#come back to your tony Cay

[brittzsimmin]

Cairo stretched out and smiled as she watched Ty pull his pants on and button them, "Next time, just tell me to meet you down here, we don't have to do all that back and forth."

Ty just stared at her, trying not to say anything too mean, "Cai, I already told you nobody came here to see yo' ass. I came to talk to--"

"Bambi, yeah yeah I know, the fuck. Stuck up bitch barely even comes in anymore. Thinks she's too good since Wade gave her money for her boutique and shit."

Ty pulled her up off the bed by her shoulders, "What the fuck you mean she barely comes in? You told me she was gonna be here tonight!" He saw Cairo shrink, but he didn't care. Once again she was doing something to piss him off. "I told you I needed to talk to her and here you go throwing pussy around playin' an shit!"

"Damn Ty what the fuck?!" she yelled back, "What do you want me to do? I haven't seen you in two months. You keep ignoring my phone calls and texts and shit. Last time I came by your house the doorman wouldn't even let me up!"

Ty pointed a finger in her face, "THERE'S A REASON FOR THAT! Bruh, what don't you get? You not my girl. I don't have to answer the phone, I don't have to let you up! I'm tryin' to find Bambi to get an update on Tonie and here my dumb ass go getting caught up with you!" He pushed her back on the bed and stormed toward the door, "LET HER KNOW I CAME BY. I don't give a fuck if you think she's stuck up. If she comes in tonight, the FIRST thing you better do is tell her to call me!"

The door slam made Cairo jump.

[redmayniac-roleplayer]

A Confession (even here we can have it, yassss)

I just wanted you all to know that the true reason for Antony have gotten crazy and killed his mother Barbara is because his true and only love, Cay, is dead. All of that story about forced incest is a lie, just Hollywood drama. And I know it because I am Antony, and I'm writing this from my cell on the jail. Cay, I will never forget you. Nor you, nor your sweet voice, nor your beautiful Marilyn Monroe style hair. Someday we'll meet again, when I'm dead and my soul flies away to the Garden of Delights. All of my love. Your Tony.

[kai-writes-fan-fiction]

In Hiding

Heyo friendos! It's me, Cay. This reader insert wasn't a request; it was more or less indulgent. I'm still taking requests, though, so please send them in! I'm thinking about making this a series; please leave a note if you're interested in seeing more! This was also written in the 2nd person. One last tidbit: I’d recommend listening to the songs mentioned in the story for effect, your choice tho!

Word count: 1029

Main pairings: Avengers x enhanced!fem!reader, and later on may change.

Synopsis: Reader is a shapeshifter, capable of almost anything. They've been running from Hydra, The Avengers, and the Government. What happens when the Avengers find the reader?

Warnings: Like 1 swear word, angst, fluff and more cursing in next chapters, really un-graphic violence

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You had been hiding from everyone: the Avengers, HYDRA, and the Government. You were one of the last enhanced persons that hadn't been killed, captured, or recruited by the Avengers.

You were hiding out in a small flat in New York City. In it, you had the bare minimum, a couch, a laptop, a hot plate, and clothes for a week. Thanks to your powers, you didn't need much more. Being a shapeshifter, you could do almost anything, turn into anyone.

Lately, you'd been using your powers to shift into avengers and use their powers to your benefit.

See, the way that you worked was that when you shifted into a person, object, or animal, you gained their strength, appearance, and abilities. This came in handy when you needed to get food, you'd turn into a cute puppy and beg people, or you'd steal using Wanda's telekinesis.

Your hair and eyes were naturally bright blue, a result of your powers. When you shifted into anything with hair or eyes, it was also blue. When you shifted into an object, its surface was blue.

After a month or so of hiding in New York, you decided it was time to step up your game. You began planning bank heists and hacking into government files to completely remove yourself from the system. You were one of the greatest minds and most powerful beings the world would ever know, but no one knew of you.

After your first successful bank heist, you’d been noticed by the police. Watching the security footage from your theft, they became confused. Who was this teenaged girl already pulling bank robberies? Dumbfounded, the authorities decided they needed help from higher up. Dealing with enhanced individuals was tricky, and the most experienced would be the Avengers. The police sent the security footage, and now you were a wanted woman.

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It had been three weeks, and you had a steady income. You'd been doing low-profile jobs for gangs, running drugs, and still robbing banks. Life was good. You were never hungry, you had clothes on your back, and the gangs you did jobs offered protection.

Back at your apartment after a particularly lengthy job, you decided to turn on music and take a nap.

Walking in and collapsing on your couch, you shifted into a cat to become more comfortable. Little did you know, someone had snuck into your apartment and was hiding behind your sofa.

The intruder jumped up in an attempt to grab you, but your keen feline senses alerted you. You jumped up, quickly shifting to your human form.

Tackling him, you took notice of his appearance. The intruder was… Spiderman? What was a hero doing breaking into your house?

“Hey!” He yelled, struggling under your knee, trapping him to the ground.

Eyes glowing blue and growling, you shifted into a blue wolf. Your appearance frightened the Spiderman, and he whimpered.

“Please don’t rip my head off!” He begged.

Your face contorted, and you sighed. Releasing the boy from your grip, you pushed him away. After standing and staring for a few seconds, you shifted into your human form and waved your hand, telling him to leave. He took the clue and ran out of your apartment and onto the fire escape. You watched him swing away.

You needed to leave. Now. The Avengers knew of you and your antics, or they wouldn't have sent anyone to try and capture you.

Quickly as you could, you packed up anything you could carry, but you were tired, and as a consequence, you were slow.

After ten minutes, you heard talking from outside.

“Here, kid?” Whispered a man.

“Yeah, here. She's a shapeshifter! Isn’t that cool, Mr. Stark?” Whispered an over-excited boy.

You recognized his voice quickly; it was Spiderman. And Mr. Stark? Like Tony Stark? The iron man was after you too!

“Pipe down underoos! They probably heard us!” Whisper-yelled Tony.

“S-s-sorry, Mr. Stark.” The boy stuttered.

“What's the plan?” A gravelly voice asked.

“Well, we don't want to kill her, and she's supposedly powerful, so I'm thinking sedation?” Another voice announces.

Sedation? They didn't have a plan. Sighing, you shifted into a blue iron man suit in hopes of confusing them. You sat on your sofa and waited patiently for them to enter. You motioned to your self-built speaker, which was motion activated. It began blasting bass boosted Frank Ocean.

Conversation on your fire escape went silent.

“They know we’re here. Shit.” Said a feminine voice.

“What now?” Asked Spiderman.

“We attack.” Said another voice before seven Avengers swiftly entered your apartment.

You grinned. This was going to be easy. They had sent Spiderman, Iron man, Captain America, Black Widow, The Winter Soldier, Vision, and, for some reason, Loki.

They all cocked their heads upon seeing the iron man suit on the couch.

“Uh- Tony? This yours?” Asked Captain America.

“Nope,” Tony says, confused.

You stand up, turn to the Avengers, and motion to your speaker to start playing your “fight playlist” because you knew someone would come for you eventually. “Wow.” by Post Malone, bass boosted, began blasting.

Grinning, you created clones of yourself, shifting them into the heroes standing in front of you. You stepped back, letting your clones have their fun.

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After about 10 minutes of fighting, “Let Go” by Ark Patrol began playing. The trance-like feeling of the song drew you away from the fight. Your dustracted state gave Loki to create a clone of himself. Sneaking up behind you, he grabbed your neck and around your waist. His sudden movement and grip on your body paralyzed you, and your clones evaporated. The rest of the Avengers ran over to you and Loki. He must've been using magic, as you could no longer shift.

“Stop squirming.” He growled into your ear.

In return, you bit him. His clutch, however, was unwavering.

“I said to stop moving.” He hissed, his grip tightening.

He was choking you, and you were beginning to see stars. You lost and you'd been captured. The last thing saw before the world went black was the Avengers staring at you in awe and confusion.

Should I write a part 2? Maybe even make it into a longer series?

[wndrcarol]

it’s pride month miss cay this is now an entirely carol appreciation month; following the possessive hc’s from anon- let’s talk about protective!carol....... oh that is too much okay this gigantic glow in the dark idiot is so protective and caring of you SHE KNOWS you’re capable but... c’mon she’s the strongest avenger (her words!!!!) she gotta protect her baby!!!! - 🧉

1. if you’re either avenger related or not; visiting the compound means high alert danvers mood! this golden retriever is basically baby proofing the place, telling everyone to act RIGHT ‘cs if one hair on your head gets touch? it’s over!!! which is funny ‘cs everyone knows you never get up from her lap either way skfkskfkskf

2. the way she’s CONSTANTLY looking at you to make sure you’re comfortable and happy i- look she’s so sweet i can’t, god forbid clint/tony make too many dumb jokes for your liking or natasha flirts a bit too hard for comfort.... next day it’s a whole damn meeting INCLUDING A POWERPOINT on what she’ll do if they dare make her sweet baby uncomfy again!!!

“glow in the dark idiot” pLEASE- I love that

Could you imagine you show up to the compound for the first time and Carol next to you the entire time, a hand on your lower back. You’d shake hands with everyone but Thor would pull you in for a hug, a long one.

“Thor” Carol would warn behind you as you’d giggle pulling away.

Also, I feel like carol would 1000% do a PowerPoint, out of both shits and giggles and being serious at the same time.

“Thank you all for coming to this meeting. FRIDAY could you pull up the PowerPoint?”

“Oh my god”

“I didn’t think I’d have to make one but here we are. This-“ a slide with your face on it pops up and she smiled at it before turning back to the table. “Is my joy and you guys don’t understand that they’re off limits” a big red circle with a line through it pops over the image.

“Carol- ” Steve started but she cut him off.

“Shush, pay attention, I’m not done”

Carol is a big glow in the dark, a bit protective idiot but she’s our collective cute idiot 😌💞

[dwtsfun]

Dancing with the Stars Re-Watch: Season 3 Week 1

Hey everyone! After months and months, I am back with the rewatch of DWTS. This time we are going to be tackling season 3. I remember this season being frustrating for a few different reasons. Let’s see if they’re still issues that I have. Also, just so we all are on the same page, we are up to 11 couples and 10 weeks. We also have a few new pros. So yeah, let’s get started.

Joey and Edyta- Cha-cha (Judges’ Score=21, My Score=6)- This was a really good way to open the show. It had great energy and I loved how Joey really went for and attacked this dance. Edyta created a pretty fun routine too. His legs and feet are really really good. I usually don’t say that about the men, but it seems like Joey paid a ton of attention to making sure the lower half of his body was good. Now his arms need some work as well as his hips. And I might be trippin, but his posture was slightly off as well.

Sara and Tony- Foxtrot (Judges’ Score=15, My Score=6)- Okay so this dance was not bad by any means. Sara hit every move that she needed to. I could tell that she has potential. The issue here was that I could tell that she was so nervous. She was never super sure of the majority of the dance and it was just very tentative. I think 5′s were incredibly low, because she actually did not mess up. So that was a bit bizarre. 

Tucker and Elena- Cha-cha (Judges’ Score=12, My Score=3)- Ew. I don’t like Tucker. So forgive me for the obvious bias that is going to come out in what I have to say here. Never mind. I’m not biased. That was just all around bad. I was cringing the whole time. He did have fun though. I’ll give him that.

Monique and Louis- Foxtrot (Judges’ Score=19, My Score=7)- Monique is definitely one of my favorite celebs to ever hit the ballroom floor. So far, this has been the best dance of the night. Monique was at so much ease. She really glided across the floor. Her arms were gorgeous. She was so fluid. Everything that she did was great. Now I can see what they’re talking about as far as chemistry and her facial expression goes, but I don’t think it was THAT prominent in this dance.

Emmitt and Cheryl- Cha-cha (Judges’ Score=24, My Score=7)- Of the five dances that have been showed so far, I have to say that this was probably the best combination of technique, performance and comfortability that I have seen. I do think that his footwork needs more work. It was a little messy at times. But, it was a good dance. Maybe not 24 worthy, but I could see it getting one 8.

Willa and Maks- Foxtrot (Judges’ Score=22, My Score=7)- This was a great dance. Maks really gave her some really nice choreography and Willa really owned the dance. She was confident and she was very smooth. I also really like the dynamic of this partnership. It seems like Willa, like Mel, Laila, Erin and Kirstie, was able to put Maks in his place.

Mario and Karina- Cha-cha (Judges’ Score=26, My Score=8)- I’m just going to go ahead and say that this will probably be the best dance of the night. Mario was confident. Karina killed with the choreography. The hip action was amazing. His legs were amazing. He was sharp. He was precise. I can’t go up for it like the judges did though. His hands were hard to look at. And sometimes, his arms were a tiny bit strange. But otherwise, it was a great dance.

Shanna and Jesse- Foxtrot (Judges’ Score=18, My Score=5)- So I think Sara could learn a lot from Shanna’s performance and Shanna could learn a lot from Sara’s technique. What one lacks, the other has. It wasn’t bad and my attention never left her. But there are improvements that could be made with her technique. I also agreed with CAI about her core strength. 

Harry and Ashly- Cha-cha (Judges’ Score=17, My Score=5)- Harry was really stiff. He was also scared out of his mind. It was not graceful at all. He hit all the steps though and I could tell that some technique was there. But Harry is really just not a natural dancer. He tried though.I will give him that.

Vivica and Nick- Foxtrot (Judges’ Score=22, My Score=8)- Wait. Hold up! This dance made me sit up and really pay attention. This episode has been pretty boring up to this point. Vivica killed it. It was hot. It was sexy. It was classy. It was sophisticated. Her technique was great. Her hold was really good. This was my favorite dance of the night by far.

Jerry and Kym- Cha-cha (Judges’ Score=16, My Score=5)- Jerry is a real crowd pleaser. I can say that much. He needs so much help with technique. But, he did a great job performing and really selling it to us. He knows he can’t dance but he kept going. And that’s something I appreciate. It also makes it clear why he made it so far in this season. He’s just so fun to watch. I also love seeing Kym in her first season as a pro over in the States.

My Rankings and Scores Out of 30:

1. Mario and Karina- 24 =. Vivica and Nick- 24 3. Emmitt and Cheryl- 22 =. Willa and Maks- 22 5. Monique and Louis- 21 6. Joey and Edyta- 19 7. Sara and Tony- 18 8. Shanna and Jesse- 17 9. Harry and Ashly- 15 =. Jerry and Kym- 15 11. Tucker and Elena- 11

So that’s the performance show. Tucker and Elena were eliminated this week, which was the best elimination. Tucker had the least amount to offer the season, so him leaving first was spot on. I thought the judges were really tough on some of the couples (usually the female celebs) while pretty lenient on others. Hopefully that changes a bit. But I think back to Monique’s confessional during week 7 and I feel like it’s only going to get worse from here. Anyway, hope you all are doing well. Let me know your thoughts on these dances. And I will talk to you all soon.

[cottontail20]

Children Of Iron, Chapter 1: Brothers

Summary: Vision found it easy to bond with Morgan Stark, keeping a promise to Tony that he would care for her. His 'brothers', Peter and Harley, may prove more difficult.

When Peter runs into trouble on a school trip to Europe, Vision gets the chance to protect and maybe bond with his 'little brother'- With a bit of help from Wanda, of course. Sequel to 'Memories'.

Ao3 link:https://archiveofourown.org/works/20323687/chapters/48185560

For Vision, the idea of having siblings, of having a real family at all, was relatively new. Wanda had revived him, and the next thing he knew, little Morgan Stark was climbing into his lap and declaring him her big brother. Vision hadn't minded much. Morgan Stark was easy to love.

He found he quite liked having a little sister. It was easy, most of the time. All Morgan really needed was for him to play with her, read her bedtime stories. Sometimes help her make breakfast for Pepper, or fetch juice pops from the freezer.

The only teensy weensy little problem that had come about was a more recent one, and had only become a problem once he and Wanda had revived their sex life. They absolutely, one hundred percent needed to remember to lock their Bedroom door if they were going to.. do things, because Morgan had not quite mastered the art of knocking before she entered a room.

She had never caught them actually in the act, thank heavens, but one morning, a few weeks after Vision had proposed.. --

"Vision, Wanda, can we..

Morgan was greeted with a panicked yelp and a couple scrambling to cover themselves with their blankets. She had seen just enough to realise that a certain Scarlet Witch was missing something.

"Good Morning, Morgan" Vision managed a smile. "What can we do for you?"

"What happened to Wanda's clothes?" Morgan asked innocently.

"Uh.. Well.." Vision stammered.

"Was it the monster who stole your pants?" asked Morgan.

"Actually" despite her embarrassment with the situation, Wanda couldn't help peeking out from under the blankets to cheekily smirk, "I think it might have been that monster's fiance'.."

Vision's cheeks suddenly turned a deeper shade of red, but smiled, still feeling a thrill when used that word. Thankfully Morgan, innocent as she was, had accepted the explanation.

"Okay.. Can we make waffles?"

"Only if it's okay with your Mother" Vision replied.

"It is" Morgan nodded.

"Then of course we can, sora mai mica" Wanda smiled at the little girl. "Just let us find some other clothes, and we'll be with you in a moment." --

Occasional embarrassing incidents aside, having a sister was one of the joys of Vision's renewed life. He knew what to do to look after Morgan. He knew how to make her happy.

However, according to the letters left behind for Vision by Tony Stark before his heroic death, Vision also had two surrogate brothers- Peter Parker and Harley Keener. And he had to look after them too, because Tony's letter had asked him to, and Vision had promised himself that he would.

The only problem with this? Vision had never had brothers before, especially not teenage brothers. He had met Peter on only a few brief occasions, and had only known Harley when he was Jarvis, which given how much more highly evolved he was as Vision, was almost like saying her had never met him at all.

Vision didn't know how to talk to teenagers, let alone look after them. He doubted that Bedtime stories and juice pops would cut it.

Lucky for Vision, then, he had a beautiful new fiance' who might be able to offer him some advice on the matter. --

"Wanda" Vision sat beside her on the couch in the Lake House, "I was wondering if I could ask your advice about something."

"Of course" Wanda set aside the bridal magazine she had been flicking through, shifting to immediately curl into Vision's side, her head resting on his shoulder, as he instinctively wrapped an arm around her in return. "You can ask me about anything, Vizh, you know that.

"I know.." He kissed the top of her head. "So.. What do I.. how do I talk to a brother?"

"I see. You are worried about Peter and Harley still.."

"I am.. I promised myself that I would look after them, for Tony. But I have no idea how to do that. You know what it is like to have a brother, so I hoped that maybe you could help me.

"I will try" Wanda chuckled softly, "But you have a rather different situation than mine. Pietro and I came into the world together and barely spent a moment apart until he died. You are starting from scratch."

"I know" Vision sighed.

"I think you need to start by trying to build a relationship with them as people first, rather than brothers" Wanda suggested. "Actually being a brother.. You can't force that sort of bond. But if it is meant to, if it feels right, it will come in time, just like it did for you and Morgan.. Or us, living here."

The thought of Morgan made Vision smile. His bond with her had come so naturally.. like it was meant to be, because it was. Just like him and Wanda finding their unexpected home with Pepper and Morgan in the Lake house.

"You are right.. I can't force it" Vision nodded. "But I need to try something. Pepper has Peter's number. Perhaps I will give him a call later, maybe ask if I can buy him lunch one day.."

"That might have to wait a few weeks, Vizh.. Happy mentioned Peter was leaving on a School Trip to Europe this weekend."

"Oh.."

"Don't worry, we'll catch him when he gets back. You can try Harley, but I think he lives out of state.. we'll probably have to go to him."

"I suppose it's worth a go" Vision shrugged, feeling a lot more positive about his situation after speaking with Wanda. "Did you see anything you liked in the Bridal magazine?"

"Maybe" Wanda's eyes lit up, a happy little giggle escaping her. "I'm definitely getting a few ideas.."

"That's good" Vision smiled, pleased to see her happy, pulling her closer. Experience had taught him not to waste a moment with his precious Wanda. His brothers could wait a little longer.

Notes:

Translation: Sora cai mica: little sister

[writersblockandapotoftea]

Haunt Me :: Alexis and Cerberus

Alexis adjusted her skirts as she stood up from her bow, staring at Cerberus and Valentine. Her eyes narrowed as she adjusted her sleeves, saying the words that she herself never could say aloud.*I see you, for exactly who you are.*Gathering her skirts and hiding her hands within the billowing sleeves of her Biao, the high, silken collar tight against her throat. Could the other lords and ladies of the court hear her heart as it thumped? No, that was irrational. She returned to her aunt and Arthur, who, in his wig, Biao and makeup, passed quite well for Mai-Lee's daughter. Of course, Mai-Lee didn't have a daughter, but she was a very private woman, so the court wouldn't know that. "Stand up straight," she hissed to Arthur, elbowing him discreetly. Arthur nodded and straightened his shoulders, his hands in tight little balls. "Alexis, I want to leave, this was a bad idea," he whispered back, his face pale and drawn. "We can't. We've got to stay for at least an hour." "Why?""Because, Arthur, there are rules to this," Mai said, putting a calming hand on Arthur's back. "We have to mingle, to giggle at unfunny jokes, to dance.""This is awful," Arthur whispered, fanning himself with a hand. "Yes, it is, however, it's necessary, otherwise, they'd come and bother us for tea and things and these people are awful outside the context of idle gossip," Mai replied, her face contorting into a smile as Cesar came over. "Your highness, what can I do for you?" she chimed, letting go of Arthur for a second."May I take your niece and daughter to the terrace?" Cesar asked."Of course, I see the Regent calling me," Mai said, walking off to where Cai and the Reget were standing. They hadn't called her. Cesar offered an arm to both of them. Alexis took it, reluctant to let the king and queen out of her sight. He led them out of the party and helped Arthur sit down on a stone bench on the terrace. Alexis sat next to Arthur, rubbing his back looking up at Cesar. "What. In. Lila's. Name. Are. You. Two. Doing. Here." Cesar asked, his voice low and dangerous. Alexis sighed through her nose."They arrested Toni and Allistor because a mission went wrong and we're trying to find them," she intoned, her gaze drifting back to the ball. Cerberus was asleep in his throne and Valentine had vanished. Cesar groaned and swept his hair back with a hand. He paced on the terrace, his shoes clicking on the terracotta and limestone. "All right, here's what we're going to do," he started. "You're going to get this poor kid some whiskey, and I'm going to go talk to the captain of the guards about any prisoner transfers. Keep Arthur from passing out and be polite to everyone, but avoid dancing so Brutus can keep an eye on you. Stay away from my father and stepmother." "Right," Alexis said, helping Arthur up.Of course, that plan would fall apart within ten minutes, but none of them knew that yet.

[hazyheel]

Wrestlemania 35 Predictions

Another year, another very stacked Wrestlemania. Around the time of the Royal Rumble, I was actually pretty worried about this card, but it shaped into what looks to be one of the better cards of Wrestlemania history, at least of the ones that last 10+ hours. Either way, lets get into the predictions.

Starting out with the Andre the Giant Memorial Battle Royal, which oddly enough has a story attached to it. A few weeks ago, Braun Strowman got into a confrontation with Colin Jost and Michael Che, two people who are definitely not wrestlers, because Jost implied wrestling was fake. After weeks of Strowman destroying gifts sent by the pair, he goaded them into also entering the battle royal. I don’t know what the hell is actually happening. I don’t know how that story will affect the match, but if Strowman throws the two out of the ring to win, I think that would a deflating, but ultimately satisfying way to end a pointless pre-show match. But, I am going to take a risk here and say that EC3 will win, because he has been booked to shit lately, and he really needs something. While Strowman is in a similar predicament, he can recover easier due to his monster status. Hopefully EC3 gets the win, and turns it into something.

The Wrestlemania Women’s Battle Royal has no story, so I’ll just guess. Lacy Evans has yet to be announced for the match, but there is no reason for her not to be in it, so why not? She should be given some sort of a role, and if the rumors are to be believed, that role will be as an actual wrestler. She will need momentum going forward, and hopefully this is how she gets it.

And the last match that definitely shouldn’t be on the pre show, Buddy Murphy vs. Tony Nese for the WWE Cruiserweight Championship. The two formed a friendship last year after both failed to advance in the Cruiserweight championship tournament, and had been supporting each other and tagging together all last year. However, that friendship began to fall apart when Murphy won the cruiserweight Championship at Super Show-Down, and then Nese won a tournament to be crowned the number one contender. They began to brawl backstage, which puts together an interesting element to this heel vs. heel match. It should really be a great match, but not one that Murphy should lose. I could see it happening, but it doesn’t really need to. Murphy is really at the top of the division right now, and WWE needs to build up a babyface to beat him, rather than just a random betrayal. But this is certainly a match that I am looking forward to.

Into the main card, we come to AJ Styles vs. Randy Orton, whose feud is basically WWE vs. The Indies. Orton told Styles that he wasn’t good enough to get to WWE earlier, whereas Styles told Orton that he couldn’t last on the Indie scene if he had tried. And that is mostly it. So, this match will probably be pretty good because Orton is a heel, and AJ is awesome, but I have a sneaking suspicion that the whole point of it is for WWE to beat the Indie scene in a clash of icons. I think Orton comes away with the win here, which isn’t all that bad due to his scary and cool heel character right now, but its annoying to think that a storyline that vince booked himself about how WWE is better than the indies, may actually make Vince feel like he won something somehow.

Next, it is Roman Reigns vs. Drew McIntyre. The two had a bit of history from last year as the Shield took on various combinations of heels in 6-man tags, but the brunt of the story came after Roman returned from his cancer treatment. McIntyre began to attack Roman before his matches on Raw, saying that he was not ready to be back in the normal roster yet. He challenged Reigns to a match, telling him not to accept it because he will destroy Reigns, but Reigns accepted anyway. It will probably be a super fun match, but an obvious one. Reigns will win in a hard hitting match.

Kurt Angle is having his retirement match on Sunday, against rival Baron Corbin. Corbin constantly undermined Angle’s position as General Manager of Raw, even stealing Angle’s job at one point. Eventually, Angle helped to take Corbin out of that job as well, and the two separated. But when naming his opponent, Angle asked for Corbin due to unfinished business. Corbin then continued to tell Angle that he was too old and fragile to win the match. Also, funnily enough, the WWE fans’ hatred of Corbin is constantly used in the feud, because he tells fans he does not care if they say he isn’t good enough to retire Angle. That makes me laugh. If it was anyone else, I would have said that Angle would lose. But since it is Corbin, and I really don’t want to see him win and neither does anyone else, I think Angle will win here and ride away into the sunset. This is probably a bad booking decision, but it feels necessary. I would not be heartbroken if Corbin won though, because maybe he will be booked better in the future. Probably won’t be a good match. However, there is a possibility that John Cena will return and be Angle’s last match, in which case Cena should win. But, for the purpose of this prediction, I’m calling Angle as the winner.

Shane McMahon is taking on the Miz in a Falls Count Anywhere match. This feud stemmed oddly from both their experience as a tag team and Miz’s desperate attempt to get his father to accept him. Miz felt indebted to Shane after he subbed in for miz at Crown Jewel (can’t believe that this show is somehow still relevant.) in the world cup tournament. Shane said he was the best in the world for a few weeks, before that just sort of faded out. The two were able to team together at the Royal Rumble against the Bar, because Miz begged Shane to help him win a belt and make his father love him (?), and they won the Smackdown Tag Team Championships. They held the belts for a month, losing them to The usos at Elimination Chamber, and again in a match at Fastlane. Shane then attacked the Miz brutally for making him lose the belts, and blamed their failure entirely on him. He even attacked Miz’s dad. Shane said that he was sick of people using him, challenging Miz to a Wrestlemania match, which Miz then requested to make a Falls Count Anywhere match, for no reason in particular. Could be a fun hardcore match, probably more storytelling than wrestling, but I am sure that it will be fun soap opera stupidity. Also, I hope Miz’s dad gets involved!

Then we have Triple H against Batista in a No Holds Barred match. Batista and Triple H had a confrontation at Smackdown 1000, but it did not escalate. However, months later, at Ric Flair’s birthday, Batista spoiled the fun by attacking Flair. He then challenged Triple H to a match, in a very long and bad promo involving Batista saying “give me what I want” and triple h saying “I’m gonna kick your ass.” In a roundabout way, the match became No Holds Barred. Batista’s whole point of challenging Triple H was that he manipulated Batista early in his career, and he does nothing but manipulate people. That makes him seem much more like a misunderstood face rather than a heel, so this is definitely a bad story. Triple H’s career is also on the line for some reason. Anyway, I don’t really care about this match, but I think Batista will win, and he will have one last run with the company, until like Summerslam or something. It is really just Trips’ time to retire.

Onto the title matches, Curt Hawkins and Zack Ryder take on the Revival for the Raw tag team championships. No real build up here other than Hawkins’ 3 year long losing streak. I am voting with my heart here and saying that Hawkins and Ryder are gonna pull it out and become champions. Just have hope and it will happen guys.

In the smackdown tag division, The usos defend against Rusev and Shinsuke Nakamura, the Bar and the Wrestlemania debuting Ricochet and Aleister Black. This match also came out of nowhere, with a random 8-man tag on smackdown being made into a fatal 4-way tag team match by Alexa Bliss last week. So, nothing huge in terms of story, but I feel like Ricochet and Aleister Black are gonna win here. They have been teaming together for a long time now, and winning tag belts on the main roster has been teased since they debuted. So, I think this is their time, and hopefully they can revitalize the tag division on the main roster. 

And in the women’s tag division, The Boss n’ Hug Connection are taking on the IIconics, Nia Jax and Tamina and the reformed Divas of Doom. The story started at Fastlane, when Banks and Bayley successfully defeated Jax and Tamina in their first title defense. The heels attacked the champions, until Beth Phoenix left the commentary table and intervened. Natalya ran down the ramp to her aid, but they still lost. The next night, Phoenix returned to action, reforming the Divas of Doom and challenging Bayley and Banks to a Wrestlemania match, which was accepted. The two teams relationship dissolved over the coming weeks, and Tamina and Jax gained entry to the match be beating the teams down during that time. Also, the IIconics accused the Boss n’ Hug connection of avoiding smackdown live. In response, Banks and Bayley fought Royce and Cay on smackdown, with the heels getting an upset win with a dirty pin. So, we come to another Fatal 4-way. I think that Banks and Bayley should retain, because their initial title run hasn’t been that long. Also, I want the Sky Pirates to beat them :)

And in a match that really means nothing to me, Bobby Lashley takes on the Demon version of Finn Balor for the Intercontinental Championship. Ugh. This feud has gone on for too long. Balor has been going for the title since the Elimination Chamber, where he pinned Lio Rush in a two on one handicap match, winning the championship. However, in a rematch on Raw, Lashley regained the belt due to a distraction from Rush. Now they are having another match, and Finn is gonna be wearing the makeup. I don’t know why they feel the need to announce this, its better as a surprise. Anyway, Finn should win because Lashley has been boring lately. They don’t have much chemistry together, so I don’t expect much from this.

And now for a dream match, Samoa Joe vs. Rey Mysterio for the United States Championship. While the two had faced off in fatal 4-ways for the belt in the previous months, Mysterio had not won any and even passed out in the Coquina Clutch. However, Mysterio did score a pin in a recent tag match, booking the match for Wrestlemania. In a similar booking situation as the Women’s Tag Match, Joe shouldn’t lose the belt here, because he should have a long reign on top.

And now into the several “main events,” Seth Rollins takes on Brock Lesnar for the Universal Championship. The two have had on and off feuds for a couple years, but the main story comes from Brock’s previous opponents as champions. Rollins won the Royal Rumble, and proceeded to speak about the types of Wrestlers that Lesnar had issues with: smaller, quicker wrestlers such as AJ Styles, Daniel Bryan and Finn Balor. The feud also showcased Seth’s resilience, as he was hit with several finishers and still be able to stand up to Lesnar. He has also stated on several occasions that he will do whatever it takes to win. This may result in a heel turn, but hopefully not. I think Seth should win the match, whether he turns heel or not, because Brock just cannot hold that goddamn belt anymore. Let it goooooooooo. But I would rather have Seth lose here than either of the two entries ahead of it, so Lesnar could win, but it should be Seth.

For the WWE Championship, Kofi Kingston finally gets his shot against the dastardly heel Daniel Bryan. Kofi lucked his way into the elimination chamber match, pulling out a great performance in the iron man before the match itself, evening pinning Bryan during that match, and then nearly winning the Elimination Chamber. Kofi was supposed to be in a singles WWE Championship match at Fastlane, but was once again screwed out of the match. Kofi then had to fight in several gauntlet matches to get this match, and it is about damn time he got a title shot. I love that they are comparing Kofi’s rise to Bryan’s rise 5 years ago. Kofi really needs to win this match, because he totally deserves it. He is such a good wrestler, and I never thought that he would hang in the main event. Now that he has the opportunity, he shouldn’t lose this. This is probably the match I am most looking forward to.

And in the real main event, Women’s Royal Rumble winner Becky Lynch battles Raw Women’s Champion Ronda Rousey and Smackdown Women’s Champion Charlotte flair in a winner takes all match. The story here is kinda wild, with Lynch only entering the match because of an injury of another competitor. She eliminated Charlotte last to win the match, and challenge Rousey for the Raw Women’s Championship the next night. Vince McMahon tried to remove her from the match and replace her with charlotte, but Rousey refused to fight anyone other than Lynch, so she vacated the title. The next week, they announced a match for Fastlane between Lynch and Flair, and if Lynch won, she would be added to the match. Lynch won when Rousey turned heel and attacked her, giving Lynch the win by DQ. Charlotte then beat Asuka for the Smackdown Women’s Championship, making the match winner take all. They then brawled in the coming weeks, even being arrested on Monday. This should be really an awesome match, and Becky will finally get the belt the she deserves.

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Our Own Demons

Part 1/? - A Bolt from the Blue Part 2/? - A Different World Part 3/? - Stark At Home Part 4/? - Pot Roast Night Part 5/? - Space-Pie Continuum Part 6/? - Energy Signature Part 7/? - Miss Potts Part 8/? - Bot from Beyond Part 9/? - Even the Odds Part 10/? - Miss Potts Arrives Part 11/? - Truth Hurts Part 12/? - The Third Reality Part 13/? - Thor and Odinson Part 14/? - The Tesseract Platform Part 15/? - Prime Suspect

What if Tony Stark really were the villain of the Marvel universe?  How would that work?  Tony himself is about to find out, as he battles his inner demons (and some outer ones, too) across a multiverse of infinite possibilities.

That wasn’t the note Tony wanted to end this experience on, but since the other was determined to be huffy, there was apparently no help for it.  Tony took a folded envelope out of his pocket and put it in the other man’s hand before climbing up onto the platform.

“Well, it’s been weird but I have to run,” he said. “Maybe I’ll see some of you again sometime.  And het,” he pointed to his double, “this is your standing invitation.  If you’ve got some tesseract juice and some vay-cay days to kill, come and be my Cousin Arno for a while.  I’ll get you a yacht and Aishwarya Rai’s phone number.”

But apparently the other just thought he was rubbing it in.  “I don’t really do vacations,” he said.

Foster and Hill went over the settings again, while Miss Potts stood watching as if lost in thought.  When everybody finally agreed that they were as ready as they’d ever be, Foster flipped the switch, and Tony felt his hair stand on end as the equipment began to hum.

“Say hello to your world’s Ginny Potts for me!” said Miss Potts.

“Pepper,” Tony replied.  “Everybody calls her Pepper.”

And then the world went white.  For a moment it flickered back in, and Tony saw a wood-paneled room full of people in historical costumes, with wigs and high heels and frock coats.  He might have recognized a few faces as they gaped at him in surprise, but then they were gone again, and he was suddenly thrown off his feet into a pile of boxes.

Tony had expected it would be easier to get his equilibrium back when he knew what was about to happen, but it wasn’t.  he was buried in junk somewhere very dark – he could hear crockery and metal crashing about as he tried to dig himself out of it. The whole place was vibrating and there was a smell of diesel… and after the initial moment of disorientation he realized he was in the back of a large container truck.  The truck was moving, which mean that somebody was driving it, and that in turn meant that some form of help was at hand.

He fought an arm free of the mess and climbed over more boxes to bang on the nearest wall.  “Hey!” he shouted.  “Hey, open up!”

At first there was no response, but Tony continued banging and hollering until after a minute or so, the truck pulled over and stopped.  Through the holes in the side of the container he could see shadows moving past.

“Is somebody in there?” a voice called from outside.

“Yes!” said Tony.  “It’s a long story – let me out and I’ll tell it to you!”

Something outside went clunk, and light came flooding in as the doors at the far end opened.  The tesseract platform had been packed into the truck along with all the boxes of useless kitchen stuff that had surrounded and disguised it, and Tony had materialized right in the middle of it all, leaving holes in the cardboard and crockery to admit him.  For half a second he was amused by the idea of the people in one of those other realities finding themselves with a Tony-shaped pile of junk on their platform, but then he brought himself back to the situation at hand.

Several people were standing in the open doors. They were dressed in black helmets and jackets with the SHIELD eagle logo on the shoulder, and all of them were pointing guns at Tony.

He held up his hands, although he was pretty sure they wouldn’t shoot once they saw his face.  “Just me!” he said, assuming they knew who he was.  “You guys wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had.”

The agents stepped aside to let him climb down from the truck.  They were at the side of the road somewhere in an area that looked halfway between suburbs and countryside – there were trees and telephone poles and fences, but very few actual buildings.  Tony couldn’t have put a name to the place.  The agents were all staring and exchanging glances, not too sure what to do about the fact that Tony Stark was suddenly in their truck.

“So,” Tony said, and turned to the nearest one to ask, but before he could get another word out, somebody hit him in the back of the head with the butt end of a rifle.  Tony had time to observe that he hadn’t done anything to deserve that, and then he fell face-first on the pavement.

He woke up with a splitting headache, to find himself lying on a very uncomfortable mattress in a tiny room with no furniture except the small bed and a metal toilet.  Three of the walls were bare whitewash, and the fourth was not a wall at all but a set of metal bars, through which Tony could see a hallway with a window at one end and a door at the other, and more cells in between.  He was being held at a police station, which he supposed was better than some other places he could have ended up – but still no way to welcome a guy back to his own reality.

“Hey!” he shouted again.  “I’m awake!  Time for my phone call!”  The last time Tony had been arrested, for a DUI in 2010, he’d used his phone call to order pizza for the entire police force and they’d let him go with smiles on their faces.  This time he was going to be much more responsible.  This time, he was calling Pepper.

The door at the end of the hallway opened, and two police officers – a tall, thin black man in clubmaster glasses, and a middle-aged white woman with bobbed brown hair – came to take a look at him as he stumbled, still somewhat dizzy, over to the bars.

“Are you really Tony Stark?” the man asked.

“Yes,” said Tony.  “I’d show you ID but I seem to have left it in my other pair of pants. Where am I?”

“Leesburg, Virginia,” the man replied.  “We brought you in about half an hour ago.”

Maybe they’d stuck him in a holding cell because they just didn’t know what else to do with him, Tony thought… although he hoped he’d at least been seen by paramedics of some sort. “I need to make a phone call,” he repeated.  “I’m kind of dealing with an emergency right now.”

“Been a hell of a week for that,” the woman observed.

“Of course, Mr. Stark,” the man said, without acknowledging his colleague.  “But first we’ve got a few questions to ask you.”

“I don’t have time for that,” Tony protested.  “I have to call Pepper!”

The cops exchanged a glance.  “Mr. Stark,” said the woman.  “You’re not free to go.  You’re under arrest.”

“For what?” Tony demanded.

“Attempted carjacking, for one thing,” said the woman.  “The woman who called 911 said you’d threatened her kids. For another,” she looked Tony right in the eyes, “murder.”

Tony was actually relieved – it was just a misunderstanding.  Of course it was.  He hadn’t killed anyone…

Then his stomach dropped so hard he was surprised he didn’t hear the splat when it hit the floor.

“I want a lawyer,” Tony said.

Two hours later, Tony was in an interrogation room drinking very bad coffee, with not one, but three lawyers standing in a sullen row behind him.  The male cop seated himself on the other side of the little table and folded his hands in front of him. Both the table and the chairs they were sitting in were bolted to the floor so they could not be moved.  As if the police expected Tony to suddenly go berserk and start tearing the place apart.

“My name is Sid, by the way,” the cop said, reaching to shake Tony’s hand.  “My kids are big fans of yours.  I gotta say, this isn’t how I ever pictured meeting you.”

“Yeah, well, life’s a funny old thing,” Tony replied. He noted the man’s use of a first name – this guy was playing ‘good cop’, trying to make like he was Tony’s friend. Making friends with policemen had been a good strategy in the past but this situation did not leave Tony feeling very sociable.

“Do you have any idea why you’re here?” Sid asked.

“Only what you told me,” said Tony.  “I’ve been out of town for a couple of days.  I just got back from a side adventure, and the first thing that happens is some guy in a black helmet knocks me out and I wake up in jail.  Whatever you want to ask me about, I’m sure it’s important and I’m sure you and my lawyers can iron it all out, but I need to call Pepper.”

“You want to call Virginia Potts,” Sid said.

“Isn’t that what I just said?” Tony asked, annoyed.  “Yes, I want to call Virginia Potts.”  Was this his own reality?  Lord, he hoped so – the last thing Tony wanted was to have to find his way out of another alternate universe.  What if he’d somehow gotten lost?  In infinite universes, could he ever find his way back to his own?  What a horrible thought!

“Why do you want to call Ms. Potts?” asked Sid.

“To make sure she’s all right,” said Tony.  “I don’t know if you noticed, but some kind of government hit list just got put up in Wikileaks, and her name was on it – I checked. I’ve been out of the loop, and I want to see if my girlfriend is okay.  Wouldn’t you?”

Sid didn’t answer the question.  Instead, he asked another: “Do you know where Ms. Potts is?”

“At the moment, no,” Tony replied.  The lawyers had advised him to tell the truth – if he hadn’t done anything, he had nothing to hide.  “Last I knew she had some kind of event at the LACMA, and I was trying to contact her there when events intervened.  Why?”  He was starting to get worried.  Sid’s interest in Pepper and the mention of a murder charge were a terrifying combination. “Where is she?”

“We hoped you could tell us,” said Sid.

“I can’t.”  Tony shook his head.

“Are you sure?” Sid asked.  “Because the last time anyone saw her, she was with you.”

That was almost, not quite, a confirmation of Tony’s worst fear, and he had to shut his eyes a moment to fight back the hot tears that pricked at the corners of him.  The only Way Pepper could have last been seen with him were if another alternate had been here… what the hell hat this other done, and would killing him for it count as suicide?

“I haven’t seen her in a week,” he said when he felt he could speak without either shouting or sobbing.  “Not since I left California last Wednesday.  We’ve skyped in the evenings, but the last time I saw her face-to-face was the morning I left.  Is she missing?”

“Witnesses saw her leave the Los Angeles County Museum of Art with you,” said Sid – his voice was gentle, aware he was breaking bad news. “Apparently you seemed very concerned that she go with you at once, and nobody’s seen either of you since, until you turned up at the side of the road earlier today.  Now that you’re here, we hoped you could point us to her location.”

She was gone.  The guy who’d started all this, playing with the tesseract in Reality B – or whichever one had been his – had taken her.  He’d put her in the Mark XLIII and taken her back to his world.  It was the only possibility, or at least the only one Tony was willing to entertain. With her gone and Tony the last person seen with her… this was the kind of thing that aired on Dateline.  They thought he’d killed her.

“All right,” he said with a sigh.  “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to explain this to anybody but her, but I’m going to assume if you know who I am then you have some idea what my life’s been like the past few years.  Here’s what happened.”

Sid was not very impressed by Tony’s story.  Even the lawyers tried several times to interrupt, but Tony shushed them and plowed ahead anyway.  The cop across the table listened with a carefully neutral expression, and when Tony had finished he said he would be right back, then got up and left the room.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” one of the lawyers asked once he was gone.  “Do you have any idea how crazy that sounded?”

“You told me to tell the truth,” Tony reminded her.

“That wasn’t the truth – that was ridiculous!” the woman protested.  “Your alibi is an alternate reality?”

“I’m a superhero!  This stuff happens!” said Tony.  “Didn’t you tell me you were Bruce’s cousin or something?  You should know our lives are bullshit.”

The door opened again, but instead of Sid coming back, this time it was his female co-worker.  She was scowling.  “Mr. Stark,” she said, businesslike, as she sat down.

Tony sighed and nodded – Mr. Stark.  Sid was done with him.  This woman was going to be the bad cop.

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https://www.newsweek.com/2019/01/18/donald-trump-mafia-connections-decades-later-linked-mob-1285771.html?amp=1&__twitter_impression=true

This is a fascinating read on Donald Trump's long held ties to the Mafia going back many years and may continue thru today.

#TrumpCrimeFamily #TrumpCrimeSyndicate #Mueller #MuellerInvestigation #TrumpRussiaConspiracy #PutinsPuppet #impeachtheMFNow

Jeff Stein's latest, promoted by Trump’s outbursts about “rats” and “flipping.”

DONALD TRUMP'S MAFIA CONNECTIONS: DECADES LATER, IS HE STILL LINKED TO THE MOB?

By Jeff Stein | Thursday, January 10, 2019 - 07:10 |

NEWSWEEK | Posted January 10, 2019 |

On a rainy day in the spring of 1976, FBI Special Agent Myron Fuller took the New York subway to Brooklyn to interview Donald Trump. The future tycoon, about 30, was just getting his real estate career off the ground, aided by secret payments from his father. Fuller found Trump working out of a temporary office in a double-wide trailer on a muddy construction site. “There were boards covering wet dirt, in lieu of cement walkways,” Fuller recalls to Newsweek. He knocked on the door and went in. “His secretary sat there by the entrance, and Trump was a door away from there.” Ushered in, he found Trump sitting behind his desk. The businessman did not get up to welcome the agent. “He never came around, and I do not recall him shaking my hand,” Fuller says.

The FBI agent was carrying out an errand for the bureau’s Miami office, to follow up on a tip that mobsters had asked Trump to front for them in a purchase of the Fontainebleau hotel. Once a beachside favorite of movie stars and the rich, the hotel was also a notorious hangout for Mafia kingpins like Sam Giancana, who famously met with CIA agents in the hotel’s Boom Boom Room to plot the assassination of Fidel Castro. But in 1976, the Fontainebleau was teetering on bankruptcy, and the mobsters needed a straw man to buy it.

Fuller asked Trump a simple question. “Why would your name come up as a possible buyer for them?” The future president of the United States responded calmly that “he did not know.” He had “heard about” some people wanting him to buy it, he told Fuller, but not much more. Fuller, with nothing else to go on, closed his notebook. Trump summoned his limo driver to take the agent back to the city. 

On a rainy day in the spring of 1976, FBI Special Agent Myron Fuller took the New York subway to Brooklyn to interview Donald Trump. The future tycoon, about 30, was just getting his real estate career off the ground, aided by secret payments from his father. Fuller found Trump working out of a temporary office in a double-wide trailer on a muddy construction site. “There were boards covering wet dirt, in lieu of cement walkways,” Fuller recalls to Newsweek. He knocked on the door and went in. “His secretary sat there by the entrance, and Trump was a door away from there.” Ushered in, he found Trump sitting behind his desk. The businessman did not get up to welcome the agent. “He never came around, and I do not recall him shaking my hand,” Fuller says.

The FBI agent was carrying out an errand for the bureau’s Miami office, to follow up on a tip that mobsters had asked Trump to front for them in a purchase of the Fontainebleau hotel. Once a beachside favorite of movie stars and the rich, the hotel was also a notorious hangout for Mafia kingpins like Sam Giancana, who famously met with CIA agents in the hotel’s Boom Boom Room to plot the assassination of Fidel Castro. But in 1976, the Fontainebleau was teetering on bankruptcy, and the mobsters needed a straw man to buy it.

Fuller asked Trump a simple question. “Why would your name come up as a possible buyer for them?” The future president of the United States responded calmly that “he did not know.” He had “heard about” some people wanting him to buy it, he told Fuller, but not much more. Fuller, with nothing else to go on, closed his notebook. Trump summoned his limo driver to take the agent back to the city. 

More than 40 years later, Fuller, who gained fame for the FBI bribery sting dramatized in the movie American Hustle, chuckles ruefully about the encounter, reported here for the first time. “Seeing who he is now, learning more about him in the last two or three years, I do have some regrets that I didn’t have a bell and whistle going off there and go further,” he says. 

And nothing further did connect Trump to the Fontainebleau’s eventual sale to a mob front. Nor do public records show the budding real estate operator was ever indicted, much less convicted, in any of the big cases that brought down the five Mafia families who ruled New York. But Fuller’s encounter offers a timely window into a history that explains how Trump learned to talk—and act—like a don, even in the hallowed precincts of the White House.

To be sure, Trump’s upbringing in Queens, where the Mafia was ubiquitous, helped form his wiseguy persona. So did an apparent behavioral disorder that caused him to buy switchblades and start fights in school. But it’s also evident that by the time he was 30, the future president was on the FBI’s radar as someone the Mafia might turn to in a pinch. And by the time he was 70, with a business trajectory studded with mobsters, it should’ve come as no surprise that he was paying hush money to women, allegedly offering a secret hotel deal to Vladimir Putin, calling his longtime former lawyer Michael Cohen a “rat” or denouncing prosecutors for pressuring his associates to “flip.”

This was the life he had chosen.

In December, as the president disparaged Cohen with Mafia lingo (the onetime fixer told a federal court that Trump had directed him in violating campaign finance law), a flurry of coverage noted the origins of rat and how Trump had used it before, along with flip, more wiseguy slang for cooperating with the feds. The press clutched its collective pearls. But lost in the horror over Trump’s language were the much darker inflection points of his journey through the underworld, relationships arguably more revealing about the president and his business and political operations than still-unproven theories about his collusion with Russian interference in the 2016 election.

GOING TO THE DARK SIDE

Trump’s descent into the gangland may have begun with Roy Cohn, the ruthless lawyer whom Trump hired to help navigate the bare-knuckle New York real estate business. Long notorious for helping Senator Joseph McCarthy unleash the 1950s “red scare” that ruined the careers of scores of Hollywood figures, federal workers and journalists, Cohn in the 1970s represented leaders of the Vito Genovese crime family during a federal racketeering investigation. As it turns out, around the same time Fuller was interviewing Trump in 1976, Cohn was adding a former Connecticut attorney general to his law firm who, on the side, was representing a local mobster by the name of Andrew D’Amato in a bid to buy the Fontainebleau.

Looking back on the events years later, Fuller says, “I presume that Miami’s knowledge of D’Amato’s efforts to purchase the Fontainebleau hotel is what led them to Trump.” In 1977, D’Amato was convicted of conspiracy in a financial swindling scheme in Hawaii with other known mobsters. Now in his 90s, D’Amato did not respond to messages left at his home in Connecticut.

Some of Cohn’s Mafia clients controlled New York’s construction unions, whose blessings Trump needed to complete his projects. So he “hired mobbed-up firms to erect Trump Tower and his Trump Plaza apartment building in Manhattan, including buying ostensibly overpriced concrete from a company controlled by Mafia chieftains Anthony ‘Fat Tony’ Salerno and Paul Castellano,” Pulitzer Prize winner David Cay Johnston wrote in Politico in 2016. Village Voice investigative reporter Wayne Barrett, who chronicled Trump’s deals in books and articles through the years, wrote that Trump probably met Fat Tony through Cohn. “This came at a time when other developers in New York were pleading with the FBI to free them of mob control of the concrete business,” Johnston wrote.

One benefit of such connections was that workers tearing down the Bonwit Teller building where Trump Tower was planned could take allegedly illegal shortcuts around strict city regulations for disposing of construction waste. According to a Newsweek source who asked not to be identified because his family is well-known in the construction business, the asbestos and concrete were dumped near abandoned docks in Brooklyn and other discrete places instead of prescribed sites farther away—saving time and money. The White House referred Newsweek to the Trump Organization, which did not respond to an inquiry.

“On paper,” as one of several news accounts put it, the demolition workers were members of Local 95, a Genovese-controlled union. But in reality, they were undocumented workers from Poland and South Korea. Ronald Fino, son of a Buffalo, New York, Mafia capo, told Newsweek they were known as “the sneaker brigade” for “remov[ing] the asbestos illegally.” (Through the years, Trump denied knowing about the illegal workers, but in 1998, after years of litigation, he quietly paid a total of $1.38 million “to settle the case, with $500,000 of it going to a union benefits fund and the rest to pay lawyers’ fees and expenses,” The New York Times revealed in 2017.)

“New York was so totally corrupt and so controlled by the mob in the ’80s that in order to be a successful businessman, you had to have some way to work that world,” former FBI agent Walt Stowe, who grew close to Trump through the years and says he never saw the developer do anything illegal, told The Washington Post’s Robert O’Harrow Jr. in 2016. But by 1988, Trump was feeling so comfortable associating with Mafiosi that he did his first name-licensing deal with a luxury limo rental company owned by John Staluppi, a made member of the Colombo crime family, according to William Bastone, founding editor of The Smoking Gun website. And by that time, Trump was deep into his quest for an Atlantic City fortune.

But early on, Trump relied on his associations with underworld characters to open his grandiose (and ultimately bankrupt) gambling dens on the boardwalk. One of the more interesting characters back then was Daniel Sullivan, “a 42-year-old giant of a man with great charm and a criminal record,” who “dealt with labor problems at Trump’s construction sites,” according to O’Harrow’s deep-dive story. Trump went into a drywall manufacturing business with Sullivan, which was “among the firms implicated in a racketeering scheme involving the carpenters’ union and the Genovese crime family” represented by Cohn, O’Harrow wrote. Sullivan also brought Trump into an Atlantic City land-leasing deal with Kenneth Shapiro, whom law enforcement authorities had identified as a financier and agent for Philadelphia mobster Nicodemo “Little Nicky” Scarfo.

Advised by the head of New Jersey’s Gaming Enforcement agency that the Sullivan connection could hurt his chances for casino licenses, Trump bought him out and told the FBI that he was severing all ties with the big guy. But they stayed in touch, according to a 1983 civil suit Sullivan filed against New Jersey authorities: At one point, Trump offered him a job as his organization’s chief labor negotiator, with a $75,000 salary, he swore in court documents. In the end, no evidence has surfaced showing Trump was ever charged in any Mafia-related probes.

THE SNITCH ?

Former law enforcement officials say Trump had a close and curious relationship with the New York division of the FBI. “We saw Trump in the office all the time,” former FBI Special Agent Mark Rossini tells Newsweek. He was a “hip-pocket source,” Rossini says, for James Kallstrom, a wiretapping expert who supervised Mafia investigations in New York, and Rudy Giuliani, the top federal prosecutor in Manhattan who would later become mayor of New York and, eventually, Trump’s personal lawyer amid the “Russiagate” probe. (Kallstrom denied that Trump was a source. Giuliani did not respond to a request for comment.) Rossini wonders whether Trump’s cultivation of FBI agents protected him in the Mafia probes. “All the construction unions were mobbed up” in the 1980s, Rossini noted. “How did he deal with the mob all these years and never appear before a grand jury?” Fuller also thinks “Trump was an informant for somebody in the FBI New York office.”

But Bruce Mouw, who headed the New York FBI’s investigation into the Gambino crime family, dismisses insinuations that Trump was either a mob asset or confidential bureau source. “I don’t believe it,” he tells Newsweek. Contacts with mobbed-up union chiefs, he says, “were done through the construction companies, not the developers.”

But a remark Trump himself made at an event years later suggested he was well placed to share tips on Mafia personalities with favored FBI officials. During the height of his fame as star of The Apprentice, Trump claimed that “every network“ tried to get him to do a reality show, but he refused.

“I don’t want to have cameras all over my office, dealing with contractors, politicians, mobsters and everyone else I have to deal with in my business,” he told a 2004 panel at the Museum of Television and Radio in L.A. “You know, mobsters don’t like, as they are talking to me, having cameras all over the room. It would play well on television, but it doesn’t play well with them.”

What’s clear is that Kallstrom, a former Marine, grew close to Trump over the years. The real estate developer donated over $230,000 to Kallstrom’s Marine Corps–Law Enforcement Foundation and provided it free space in his Atlantic City casinos for fundraisers, according to several accounts. Kallstrom’s foundation, in which Rush Limbaugh is a director, was also “the single biggest beneficiary of Trump’s promise to raise millions for veterans” in a lead-up to the 2016 Iowa Republican debate, Barrett wrote. “A foundation official said that Trump’s million-dollar donation this May, atop $100,000 that he’d given in March, were the biggest individual grants it had ever received.”

Kallstrom became an influential Trump defender and Hillary Clinton critic during the 2016 campaign, bashing then–FBI Director James Comey for failing to nail Clinton on her private email server and accusing Obama administration officials of committing “perjury” in their pursuit of Russian ties to Trump and his associates. In March 2018, he went further, accusing Comey and disgraced former FBI counterintelligence chief Peter Strzok of having “a backup plan to frame Donald Trump” as a Russian agent.

Neither federal prosecutors nor U.S. intelligence officials have reported evidence of any “plot to frame Trump.” To the contrary, former FBI Director Robert Mueller was appointed special counsel to investigate alleged Russian plotting to tilt the election to Trump—with the candidate’s knowledge and approval. One of Mueller’s subjects of interest has been a now-infamous 2016 meeting that Trump’s son Donald Jr., then–campaign chief Paul Manafort and son-in-law Jared Kushner eagerly took with a Russian agent offering “dirt” on Clinton.

Russia’s intelligence services, oligarchs and gangsters are seamlessly connected, according to multiple news accounts through the years. And since the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, the Russian mob has made huge inroads into the American underworld, sometimes forming alliances of convenience with La Cosa Nostra. As a teenager, Trump’s future lawyer Cohen, The Wall Street Journal reported last year, “frequented Brooklyn’s ethnic Russian neighborhoods and married into a Ukrainian family.” At a friend’s wedding, he “bragged to another guest that he belonged to the Russian mob.” The friend didn’t believe it, but when Trump pursued a hotel deal in Moscow, Cohen was dispatched to seal the deal, working through shady characters to offer Putin a top-floor penthouse, according to BuzzFeed News.

The Trump Organization had long been awash in illicit Russian money, author Craig Unger claimed in a 2018 book, House of Trump, House of Putin: The Untold Story of Donald Trump and the Russian Mafia. “It started out as a simple money-laundering operation at Trump Tower in 1984, when a Russian mobster came to Trump Tower with $6 million in cash and bought five condos. This is the template for what begins to unfold. At least 1,300 Trump condos in the United States have been sold similarly. All cash purchases through anonymous sources,” Unger told Newsweek last August.

Russian mafia expert Mark Galeotti says it’s all about greed. “I have seen no serious evidence of any explicit link between Trump and Russian mobsters. Rather, what I have seen is evidence of the extent to which the Trump Organization seems to have been willing to engage with dubious investors and buyers—some Russian, many not—whom more reputable corporations would not have touched,” Galeotti recently told Vice.

That seemed the case all the way back in 1976, when Trump calmly told FBI agent Fuller that he had “heard about” a pitch for him to buy the notoriously mob-connected Fontainebleau hotel. There was no shock in his response, no indignation that the FBI would present him with such an allegation. Fuller thinks back to that moment in the construction site trailer, and he wonders how history might have taken a different course if he or someone else in the FBI had kept a more critical eye on Trump. 

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In Hiding Part 2/?

Hey Buds! It’s me, Cay! This is part 2 of the Hiding Away series. I’m not super proud of it, but part 3 will be better. This was more or less a filler chapter, however, I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always greatly appreciated, and my requests are still open! Please, please, PLEASE send In prompts lol. (P.S. please excuse and spelling/grammar errors and typos, I had a migraine while writing this.)

Part one: https://imjustalurker12.tumblr.com/post/646379452336586752/in-hiding

Word count: 1000ish

Warnings: Talk of blood and needles, Non-graphic violence, no swearing in this one, a very bad cliffhanger

You were drifting in and out of consciousness, a bright light obscuring your view. You attempted to bring your arm up to shield your eyes from the blinding white light; however, you couldn’t move your arms. Your throat was sore so that you couldn't tell out. Your eyes still weren't fully adjusted to the light, so you couldn't see what was going on.

The only thing you knew is that you were lying on a hard surface supine, and you couldn't shift.

After a few more seconds of squinting, you lifted your head. You were strapped to a table by glowing blue cuffs. They must have something to do with the fact that you couldn't shift.

You had also been changed out of your clothes, blue scrubs in their place. An IV was in your right arm, and wires were coming from your chest, and you could also hear a constant beeping echoing throughout the room.

You began to squirm to remove yourself from the cuffs, but your actions were quickly noticed by a man in a lab coat staring at you from across the room. You recognized this man to be none other than Dr. Bruce Banner.

He looked up to you and smiled.

“Good morning, or should I say good afternoon (Y/N) (Y/L/N)! You slept for almost 12 hours! The Avengers really knocked you out, huh?”

You grimaced. That's right; the Avengers had caught you. It would seem that your “low profile jobs” weren't so low profile after all.

“Y’know, ” Bruce said, walking over to you, “you're a pretty hard person to find? (Y/N)” His brow furrowed. “Now, I need to take some blood.”

Needles really weren’t your thing, especially the long one Banner now held in his hands. You growled low; your powers were begging to come back and began squirming around. He rolled his eyes.

“Stop moving; it'll hurt less.” He mumbled.

Not convinced, you shifted uncontrollably. He tried to grab your arm, but his strength was no match for yours, which was slowly returning.

“Loki! Come do that magic thing!” Bruce yelled over his shoulder.

Loki then entered the lab, looked at you, and snarled.

“You're seriously not giving up? Stupid Midgaurdian child.” He hissed

He grabbed your arm, and you suddenly went limp.

“Thanks.” Banner said to Loki.

In return, Loki rolled his eyes and left the lab.

Inserting the needle into your arm, Banner sighed, “This would be easier for both of us if you stopped resisting.”

You clicked your tongue and grimaced. “Hmph.”

He sighed and walked away, leaving to examine your blood sample. He looked into the microscope and gasped. He picked up his phone and dialed a number.

“Stark, you need to get down here. Their blood- I've never seen anything like it. Her cells- just come down here.” He says into the receiver, pivoting his chair to look at your limp body once more.

Little did he know, you were beginning to gain your powers back. Loki's magic couldn't keep them at bay forever.

Five minutes later, you heard “BANNER!” being yelled at by Tony from the lab's entrance. “I’M HERE!”

You growled lowly, a sign of your powers becoming even stronger. You may be able to shift again within 5 minutes. You needed to plan your escape.

While Tony and Bruce babbled on, you began mapping the room. Practically the whole room was made out of glass, and it looked out onto the common room of the Avengers compound. You smiled to yourself, as it would be straightforward to bust out.

“What’re you smiling at, oh mighty blue one?” Stark taunted.

You turned back to him and narrowed your eyes in annoyance.

“My bad, kid!” He stuck his hands up in defense.

You went back to daydreaming about your escape, taking note of the woods surrounding the compound. After turning into an iron man suit, you’d break the glass and-

“Seriously, you’re grinning again.” Your thoughts were interrupted by a loud Tony Stark.

You turned to him and rolled your eyes.

“Does she not speak?” Tony asked Bruce, turning away from you.

“I haven't heard her yet; it’s not important.” Bruce sighs, still focused on your blood sample. “(Y/N), I need a piece of your hair.”

He walked over to you, and you grimaced when he tugged at a strand. He walked back to his microscope, placing the strand into a glass plate.

After a minute of staring at the strand, he whispered, “The blue, it’s natural!”

Duh, it was natural. All of the hair on your body was blue, and you can’t dye eyelashes. You gave an exasperated sigh and turned your head back to the windows, resuming the formulation of your plan. After you'd bust out, you'd shift into a-

“I'm sorry, is there something you need to say?” Asked an annoyed Tony.

You shook your head and returned to your thoughts as a reply. Tony wasn't satisfied.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace, princess.” He smirked, stepping towards you.

He was getting too close, and your powers still weren't fully replenished, but it was time to go. You grinned and flashed a pair of fangs before shifting into a wolf and out of your cuffs.

A startled Tony summoned his suit to overpower you, but you had already predicted such. You shifted into your suit and blasted the glass. It shattered immediately, and you flew out.

Once you reached the outdoors, you shifted into a cheetah, running far away from the compound. When you hit the woods, you morphed into a tree squirrel. There was no way they'd find you now, you thought. And maybe they wouldn't; read Part 3 to find out what happens next!

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The Best Beach Bars in the Caribbean

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Caribbean Beach Bars: Sunny Days and Lively Nights

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Beach bars are the epitome of the mellow Caribbean vibe, a distillation of sun, sand, rum, reggae, and the untamed personalities that make island life the best. Here's some of the Caribbean beach bars we think should be on your travel itinerary — heck, maybe even the point of your visit in the first place!

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The Soggy Dollar, Jost Van Dyke, BVI

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 For decades, BVI boaters have been wading ashore on Jost Van Dyke with pockets full of sodden cash to seek refreshment at the Soggy Dollar Bar, famous for inventing the Painkiller rum cocktail. Down a couple of these nutmeg-sprinked concoctions and suddenly that ring game either becomes a cinch or the biggest challenge since trigonometry, depending on how the buzz hits you. Best to grab a bite to eat while you are here (three meals are served daily), and if you overindulge you can ask about a room at the adjoining Sandcastle Hotel.

Check BVI Rates and Reviews at TripAdvisor 

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The Bomba Shack, Tortola, BVI

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Constructed largely of driftwood and other odds and ends, the Bomba Shack is held together in part by a collection of donated bras, panties, and other “unmentionables” from guests past and present. Yes, this Tortola bar is an adults-only place, and the party really gets going on nights when the moon is full and Bomba's (possibly psychedelic) mushroom tea starts flowing. Rum, dancing, live bands and Bomba himself add to the fun.

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Foxy’s, Jost Van Dyke, BVI

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 Many of the best Caribbean beach bars are named after their long-time proprietors, and that's the case with Foxy's on Jost Van Dyke, where owner Foxy Callwood is not only omnipresent but also provides the entertainment (on guitar and vocals) and concocts the libations (homemade rum and four varieties of microbrewed beer). Foxy's is famous for having the Caribbean's best New Year's Eve party (known as Old Year's here), but you can drink, dance, dine and lime at this British Virgin Islands bar anytime — but especially on weekends where they get their big barbecue going.

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Cow Wreck Beach Bay, Anegada, BVI

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A shipwreck that spilled a load of cow bones onto this beach on Anegada gave the Cow Wreck Beach Bar it's unusual name, but that's hardly the only odd thing that's washed ashore to suck down a Cow Killer punch or three from the honor bar. This being the BVI, the beach of course is gorgeous, and the Cow Wreck may be one of the few bars in the world where you can go surfcasting and catch your own dinner (or keep it simple and order the delicious conch fritters or lobster). If you overindulge or just can't get up the will to depart, you can rent one of the Cow Wreck's oceanfront villas for the night.

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Iggie’s, St. Thomas

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Located next door to the Bolongo Bay resort, Iggie's is the best beach bar on St. Thomas and also quite convenient to the hotels of Charlotte Amalie. This is a bona-fide restaurant as well as a bar, featuring an excellent Caribbean buffet during the weekly Carnival night that includes moko jumbies, fire walkers, live calypso bands, and more. But Iggies' real claim to fame is that it hosts live music every night of the year, ranging from local acts to surprise guests like Stevie Wonder.

Check USVI Rates and Reviews at TripAdvisor

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Sunshine’s, Nevis

Sunshine's is the most famous bar on the quiet island of Nevis, a focal point for local nightlife as well as a magnet for visitors, including those staying at the luxurious Four Seasons Nevis Resort next door. Sunshine's is far from posh — the main building houses a restaurant where you can plop onto a weatherbeaten couch and order a burger or some local fish, and there are several covered pavilions to provide shade when you want to sit closer to the water and sip on one of Sunshine's famous Killer Bees, a rum punch made with local moonshine. Have a few of these and you'll be sleeping on the beach — not a bad thing, since Pinney's Beach is Nevis' longest and prettiest stretch of sand.

Check St. Kitts and Nevis Rates and Reviews at TripAdvisor

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Shiggidy Shack, St. Kitts

 Frigate Bay in St. Kitts is home to a cluster of lively beach bars — all within walking distance of the St. Kitts Marriott Resort — but the most famous is Mr. X's Shiggidy Shack, known for its grilled lobster and lively mix of college students, expats, tourists and locals. The shack is open daily from 10 a.m. on, but heats up at night with a Thursday night bonfire, live music on Fridays, and karaoke on Saturday nights.

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Le Petibonum, Martinique

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 Chef Guy Ferdinand — a.k.a. “Chef Hot Pants” — is the main attraction at the rare beach bar where the food, not the drinks, are the main draw. That's not to say that you can't get a good drink here: after all,Martinique is part of��France, so of course the wine list is fabulous, and there's also local rhum agricole and Biere Lorriane to consider. But that's just a prelude to fine French dining on the beach, from escargot to filet mignon to the freshest local fish and lobster. All served under a simple canopy in the sand and just steps from the bar's private beach chairs, cabanas, and the crashing surf.

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Sundowner’s, Roatan

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 People travel to the island of Roatan (off the coast of Honduras) to truly get away from it all, but when you want to get away from it all ON Roatan, you head to Sundowner's. Located on Half Moon Bay Beach on Roatan's West End, Sundowner's has most of the attributes you want in a beach bar: cheap drinks, good food, mellow waters, plenty of room to spread out to work on your tan, and character galore. Settle under a palapa and sip a frozen Monkey Lala while the sun sets over the Caribbean, surrounded by friends old and newly made, and you'll be channeling the true spirit of the islands. 

Check Roatan Rates and Reviews at TripAdvisor

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Castaways, Antigua

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 This Jolly Beach hot spot is known for its great burgers and sundowners after a day spent lolling in the sand. If you are an early beach person, Castaway's serves breakfast daily, and while you'll find plenty of Caribbean food on the menu, they also serve Chinese cuisine some nights. Take in the spectacular sunset and settle in for a laid-back evening of fun Antigua style, including the weekly Friday bonfire.

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Da Conch Shack, Turks and Caicos

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 Cracked conch is the speciality of the house at Da Conch Shack, a Turks and Caicos gathering place that has managed to maintain its authentic aura despite the rapid development of Providenciales in recent years. This Blue Hills Beach bar and restaurant serves a mean rum punch alongside off-the-boat fresh seafood — well worth the drive out to settle in on one of the picnic tables in the sand for lunch, dinner, or just people-watching with drink in hand.

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Basil’s, Mustique

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 If you want a “see and be seen” experience in the Caribbean, head to St. Barts. But if you want a chance to rub elbows with celebrities where nobody really cares who you are, visit Basil Charles' laid-back beach bar on Mustique in the Grenadines, where everyone from Mick Jagger to members of Britain's royal family have come in for a toot over the years. The place may not get as wild as it did in its '70s heyday, but on the bright side the food has gotten better, and you can still drink and dance above the waves into the wee hours. The annual Mustique Blues Festival, held at Basil's and featuring performers like Julien Brunetaud, is the event of the year on this tiny, tony island. 

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The Dune Preserve, Anguilla

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Lots of beach bars have live music, but the Dune Preserve in Anguilla is one of the few in the Caribbean that qualifies as a bona fide concert venue. Owner Bankie Banx is a renowned reggae artist in his own right, and the annual Moonsplashcelebration brings in diverse acts from around the world. You can walk here from the CuisinArt resort (or after a round of golf at the neighboring Temenos course) and settle into the ramshackle, open-air bar and restaurant for a Duneshine or rum punch. If Bankie himself is performing there's a cover charge, but usually other entertainment is free. 

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Nippers, Great Guana Cay, Bahamas

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This bright and cheerful beach bar in theOut Islands of the Bahamas is a wet and wild experience with two big beachside pools, a lively tiki bar, and hopping dance floor. The weekly (Sunday) pig roast is a can't miss, and if you're lucky you'll be in town for one of the semi-annual Barefoot Man concerts, a true “only in the island” happening where a local musician rounds up his buddies and thousands of fans flock to a tiny cay to hear the show.

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The Pelican Bar, Treasure Beach, Jamaica

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You can see the beach from the Pelican Bar — but from the water side, not the shore side. What may initially appear to be a pile of woody debris washed up on an offshore sandbar near Treasure Beach is in fact one of the most unique bars inJamaica. Call in your lobster lunch in advance, then hop onto a rickety boat for the short ride out to the bar, where owner Floyd will take a break from dominos to serve you some cold Red Stripes. You can mellow out on the dock or hop into the water (it's only a few feet deep around the bar) to do some snorkeling. Since you've made it out here, be sure to leave some memento of your visit on the walls — carved initials, a license place, articles of clothing …

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The Wreck Bar, Rum Point, Grand Cayman

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 Take the free ferry from the busy West Side of Grand Cayman to laid-back Rum Point, and the picnic tables at the Wreck Bar are as about as casual as it gets (other than the beach hammocks, of course). Want a break from all that Caribbean rum? Order one of the famous Wreck Bar mudslides to go along with the surprisingly sophisticated pub grub (there's a gourmet restaurant attached to the bar).

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Elvis’ Beach Bar, Anguilla

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Elvis himself — OK, not the “Love Me Tender” one — tends bar at this popular beach bar in Sandy Ground. Elvis Beach Bar is appropriately built from an old boat, and Elvis' gets especially lively during NFL football games (there's a big screen TV to watch on). You can step out of the shade at the boat bar to the roof deck to work on your tan, Elvis' specialty rum punch in hand.

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In Hiding Part 4/?

Hey loves! Sorry it took so long for me to write part 4, I’ve had school and band. I like this chapter, so I hope you do too!

Word count: 1566

Warnings: Really un graphic violence, mentions of undiagnosed PTSD, OCD, and depression, and my inability to write good endings

The last 30 minutes on the Quinjet were pure hell. Tony kept trying to grill you, and you didn’t respond, which motivated him to ask even more questions.

Finally, he rolled his eyes and asked, “Where are your parents?”

Hundreds of locked-away memories flooded your mind. Your parents had sold you to HYDRA at age 5. You didn't know much about your parents or their identities.

After he asked about your parents, you broke eye contact and looked anywhere but into someone's eyes.

“I see.” Tony scowled but continued asking more questions, but you weren't in the mood, even more now than before.

You eventually drifted off into a daydream as Tony’s questions slurred together. You dreamt about what your life could've been if you had parents and weren't mutant. You could still have parents; you wouldn't have sustained all of that torture at HYDRA, and you would've gotten to go to school!

School, something many take for granted. You didn't have any higher education, and being 15 and more innovative and 99.99% of the world, it was a moot point. Still, being among everyday people, having friends, and discovering your passions, would be amazing.

Snaps in your face brought you back, courtesy of Tony.

“Kid. Kid! Hello?” He snapped in your face.

You had returned to Earth and- hey, look at that! Tony is within head butting distance. Maybe it'd get him to shut up, or would Loki attack again? He was staring at you from the back of the jet, unmoving, eyes trying to predict your following movements.

“KID!” Tony shouted.

You'd had enough of hearing him in your face, so you turned back to him, made eye contact, and-

“Don’t do that, girl.” Loki snarled from his seat.

Tony turned to him and cocked his head.

“She was going to headbutt you, obviously. Don't get within 5 feet of her.”

Tony thanked him quietly and sat in his seat, glaring at you. You made eye contact with him once more, and you smirked.

The rest of the ride was quiet, save for a few tiny pockets of conversation and Tony coming up with more dumb questions, which you elected to ignore.

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You had finally reached the compound, and all you could think about was your impending doom.

Steve picked you up again, as your restraints render you immobile. You fell limp in his arms, head dangling. You were so tired and so worried.

Steve carried you into the compound and to a room, or rather, a cell. The space was empty except for a cot in the corner and a sink. The wall next to the door sported a one-way mirror.

“You’ll stay in here; Stark wants to ask you more questions; he’ll be in here soon.” He put you down on the floor, and you looked up to him. He uncuffed you and swiftly ran out in fear of you trying to bolt again.

Little did you know, he and many of the other team members were staring at you from the other side of the glass, observing you in attempts to understand how you worked and your erotic behavior.

The room was made of something that made you powerless, and the walls were a blinding white. There weren’t any windows, and a single notepad and pencil lay on the bed.

You sat in the center of the room for 5 minutes, staying stationary. Once more, scenarios of what the Avengers might do to you crowded your mind. Tears came again, and you sobbed quietly. Everything hurt, and you were once again reminded that you'd been awake for almost 24 hours. So you carefully laid yourself out on the ground, being mindful of your bruises, and cried there.

—————Avengers POV—————

“So- uh- what do we do now?” Steve pointed to you, still crying on the floor.

“Poor thing,” Wanda remarked, frowning.

“Poor thing? She may be a child, but she's evil!” Tony scoffed.

“She could be a beneficial asset to the team,” Nat suggested.

“I don’t trust her.” Tony crossed his arms and looked back to your shaking figure.

“Tony, I kinda volunteered to go talk to her.” Steve turns back to him. “She's got a notepad, and if she doesn’t open up, we’ll send someone else in.”

“Why the hell did you volunteer me? Kid hates me; it's obvious.”

“Just go see if you can get anything out of her, Tony,” Natasha ordered.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes, stepping into your cell.

—————Your POV—————

Tony Stark stepped into your cell, the door shut with a loud ‘thud.’ His intentions were unclear, so you backed into a corner. He crouched in front of you and looked into your puffy, red eyes.

Now that the two of you weren't fighting, he noticed how truly young you were; you still had that childlike glimmer in your bright blue eyes. You had been turned into a villain, but it wasn’t your fault.

“Hey, kid.”

You didn’t respond, just blinked. He grabbed the notepad and pencil on the bed.

“Since we haven’t heard you speak, we put this here for you to write on. Do you know how to write?”

Of course, you knew how to write. You stared at Stark, annoyed that he thought you couldn’t write, and slowly nodded your head.

He handed you the notepad and pencil and asked your name, which he knew. He was trying to create a sense of normalcy for you.

“(Y/N)” You wrote.

“You have great handwriting and a beautiful name (Y/N).” He said, reaching for your hand.

You winced when Tony touched you and quickly brushed him off.

“Understood.” Tony moved back and asked you, “Did HYDRA give you your powers?”

“I don’t think so. I was young. I don’t know.” You wrote. You did know, however. You were born with powers, and that’s why your parents sold you. You were too much to handle, and many people were willing to pay hefty prices for you.

You weren’t fond of visiting HYDRA memories, let alone talking about them. Memories of being tortured plagued your dreams every night, and it seems that HYDRA had found a way to torture you even after you escaped.

Often loud noises would bring back memories, as would needles and human contact.

“I want my clothes back.” You wrote. You thought they might bring some semblance of home, a piece of you to hold, and you’d be able to smell your apartment and yourself.

Tony nodded. “I’ll see what I can do. Do you need anything else?”

You shook your head and wrote, “Please leave now. And don’t stare at me from the window. It's creepy.”

Tony chuckled. “Ok, Banner is going to come to check on you at some point.”

You nodded and waved your hand towards the door, signaling him to leave.

Tony slowly got up, and you stared silently as he left the cell. Before he shut the door, he looked back to you, stationary on the floor, staring up at him. Once he was gone, you stared into the mirror, not at yourself but any unsuspecting souls behind it.

Once you thought the sufficient amount of staring was reached, you got up and went to the bed at the far corner of your cell. It was perpendicular to the door, so you could see if anyone entered and be ready to defend yourself.

–—————————

It must've been an hour or so until Banner walked into your cell. You jumped up from the bed and pushed yourself into a corner. He frowned and set down what he was carrying, which was a tray of food and your clothing.

He stepped away from said items, and you scrambled to grab them, scared he’d take them back. You backed yourself into your corner once more, shielding yourself with your clothing.

“Hey, (Y/N). Remember me?”

You scowled. You remembered him, and you weren't very fond of the memories you shared with him.

You didn't move, eyes still trained on him. He kneeled about 5 feet away from you, not wanting to startle you.

His voice was low and soft when he asked, “Can I come closer?”

You stared, not knowing how to answer. Would Bruce hurt you again? Could you trust him? It didn’t look like he was holding anything more to hurt you. You allowed yourself to creep closer, slowly inching towards him.

“See, baby steps.” He looked towards the window. You assumed some people were still watching the two of you.

You let yourself come closer, until you were about a foot away from him.

“Can I touch your hand?” He reached out and touched you, but you winced and pulled your hand away. You still didn’t trust him, you would need a whole lot more prof before letting him, or anyone for that matter, touch you.

“Ok, I’m going to go now, get some sleep.” He stood and turned away from you, heading to the exit.

He stepped out, and turned off the lights in your room. It was almost pitch black, except for a dim light coming through the window. You climbed into the bed, and stared up at the ceiling. You were exhausted, but sleep refused to come.

It must have been 45 minutes when you finally drifted off to a restless sleep. You dreamt about what would meet you in the morning.

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In Hiding Part 6

Author’s Announcement: Hey guys! I really appreciate all of the recent feedback and the patience. My life has been pretty hectic these last few weeks, so as a reward for your patience, this is the longest part yet, and I’m really proud of it! I hope you all enjoy it!

P.S. Doctors scare me so sorry if the “medical” part of the story is shitty.

Word count: 2567

Warnings: mentions of blood, bodily harm, non-consensual medical treatment, reader is StRaNgLeD, tiny OCD routine, slight language, non-descriptive violence, and grammatical/spelling errors.

The Avengers were everything you hated. They were destructive, they took whatever they wanted without a thought about anyone else, and they loved behind a façade. You’d seen who The Avengers truly were; they were menacing, inhumane, and lacked empathy. They could’ve just left you alone; you weren’t hurting anyone. You may have been doing some illegal things, but they were minor offenses! You’d never killed, and you were against terrorism of any kind. You just wanted to go home, wanted to be left alone. Your freedom had been stripped away after you’d made your final decision. You wouldn’t fight with The Avengers; you’d do everything in your power to get away from them.

You looked up from the floor of your cell, into the eyes of Steve and Bucky, and you could tell they knew what was coming next. You were stronger than them; you could easily overpower them. They’d seen it earlier when you grabbed their wrists, and every second you sat in that godforsaken cell, you became more immune to the effect of the material blocking your powers around you.

You intimidated them, and you knew it. You knew that your time in this compound was running out, and soon you’d be free. Free. Free. Free. Free. You repeated the phrase in your head five times to lock it in.

You felt that you were ready to share your decision. “I’d never fight for you people, never. Never. Never! NEVER! NEVER!! You people are killers; you take everything for yourselves! You’ve destroyed cities, taken the lives of so many innocents. How can you live with yourselves?” You yelled. Your eyes had begun glowing, and your hair was lifted off of your head as your volume increased. “How?!” You questioned, your eyes shining brighter.

Steve and Bucky were backing into corners of your room, staring down at you. A blue aura began to form around you, illuminating the room in a vibrate blue. Your crossed legs began to levitate off of the ground, and a strong wind began to sweep through the room in a circular motion.

You didn’t want to fight, this trick took all of your energy, and the two super soldiers were helpless, so you decided this would be the perfect time to escape.

As soon as you turned to the wall farthest from the room, which you hoped would lead outside, a particularly strong wave of fatigue hit you. The wind and your aura began to dim, but Steve and Bucky knew not to lunge at you yet.

A string of mumbled curses fell from your mouth, and you let your feet descend onto the ground. This might conserve your energy so you could put more into escaping this wretched complex.

Being back on the ground and looking less powerful, Steve decided to go for it. He jumped forwards and wrapped his arms around you, pressing you into him; you could only wiggle your hands.

Lifting you off the ground, he tried to make it so you couldn’t use your feet as any leverage.

“Fucking dick!” You yelled, thrashing in his arms.

“Language!” He yelled.

You’d had enough of his bullshit and began thrashing more. His grip only tightened, but you were still stronger. There was a vent located right above you, so you flew out of his arms.

You tucked your legs into your chest after he tried to reach out for them and stretched your arms, reaching for the vent. You swiftly pulled it off its hinges and forced yourself into the circulation system.

The tunnels weren’t dissimilar to a maze, you tried to go in one direction, but after 20 or so corners, you have turned around. The alarms blaring throughout the compound, warning everyone of your escape, were bringing about an awful migraine, and you were becoming more and more fatigued by the minute. You wouldn’t stop, though.

You had heard a few voices in the tunnels with you, as well as footsteps. You made sure to avoid them, and after 10 minutes of wandering through the ventilation, you found an air vent to the outside. You pushed hard, and with the last bit of strength you had left, the vent became dislodged. You tumbled out and plummeted about two stories before hiding the ground with a painful ‘thud.’

You crumpled into a ball on the grass, and you felt blood trickle down your forehead. You could also no longer feel your right foot, meaning it was broken. Everything hurt, but your ribs were also a very obviously damaged part of your body. Every time you moved, you felt a shooting pain.

You slowly sat up and wiped the blood from your face, and the amount of blood on your hand was startling. You looked around other parts of your body to assess the damage and found that your knees and elbows were also bloodied, as well as a few scrapes here and there. You lifter up your blue scrubs to get a better look at your side, where a wide purple and blue patch was starting to form. Hesitantly, you placed two fingers on your side, looking for anything broken. The shooting pain was the response, and you pulled your hand away. It was most likely broken, as was your right ankle. It was also a swelling purple and blue mess, and the pain was begging to hit.

You let your eyes fall away from your body to look at your surroundings. You were greeted by vast green forest on all sides, and behind you stood The Avengers compound. It loomed over you, and you could still hear the alarms blaring from the inside. You struggled to get up, and, to no avail, did you.

So, you lay on the ground, your tribulation had failed, and you were doomed once more. You tucked yourself into a ball and cried.

‘How could you be so weak?’ You thought to yourself. ‘How could you let people like the Avengers-like HYDRA-control you like this?’

It would be best if you found somewhere to hide, and quickly. You wouldn’t let The Avengers control you anymore. You couldn't.

You pushed yourself up, so you were on your hands and knees, but you were weak, and I’m so much agony. You kept pressing on, though. You crawled your way to the forest and let yourself fall behind a tree. You must’ve hit a tripwire or a perimeter alert, as a new set of sirens went off and an automated voice yelled your location. You cursed, but you couldn’t go on much longer. With your injuries and your temporary inability to shift, you had to surrender.

—————Avenger POV—————

“We’ve got a location!” Tony yelled through the team's comms. “Kid’s headed East, and it looks like she’s stopped behind a set of trees. I can see her on cams.”

“Who should we send out there? You saw what she did to Steve and Bucky.” Implored Natasha.

“She looks pretty tired. We could probably take her if we needed to, but I don’t think a fight is in store.” Bucky advised.

“How about we all just go out there?” Steve added sarcastically.

“Oh yeah. Good idea, capsicle.” Tony agreed. “Everyone grab your things and meet me in the common room; we’ll all go out and surround her. Bucky, Steve, you go from the East. Natasha and Clint, you guys, take the North. Strange got here a few hours ago, so he and I will take the West. Loki, you’re just going to ignore me, so Thor, go with him and make sure he doesn’t do anything rash. And Bruce? You stay inside; we don’t want a code green, big guy.”

‘Okay’s and ‘mhm’s sounded through the Comms, and three minutes later, everyone was gathered in the common room, looking at one another surreptitiously, not knowing what would greet them on the other side of the doors. They didn’t know whether or not you’d be putting up a fight, but they were about to find out.

“We’re all here? Let’s go then.” Tony commanded. His suit's helmet fell over his face, and he strode forward, everyone else in close pursuit.

—————Your POV—————

You were weaving in and out of consciousness, and you still lay crumpled on the ground in your ball. You felt weak, and you couldn’t think straight. The world was a spinning vortex, and you almost thought you heard voices and feet. You opened your eyes and were met with the face of Tony once more.

SNAP! SNAP! In your face again, but with metal fingers instead of flesh. Tony likes snapping, it seems. You, however, did not. You attempted to growl to ward him off, but you couldn’t produce any kind of sound.

You turned your head slightly to face the rest of the team. They towered over you, weapons drawn and aimed at your face. Typically, you wouldn’t fear them, but in your fragile state, they were pretty threatening.

This wasn't very pleasant. You, one of the most powerful enhanced humans ever, were lying on the ground, bloodied and broken, at the will of The Avengers. They stared down at you, pity written all over their faces. Pity, not a feeling you wanted to be affiliated with.

Two metal arms reached out and wrapped around you, hoisting you up. A sudden rush of adrenaline caused your limbs to begin thrashing about, and the pain from your ankle and ribs subsided. Your sudden movement caused the metal arms encasing your body to pull you closer to the body they attached to. You felt the metal chest and put two and two together. You were in the mostly impenetrable arms of the Iron Man.

Tony picked you up carefully and began walking back into the compound, and the team followed suit. You tried to summon the adrenaline once more, but it didn’t want to come.

Feeling completely vulnerable, you decided to surrender. Yes, it was the cowards’ way out, but did you have another option? Your body was giving up on you, you couldn’t use your powers, and your opponents happened to be the killers of Thanos, another very powerful being.

There was no hope, so you just closed your eyes and allowed the sleep that had been creeping up on you to take over. Your vision faded into black, and the last thing you remembered was the mechanical hum of the Iron Man's suit.

——————————

You awoke to quiet chatter, and a beeping machine you could only assume was a pulse monitor.

As soon as your eyes fluttered open, your senses were flooded with a bright white and the smell of rubbing alcohol.

You looked up from your supine position to find yourself strapped to a table once more, but stronger and additional restraints were added this time. You still felt weak, and your side and ankle were aching, as well as your head.

An IV was embedded in your forearm, and as your eyes traveled the length of the tube up to the bag supplying it, you found it contained a thick blue substance. It must’ve been combating your powers because you couldn’t shift.

You took in your surroundings and found various members of The Avengers watching you. Creepy.

“Welcome back to the land of the living (Y/N).” Chuckled Tony, “You gave us quite a scare.”

The rest of the team went silent, and Bruce, dressed in a white lab coat, whipped around to face you and ran to your bedside. He whipped out a flashlight and shoved it in your face, his fingers following to hold your eye open while the flashlight shined in.

“Pupils are dilating, so no concussion.” He hummed, moving to your other eye.

He moved to pull a stethoscope from his neck and pressed the bell to your chest. You bit your tongue to stop from yelling out when the cold metal touched your bare skin. You must’ve bitten it when you fell because you sensed a metallic taste in your mouth. Bruce was in spitting distance, so you let the blood and saliva pool in your mouth, and you prepared to launch it towards him.

As soon as he lifted his head, you released your spit bomb. Bruce recoiled and began incessantly wiping his face with gloved hands. A hand flew around your neck, preventing you from spitting again.

Blood dribbled down your chin, and you looked up to the face the hand belonged to. It happened to be the winter soldier, and you grinned up at him, blood coating your teeth. He stared you down, and you did the same. The rest of the team just stood by, wearing “What The Fuck Just Happened” expressions.

Bucky finally released your neck, and Banner walked back over, blood-free and with duct tape.

“Shouldn’t have done that.” Tony mocked from behind Bruce as he and Bucky taped your mouth shut.

You tried to shake him off, but your movements were no use. Barnes had a firm grip on your head that prevented you from thrashing about, and Bruce was wrapping your face.

‘Duct tape is the best they can do?’ You thought to yourself. ‘Do they know that duct tape loses its stick when wet?’

You laughed to yourself, and Bruce and Bucky ceased their actions and looked up at you, as did the rest of the team.

“What’re you laughing about?” Bucky snarled.

You only shook your head and rolled your eyes. If they didn’t know, why tell them?

Banner ripped the tape and stepped back. Bucky released your head, and you stared up at the ceiling, hoping they’d all leave.

“The rest of you can go. Bucky, you stay here. I need help controlling her.”

“You got it, Banner.”

The rest of the team reluctantly left, leaving you, Bucky, and Bruce. You looked over to them and stared them down with undeniable murderous intent.

“So, uh, what’re we doing next?” Bucky turned to Bruce, who was still staring you down.

Bruce snapped out of his trance and looked over to Bucky. “She’s still got some injuries from her fall; I need to check those out. Do you have any medical training?”

Bucky nodded. “A little bit, from when I served. Just basic stuff.”

“We can work with that.” Bruce crossed his arms and walked in the direction of your injured ankle.

You tried to get away, but the power suppressors and restraints prevented you from doing anything, so you just wriggled around uselessly.

Banner pressed two fingers to your swollen and bruised ankle, and you bit your tongue to stifle a muffled scream. He moved his fingers to another part of your ankle, and you hit your head against the table to suppress another outcry.

“Bucky, can you grab some Ace bandage? I think the Talus is fractured. We’ll need an X-Ray to make sure, but I doubt she’ll cooperate.”

“I can make her, or we could try sedation.” Bucky offered.

Bruce seemed to rather like that idea, as his brows raised, and he procured a metal syringe.

Forcing it into your arm, you let out a muffled, yet surprised yelp. Immediately after the syringe was removed from your arm, your world began to darken, and you became dizzy.

You tried and failed to resist, but your body gave in, and the last thing you saw was Bucky and Bruce watching you.

To be continued…

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Hey besties! I need your help! First off, I need some requests! Secondly, I need a name for my fan base. But moving onto the good stuff, part 3 is finished and I’m so proud of it. I’m so thankful to have such an amazing audience. Thanks to anyone that reads!!

Word count: 1150

Warnings: Talk of syringes, a few cuss words, restraining, mentions of child abuse/ neglect, and Loki being an ass. (Nothing against him, I love Loki.)

Please excuse any typos/spelling/grammatical errors I wrote this during a lecture at school :p

In Hiding, part 3/?

Parts one and two links:

You were finally out of the compound, and you were running faster than you ever had. You climbed up countless trees and jumped from branch to branch, just trying to get as far away from the compound as you could. You didn’t know where you were and had no way of finding your way back to New York City.

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It’s been 3 hours of constant running. At least you think it’s been 3 hours… You’ve finally found a tree to rest in. You shift into a stick to blend in. Unfortunately, you are a blue stick, but you were too tired to care.

Slowly, you drifted off into a deep slumber

—————Avengers POV—————

“We’re not stupid; she’s got a tracker. She’s stopped about 5 miles Northeast.” Bruce announces to the team.

“So when do we get her?” Natasha wonders aloud.

“I’m thinking night; the sun sets in about 2 hours…” Steve replies.

“It’s when she’ll least expect it,” Buck adds.

“Since she’s been running nonstop for about 3 hours, she’s probably asleep. We should go now, so she doesn’t wake before nightfall.” Says Tony.

“I don’t know, Tony. She’s probably pretty tuckered out. It’ll be harder for her to attack in the dark.” Natasha counters.

“She’s a shapeshifter; the kid probably has night-vision or something.” Tony murmurs.

“He's got a point, guys,” Bruce notes.

“We’ll take a vote. Say “aye” to go now, “nay” to go at night.” Steve says. “All in favor of now?”

“Aye,” Tony.

“Aye, ” Bruce.

“Aye, ” Loki.

“Aye, ” Peter.

“Aye, ” Wanda.

“Aye, ” Vision.

“Aye, ” Thor.

“That everyone?” Steve questions. A few nods are the reply. “Ok, how about people who think we should go at night?”

“Nay, ” Natasha.

“Nay, ” Clint.

“Nay, ” Steve.

“Nay, ” Bucky.

“Ha! We're going now. You all have 3 minutes to get what you need. Meet on the Quinjet.” Tony announces.

Clint moans but turns to get his things.

“You sure we got her this time?” Bruce asks Tony, turning to him.

“Now we know what she can do. The kid’s powerful, but there's one of her and ten of us. She's also asleep; we've got the upper hand.”

“But she can-”

“We’ll be fine.”

—————Your POV—————

Flashback Dream

You were five again and back with HYDRA, tied to a chair, various syringes with God only knows what inside to your right.

You were trying to get away; you struggled against the grip of the ropes, but, to no avail, you weren't getting anywhere.

In walked three men, dressed in white lab coats. One was gruff and bald, the 2nd was taller and buff, the last man, was short and plump and cowered behind the other two.

“This is her? She's smaller than I hoped. I doubt she’ll survive.” One spoke loudly.

Not survive what? Tears began to drip down your face.

“I hate children.” Another one of them hissed before swiftly stepping forward and slapping you. “Shut up, vermin.” He seethed.

You stopped crying and whimpered.

“Weak.” The first man jeered.

“The first dose is ready, sir.” The 3rd man whispered.

“I’m excited to see what it does!” The 2nd man grabbed one of the syringes and forced it into your arm.

Almost immediately, you felt a burning sensation; white stars clouded your vision, and your entire body began to tingle, and then your eyesight was gone.

Startled awake, you found yourself face to face with Loki again.

“Hello there.” He grinned.

Frightened, you fell from your tree-top perch. You hit the ground with a thud, and were met by nine more faces, who you noted were more avengers. You were so screwed.

As fast as you could, you created clones and shifted them into the people before you.

“That’s not going to work this time!” Loki called down from the tree.

Clint hastily shot all of your clones, and you were left defenseless, but you weren’t about to give up. You tried to shift into an ant to hide, but you couldn’t turn. Damn it! They had predicted your every move. You were a goner.

You were paralyzed, not by Loki but by fear. You began to shake violently and cry. This is where it all ended.

“Uhhhhh… kid?” Tony calls out to you, lifting his mask. “You good?”

You continued to cry; you wouldn't dare speak.

“Grab her..?” Wanda suggests, pointing at you.

“Oh. Uh, yeah.” Steve steps towards you.

You attempt to wither away, but you are frozen. You continue to shake; sobs rack your body.

You're picked up bridal style by Steve and carried back to the Quinjet. You're limp in his arms and quiet, tears stain your cheeks, and your eyes are bright red.

“Finally, she stopped crying. It was annoying.” Bucky jeers.

“She, a kid! Don't be so insensitive.” Wanda retorts.

You're legs and hands are cuffed once more, and you're strapped tightly into a seat.

You've regained all of your senses, and now you're angry. Angry at yourself for letting this happen, angry at the Avengers for capturing you, especially angry at HYDRA for making you like this, and mad at your parents for selling you to evil people.

Thinking about it, you're infuriated. A spark is a newfound spark that ignites inside of you, and suddenly you're growling lowly.

Ten faces turn to you and stare. You lift your head and bear fangs. It took all of your energy to fight against Lokis's magic and shift even such a small part of yourself.

“You don’t give up, huh? Foolish.” Loki looks up at you and grins. “Oh well, all the more fun for me!” He taunts.

Your restraints are tightened, and your fangs dissolve in your mouth. Loki gets up and moves towards you.

“Giving up now, foolish girl?” He says as he grabs your jaw and jerks your face up, forcing your eyes to meet his.

In response, you narrow your eyes. The restraints tighten even more, and you're beginning to have trouble breathing.

“That's enough, Loki,” Thor yells from his seat. “Sit down.”

Loki looks up from you, rolls his eyes, but lets go of you. He looks back down to you as he's walking away, smirks, and loosens your restraints. You heave as you try to regain your breath, and the Avengers stare at you.

You're angered once more, but now you know the repercussions. You’re really fucked now.

“It’s going to be 30 more minutes!” Steve calls from the front of the jet.

30 minutes until the rest of your life is decided. Better savor them, as they may be your last. Wondering what happens next? You’ll have to read part 4, hopefully coming out tomorrow!

Thanks again for all the support, I’m so happy I get the privilege to write for such an amazing and kind audience! My requests are still open, and I really, really need people to send in requests. Thanks again, everyone! Have an amazing night/day and thanks for reading!!

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