#but only after james has a horrible crash that ends his season and many press people think will end his career

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I would say I have no explanation for this, but uh. I really do. Behold: the first ideas for a Terror IndyCar AU that has possessed me for the last 36 straight hours. It would not leave me alone until I put some of it to paper.

Behold: Crozier as an established, relatively liked, if cynical, driver, upstart rookie James Fitzjames, and Hickey, who is, as always, totally normal and not causing problems.

The art is rushed, but I needed to purge the demons as fast as I could

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War of Wolves (18)

Season 1

Episode 18 - Revelations 

Bucky x Reader 

Summary: You have been on the streets for the past two years, ever since your accident that left you with the ability to tell if someone is lying. You work as an informant for the white wolf and his mob but you had never met him…until you overhear a phone call that leads you to saving his life. Now he wants you to work for him. Its an offer you couldn’t refuse…right?

Word count: 2966

Warnings: Violence, Car crash, blood, swearing 

A/N: This takes place seconds after the end of the last episode. The format is going to change a little bit after this one so enjoy! 

I also wanted to make a special shoutout to @marvelouscatharsis for making amazing fan art for this series! I loved it and I feel incredible to have inspired it and to know you all enjoy the series this much!xox 

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As Sam drives off, the only light comes from the half moon in the sky. You stare off where the cars had been, and you feel Bucky watching you until he speaks softly, “you made the right call”. 

Your eyes stay fixed to the distance, “did I?”. 

Bucky moves to stand in front of you. He uses his flesh hand to tilt your head up by your chin, “if you hadn’t done what you did something horrible would have happened tonight. Steve is just scared and not thinking straight”. 

You nod as your eyes finally meet his. He speaks again, softly in the night, “we’ll figure everything out when things calm down. But right now, I want to know if you’re okay?”. 

Your eyes automatically start darting away from his, “yeah, I’m fine”. He continues to stare at you, his hand still holding your chin. When your eyes can no longer avoid his gaze you crack, “I’m just scared Buck. I just have this dread in the pit of my stomach and I feel like I brought this all on you, that this is all my fault”. 

Bucky frowns, confused, “how is any of this your fault?”. 

You take in a shaky breath, “you didn’t have a problem with Isaac until I came along”. 

Bucky’s hand slides to cup your cheek, “none of this is your fault Doll. You don’t control what other people do and I have plenty of enemies out there. Something like this would be happening with or without you here by my side. The only difference now, is that I have one more person to fight for. One more person to protect and I have one more person that has my back”. 

You study his face before saying, “I love you James”. 

Bucky smiles before leaning down to connect with your lips. He gives a deep but quick kiss before murmuring, “I love you too Doll”. 

When he pulls back you feel cold and disappointed, but you knew you still had things to do. Bucky gets his phone out, “I’ll call two guys to come to the end of the dirt road. I don’t want them to see the house, so I’ll go take care of the bodies and hand them off to the guys to take care of while you and I go and check on Peggy”. 

You nod as you make your way back to the house, “what do you want me to do now?”. 

He steers you over to Steve and Peggy’s car, “stay here, I’ll go get the keys and you can wait for me in the car”. 

“I can help-“, you start to protest. 

But he cuts you off, “no. It won’t take me long. Stay here, let me go get the keys”. 

Bucky runs off into the house but is only gone for a second before coming back with the keys. He waits for you to get in the car before going back into the house. 

Twenty minutes later Bucky is dragging two bodies wrapped in tarp towards the car. He throws them into the boot and then throws his ruined suit jacket in the back. He gets into the driver’s side and rolls up his shirt sleeves before turning the car on. 

As he travels down the dirt road his hand rests briefly on your leg and you give him a grateful smile, even as the dread in your stomach grows. 

When he gets towards the end, there is a car waiting. Bucky talks to them briefly before they make light work of moving the bodies to their car. They drive off in the opposite direction to you. 

The road is dark and empty, and you were happy to be heading back home to see Peggy. It was only twenty minutes down the road, but five minutes in as you drive into the middle of the intersection you finally notice a road block. 

There are three cars in a row stopping you from progressing. The dread in your stomach turns to icy fear as Bucky quickly throws the car into reverse. Only Bucky never gets the chance to get the car moving as a van ploughs into the side of the car. 

The van hits you with such force that the car flips and slides until it rolls down a small embankment until it finally stops upside down. 

Adrenaline is coursing through your body as blood starts rushing to your head. You can feel panic brewing in your chest as you move your head around. Your seatbelt is keeping you strapped in, so your movement is limited but you manage to look to your side and see Bucky unmoving.

The panic increases, clawing at your throat as your hands reach for the belt. You try to unclip it but its not working as you use your strangled voice, “Bucky? Bucky?! You need to wake up”. 

You start pulling frantically at your seat belt but to no avail, “Bucky! Please wake up”. 

You think you can hear voices further away, so you leave your belt and reach over to Bucky. You shake his as best as you can until you finally hear a groan. Relief floods you hard and fast at hearing him make a noise and you feel a tear slide down your face and fall to the floor. 

After that Bucky comes around quick. He looks over to you, “Y/N, you okay?”. You nod, your voice still coming out strangled, “but I can’t get my seatbelt off Buck”. 

He reaches for his and yanks it out with his metal hand. He braces himself from falling and then kicks his door open, “its okay, I’ll come and get you out now, don’t panic, I’m here”. 

You watch him get out and try to keep your breathing even. Its not long before he rips the door away and half climbs back in on your side. His flesh arm braces you as his metal one yanks your seatbelt out.

The voices are much closer now as Bucky helps you crawl out. When you stand you notice blood trickling down Bucky’s face steadily from the top of his head. He starts to pull you towards the treeline, to try and run, but he stumbles. You catch him just about, but he stumbles again and this time you both fall to your knees. You see the men come around the car now and you know its over. 

You hear Bucky slur, “run”. 

You just shake your head as you take your jacket off and press it to his head, “I’d never leave you Buck”. 

His half-lidded eyes look at you, “please run for me Y/N”. 

You just give him a sad smile until a guy grabs your arm and yanks you away. To your surprise Bucky moves fast, throwing a punch before you even blink. The guy falls to the floor and Bucky catches you, both hands on your upper arms.

You stare at each other for a few seconds before more men come. You’re ripped away from Bucky again and there’s too many for him to handle on his own, especially in his current state. He holds his own until someone tasers him. 

Bucky drops, convulsing on the floor. Despite his being on the floor the guy still carries on and you scream at him, “stop it! Please!”. You struggle violently until you hear him. 

Isaac’s voice cuts the air, “enough. Get him in the car”. 

You want to throw up when Isaac steps in front of you. Pure hatred distorts your features as you look at him and his sick smile, “Y/N, nice to see you again. Should we go somewhere for a chat?”.

They put you and Bucky in separate cars. They also put a bag over your head which did not help your breathing. 

You think it was about an hour later when the car stopped, and someone dragged you out of the car. The only reason you went along with it is because they had Bucky, and you weren’t going to leave him. 

You felt the air change when you entered a building. You were finding it hard to keep up with whoever was pulling you along as your body ached from the crash. The man keeps pulling you no matter how many times you nearly fall, until you eventually get thrown into a chair. 

Your hands and feet are immediately tied causing your joints to ache. When you’re secure to the chair, the bag gets whipped off your head. 

You find it hard to see at first, your eyes watering at the brightness of the room. When they start adjusting you notice you’re in a warehouse, one that looks similar to Bucky’s where he takes people to interrogate. 

The next thing you notice is Bucky in the chair opposite you. He’s tied down too, except they used metal chains to keep him in place. His head is hanging forward, obviously still unconscious. 

It doesn’t take long for Isaac to make his appearance. He walks in smug and sure. You would give anything to claw his eyes out. 

His voice echoes in the big space, “Y/N, I’m so glad you could join me, I hope the drive was okay?”. 

You barely contain your hatred, “fuck off Isaac”. 

He shakes his head as he approaches, “I’ve been nothing but nice to you and you talk to me like this? We’ll see if you change your tune soon”. 

Your heart squeezes painfully as he walks over to Bucky. Isaac takes a syringe out of his jacket pocket and injects the contents into his neck. You try to keep the panic out of your voice, “what did you just do?”. 

Isaac steps back and looks at you, “its only a little something to wake him up. This won’t be as satisfying if he’s unconscious”. His words create a knot in your stomach.

It doesn’t take long for Bucky to come back to the land of the conscious. He lifts his head slowly and you watch him take in the scene before his eyes land on you. You give him the smallest of smiles and you see his jaw clench before staring daggers at Isaac. 

Isaac just smiles at Bucky until Bucky speaks, his voice hoarse, “what do you want?”. 

Isaac studies him, “did you gather much information on me Mr Barnes?”. 

Bucky remains quiet, obviously not wanting to give anything away, so Isaac speaks again, “I’m assuming not and if you did, none of it was the right information”. 

“What are you getting at?”, Bucky practically spits the words at him. 

Isaac shifts his gaze to you now. His lingering eyes making the knot in your stomach tighten, “you still don’t remember do you?”. 

You look at him confused, “remember what?”. 

Isaac walks closer to you and you see Bucky strain slightly in the corner of your eye. Isaac speaks again, watching your expressions closely, “your accident. I can’t believe neither of you figured it out yet. I was there”. 

You just became more confused and by the looks of it, Bucky was confused too. Isaac just laughs and carries on, “I orchestrated the whole thing. I planned the crash. Of course, you wouldn’t know that, but I was there that day. I was the first person you saw…well after you saw your mother dead next to you”. 

You didn’t know how to process what he was saying, nothing was making sense. You were grateful that Bucky asked the questions for you, “why? Why Y/N? It doesn’t make sense”. 

Despite Bucky being the one to ask the question, Isaac never takes his eyes off you, “I was a doctor a long time ago, until I lost my licence. I did research that allowed me to discover that certain people in the world have very specific different DNA profiles. I won’t bore you with the science, it would be wasted on you, but essentially if something were to happen that allowed that gene to evolve that person could unlock aspects of the brain that no human can do in tandem to their other parts of the brain”. 

Your mind was racing, and you were close to throwing up, but you managed to hear Bucky ask, “how did you know Y/N had different DNA? And how the hell did you know causing an accident would work?”. 

Isaac still spoke to you, “I discovered this when I was still a doctor. I had access to databases that allowed me to obtain blood samples of people I suspected that had these different DNA profiles. Y/N was on the list and I kept the list after I lost my licence. As for the crash, I had taken a few people to experiment on trying to unlock the gene myself, but it never worked. They all died. I thought a traumatic head injury might do the trick”. 

The anger in Bucky’s voice rang loud and clear, “you caused a crash as an experiment and just hoped that Y/N wouldn’t die?”. 

Isaac runs a finger down the side of your face. You jerk away from it, “don’t touch me”. 

You hear the chains around Bucky shift. Isaac just tuts, “don’t be like that. I gave you a gift”. 

You couldn’t help the way your voice raised in anger at him, “a gift? What part of it was meant to be a gift? The fact you killed my mother? The fact you made me homeless? Or perhaps the PTSD?”. 

Isaac grabs your chin, but you move out of his grasp only for him to grab your face roughly. He speaks low, venom lacing his words, “don’t pretend like I did you anything less than a favour. Your mother was dying, and she was ruining your life”. 

He lets you go and steps back. You spit at his shoes, “you ever talk about my mother like that again and I’ll do more than spit at you”. 

The fury on his face was hard to miss as he made a move towards you, but Bucky’s voice stopped him, “you touch her again and I swear to every god that exists I will kill you”. 

Isaac turns to face him this time with a chuckle, “I don’t think so Mr Barnes. Before I take Y/N away to carry out some tests, I’ll be making sure to kill you”. 

Your eyes flick from Bucky to Isaac as Isaac pulls out another syringe. He moves towards Bucky, “how does it feel to know that you lost White Wolf?”. 

Before Isaac can get any closer you shout, “wait! Please stop. If you promise to let Bucky go, I’ll go with you willingly. I’ll make it easier for you take me wherever you want. But if you kill him, I’ll fight you every step of the way”. 

Bucky was looking at you with alarm on his face, but you ignored him instead staring at Isaac as he turned your offer around in his head. Isaac nodded slowly, “I suppose that wouldn’t be too terrible…excuse me for a moment”. 

Once Isaac leaves the room Bucky starts speaking to you, “what are you doing?”. 

You give him a small smile, “saving your ass…again”. 

Bucky shakes his head, “you can’t seriously be thinking about going with him for me?”. 

You’re surprised when your voice comes out steady, like you knew what you were doing, “Buck, even if I fought him, I would never get away. Look how many men he has here, and he could knock me out if he wanted and take me wherever he wanted…he’s taking me whether we like it or not, at least this way I get to save you in the process and you may even find me”. 

“I will find you”, his eyes burn with promise. He drops his head, “this is all my fault, I should have protected you better-“. 

You cut him off, “no. Don’t do that. None of this is your fault, we didn’t know any of this would happen. So, stop thinking like that, you need to keep your head clear. No matter what happens it wasn’t your fault and I wouldn’t have changed it for the world. I love you”. 

He finally gives you a ghost of a smile, “say it again”. 

You smile back, “I love you Bucky Barnes”. 

“I love you too”, his voice is thick with emotion and it broke your heart. 

You never got to say anything else as Isaac walks back into the room. He’s carrying a different syringe and you narrow your eyes at him, “what are you doing?”. 

Isaac walks over to Bucky, “don’t worry, its just something to knock him out while we leave”. 

You can see that it takes everything Bucky has not to resist it, but he also knows this is the only plan we have. After Isaac injects Bucky, it takes less than ten seconds for his head to fall forward again. 

Isaac turns to you, “and then there were two”. 

You pay him no attention as you commit Bucky to memory. Isaac unties you and starts leading you from the room when you say, “I told you to let him go, that doesn’t mean leave him here chained”. 

You watch him roll his eyes and he pull on your upper arm harder, “I’ll get one of my men to untie him. We have places to be”. 

You don’t detect the lie so let it go as you try and keep up with Isaac. He ends up shoving you into the back of the car before pulling you by your hair. The sudden movement causes you to cry out as he exposes your neck. 

You feel the sting of the needle and the darkness claiming you before you fall sideways on the backseat.

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Buffalo Bills: Things we know this week

Note: This special “Things we know this week” commentary is written by the so-called “Negative Stanley”. Returning next week will be the regular host and he and the readers of this piece attempt to recover from the negative nature of ole Stanley. Reader discretion is advised.

Nie boję się mówić, jak to jest. Organizacja Buffalo Bills jest w ciąży i nie ma żadnego usprawiedliwienia, by usprawiedliwić straszliwą i żenującą szynę, jaką miały w tym stuleciu. Powinni byli przez przypadek popełniać przypadkowe wypadki w tych wszystkich latach nieszczęśliwych.

I am very much aware that the populace refers to me as “Negative Stanley”. ‘The Negative One’ Surprised? Shocked? You don’t haul a name like that for as many miles and decades as I have without becoming aware of what people call you behind your back. They eventually quaff voluminous highballs and spill the beans when intoxicated. I am aware.

I am also self aware. I tell it like it is being exactly why some people choose to like me.  They may claim not to like me, but they adore me as will you. They know where they stand, where I stand and never get blindsided. They may get hit hard with reality or possibly verbally assaulted. It’s a free country, well kind of, and I am allowed to express myself. I guess maybe possibly one or two folks out there choose not to like me so much.

I can’t imagine not caring for my blunt intelligent personality. We won’t even get into my charm and good looks. Lots of MOJO at One Stanley Drive. I did something right to make it to this age which the exact number is none of your business. I had a fantastic wife who left this world much too early, but had suffered enough. I know Scott would say she suffered for all of those years being married to me or left to get far away from me and how much further could she get than the afterlife?

I would actually give him “knucks” for that one. He is harmless. He got me this great shirt I am wearing right now. Oh yeah, you can’t see it. Too bad. I digress. Ok ok… it says “Just One Before I die” next to the Stanley Cup. What a great name for a trophy. I also have one saying the same exact thing with the Lombardi trophy on it. However, it does not look like the Pegulas’ are going to see to it that my shirt’s request become a reality.

I have two grown kids who did well for themselves giving me five wonderful grandchildren. I worked many years at the Steel Plant until they devastated the region. I served my country in the army over in the Vietnam War protecting our freedoms. Conflict… my bad. Guess what that means? I can say what the heck I want to say…and when I want to say it. Freedom of speech applies to my brutal honesty. Ha ha. You walked right into that one.

For those of you who know some polish, you are many steps ahead of everyone else. I will share what I wrote with you in English in my opening sentence soon. Forgive me if I am a bit slower at making my point, but I obviously got my ‘Dingus’ on last week here in Buffalo being that Dingus Day was Monday and Buffalo is the ‘Dingus’ capital of the world.

That being said old timer Polish Buffalo Americans such as I party Dingus style all week long. I recover slower than a few years back. That said, you aren’t going to get the mushy ‘love is in the air’ view on the Bills like you do from Mr. Scott. Beam me up Scotty. I love saying that interrupting him when he is talking making him forget what he was going to say.

Some weeks you would think he was on The Bills payroll. Not this guy here. This is what I was making clear to start things off. OK, what the first opening paragraph said for those boring un-cultured clueless readers who don’t know polish.

“I am not afraid to speak as it is. The Buffalo Bills organization sucks and has no excuse to justify the horrible and embarrassing drought that they have been in for this century. They should have made the playoffs by accident one time in all of these miserable years of existence.”

Here comes the fun where some people will be cursing me.

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Things we know About the Buffalo Bills and why they suck this week (and every week)

414-475-8 is the franchise record overall for the Buffalo Bills, dating back to when I used to go watch them play at the “Rock pile” War Memorial Stadium before moving out to Orchard Park into Rich Stadium in 1973. That record is pretty darn bad if you think about it.

That is almost four full seasons of losses below .500 and I was generous basing a season on 16 games when for a portion of the Bills existence a season was 14 games. Considering they did some winning in the 60’s with Jack Kemp and Cookie Gilchrist, the 70’s with O.J, the Chuck Knox coached teams of the very early 80’s and of course the “Almost A Dynasty” Hall of Fame loaded team of the late 80’s and 90’s. With that amount of winning teams come 475 losses. That is a lot of freaking losses to gather up any way you look at it.

For all of the good and great players the Bills have drafted over the years, rarely do you hear about the amount of picks they really missed on. Some the biggest busts start out with when the team selected Mike Williams at number four overall. Aaron Maybin at 11 also ranks right up there with him not even wearing a uniform for that many games in Buffalo.

Tom Cousineau was selected number one overall and chose to play for Montreal in the CFL.  That really says your franchise sucks if you ask me. JP Losman was a first rounder who played himself right out of the NFL and to the UFL. James Hardy ended his NFL career with less than 200 yards receiving. I will stop there and not get in to Erik Flowers and James McCargo. Ouch. Okay, I shall stop.

Keep in mind the Bills have also drafted successful running backs high in the draft when they already had a very good one in place multiple times. In my view they could have changed their fortunes by taking a player needed elsewhere instead of running a good running back out of town making room for the new one. In my mind, Fred Jackson who was undrafted was better than the number one picks they used throughout the stretch in this millennium. They have also missed on a number of coaches as well. I digress….

On air image coach/consultant Gerry Matalan has been hired to work with the Buffalo Bills head coach. That is absolutely pathetic that they bring in a talent coach instead of just bringing in talent and a coach and win some games. Doug Whaley has been pretty much locked in his office after he just crashed and burned, embarrassing himself and the organization at a press conference.

The last several coaches have just put a foot in their mouth on far too many occasions in a town where fans are used to well spoken, great team ambassadors’ like Marv Levy, Bill Polian and John Butler who had the advantage of winning to help the image, but usually were great representatives.

It is humorous that I include the man that told the media and fans to “get out of town”, Bill Polian, on the list of role model examples on public image. He won a lot of games with several teams and is in the Hall of Fame. Winning solves everything after all. Teach your kids the right way. Winning is not everything.. it is the only thing. Not winning the Super Bowl. Not the division or even the conference.

Just win enough to get a wild card position for postseason play and you just really made things much better in all areas of the organization. If they start making the playoffs as a wild card team every year and exiting in the first game for multiple years in a row and become the playoff choking team as opposed to the team with the longest active playoff drought, let’s deal with that problem when that actually happens. Pathetic is the only word I can think of and I am only talking about one of Pegula’s teams at the moment.

Todd Collins, Billy Joe Hobert, Alex Van Pelt, Rob Johnson, Doug Flutie, Drew Bledsoe, J.P. Losman, Kelly Holcomb, Brian Brohm, Trent Edwards, Ryan Fitzpatrick, E.J. Manuel, Kyle Orton, Tyrod Taylor. These are some names of the team’s embarrassing attempt to find the franchise guy. Some of them had a good part of a season like Flutie and Drew Bledsoe with each earning a Pro Bowl appearance. Tyrod Taylor was an alternate twice in two years, but that was based on his combination of his rushing yards and his big play ability as well as his success not turning the ball over.

That still hasn’t been enough to make him move the chains in all areas of the field or to lead big drives when needed at urgent times. He definitely is not to be mistaken for the “comeback kid”.  Please do not read Scott’s article from the fall of 2015 where I am quoted.  I really put Tyrod way up higher ranking than I should have. Scott was really making me out to be the story there like silent Bob was in Kevin Smith’s movies.

Did I mention Jeff Tuel? 

Enough said. Names like these abetted reaching 475 losses. Names like these, decisions like these are indictable in a 17 year (and still going) playoff drought.

Names like these support my statement that the Bills organization just really sucks! I’m too fired up to write anymore. I don’t’ know how Scotty does this every week. I actually really wonder WHY Scott does this every week. Scott always is playing a song by some British band Depeche Mode who he offered to go see with me if I treated in Warsaw. That’s fair… said no Buffalo Polish American EVER. The song is’ Walking in my shoes.’ Scott, if you read this, I do not wish to walk in your shoes. I do not like your shoes very much. Or the Buffalo Bills currently. Beam me up Scotty. Stosh is out.

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