rest for breakfast, and the sight of Y/n back to normal has them all surprised. “We were almost done! What the fuck?” Tony yelled and Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. “Language.”

“Fuck off.”

Wanda beamed at the sight of her best friend and tackled her in a hug, causing her to release Natasha’s hand as she caught the brunette. “Woah! Careful there.” She chuckled and Wanda pulled away to grin at her. “I’m so happy you’re back, but I must admit that I’ll miss the little you, too.” She giggled, making Y/n roll her eyes.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Another little me is going to be around in the future.” Hearing that caused the whole team to make a chorus of surprised noises and Natasha smiles when Y/n takes her hand again.

“So you’re really getting married?” Sam asks them and they nod. “Congrats!” Bucky told them. “I can’t wait to tell Laura and the kids.” Clint chirped when he whipped his phone out and started to dial his wife’s number.

“You couldn’t have at least waited for us to finish the antidote for you?” Tony said in mock irritation but Y/n just laughs while waving him off, catching him off guard. “Sorry that my body refused to wait for your slow ass.”

There was no hostility in her voice like she usual had. It was playful, and Natasha’s smile only widened at it.

“Come on, Tony, at least she’s back to normal.” Bruce laughed lightly then smiling at the couple. “Congratulations, you two.” They thanked him before Y/n looked at Vision, giving him a small smile.

“Thank you, for looking after me and everything.” She told him and Wanda. “Nat didn’t give me details, but she’s told me that you two were the ones helping her throughout the week.” Wanda shook her head while she hugged her boyfriend’s arm. “You’re my best friend, Y/n, it doesn’t matter that you were a child or adult. I’ll still be there.”

Y/n smiled gratefully before she takes a seat next to Natasha, kissing her temple as she did then pecking her lips.

Natasha snuggled into her side, resting her head on her shoulder as she sighed in content, happiness radiating from the two.

The week may have been a roller coaster of emotions for her, but she was glad that it happened. It helped her realize the things she’s never seen in Y/n before and it made her understand her more than she already did.

And now, she was more than happy to get married and have kids with the only person that held her heart.

I know that I said that this would be the last chapter but I’m really torn on whether or not I’m going to write the wedding and the whole pregnancy and having a child for them. For now, I’ll leave things here and I hope you all liked it.

[hobotics]

There are specific events I want to transpire in my books.

[ Hobotics ] : Gaia of Helios 

Atlas gets free from Prometheus’s “Gaia Virus”, and returns home; but is ambushed by Jupiter who takes her in and straps her to a pod in which her AI is temporarily transferred to a new body.

Theia comes to rescue Atlas, but finds her memory is being suppressed from the pod; and later with the help of Juno—escapes with Atlas in tow.

After being set free, Atlas and company return to Jacopo’s shop; in which she is confronted by him. Although he is angry towards Atlas, he shows nothing but sympathy for what has happened to her.

After a week of believing she’s free and out of her fathers line of sight, one of the previous Titans comes to attack the group.

Eventually after several attacks Jupiter makes it known that he’s reverse-engineered the Gaia Vaccine that once set the Titans free, and has complete control over the Titans. Unfortunately, it has a draw back--the virus was created from Atlas’s vaccine, and does not work on her. 

Eventually Atlas and company defeat Jupiter and the other Titans, but before Atlas could destroy the remains of her father; Theia stops her.

Jupiter lays in crumbles before Atlas, and Atlas is ready to destroy whats left of him. However Theia knows if she does, he’ll jump to another body and go into hiding. 

Theia prevents Atlas from destroying Jupiter by shoving a pre-made light sword into her, causing her body to temporarily shut down.

Atlas wakes up weeks later, fully functional thanks to Jacopo, and thanks Theia for what she did. 

[ Hobotics ] : Gaia of Erebus

Book opens to two years later after the events of the first book. A counsel sits before Theia and Atlas, where Theia is defending and continues to defend Atlas and her actions while she was brainwashed as a member of Team Reform. 

Some filler to show that time has passed, the other Titans are loose yet information about their whereabouts and etc are incomplete and unavailable. ( for book four )

Eventually, while traveling the city, Theia spots a male while they were on a train, and Theia tries to pry the doors open of the speeding train.

Atlas stops her, but gets pushed back by Theia as she jumps from the train and it’s three story height, only to land on platforms made of light. ( theia’s doing )

Theia engages with the man, clearly fueled with rage as the two battle openly. 

It’s clear from the fight the man has similar powers over light--yet reflected as black not white.

Eventually the fight breaks, and Atlas pulls Theia away and breaks the eye contact. 

A week later the male opens is seen on TV, where he addresses himself as Thanatos, injuring and killing people as to draw out Theia.

After drawing her out, Thanatos confesses his love for her, and fueled by rage they fight.

Some filler as to his backstory and etc. 

The fight breaks off, but Atlas hunts him down. Finding him in the hospital, where he sits in a dark room. He visiting his dying mother, and it’s clear after being threatened by Atlas, that Thanatos has every intention to kill Theia. 

Theia and Thanatos meet up again, fighting against each other in what seems to be Thanatos’ temporary home--a small forest he has been held up in for two years. 

Thanatos is winning, a veil of darkness that is sucking out the light from Theia’s body, causing her to shut down.

Atlas jumps in the veil, using her powers over fire to bring light and slow down the process. After breaking the veil eventually, Atlas combats Thanatos, but is discarded almost immediately. 

After buying her time, Theia rises with her Gaia at maximum force, causing her to draw in the other Gaia’s for a final fight. 

The other Gaia’s, now free to roam the battlefield, go in and out of Theia, allowing her to use their powers freely. However, this power is also shared with Thanatos, and the battle over the elements begins. 

Eventually Theia is victorious with one final explosion, but costs her the maximum power, and her gaia needs to reset. The other gaia’s vanish, presumably going to the other Titans again. 

Theia wakes up from being knocked unconscious, only to be met by the sight of Thanatos hunched over a light sword that was discarded during the fight. One end piercing the ground, the other piercing Thanatos’s heart. 

Due to her recharge state, Theia cannot make the light sword disappear, and with their Gaia’s still activated in their system, both begin to feel emotions different than their own. Theia begins to cry as Thanatos dies. 

[ Hobotics ] : Gaia of Hephaestus

Book opens to time shows the time frame being 25+/- years later. Atlas and Theia develop their relationship and eventually marry, and are shown to have a wonderful at home life.

Atlas has become commander of her own task force, one dedicated to the criminal offenses of Robotics. 

Theia discovers the reason she was able to control light fragments from across her body years ago is due to the Gaia reaching out to her flesh, what was considered foreign technology to the Gaia is now being scanned and replaced by a combination of Robotic and Human; becoming biotech. 

Atlas confronts a member of the Robot Rebellion, who is attacking citizens in broad daylight. Eventually, the details of a certain hobotic causes Atlas to slip, and let the robot run free.

After a month of investigation, Atlas discovers a local ring leader in the Robot Rebellion, a hobotic who hides in an abandon warehouse.

After conducting a raid of the warehouse, Atlas is attacked by water and ice, presuming this is just a copy cat of the Gaia’s, Atlas attacks the robot back. Soon she discovers the ring leader is none other that the Titan of Water, Thetis. 

Thetis is drawn back for an unknown reason, escaping Atlas through the sea. 

Contacting Aeolus, a member of the Council she works for and Titan of Nature; she tells him about Thetis. He claims to have no knowledge of his whereabouts, but knows he has been in contact with him once or twice within the last five years. 

Aeolus tells Atlas he’s discovered something within the files of the Olympa Corp., files that were sensitive and wanted to share them only with her. 

Atlas discovers there was another Athena model that Jupiter had plans with, one to replace Atlas.

After discovering it’s whereabouts, Atlas opens the pod where it was being kept--but by opening it turned it on. Atlas introduces Arete Olympa to Theia. 

Being her newest member of the family, Arete tries to talk about Jupiter to Atlas, and asks where he is--and how great he is.

Atlas blows up on her, but Theia corrects the situation by telling her about Jupiter and giving her information about him.

Eventually, Thetis gets tired of waiting and begins to attack the city himself. Atlas goes to stop him, but with Theia and Arete in hand. Both of them focus on getting people out as Atlas controls the situation.

After a couple of hours of fighting, Atlas is told via comm’s that she has the green light, that order 58-AA is in effect. Atlas laughs a little, causing Thetis to get angry--Atlas opens up about not being able to fight properly due to her job and it’s restrictions. But with order 58-AA in effect, that meant that within a 15 mile radius there was not another life sign around. Giving Atlas the green light to open fire without repercussions. 

Thetis and Atlas engage in a fight where both Gaia’s are at maximum power, but due to their opposite elements it seems almost impossible to defeat each other. Fire over water, ice over fire. However, Arete returns to the battlefield to interrupt and is briefly captured by Thetis who holds her hostage.

It’s then revealed Arete’s plan. While searching through Jupiter’s files, and her own in storage files, she discovers that she was equipped with her own off brand Gaia, one that was issued and created by Jupiter. Her Gaia is specific, that she is the only other being capable of absorbing and extracting a Gaia from a Hobotic’s being and code. 

With this, Arete extracts Thetis’s Gaia, leaving him powerless, and Atlas attacks him--destroying him. 

One month later, it’s revealed that Arete turned the Gaia over to the council, where Aeolus himself guards it using his resources over at his own technology company. 

It’s also revealed that Aeolus intends to use the Gaia to his own advantage, though not revealed to anyone but the reader that he intends to capture all the Gaia’s and eventually kick start the original Team Reform plan.

[ Hobotics ] : Titans of Reform

This book contains short stories of what happens to the Titans, each story focus’s on backstories that would not be included in the trilogy.

One story focus’s on Joseph, the Titan of Electricity. In his story, he meets a female Muslim teenager in Egypt, whose skateboarding skills are amazing enough to catch his attention. Eventually certain events transpire and the two must escape the eyes of the Robot Rebellion, who see’s their simple interaction as a menace. Joseph tries to keep the girl safe, but proves that he is a danger to her. During the events, Joseph loses his Gaia temporarily due to the events in the second book. Eventually after being captured, his Gaia returns to him. However, by fusing back into his body Joseph begins to go off like a bomb, and electricity pours from every part of his body. He attempts to burn off the energy but it proves too much for him, and eventually he cuts her lose to run. He burns through as much as he could before destroying any member of the Robot Rebellion around him. 

One story focus’s on Mantus, the Titan of Aether. Which shows the journey of his intergalactic travel. In between the events of Book Two and Book Three, Mantus fights as a member of the Canico special forces, but slips and uses his power on a group of terrorists. He accidentally shoots a portal into the sky, which hits a piece of debris far away and yanks him into space. After lightyears spending adrift, he finds himself entering the atmosphere of a foreign planets, and eventually meets up with the people that live there. After learning their language, Mantus communicates with them and learns of their past. A post apocalyptic world where technology overran them, and eventually an uprising of robots brought their world to its knees. After conquering over them, the sentient life on the planet band all use of technology. However, there is a rogue group that believes they should be allowed to use machines, and even uses old reformed machines to attack innocent people. Eventually, Mantus stops the group that wants to attack the innocent, only to have his back stabbed by the priest whose word is law. Though Mantus is exposed as a Hobotic, the priest is the only one who hates him--after all, Mantus saved them. Mantus is allowed to stay, despite who he is, and eventually begins to evolve to look like the native race of their planet. 

One story focus’s on Demeter, the Titan of Terra. This shows her journey through Book Three, when Atlas comes to her to help her fix herself up after her first battle with Thetis. Demeter is the only one she trusts, after the death of Jacopo. Demeter fixes Atlas after she herself has to combat the rebellions small group that came to attack the vulnerable Atlas. However, being the strongest Titan, Demeter makes short work of them. After being fixed up, Atlas asks Demeter to take care of Arete out of fear the Rebellion might come and get her. Demeter decides it’s best to take her stuff and move, taking Arete with her cross Brazil until they can find a place to settle. When they finally settle, Demeter is confronted by another DEM-Model, one of many of her brothers; who joined the rebellion. The get into open combat and eventually her brother was defeated. Arete rejoins Atlas and her fight in Japan soon after. 

One story focus’s on Aeolus, the Titan of Nature, who finds himself following Mantus through space after five hundred lightyears, and travels to the planet Mantus now lives and shapes the lives of those there. The original inhabitants have long died out, but their generations of people revere Mantus as the bringer of technology and now thrive in a more advanced society. Unfortunately, Mantus’ life is interrupted by a corrupt Aeolus, who has consumed the other Gaia’s after each other Titan had died, extending his life as well as allowing him to reform any planet he choses. However, he cannot bring sentient life without the Gaia of Hades, in which Mantus is in possession of. After crashing on his planet, Aeolus openly fights Mantus, but his own power over his gaia has advanced way more than Aeolus predicted. Being on this planet has given him time to discover the full extent of his powers. After an extended battle, Mantus defeats Aeolus, only to allow the Gaia’s to slowly fade within Aeolus’s dying body. Without them, Mantus remains the only Hobotic to possess the last Gaia.

One story focus’s on Theia, the Titan of Light; whose journey through her discovery over her body turns from good to worse, then good again. Before the events of the second book, Theia begins to feel pain in her arm, and as the years go by she begins to feel tiny pain through out her body. After the events of the second book, Theia goes out to find a specialist in both biology and technology, who was trying to discover if biotech was possible. With Theia’s body, she was able to test her theory and discover what was happening to her. The Gaia within Theia’s arm began understanding the signals sent from Theia’s brain to her hobotic arm, which allowed her to move her fingers and rotate her wrist. Slowly over the years the Gaia used this signal to travel through out Theia’s body and scan and organize the information of her body. Understanding what was consider foreign technology to it. Eventually over the years, Theia’s body stopped giving her pain, and discovered that her Gaia was merging the technology in her arm through out her flesh, and vice versa. Combining Hobotic with Human flesh. 

One story focus’s on Thetis and Khione, the Titans of Water and Ice. In this story we see why Thetis and Khione are so close--as well as their traumatic past that kept them from having a functioning relationship with anyone besides themselves. Both Khione and Thetis were created as part of a placement program that would intergrade Hobotics into human society. However, this program was put in place years before the North American War, in which Canada and Mexico allied themselves to finally take over the United States. After years of putting up with their hostility, the two nations successfully pulled together to take the lands back, and in agreement  renamed the newly claimed land as the New Territories of Canico, or just Canico for short. Thetis and Khione live in a perfect home, to two Hobotics who share the same model as them. However, Thetis’s best friend comes from a home of humans who disagree with Hobotic lives in the first place, and the father--a sheriff in town, ends up joining the American Rebellion and fights to “clean the streets”, and hits their home. Thetis and Khione witnesses the death of their parents, and Thetis lashes out at his best friend--and in that moment stabs him in the neck. Khione withdraws Thetis, but her love for her brother causes her to snap and stay by his side. Eventually the town becomes a ghost town, untouched by anyone after the two slaughtered it’s human residence. 

[roguenewsdao]

Stones Are Crying Out (Part 2 of 3)

"I know that after my departing grievous wolves shall enter in among you, not sparing the flock; and from among your own selves shall men arise, speaking perverse things...."  -- Apostle Paul, Acts 20:29,30 (American Standard Version)

The previous blog argued the idea that the AI revolution that is currently overtaking the world is just the modern incarnation of a long-running Kabbalist agenda in search of the ultimate power, the dynamism of creation itself. We went through the gradual, centuries-long elitist project of separating us, "the great unwashed," from our right to hold sacred knowledge of our origins. Meanwhile, those same elitists, an actual Babylonian priesthood in the true historic sense of the word, assumed a monopoly for themselves of the use of God's personal name as the "central role" in their quest to achieve the power of self-godship. This issue should be of concern to all people, even if one considers himself an atheist, because, once again, we are coming face-to-face with an unjust conspiracy designed to steal a body of knowledge that was meant to benefit you and not be hoarded by a small powerful cabal.

This blog will take a look at how we know that the elitist knowledge suppression has continued exercising its influence right down to our modern era in the Digital Age. The suppression continued as the Church was hijacked and abandoned the model Christ had set for it. It rolled right on through the Protestant Reformation, even while well-intentioned men made the sacred scriptures available in the common tongue. Once every four years, the public catches a glimpse of that suppression during the oath of office sworn on the event of the presidential inauguration.

Government Built on Dishonest Oaths

When President Trump took the oath of office earlier this year, our live Rogue Media broadcast raised the question about which Bible did the President use while taking the oath. Better late than never, I did follow up with that question and even ordered a copy of that particular version of the Bible for myself.

The President used both the traditional White House "Lincoln" Bible as well as his own personal copy of the Revised Standard Version. That version of the Bible is highly popular among Protestant denominations. The President's copy was one that his mother gifted to him upon his graduation from Presbyterian Sunday school back in 1955.

The copy that I was able to obtain is likely similar, if not identical to, the President's. My copy was published in 1953 by "Thomas Nelson and Sons." If you look at the opening preface of nearly every version of the Bible, you will see that the publisher has included notes pertinent to his particular version. The preface usually explains why the publisher has decided to include, or exclude, the Tetragrammaton from his edition. This copy of the Revised Standard Version is no exception; it also has chosen to comply with Jewish (or rather, Kabbalistic) custom and avoid the usage of the divine name in a book meant to be read by the "great unwashed," the general public. It explains its reasons thus, as copied from a page at Bible-Researcher.com:

A major departure from the practice of the American Standard Version is the rendering of the Divine Name, the “Tetragrammaton.” The American Standard Version used the term “Jehovah”; the King James Version had employed this in four places, but everywhere else, except in three cases where it was employed as part of a proper name, used the English word Lord (or in certain cases God) printed in capitals. 

The present revision returns to the procedure of the King James Version, which follows the precedent of the ancient Greek and Latin translators and the long established practice in the reading of the Hebrew scriptures in the synagogue. While it is almost if not quite certain that the Name was originally pronounced “Yahweh,” this pronunciation was not indicated when the Masoretes added vowel signs to the consonantal Hebrew text. 

To the four consonants YHWH of the Name, which had come to be regarded as too sacred to be pronounced, they attached vowel signs indicating that in its place should be read the Hebrew word Adonai meaning “Lord” (or Elohim meaning “God”).... 

For two reasons the Committee has returned to the more familiar usage of the King James Version: (1) the word “Jehovah” does not accurately represent any form of the Name ever used in Hebrew; and (2) the use of any proper name for the one and only God, as though there were other gods from whom He had to be distinguished, was discontinued in Judaism before the Christian era and is entirely inappropriate for the universal faith of the Christian Church.

Sadly, the Revised Standard Version and thousands of other versions have chosen to place themselves under the thumb of those ancient elitist traditions that dictate who gets to know God and who doesn't. To the two objections noted in the above paragraph, my retort would be the following: (1) The name "Jesus" isn't the Hebrew name that Mary called her son either, and yet you haven't deleted that name. (2) Since when does a Christian Bible publisher bow to the will of a Kabbalah tradition? Jesus didn't. The question you should be asking is "Why did Judaism discontinue it?" Not to mention the fact that early church fathers Jerome and Origen both confirmed that the Tetragrammaton was still known in their time between the second and third century C.E.

So, the above statement by Nelson & Sons that infers that the divine name was "discontinued in Judaism before the Christian era" is blatantly dishonest. However, they are not alone. Most Bible publishers, though not all, have chosen to cower under Kabbalist pressure. By and large, the name of the Creator has been erased from the public's version of sacred knowledge. Any oath of office taken on such a copy is also dishonest. The erasure has made it all the easier for the Priesthood to maintain its monopoly over ancient knowledge. Therefore, any elected official who takes the oath on a Bible that bends its knee to the will of that Priesthood has also bound himself to the will of that Priesthood.

Curiously and hypocritically, many of these Bible publishers do leave the divine name intact in a handful of places, as if they are afraid to cross that red line by erasing it altogether. Since they leave a note in the preface to tell you where they substituted it for the word LORD, the astute Bible reader can just mentally re-insert the divine name into the content whenever he comes across the substitution.

At the end of this blog, I will leave you with a list of a few noteworthy Bible versions and translations that have chosen to restore the author's name in its proper places. I myself chose long ago not to celebrate the Christmas holidays because of the utter travesty that organized Christianity has inflicted on Christ's original teachings, but I know that many of you do. If you want to consider using a Bible that has chosen to comply with Christ's original mission of hallowing his Father's name, now would be a good time of year to obtain your own copy, or at least bookmark their online versions in your browser.

The Illuminati Trinity

Now, what does all of this have to do with modern events? As many RM readers know, we've had many discussions about how the whole world is caught in a gang war between the old, dying Rockefeller empire and the ever-present Old Money Rothschild dynasty. With every passing day, it becomes more evident that President Donald J. Trump was the man chosen by the Rothschild powers-that-be as their tool to achieve the next stage in a millenia-old agenda. Another breadcrumb that Spaceman left for us in the final hour of his final broadcast was a detailed discussion of the alliance that was made in the 18th century by three men destined to manipulate world events down to this year and beyond: Adam Weishaupt (Illuminati, Gnosticism, Hermetica), Jacob Frank (Kabbalah, Sabbateans), and Amschel Mayer Rothschild (money creation, banking, and puppet-mastering).

I could write endlessly in this blog with internet references about all the nefarious deeds of those three men. Spaceman did a good job of summing it up in the final hour of his final broadcast [linked here], so I will leave you with that.

Many years ago, I ran across this page at BibliotecaPleyades.net that listed some of the common sacraments and customs of the Church, showing how these were really Jewish in origin. That should not surprise us. As mentioned in the opening quotation at the top of this blog, the Apostle Paul already saw the trend towards corruption. Christ had warned about it 30 years before Paul, the Apostle Peter likewise warned about it contemporary with Paul, and the Apostle John stated that the trend had already established a foothold shortly before his own death, about 30 years after Paul.

That website above is loaded with archives culled from all over the web and is a highly useful tool if you care to do your own research on the legacy left by these men and by any other secret society that spun off from their lead. There is an interesting quote here from early church father, Athanasius, that betrays a Kabbalist belief that man does have the right to turn himself into a god. After all, so the argument goes, Jesus did.

However, he also taught that the Incarnation of the Word “divinized” human flesh, making it possible for men to become “gods.” “God became man that men might become gods,” wrote Athanasius.

As we stand now on the precipice of the coming year 2018, the whole world is being swept along in a new reality that is being engineered by the corporations, universities, and government structures that those three men left behind. We are witnessing the arrival of the "4th Industrial Revolution" being ushered in on the red carpet delivered by futuristic digital innovations and crypto technology.

In the third part of this blog series, I will pick up on the reference that Dr. Goertzel made to the "golem" of the Middle Ages. We'll explore the very real possibility that the human fathers of the next decade's sentient AI beings are likewise indoctrinating their digital sons in occult traditions.

As promised, here is a partial list of Bible versions and translations that have rejected the tradition of the Babylonian Priesthood by restoring the divine name in its rightful places. Many of these have online versions and apps. I have provided a few links but there are others.

The Jerusalem Bible (1966) uses "Yahweh" in 6,823 places in the Old Testament.

The New Jerusalem Bible (1985) uses "Yahweh" in 6,823 places in the Old Testament.

The World English Bible (WEB) (1997) [a Public Domain work with no copyright] uses "Yahweh" some 6837 times.

Rotherham's Emphasized Bible (1902) retains "Yahweh" throughout the Old Testament.

The Anchor Bible (in progress) retains "Yahweh" throughout the Old Testament.

The American Standard Version (1901) uses "Jehovah" in 6,823 places in the Old Testament.

The New World Translation (1961/1984/2013), published by the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society, uses "Jehovah" in 7,216 places. [App in many languages; Android or Apple]

The Sacred Scriptures Bethel Edition (1981) used by adherents of the Church of God (Seventh Day)

The Divine Name King James Bible (2011) uses "Jehovah" in 6,973 places. 

The Lexham English Bible (2012) uses "Yahweh" throughout the Old Testament.

Green's Literal Translation (1985) uses "Jehovah" in 6,866 places in the Old Testament.

The Recovery Version (1999) uses "Jehovah" in 6,841 places in the Old Testament.

The Darby Bible (1890) by John Nelson Darby renders the Tetragrammaton as Jehovah 6,810 times.

The Bible in Living English (1972) by Steven T. Byington, published by the Watchtower Bible and Tract Society 

The Names of God Bible (2011,2014) by Ann Spangler uses "Yahweh" throughout the Old Testament.

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