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mcatra · 4 years ago

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AU where Catra works at burger king

Catra works minimum wage at burger king, Adora comes in every day as the world’s worst customer.

AO3

‘I am being HARASSED.’ Catra groans, sprawling on her side of the register. ‘I’m begging you, just kill me.’

It was another slow afternoon at Burger King, or as she likes to call it the absolute shithole she only got minimum wage for. Catra could be out there living her life as a youthful teenager, instead she was serving chicken nuggets to her worst enemy- Adora. It didn’t help that said blonde was currently sitting in the corner, laughing obnoxiously with her friends she had replaced her with.

‘Aw I’m sure Adora isn’t here to harass you, she probably just likes our food! I do cook these to perfection you know.’ Scorpia says conversationally from her spot in the kitchen as she flame broils another patty.

Catra scoffs, her eyes trained on her most hated customer.

‘There has to be some sort of law against coming to one’s workplace every day! No one likes Burger King that much! NOBODY!’

Suddenly she sees Adora sit up from her chair, that makes a horrific screeching noise on their unmopped floor.

‘Oh god she’s coming.’ Catra whispers, trying to duck into the kitchen. ‘Scorpia! Hide me!’

Her friend shoves her back to the counter, as Adora approaches. ‘You’re the only one on this shift who is allowed to use the register-’

‘Do not make me serve her I swear to god-’

‘Hi Catra.’ Adora smiles, and Catra’s eyes narrow.

‘Whatchu want, princess?’ She sneers, avoiding her piercing blue eyes that reminded her of still lakes. Or swirling oceans. Or the fluffy white cloud bath bombs from Lush. Wait, no.

‘Mmm, can I get a strawberry sundae?’ Adora chirps, looking above her at the menu.

‘Can’t.’ Catra drawls, looking at her black painted nails. ‘The machine’s broken.’

Adora’s face falls in disappointment, and Catra cheers inwardly at her small victory until Scorpia’s voice cuts through their conversation.

‘That’s not true, the soft serve machine is fine.’ Her traitor friend says, pulling down on the lever and swirling a perfect sundae into the cup. She adds the syrup before handing it to Adora.

‘That’ll be $1.50.’

‘Thanks Scorpia.’ Adora smiles, rummaging through her purse to collect her coins.

Catra rolls her eyes.

‘What a cheap ass. Little rich girl can only afford a dollar-fifty ice cream? No wonder we’re running out of business.’

Adora frowns at this. ‘Did you want a tip or something?’

‘What? FUCK no. I don’t take charity.’ Catra scoffs, snatching the coins from her old childhood-friend-to-enemies palm. She swiftly jabs in the total and throws the coins into the drawer. They’re forced into silence as the receipt slowly prints, and she tries to ignore the way Adora is staring at her.

Suddenly Adora leans in close, and she can hear her murmur close to her ear.

‘I’ll see you at student council.’

Catra flushes at the proximity, every hair standing on end. Before she can stutter out an insult, Adora rips the receipt from the machine and is sauntering back to Bow and Glimmer.

The brown haired girl deflates, her nails scratching on the old countertop. All that mental damage, for $1.50? Life was not fair.

Adora always had the perfect grades, the perfect family and friends, the most cushy and royal upbringing. After their falling out involving a scholarship to a private school, they hadn’t spoken until the merger.

It filled Catra with sick pleasure that the private school had lost their prestige to embezzled money, and now had to be government funded. However in consequence of this, they had decided to merge the public and private school so they could sell off the land to build skyrises or something.

This meant Catra lost her position of School Captain to Adora after a fierce election, and had been demoted to Vice Captain. Not to mention no matter how hard Catra tried, she could never beat her in the school rankings. She couldn’t work to support herself and study 6 hours a day, like rich privileged Adora.

So now here she was, forced to interact with the one person she could’ve gone her whole life without seeing on a daily basis.

Ever since Adora had discovered Catra had been working at Burger King during a late night drive-thru run, her ex best friend had made it her life’s mission to make her life hell.

Of course she had done her best to make the experience awful to drive her away. Catra knew Adora hated pickles, so she would threaten Kyle to slice up an entire pickle’s worth in the blonde’s Whopper before giving it to her with a sweet smile. She is filled with glee watching Adora picking them out one by one in disgust.

This doesn’t stop Adora from coming though. Not even when they had made it into some sort of competition to see how many pickles could physically be crammed into a bun. Or even when she had put every single condiment including the salt and pepper into an unholy liquid concoction and served it in a cola cup. Not even when she gave Adora food poisoning when they got too carried away trying to stack as many patties as they could to recreate Sky Burger.

No matter what she did, the girl never went away. Even though she had so easily disappeared from her life when she had needed her the most. But she didn’t need Adora, she had gotten this job herself, she had gotten a roof over her head with her own power. She had worked so hard to become independent from Shadow Weaver, and no matter what, Adora will not jeopardize it.

‘I’m doing, what exactly?’

Catra stares dumbly at her manager, a sinking feeling dawning on her.

‘Adora ordered a birthday party at Burger King.’ Lonnie drawls, ignoring the look of complete horror on Catra’s face.

‘No, you can’t do this to me! Roster me for any other day. I cannot psychologically take this.’ She begs.

‘Sorry dude, the deposit has already been paid for. We’re short staffed, and it seems like Kyle has gotten fryer oil burns from your last burger experiment with Adora.’ Lonnie whaps Catra with the birthday catering pamphlet.

‘Stupid Kyle.’ Catra hisses, clenching it in her fist. Curse this damn place that can only afford to hire teenagers.

‘Anyway, just set up the tables and decorations after school on Thursday. Should be a good day for business, with Adora and her posse being rich kids and all.’

‘Can I at least get time and a half?’

‘Are you gonna be paying Kyle’s medical bill?’

Catra pouts. ‘Not my fault you guys don’t provide gloves. This place is an OSHA violation haven.’

WE do the PLANNING, YOU have the FUN! The bold font emblazoned over the small child’s smiling face mocks her from the pamphlet. Catra clenches it in her fist.

‘Also why the fuck did she book a kid’s birthday party package when she is like 17, and not 6 years old?!’

Lonnie rolls her eyes. ‘Do you still want a job or not? Just read the rest of the form, counting on you to organize it.’

Catra squints at the crumpled paper in her hand.

GOLD PARTY PACKAGE

-Themed birthday cards!

-Party bags!

-Birthday gift for the celebrant!

-Jumbo birthday cake!

-Pinata!

-Special birthday songs!

-Dedicated hostess!

Catra can feel her soul physically leave her body. This was gonna be a long week.

It was terrible.

Adora had handed these obnoxious Burger King birthday invitations to all her friends, so now she had all these RSVP’s to the worst birthday of all of human history. In between working shifts until midnight, dealing with Adora at student council and not eating, Catra was on edge.

‘No, you can not write ‘Die Adora Die’ on her cake.’ Scorpia chides, slapping Catra’s hands away to pipe the icing.

‘It’s what she deserves.’ Catra seethes. If she couldn’t eat it, she could at least ruin it, right?

‘They’ll be here soon, so try to take that dying grimace off your face.’ Scorpia replies, and Catra rolls her eyes before adding the finishing touches to the cake.

Suddenly the door opens, interrupting her decorating. The once quiet establishment was now full of loud chatter as their classmates piled in one by one. All of Adora’s old private school friends were here, all unironically celebrating their school captain’s children’s birthday party at the worst fast food restaurant in their state.

She plasters her fakest customer service smile she can muster. Dignity at the door.

‘Hi, you must be here for the Birthday Girl’s party.’ Catra says, approaching the group. Just treat it like you don’t know them.

‘Aw you don’t have to be so formal with us, Vice Captain.’ Glimmer teases, and Catra almost snaps from her facade. Almost.

‘Let me show you to your table.’ Catra grits out.

She had chosen the ugliest poop brown balloons she could find, and had deliberately made the HAPPY BIRTHDAY banner lopsided on the wall.

‘Thanks Catra!’ Adora grins, bouncing past her to admire the decorations.

Catra imagines Adora’s face on the pinata and smashing it into a million pieces. She forces herself to take a deep breath. It was just the one shift, and she really needed this job. Plus after the party was over, she could probably nab some leftovers for her trouble.

All of the girls (plus Bow and Seahawk) sit around the table, and Catra marches over with the laminated menus.

‘Ooh, we all get hats!’ Perfuma says, placing her Burger King cardboard crown on top of her head.

Frosta squints at the menu. ‘I’ve never eaten fast food before. Looks disgusting.’

‘I think it’s fine! Adora wanted to eat here.’ Glimmer says in a sugarly sweet tone that just came off as passive aggressive. ‘Even though I had suggested my penthouse by the ocean and we go here nearly every day.’

‘I much rather would be at the ocean beach house thank you very much.’ Mermista retorts, swatting Sea Hawk off her shoulder.

Yeah me too, Catra thinks bitterly. She stomps off with their orders, cursing them inwardly the entire way to the kitchen.

Adora’s friends start playing with the so-called ‘entertainment’ they had haphazardly set up.

It was ridiculous, seeing grown teenagers lining up to try to smack the shit out of a glittery pinata. They squabble over who gets to hit it first, Catra feeling very much like a glorified babysitter to her most hated enemies.

After a while, she sees Scorpia emerge from the kitchen. ‘Happy Birthday to you,’ Scorpia sings with Adora’s birthday cake in her arms. ‘Happy Birthday to you~’

The others join in on the song, Catra only mouthing the words in silent rebellion. The cake is emblazoned with a crude doodle of Adora’s face with HAPPY BIRTHDAY written on her enormous forehead.

‘Oh my gosh, I love it!’ Adora’s sky blue eyes light up, and she’s practically sparkling. Catra huffs, she wasn’t supposed to like it. Didn’t she see the drawing was supposed to make fun of her five-head?

Adora catches Catra’s eye, beaming. ‘Did you draw this for me?’

‘She did!’ Scorpia tattles, and her enemy’s smile increased tenfold. Catra can feel her cheeks grow warm. Dammit.

‘Whatever.’ Catra bites out, unable to meet her gaze.

Luckily no one else seemed to be paying attention to the weird atmosphere between them, as they were split between eyeing the cake and pinata wrestling.

‘Get over here Sea Hawk, we can do the pinata later!’ Mermista chastises, watching Bow spin her blindfolded boyfriend.

‘Let me just get one good hit in, and I’ll join you!’ He crows, swinging the bat in random directions as Bow ducks the blows, laughing.

Just for anything to do, Catra takes it upon herself as hostess to snatch up the knife and start cutting. She cuts into the cake to start portioning out the slices, but as the knife touches the bottom Glimmer lets out a shriek.

‘What?’ Catra deadpans.

‘If you cut to the bottom of the cake, you have to kiss the person closest to you!’ Glimmer says, a demonic look in her eye. Adora elbows her, embarrassed.

‘Excuse me?’ Catra’s never heard of this tradition. Though to be fair, she had not been to many parties in her lifetime.

‘Oh, that’s right!’ Perfuma claps her hands together. ‘Adora’s closest right? Go ahead Catra!’

To her horror, Glimmer starts pushing Catra towards the blonde. She digs her heels into the linoleum, only to find that she was sliding from the newly mopped floors.

‘Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!’ The girls start chanting, like they were her friends and that she wasn’t their damn server.

‘What the hell- fuck no, let go of me!’ Catra finally snaps, wrenching herself from Glimmer’s grip.

The momentum sends her stumbling into Sea Hawk, who was still attempting to hit the pinata.

‘Ack!’ He squawks.

The bat goes flying straight out his hand and into their double doors. There’s a huge crash, and everybody winces at the noise.

The glass pane shatters, and so does Catra’s sanity. She was so fired.

Sea Hawk lifts the blindfold.

‘Did I get it?’

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It was nearly closing time, and Catra was still sweeping up bits of glass from the floor. This had been one of the worst days of her life, and she had been beaten and homeless before. To make it worse, Adora was still grovelling when she should’ve gone hours ago like the rest of them.

‘I am so sorry Catra, I’ll pay for everything, I’ll take full responsibility so you don’t get fired-’

‘Stop it.’ She was too tired to even argue with Adora like she usually did, wishing Adora would just go away already so she could grovel over the phone to her regional manager without an audience. Catra always pretended to hate her job, but she couldn’t afford to lose it. She could barely make rent with her Burger King wage.

‘Please, let me help clean. It was my fault anyway.’

There was hardly any money left over to feed herself most days, that’s why she was skinny as a rake as opposed to the toned, buff, well fed Adora. She had only been functioning on a few nuggets that Scorpia snuck her yesterday. Did Catra still have those food coupons? How long until the bank charged overdraft fees?

‘Catra are you listening-’

‘I said stop it!’ Catra snaps.

Adora has the audacity to look stunned.

‘Why do you insist on harassing me at work everyday? Is it fun? Forcing me to play servant to you rich girls, to sing and dance for you? You already beat me in everything at school, you’re already School Captain, you have all the money and a loving family you need, so can you stop rubbing your privilege in my face just for one second so I can THINK?’

‘I...I just…I’m sorry.’ Adora starts and aborts a few sentences. Catra can’t even stand to look at her face.

‘This party at your work. It was the only way to get you to celebrate my birthday with me.’

‘.....’

‘Um, I-’

‘Whatever.’ Catra retorts, trying and failing to pick up the last shards with her too long fingernails. She hisses when the glass nicks her finger, cutting into skin. Drops of blood fall to the floor.

‘Are you okay?!’ Adora gasps, rushing to her side. Catra slaps her hand away, she needed to go find the cleaning supplies. Blood was a biohazard, there was some protocol for it but she was having trouble remembering.

She goes to stand up, but the fatigue rushes to her head and her legs give in underneath her. Instead of smacking her head against the floor, she feels herself land on something soft instead.

Adora hooks her around the waist, gently placing her into the booth. She grabs a napkin from the dispenser and wraps it around Catra’s hand. She can feel Adora’s warm hand squeezing her own.

‘I’m just applying pressure to the cut.’ Adora says quietly.

Catra just closes her eyes. It’s well past midnight and she should be locking up the store, but she can’t bring herself to move.

#she-ra #she ra #spop #catradora #catra #adora #burger king au

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cecilyneville · 4 years ago

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the spanish princess ep 2:

once more unto the breach, my fellow clowns

jsyk, i am skipping a lot of scenes bc i have far better things to do with my time (even under stay-at-home orders), and i cannot for the life of me watch the maggie pole/thomas more scenes. like what is the point of keeping maggie around, she is so boring. andrew buchan what were you THINKING signing up for this

reggie pole looks like a weird cross bw ben whishaw and sam riley

ok i take back what i said about laura carmichael last week - she’s a damn sight more talented than you-know-who. maggie still boring as hell tho

i can’t wait for the catherine/lina friendship blow-up...it’s coming & lina deserves so much better

oveido’s speech about childbirth and war...you been reading the mirror & the light dude?

THE GLOVE FROM ANNE OF BRITTANY!!!

james iv: i have done nothing wrong, ever, in my life / me: i know this and i love you

as someone with a catherine of aragon icon i just want to say that i really cannot stand tsp’s catherine, she has no redeeming qualities. ef keeps trying to make her likeable by asking oviedo to stay and letting meg keep james’ body but none of it actually gels with her behaviour

[dramatic militaristic music] really just sums up the lameness of this soundtrack

margaret’s prophetic dreams! i wish they’d included the part about her queen’s jewels turning to widow’s pearls

ANGUS DOUGLAS. ANGUS DOUGLAS. ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME, EMMA FROST

god he’s not even hot what’s the POINT. angus is supposed to be a hot dumbass fool who is just like “hey margaret i know you’re mourning your husband and have just given birth to his posthumous son and are trying to rule the country but are you dtf yet”. what did i do to deserve an ugly angus

i don’t get why they don’t also have meg pregnant at flodden. given that catherine is presumably going to lash out with jealousy at lina, mary, bessie - literally anyone who has given birth to a living son - i think it would have been a good choice, as well as drawing direct parallels between the two women

meg’s costumes are my fave. the colour palette suits georgie and her red riding cap is v cute

catherine’s clown shoes slapping on the floor as she storms off to war

like...it’s supposed to be such a moving scene and i’m just like wow she is literally the biggest moron to have ever lived

oh now she’s going into the enemy tent. honestly can james just kill her on the spot and then the rest of the show can be about margaret in scotland and mary & brandon in france

“he’s fighting for gold from king louis” shock horror! has catherine never heard of the auld alliance or???

like, i know they’re not actually wearing kilts, but the tartan is still stupidly ahistorical - we get it, they’re scottish!

love how catherine’s trying to do all this shit to rouse support, meanwhile in twp all elizabeth had to say was “do it for me” and all the lords were like yeah sure we love you lizzie

just in case the childbirth/war analogy wasn’t clear enough, we fucking get it emma

i’m not even going to comment about catherine physically fighting and actually killing people, this is the dumbest thing i have ever seen

meg saying james was her “best friend” would be lovely if there had been literally anything demonstrating that. georgie’s performance here is so good though. emotion! actual emotion!

so...catherine rode all the way back to london still covered in blood from the battle...once again i have no comment

also no comment on a very pregnant catherine looking wistfully on at a bird in a cage. i want to die

i know i’ve been going on about how good ruairi o’connor is - and he’s good - but i feel as if he’s a little miscast? idk, he’s just not rowdy enough for me to believe him as henry viii. his appearance and manner is very similar to jacob collins-levy though, which i appreciate

not nearly enough mary this episode imo

still stan the hell out of bessie blount. the strawberry-blonde hair! the rosebud mouth! the eoy vibes!!! (no i am not trying to suggest henry has an oedipal complex, that’s for d*vid st*rkey to do lol)

i hate that all these more interesting characters spend the whole time praising catherine for behaving like an absolute clod

emma frost has no idea how pregnancy and childbirth work (remember rosa’s miscarriage in s1?)

anyway, here’s hoping next ep will have some fun margaret in scotland scenes (lowering the portcullis at edinburgh castle...i can only dream)

#tbd #the spanish princess #so i AM going to put this in the tag bc i've been enjoying everybody else's bitchy liveblogs #but like...maybe don't read if you actually enjoy the show #meg continues to be the most interesting and nuanced character? wonder why that is lol

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starrynite7114 · 4 years ago

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things you never knew: three

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“Please Theo, I just want to go home.” Ailee sobbed, as she held her stomach, on her knees, head against the concrete.

“You have no home.” Theo spat out venomously. “How can you be the best at Maquina if you’re going to long for home? Personal relationships exhibit weakness, they give your enemies a target.” He looked at the four men that surrounded Ailee. “Again.”

The four men approached Ailee one at a time, Ailee was able to defend herself, and take a few down. That was until there were multiple people who attacked her, then Ailee was back on her knees, holding her stomach once again. She coughed, blood coming out of her mouth, her whole body was aching.

“This is your home till I see fit, till you’re prepared to be the best in Maquina.” Theo stated. “Who do you want to go back to? Angel Reyes?” Theo chuckled, shaking his head. “He is a waste of space my darling sister, you have no future in Santo Padre with him. You have romanticized this life with the Reyes’, but let’s be honest, you don’t fit in that life. You belong to this world, to keep the balance of power as your uncle fondly tells you.” Theo scoffed. “We can take over the world Ailee, we can have the governments of this world pleading to have us on their side, to have us manufacturing weapons of mass destruction for them. Do you not want that for me? For me to be able to bring back honor to my family’s name?”

Ailee did want to help her older brother out, but this was insane. She wasn’t cut out of this, she didn’t want to be a monster.

“What did I tell you?”

Ailee remained mum, not saying anything to Theo. She didn’t want to be here. This was the last place she wanted to be. She was only supposed to be here for a few weeks, but when she arrived, Theo took her passport and her cell phone. She couldn’t even contact John and Vince and it frightened her, but she didn’t let it show. Theo pounced on fear, and she tried her best to not be afraid.

“What did I tell you?!” He yelled out, hitting her with the stick he held in his hand. She fell to the ground, her forearm holding her up as best as she could.

“Fear is a concept for the weak. You have to face your fears in order to become the best.” She repeated his mantra in a monotone voice, three months of pain and suffering sinking in. She terribly missed Angel. Her saving grace, her fucking Angel. Whenever she thought about killing herself, ending this miserable life, she thought of Angel. His stupid jokes. His stupid smile. His warmth. The way he would hold her whenever she had a hard day at the academy. The way he would tell her that everything was going to be okay when a thunderstorm frightened her. The way he would make silly faces at her while she was eating dinner with his family, her family.

She fucking missed him.

He was the light at the end of her tunnel.

If she focused on that, she could survive this fucking hell.

“I’ve done everything I can for you since we were children, Grace. I’ve always taken care of you, made sure you were okay, read you bedtime stories, it was all me. When you were here, you were free from the scrutiny and hardships your parents put you through. All I’m asking is for you to give this training your all, to beat John and Vince.” Theo squatted down in front of her, lifting her chin up. He slapped her, blood spurting out of her mouth. She couldn’t even cry, the tears only further aggravated him. “I’m doing this because I love you.” He took his phone out, a live-stream of Angel at the scrapyard was on his screen. “You don’t play by my rules and I’ll kill him. See, as I’ve said, personal relationships are a cause of weakness.”

Ailee felt her tears welling up again. She looked down, taking a deep breath. She stood up, and looked up at the four men before her. Theo saw the way her face hardened, smirking at the victory he achieved.

“Again.”

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Creeper watched Ailee as she unloaded her SUV. He heard the grand opening was in three days and he wanted to check on his younger cousin. He’s given her space since her release from jail, but like Angel said, she was an adult, she had to handle adult conversations. But somehow he knew that wasn’t the issue.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you at least going to help me?” Ailee’s question broke him out of his trance, giving her a sheepish smile.

“I got you.” He took off his gloves, picking up a box from her trunk. Walking inside, he was surprised to see a few people inside working, they looked at him, greeting him so uniformly it was creepy.

Ailee walked in behind him, raising an eyebrow as to why Creeper stopped.

“Creep, why the hell are you blocking the way?” Ailee questioned.

“Didn’t know where to bring it.” He turned to her.

“Counter.” She nodded her head forward.

They both placed the boxes on the counter and went back outside. Ailee sat at the trunk of her car, watching her cousin slightly pace in front of her. Creeper was her cousin from her father’s side. His mother was Jin and William’s half sister. She was the middle child in between them. They got on well and Creeper has been a part of her life since she was younger. Truth be told, he was one of the few members of her dad’s side she was fond of. He was a good dude and was loyal to a tee. He was always so kind to her. Whenever she would get in trouble with her parents, she would sneak over to his house which was just a house over and let him distract her with stupid shit he would do.

He also taught her how to box to release pent up aggression she had. Ailee was taught to keep her feelings to herself, to not show your emotions as it was a sign of weakness. Due to this, when she would become angry, frustrated, sad, whatever negative emotion, she was never truly able to show it. Instead of letting her brood, he would take her out, taking Angel along and letting her box. Sure, maybe him and Angel were punching bags along with other people at the gym, but Ailee needed it.

“How are you?” Creeper questioned.

“Good, just busy with setting up the shop. How are you?” Ailee began to slouch, and she immediately corrected her posture, feeling the smack of the stick one of her trainers used to carry around whenever she would slouch.

“Slouching is a sign of laziness, improper posture is not allowed for an agent of your caliber. Fix it, it will help you in life later on considering all the injuries you have sustained.”

Prim and proper, that’s how they were supposed to be. Always clean shaven, hair tied in a ponytail, no messiness. It was a dress code, which was comical to Ailee, but she figured there had to be a code somewhere.

“We have a run tomorrow. I just wanted to check on you. I know we’re far from forgiven, but you have to know that we tried to see you multiple times.”

Ailee’s eyebrows furrowed. She kept hearing that, they tried to see her yet it never happened. “I doubt that. Felipe saw me, so did Jin and Theo.”

“Theo? Your psycho half brother?”

Ailee nodded her head tensely, recalling how her brother visited her a few times and remembering how uncomfortable and irritating it was. He wasn’t allowed on American soil, yet, he risked it to see her. It was idiotic and there were so many times she wished he was caught. For some reason, he was always evading the authorities. He was only on their radar if he stepped foot on US soil, he technically didn’t have a warrant on him since he hasn’t done anything to catch people’s attention. Selling weapons to lowly Eastern European countries didn’t really alarm government officials. Who didn’t sell weapons to militant groups? When he starts having bigger clients then that’s when the problem arises. But with him seemingly using a rebel group too close to the border, that’s when things changed. Rebel groups against the cartel were unpredictable, their loyalty was fluid, much like the governing governments of the world. If you fit their purpose, then they were loyal to you.

“Yes, and before you ask, I don’t know how he got to American soil, he just did.” Ailee shrugged. “Look, I think we can all just move on, whether or not you attempted to visit me or not, it’s no longer my concern. I’ll stand clear from you all and you stand clear from me.”

“You know we can’t do that, Angel wouldn’t agree to that.” Creeper knew how much Angel was itching to confront Ailee. From what he heard, he already did and he met her boyfriend, Alexander. He was almost sure that information was incorrect and Angel was just being dramatic. Any man around Ailee was not accepted by Angel.

“Well tough shit, Angel doesn’t really have a choice does he?” Ailee scoffed. “It’s my only request primo, please respect it.” She knew this was an awful request, but she could keep tabs on the Mayans without actually being involved with them. There was too much history and hurt to actually work with them. Ailee wasn’t willing to face that demon, facing that would cause things to resurface she long buried.

“Angel isn’t going to give up on you. It’s been five years, that’s enough time to get past grievances.” Creeper knew it wasn’t but Ailee blocked them off, how could she be angry at that?

“Let me ask you something, if you took the fall for the MC and they never visited you, would you welcome them with open arms?”

“Of course, there must have been a reason why they didn’t and we did try to visit you, you shut us down.”

“I didn’t have a ‘no-visit’ list. If those other people were able to visit me, then how were you not able to do so?”

“I don’t know Lee! You fucking tell me!” Creeper was frustrated. It was like going around in circles with Ailee. “We tried, we really did, but you made it very apparent that you didn’t want to speak to us.”

“Look, there’s no point in arguing about things. Like I’ve said, let's all move on.”

“Lee, you were never this heartless. I get it, you’re upset because you feel like we’ve abandoned you, but I can guarantee you we didn’t. We’re family.” Creeper knew Ailee could hold a grudge, but this was different. She couldn’t hold this against them all.

“Family is such a strange concept. One abandoned me and the other uses me as a weapon to serve a purpose that is a joke to be honest.” Ailee scoffed. “Look, again, my stance is quite firm. Let’s all be cordial, but otherwise, I want nothing to do with any of you.”

Before Creeper could reply, a voice interrupted them.

“Heads up.”

He looked to where the voice came from and it was Alex, Ailee’s childhood friend. What surprised him was the little girl, five years old at most running towards Ailee. He watched as Ailee jumped out of the car and opened her arms for the young girl.

“Baby!” Ailee kissed her cheek, lifting her up. “This is Tio Creeper, this is my daughter, Melody.”

Creeper tried his best for his mouth not to drop open, the shock of being introduced to Ailee’s daughter shook him. The little girl looked just like Ailee, but she didn’t have Ailee’s hazel eyes, she had brown eyes, much like Angel. He couldn’t believe this, Ailee couldn’t have had a child while she was in jail. Money talked, he knew that, but he doubted that Ailee would have a kid with Alexander while she was in jail.

Nothing was making sense.

He noticed the hearing aid then, eyeing Melody curiously. “She can hear?”

“Yes, of course she can. She’s just more comfortable with signing still because she thinks her voice is weird.” Ailee kissed the implant on her baby’s forehead. “She’s fine. Baby, come on, say hello, Tio Creeper would love to hear your voice.”

“Hello,” Creeper did note that her voice didn’t sound normal, but she was adorable. She hid her face at the crook of Ailee’s neck.

Creeper noticed Alexander appear behind Ailee, the little girl reaching for him.

“I got you babe,” he picked her up, kissing Ailee at the top of her head. “Creep, nice to see you.”

“You too man, didn’t know you were allowed outside of Europe.” He knew the business the Leon’s had. Regardless of their real estate venture, cocaine still made their world go around.

“Helps to be attached to this one.” He nodded his head towards Ailee. “I’ll leave you two.”

“It’s fine, Creeper was just leaving.”

“Does Angel know you have a daughter?” Creeper knew those brown eyes anywhere, he’s been brothers with the man for years and known him before that due to Ailee.

“Why would he need to know?” Ailee gave him a look, but he could tell that she wasn’t comfortable, that being back in Santo Padre was biting her on the ass.

No one could hide anything in Santo Padre, especially not from the Mayans.

“Well for one, that kid looks like Angel.”

“She isn’t Angel’s kid, she’s my kid.” Ailee countered. “Why does she have to be Angel’s kid if she’s my kid?”

“So she isn’t your actual kid?” Creeper was beyond confused. He had a hunch that Ailee was never inside, it was all but confirmed for him. Jin would never have let Ailee remain in jail. Hell, her brothers would have never let her remain in jail. How could he be so naive to think they would do so? He knew Ailee was upset, but there was no way she would have them in a ‘no-visit’ list.

“That’s none of your business. She’s my child. There are plenty of people with brown eyes primo, stay away, this is your only warning.” Ailee took her child inside, Alexander following after her.

He had to do some digging, but he was going to need some help. Taking his phone out from inside his kute, he dialed the number that he knew could help him.

“You busy?”

Melody looked nothing like Alex. She was Angel’s kid and he was going to get to the bottom of this.

=============

Olivia walked out of her apartment, frowning when she saw Kevin across the street. She unlocked her car and watched as Kevin walked over to her.

“EZ hasn’t been answering my calls.” Kevin informed her.

“And this concerns me why?”

“Don’t be difficult Liv, he needs to check in with me, you know this.” Kevin sighed. “I’m still trying to figure out how you managed to get this deal for him.”

“I know people.” Olivia shrugged. Kevin was such a lowly agent, he could never know of the existence of Maquina. Hell, only high ranking officers knew of their existence and even then, it was a hand selected few who knew of their existence. A shadow organization that helped the balance of power in various regions of the world.

“You must know high ranking people.” Kevin always tried to pry on what Olivia did for a living. He knew she headed an IT department for some company, but Olivia always kept him within arms length. Much like EZ, he’s known Olivia too yet, she was very hesitant to be alone with him. “Who do you know?”

“Doesn’t matter Kevin, if you nail Galindo, it’s beneficial for your career and keeps EZ away from jail.” She placed her things inside her car, turning to face Kevin. “I don’t see why there is a need for you to know who my connections are.”

“What happens to EZ when he serves his purpose?”

“Whatever he wants.” Olivia didn’t understand his question. EZ could do whatever he wants. “He could just tell the MC that this wasn’t the life for him and go from there.”

“You’re not worried he’s going to go back to Emily?” Kevin knew that Olivia had feelings for EZ. Only EZ didn’t seem to know she had feelings for him.

“That’s none of my concern. EZ is a big boy, he can do whatever he pleases.” Olivia slammed the door to the back passenger.

“After everything you’ve done for him, don’t you want him to at least return the favor?”

“Kevin, I didn’t do this so EZ could pay me back. He’s my best friend, I’m glad I was able to,” she sighed. “I want to help him. He can get his second chance in life, he’s far too brilliant to rot in prison.”

“Just tell him to call me.”

“Sure will.”

She watched as Kevin made his way back to his vehicle. She slid in her car, locking it immediately out of habit. She’s had a few close calls and would rather be safe.

Olivia wasn’t going to lie. She wondered if EZ would go back to Emily once Miguel was in jail. He most likely would.

His first love.

Love of his life.

Olivia chuckled, shaking her head. She gave those hopes long ago. She deserved better than waiting for someone who would never see her.

“Once this is done, you should come back to Spain.” She recalled Jin telling her. “Your talent is wasting away in Santo Padre. Ezekiel will be safe and can start over, you’ve given up so much for Ezekiel. It’s time to move on.”

Jin was right. It was time for Olivia to move on. She deserved a happy ending as well.

And maybe it was with Nathan, Alexander’s younger brother.

Olivia parked behind Carniceria Reyes, turning her car off and sliding out. She wanted to stop by before she spent the rest of her day at the coffee shop.

She knew EZ would be there.

And like she predicted, he was there with his father.

“Mija, you’re here.” Felipe fondly greeted her.

“Hey pops.” Felipe refused to acknowledge her whenever she called him Mr. Reyes. He said they were family and she agreed. Her real family was basically non-existent. The family that she recognized

“Hey Liv,” EZ greeted Olivia, giving her a quick hug.

“Kevin came to see me.”

EZ frowned. “Why?”

“You’ve been ignoring him, he wanted you to call him.”

Before EZ could reply, he heard a motorcycle making its way down. He watched as Angel stopped in front of the Carniceria.

“I’m going to tell Kevin to stop approaching you.” EZ didn’t feel comfortable involving Olivia in this whole ordeal. He told Kevin time and time again that his point of contact with him would be his father, not Oliva. He knew of the crush that Kevin harbored for Olivia ever since they were children, but Olivia was off-limits, Kevin knew that, he made sure of it.

“EZ, it’s fine, he just wanted to make sure things were okay.”

“Let me rephrase that, I don’t want him talking to you. He’s putting you in danger.”

“Be reasonable, he’s hardly doing that.” Olivia wanted to tell him that her life was always on the line. That whenever she went to Europe, it might have been the last time she would see EZ when she visited him. Sure, she wasn’t a field agent, but the work she did for Maquina was immensely valuable. Taking her out of the picture would greatly blind Maquina.

Felipe had to hold back a chuckle as he saw how bent over Ezekiel was about Kevin approaching Olivia. Whenever they would have family parties and Olivia attended, Kevin was always far away since Ezekiel did not like how much Kevin tried to impress her. Olivia never seemed to mind Kevin’s presence, which further irritated Ezekiel.

“He’s staying away from you, that’s that.” EZ walked out to meet with Angel.

Olivia looked at Felipe and sighed. “I’ll just go and say hi to Angel.” She walked out, Angel whistling as she did.

“Knew there was a reason God wanted me to come to the carniceria.” Their flirty banter was always fun, but Olivia knew it was nothing, hell it was nothing to her and everyone knew who Angel belonged to.

“Shut up Angel.” EZ put on his helmet.

Olivia laughed. “Keep your brother safe.”

“Yes mom,” Angel winked at her. “You know I got him.”

“You coming to give me a hug?” EZ opened his arms.

Olivia shook her head and hugged him. She loved hugging EZ. It always brought her comfort when she was young and there was no difference now. When she first picked him up from prison, it was such a satisfying feeling. She hugged him tightly and he ended up sleeping over her place that night, catching him up on all the pop culture things that she could do in one night. Ever since then, EZ slept over often and they would just watch endless television shows.

Currently they were watching Stranger Things, almost caught up with the series.

“Be safe.” She kissed his cheek.

“Of course, we have to finish Stranger Things.” He smirked.

She watched as the two brothers drove away. Looking across the street, she saw Alexander outside, shaking his head. The smirk on his face made her chuckle. Alexander was the older brother she never wanted, but she was truly glad to have him in her life. Crossing the street, she made her way towards Alexander, shaking her head.

“Knew you couldn’t stay away.”

“You know me, wherever she goes, I go.” Alexander shrugged. ��Nathaniel will be disappointed to know you’re around Ezekiel again.”

“Nathaniel isn’t my boyfriend and even if he always understood my relationship with EZ.” Olivia walked in the cafe, a smile immediately spreading across her face. “Melly!” She fondly called out to Melody,

Melody turned around, smiling as her eyes landed on Auntie Olivia. She ran up to her and Olivia caught her, lifting her up in her arms. “Look at you, you’re so big now.” She kissed her cheek. “Mommy is going to be so much nicer now cause you’re here.”

“Haha,” Ailee shook her head. “Liv, did you get the tickets for the Safari Park?”

“Yes, I emailed them to Sierra last night.” Olivia was pretty sure she did, especially since Ailee wouldn’t stop bothering her about it.

“Sierra did get it and I emailed it to both of these difficult people.” Sierra Ayala, Alexander’s assistant and right hand woman replied as she walked towards them. “If you two actually checked your emails, this wouldn’t be an issue.”

“You’re the best Sierra.” Ailee bowed to her. “We’re all going right?”

“Yes, I figured it would be nice to give everyone a break.” Olivia placed Melody back on the ground. “We can get an AirBNB there and enjoy a few days off after the opening?”

“Sure, that sounds like a plan.” Alexander agreed. “Sierra, mind booking it for us?”

“It’s what you pay me for.” Sierra teased. “Would you mind if I skip out? I have friends and family in Los Angeles I would like to visit.”

“Sierra, why didn’t you say so? Alexander can handle his vices for the next week. Take the time off, spend time with family.” Ailee suggested. “I can have one of the trainees tend to Alex’s needs.”

Sierra looked apprehensive with Ailee’s suggestion. She’s been on vacation before, but the longest she had been away from Alex was about a week and half before she came back. She was antsy. Alexander was an adult and could handle himself, but she also knew how disorganized Alex was, how terrible he was at checking his calendar. Even though she got a temp while she was gone, she knew how unbearable Alex could be.

“I see that look, I’ll be fine.” Alex promised her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “I know I seem helpless, but I promise I’m not. How much trouble can I get with going to the zoo?”

Ailee, Olivia and Sierra gave Alexander a look. Alexander rolled his eyes and took Melody. “Come on Melly, we’re not appreciated here.” He walked away, leaving the three women laughing.

“Is everything in place for Alexander to take over or is Nathaniel and Victor making noise?” Ailee questioned Sierra as they all took a seat around the table.

Sierra placed a tablet in front of Ailee. “Nathaniel doesn’t care much for the illegal side of the business, he however wants to manage the real estate side. Victor, well, you know he has his own business.”

“Matchmaking is hardly a business.” Olivia chuckled.

“It’s working for him.” Sierra shrugged. “Alexander is poised to take over, but Nathaniel switches his mind every once in a while. Though, it doesn’t seem that their father would hand the business to Nate anyway.”

“Why, Nate is competent enough.” Olivia had a soft spot for Nate. He was her first boyfriend, the man who made her see a life away from EZ, but they broke up a year ago since Olivia didn’t want to make the move to Spain as he had been requesting.

“Nate also acts on impulse and is not very business minded. He doesn’t think of the long run and thinks of the short run.” Ailee knew that handing Nate the business wouldn’t benefit the Leon’s especially since he wanted to break ties with Maquina, believing they were limiting their potential. “And he wouldn’t keep the relationship with Maquina, which, you know, to each their own.”

“He thinks that they would be fine without Maquina’s protection.” Sierra confirmed Ailee’s words.

“Without our protection, they would be indicted.” Olivia frowned. She knew Nate always just thought that everything was so simple and Olivia couldn’t blame him. Everything was handed to him, whatever he wanted, his parents gave to him. He thought that they were untouchable, that this deal was for Maquina’s benefit, but that was hardly ever the case.

Maquina swept in before a government agency could indict a certain crime organization, offer them immunity and the ability to continue their operations with no government interference, as long as they remained the most powerful organization in their area, keeping the balance of power and unabling any other organization to take over. It seemed simple, but it was complex.

It didn’t always work out.

There were eastern european countries that had too many players in the game to truly fully control it, but Maquina had some strongholds in Poland and Romania. Otherwise, every other country was still free for all.

Maquina’s purpose was so fluid. On one hand they were used to assassinate government officials to install a new power. Then other times, they were implanted to empower rebel groups to overthrow out of control regimes. There truly was no black and white in this world, it was whoever benefited who.

But the Leon’s had a stronghold in West Germany, Spain, and Italy for the last thirty years. With Alexander taking over, they expected for it to continue, even if they were trying to become legit, which was a hoax.

No one ever went “legit”. Illegal work was always so much more beneficial.

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Creeper parked his motorcycle under the shaded area of the yard, right beside his Hank’s motorcycle. His eyes landed on Vince, as he ate chips atop the picnic table. He knew that Vince was in town as well, which was never a good thing. Two Maquina agents in one place was far too many. It meant that they were implementing a program here, which meant that something or someone has piqued their interest.

“Creep, this is a sudden phone call.” Vince finished off his chips, crumpling it and making it in the trashcan a few feet away from the picnic table.

“Something isn’t adding up.” Creeper didn’t want to beat around the bush. Ailee was his younger cousin that he always protected. It killed him to not be able to see her while she faced this jail sentence. He didn’t know how to help her and all he wanted to do was just that.

“Numbers wise? I don’t do book keeping, you know this.” Vince knew why Creeper called him over. Maybe he was laying devil’s advocate, but he didn’t give a fuck. It was time the Mayans found out what was going on. He was never onboard about keeping them in the dark about Ailee, especially not Angel.

“Your sister seems haunted.”

“She was in jail for five years.”

“You know what I mean, that’s not jail.” Creeper sat beside Vince. “Come on, we were all close once. It killed me knowing she was in there. She was the little sister I never had. Be truthful with me, you know you could trust me.”

Vince sighed. He retrieved the folder he was sitting on, handing it over to Creeper. “All the information you want, you need, is in that folder. John and I figured that it would be best for us to be as honest as possible.” John thought it was best to set up life for Ailee after Maquina. Once they took care of Theo, both brothers wanted her away from Maquina. What better place to stay than her safe haven?

“She has a kid?” Creeper questioned.

“Melody is here?” Vince was surprised that his niece was in town, but he figured Alex brought her along. Melody only could be apart from her mother for so long.

“Is she Angel’s?”

“No, Ailee adopted her from an orphanage in Europe.” Vince explained. He understood Creeper’s confusion, the kid did look like a mixture of Ailee and Angel. But as far as he knew, the kid was adopted. Ailee brought Melody home one day, explaining she was from an orphanage in Spain. “Not Reyes’ kid.”

Creeper eyed him, but ultimately chose to move on.

“Your sister wasn’t in jail was she?”

“I’ll be back with John later tonight, might want to share that with your brethren.” Vince got off the table, making his way over to his car.

“We have a run later.”

“Tomorrow then.”

“Vince, why is Maquina setting shop in Santo Padre?”

Vince chuckled. “Why else would we set up shop? There’s a threat that has to be controlled.”

“Galindo?”

“We have bigger cartel’s to worry about before we worry about the Galindo cartel.”

“Who is it?”

“We don’t know yet, but we’ll keep you all updated.” Vince unlocked his car.

Creeper watched as Vince’s car disappeared, sighing. He opened the folder and his hunched was confirmed. Ailee’s release date stated December 14, 2014. Closing the folder, he made his way inside the clubhouse.

“She was never in jail.” Creeper threw the folder down at the table where Angel, Bishop and Taza were sitting.

“The fuck you mean?” Angel questioned.

“Vince dropped off all those records right now. You guys saw him.” Creeper sat beside Angel. “She was in jail for that initial two weeks, but otherwise, no other fucking records.”

“That’s fucking impossible.” Bishop had to play charade. He knew Ailee wasn’t in jail, he didn’t make a deal with her uncle for no reason. “Your father saw her.”

“That was during her first two weeks.” Angel looked at the records and she was booked in the jail, her release date was what fucked him up. “It says her release date was December 14, 2014.”

“Exactly. Ailee was arrested around Thanksgiving when we had that run to Vegas. She was released two weeks later.” Creeper knew something was off. Ailee didn’t even look like she had a hair touched on her head. She looked hardened as if she was in jail, but it wasn’t for survival.

“Jin most likely bailed her out, using his connections.” Creeper, Taza, Hank and Bishop knew what Maquina was, the rest of the members didn’t, not even Angel. They knew that Jin was a powerful man, but they just had their guesses as to why he was so powerful. Creeper knew of Maquina, the details, not as much, but he knew not to fuck with them. They could make anyone disappear. One call, and it was done.

“She made a deal.” Angel looked through the paperwork in front of him. It was her release forms. “Jin bailed her out, this is his signature.”

“Well if she made a deal, what could it possibly be?”

It dawned on Angel that whatever business Ailee’s family was involved in, it wasn’t exactly safe. He remembered when they were younger, how Ailee was always in physical activities that involved fighting. Her parents were very adamant that she learned how to defend herself, get good grades and not interact with many people. She was always in her books, books that kids her age at that time shouldn’t be reading. Angel always thought that her parents were strict and rarely let their kids have any fun. Ailee was a very affectionate child, but she was always rejected by her parents. The only time she could enjoy any affection or praise were from his own parents. It was weird how his parents seemed to understand Ailee’s hardship along with her brothers.

Ailee always said that she didn’t want to get in the family business, it cost your soul, she had told him. But it seemed like that’s what happened.

“It’s her soul. She exchanged her soul for freedom.”

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Secrets, lies and love

Summary: When Natasha the woman you only know as Natalia, not as an Avenger asks for your help. You agree only to feel the wrath of Captain America

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Reader (platonic), Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Scott Lang

Warnings: angst, love-hate relationship, arguments, Steve being a douche, mentions of sexual intercourse, language, smut, unprotected sex, biting, hair pulling

This fics is post CACW with nomad Steve

“Trust me, Steve, Y/N is the best. She can fix Sam’s wound. I owe her my life. One last thing before we pick her up – she doesn’t know about the Avengers and crap. Y/N spent the last years isolated in a research base in Antarctica. They needed a doctor and she agreed. Don’t tell her how Sam got injured.” Natasha says and Steve looks at her, brows furrowed.

“She doesn’t know about the Avengers?” Steve asks. “Nothing?”

“UH, nope.” Natasha shrugs, chuckling. “She won’t know about Captain America, that I’m Black Widow and the crap about the Accords. Just keep it hidden till we can bring her back home. Y/N deserves a good life.” Steve nods, not convinced at all.

“Steve, get the stick out of your ass,” Sam mutters. “Y/N is cool. Now let’s get her or I will bleed to death.” Sam pants and finally Steve nods.

“Then let’s get this girl.” Bucky chuckles starting the engine.

“Why did I agree to help you?” Scott groans rubbing his forehead. “I could’ve had a great life. My company was on it’s way to the top and now…”

“Dude, your company was a dead-birth.” Sam retorts. “Now shut up. We are in this together. Barnes, drive faster.”

“I’m on it, Wilson,” Bucky mutters, cursing under his breath.

“No swear words, Buck.” Steve orders and Natasha grins at the tall Avenger.

“We broke the law, are on the run but swear words still concern you, Cap?” The former redhead asks sliding her fingers through her now blonde hair. “I miss my red hair…”

“We all had to sacrifice things,” Steve says.

“Dude, you grew your hair and a beard. I left my company, daughter and all I knew.” Scott retorts.

Spending two years with half of the Avengers on the run is get on Scott's nerves by now.

“Take a turn to the left and park at the end of the alley. She will wait for us with her luggage.” Natasha explains.

“Luggage?” Steve asks quirking a brow.

“Yeah. I told you she was away for a while. Her apartment is empty, and she only has the things in her suitcases. She bought everything new and wanted to move in today. I called and axed her plans. Now be nice, Cap.”

----

A car passes you to park at the end of the alley. You still got a bad feeling about this. Out of the blue, Natalia called you, telling you one of her friends got her. This smells like crime. Years ago, after a bad break-up – was it even a break-up? She was there for you, encouraged you to go to the Antarctic and forget about this certain asshole – her words not yours.

Now the door of the van opens, you can see Natalia and a man with dark long hair. Something is off with his arm, it’s made of metal, a prosthesis you guess.

Natalia waves at you, nodding and you take one of your suitcases as the dark-haired guy shakes his head, grabbing all three suitcases as if they weight nothing.

“Whoa, I guess he always ate healthily.” You chuckle hugging Natalia tightly. “How worse is it?”

“Sam is bleeding heavily. Needs more than a few stitches. We’ve got a safe place to do so.” Your friend explains and the pit in your stomach grows.

“Okay.” You reply, either way, following her into the van as your eyes meet ocean blue ones. The eyes you…then you see Sam, bleeding heavily.

“Hey, strong guy. I need the smaller suitcase. Open it for me, I need something to stop the bleeding, for now, sanitizer, hand gloves, and the prepared IV.” You order ignoring the tall blonde man staring at you, gulping.

“Steve, that’s Y/N,” Natasha says, and you nod. Steve does the same, not giving away anything.

“Nice to meet you, Steve.” You reply. “Can someone start the car? I think all of us being here is a bit…dumb.” You chuckle and Scott nods, getting into the driver’s seat.

“First question – will there be a scar?” Sam asks.

“Seriously? You’re not concerned about surviving?” You joke, still ignoring Steve’s boring looks. “Sure but…the scar?”

“Don’t worry, Sam. I’ll fix you and there will be barely a scar, okay.” You explain, cleaning the wound. “That’s a shot wound, Natalia.”

“I know, Y/N. I think we have to explain a lot to you but right now…” Natasha sighs.

“I get it. In that case, I’ll need to get the bullet out right now before he’ll get an infection. Handle me the small bag in there. In need…” Natasha nods. “I know what you need.”

----

Three hours later you finally arrive at your destiny. The day dawns as Bucky carries your luggage into the ‘compound’ before you can protest.

“We need you to check on Sam for a few days and maybe on my broken ribs,” Natasha says.

“You guys live a dangerous life.” You sigh. “I need to check Sam’s temperature and wound. He needs antibiotics. We need to go to a pharmacy.”

“No,” Steve says and you roll your eyes.

“Listen, Steve, if you want your friend to survive, I’ll go to a pharmacy and get the stuff. I can go alone if you are concerned anyone can see you.” You retort glaring at the tall man. “Whatever you messed up it must be something worse than stealing a chocolate bar. I’m not a criminal, so no one will get suspicious. I’ll go in and get out in a blink. We meet at a safe place and one of you brings me back here.”

“Sounds like a plan, Cap…” Scott says and Natasha glares at him. “Capital city…is a nice town…” He tries.

“Let’s do this then.”

----

Two hours later you found everything you need. Waiting in line you glance at a monitor hanging over the checkout. You can see Sam flying…and Steve throwing someone into a wall.

“That’s a tragedy, hun, …huh?” An elderly woman says. “Captain America is still fighting for us, but they want to catch him like a criminal.”

“Captain America…” You gasp. “Oh…yeah. It’s is, I guess.”

“See, he made the mistake to not sign some stupid stuff…” She chuckles. “I’m old, I can say what I want. I saw him when I was a young girl, back then in World War II. He was a hero, and still is a hero.” She whispers and you glance at the monitor once again.

“I didn’t know any of this. I was out of…life, I guess… It was the time when they found him in the ice, I think.” You whisper.

“He’s a sexy man,” The elderly woman says.

“Yeah…I guess…” She smiles now, paying her things.

----

“What took you so long?” Steve mutters and you shrug.

“I told you we shall meet me at a safe place, not in public.” You whisper. “They showed a video of you and the others in there, Captain America.”

“I guess the cat is out of the bag, Stevie.” Bucky chuckles. “We should…” Steve can’t end the sentence as he sees four cops walking toward your position. “Stay behind me…I’ll handle this situation,” Steve says.

“Ma’am I need you to come with me. You are arrested for conspiracy with Captain America and the Winter Soldier.” One of the officers says. “Captain, Sergeant Barnes, please come with us on free terms.”

“I’m sorry, son but we are not able to follow your orders,” Steve says shoving you behind his back. “The lady is innocent. She was only asking about the way…”

“Sir, Captain we know about her connection to Black Widow. She was observed since the moment she entered American soil. Now come with us, Ms. Y/L/N.” The officer says and you start shaking.

“Into which kind of trouble did Natalia drag me into?” You ask.

“You wanted answers…now you’ve got them.” Steve mutters and you punch his back.

----

“Let me down, Rogers.” You mutter slapping his back. “I can walk!”

“You wanted to go with the cops and tell them about our hideout,” Steve growls.

“I don’t even know where it is, Captain. I got no clue why they knew about me…and why did they call Natalia, Natasha?”

“As I lied to you, Y/N. I’m sorry they were after you because of me. I thought I covered my tracks.”

“Natasha, I lost everything I tried to build up here in one night. This is…” Screaming you wiggle in Steve’s tight grip.

“Calm down or I will lock you in a cell. You’re not one of us – we can’t trust you.” Steve says.

“Steve, are you kidding me? She lost everything as she helped Sam. Now let her down and act like a normal guy for once. Y/N is deep into it now…just like Scott.” Natasha sighs and Steve drops you to the ground.

“Ouch…”

“Steve!”

“She will have to work to get food and a room.” He orders now full Captain. “We don’t need another hungry mouth.”

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“How do you feel?” Natasha asks.

Still mad at your friend you shake your head, wiping away some tears. “I’m in this compound for two months. No sunlight, now friends…no job or hope. I lost everything as you lied to me. You should’ve been my friend but you are no better than this guy breaking my heart.” You sniffle.

“Who was he?” She asks. “You never told me anything about him.” Sitting down onto your bed she looks at you, waiting for any information.

“Honestly, I got to know I didn’t know him at all, Natal…I mean Natasha. I never knew him. I was a toy to play with…”

“Why are you chatting? You need to clean the kitchen and check on Bucky’s shoulder.” Steve barks.

For over two months Steve acts like you are the enemy as if you destroyed his life, not the other way around. He’s always nagging, yelling and glaring at you.

“Steve!” Natasha tries but you place one hand onto her shoulder. “It’s fine. Captain America barks and I follow…such a hero.” You say bitterly before your friend leaves your room.

“Get your shit together, Steve.” She whispers through gritted teeth.

“Y/N hurry up! Bucky is waiting.”

“I know…” You sigh. “Why are you treating me like this?” The question surprises Steve and he steps into your room, towering intimidating over you. His eyes search your face and he scoffs.

“You know why…you acted like you didn’t know me in the van.” He snarls.

“I acted like that? You did the same, Rogers.” You retort.

“Do you even remember?” He asks tilting his head. “Or were there so many others?” Now he’s licking his lips, waiting for you to say something. The slap hits him by surprise.

“Many others? If I do remember?” You spat, angrily clenching your jaw. “I remember everything. I remember our dates, the kisses…your promises, Steve. I remember giving you what no other man had before.” You yell now.

Steve is looking at you, surprised about your outburst. “Y/N, we shouldn’t…not now!”

“Not now? The hell! Right now! You took what you wanted and the next morning you were gone, Rogers. I woke up in a cold bed, alone. I called you but your phone was unreachable. I drove to your apartment, but it was empty. Don’t tell me I forgot the heartbreak, the betrayal, Steve Rogers. Fucking Captain America!” You scream slapping his cheek again and this time Steve growls.

“Stop hitting me!” Steve orders and you kick his shin, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“Fuck you! I left my hometown to live in goddamn Antarctica because of you! Now you have the guts to accuse me of having sex with random guys. Thanks to you I never trusted anyone ever again. I hate you. Lying son of a bitch!” You curse.

Ready to scratch his eyes out you jump onto the bed to reach his back. Steve tries to shake you off, but you tug at his hair, scratching his scalp.

“Fuck, get off me, doll.” Steve curses as Natasha and Sam run into your room, watching you fighting with Steve.

“UH-Cap? Is this your way to do foreplay?” Sam asks as Natasha is cheering for you. “This is not the way to do it…Stevie…” Bucky adds glancing over Sam’s shoulder. “Ask her for a date or cuddle her.”

“She attacked me!” Steve pants trying to get you off his back, but you are fighting him, scratching his neck, biting his ear. “Ouch, Y/N…I like it rough but no like that.”

“I know, pervert!” You mutter tugging at his shirt.

“Guys, we should…leave the room and…whatever.” Natasha says as you started biting Steve’s neck and he stopped yelling and started moaning.

“Why? It’s getting interesting.” Sam says. Natasha is glancing at Steve, grabbing your legs, squeezing the tender flesh. “Now Wilson.”

“What a pity. Best show ever.” Bucky chuckles.

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“Get off me now, doll or you won’t like the answer,” Steve warns as you started tugging at his hair again.

“No way! Your hair is longer, and I’ll rip it out! Every single strand.” You threaten and Steve grabs your leg, dragging you off him to toss you onto the bed.

“I’ll teach you a lesson!” He warns striding toward you with an angry look on his face.

“I survived your bad behavior for two months! Asshole!” You talk back. Steve is watching you, licking his lips before his shirt gets tossed aside. “UH—why are you…fuck…” Your eyes watch Steve undressing and you unwillingly stare at his half-hard cock.

“I left that morning for a mission. I got captured my Hydra…spend six months in a cell, thinking about you. When I came back you were gone.” Steve says walking toward the bed.

“You could’ve said something…” You gasp as he unbuttons your pants, dragging the fabric down your legs, along with your plain cotton panties. He’s admiring the view before your shirt hits the floor, along with your bra.

“I wanted to, but Shield was against it…now I know it was because Hydra infiltrated Shield…I want to see what’s mine, spread…” Steve orders and you let your legs fall open.

“I would’ve waited for you…”

Rough hands slide over your legs before he wraps them around his waist. His cock is nudging at your entrance but he’s waiting, kissing along your jawline instead. Your hands caress his broad shoulders, moaning into his mouth as he slips his tongue in.

Pulse starting to race you move one hand between your bodies, stroking him slowly. Growls leave Steve’s lips when you angle your hips to let the tip slip into you. His body is pressed firmly against yours. Hands holding each other, lips united to an all-consuming kiss as he sinks into your heat, causing you to shiver.

“You’re still so tight.” Steve groans against your soft pillows, claiming them once again before his hips start moving. He goes slow at first, testing the waters before you dig your nails into his shoulders, urging him on to go harder.

“Harder…”

Now his hands grip the headboard. Knees dug into the mattress Steve starts pounding into you. He still holds back, his inhuman strength would hurt you so he does his best to make you scream, but only in pleasure.

Your back arches, hands fisting the sheets with every hard thrust of his dick. The noises grow louder, skin slaps against skin. His eyes meet yours as you slide your hands over his chest, crying out for more.

“I’ve missed you…” Steve growls sliding into you in a maddening pace. He’s holding back his high, trying to make you come first. You are lost in pleasure, in the feeling of Steve above you, inside of you, making you moan in desperation.

Your nails scratch over his chest, down to his abs to leave angry red lines but Steve doesn’t care, he only grips the headboard tighter, now bottoming out after every long stroke. He stills for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your pussy contracting around him, squeezing him tightly.

He’s moving faster, angling his cock, pressing another high out of you before he grips the headboard tighter, crying out your name as the wood breaks.

“Shit, you destroyed the bed…” You gasp.

“Worth it…” Steve shrugs tossing the wood aside and the door bursts open.

“Dude! Did you just…” Bucky trails off as his eyes dart between the destroyed headboard on the floor and the scene on your bed. “I’m out…”

“Did he…? Crap, Cap…Jesus…” Sam chokes, covering his eyes. “Damn, warn a man, Barnes.”

“Why should only I suffer?” Bucky retorts.

“Is Y/N, alright?” Natasha asks running toward your room only to see you pawing at Steve’s back as he tries to cover your modesty with his taller frame. “Way to go, girl! You tamed Captain Grumpy.”

“Guys, Nat…can you get the fuck out of Y/N’s room!” Steve yells.

“No swear words, Stevie. I hope you used protection, cause…ya know…wrap it…” Bucky teases as Natasha grabs his ear, and Sam’s to drag the men away.

“We didn’t wrap it…” Steve whispers.

“I’m on the pill, Captain…”

“Did you have a boyfriend?” There is jealousy plastered all over Steve’s face now and you shrug.

“Nope…”

“Why the pill then?” His eyes meet yours as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Thought I’ll get lucky, Steve. I mean Black Widow is calling me, so I assumed you would be there too…” You chuckle.

“You knew?” Steve gasps.

“I was in the Antarctic, not on the moon. I had to play my role to make sure no one knows Tony sent me to help you out, my hero.”

“Tony?”

“Now let’s talk about redemption…” Lower lip trapped between your teeth you glance at Steve, waiting for his reaction.

“You knew I got captured?” He asks. “Tony told me after he contacted me some days ago. He told me everything and asked for help. I thought I’ll give you the chance to make it up to me. Now…how about destroying this bed for sure…”

“I’m on it. But later we will talk about lying, doll.” Steve grunts snapping his hips against yours. “Now I’m going to make sure you can’t walk for a few days…”

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“Stop standing in front of my friend's room.” Natasha scolds hearing you moan Steve’s name.

“Shit, I haven’t had any for months, Nat. Let me get some inspiration.” Bucky mutters. “I need something for lonely nights.”

“Lonely nights, Barnes? Hm…follow me to my room…I’ll give you a helping hand…”

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Who is this Kid?

Crossdressing Fem!Reader Hamilton Insert

The Art of Deception

Description:

Ghosts aren’t meant to be seen, but Alexander had to play the white knight in an unknowingly controlled situation.

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Warnings: swearing, drinking mentions, death mentions, awkward make-out session (it’s not what you think im sorry)

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Notes:

> Masterlist

> Read from the beginning.

> “F/N” means fake name and “Y/N” means your real first name

> This is more of a drabble really, answering the financial issues mentioned from the prior chapter

> There’s going to be a sudden shift of third person to second person in a paragraph, so keep an eye for that

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Taglist (if u wanna be added do tell!)

@thebitchiestnerdtowalktheearth @cutie1365 @girlmadeofivory @i-honestly-dont-know-anymore @takemyhand-bitch @hamiltrashqueer

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“Another one?” a fleeting voice whispered.

“Yeah, his body was found floating in a river,” another responded.

“This is the what? Third body?”

“Has anyone caught the culprit?”

“No, but whoever he is, he’s only targeting the redcoats.”

Rumors continued to float around the air from one mouth to another’s ears. At first they paid no mind to it, but when the gossips started to circulate within the tavern walls, they couldn’t help but grow curious. Who in the right mind would be going around taking down redcoats within the British-infested streets of New York? Someone apparently, and the public had yet to find out who this ghost is, and why their actions started only two weeks ago, long before the ball.

“Think it could be one of us?” Lafayette inquired.

“Possibly. Know someone within your group who’d do that?” Alexander replied thoughtfully, turning to look at Hercules.

The four men kept their voices hushed. They sat outside the tavern instead of being usually inside, knowing how dangerous the information they’re discussing was. Hercules shook his head, taking a long swig of his beer. “I know there’s history of tar and feathering Loyalists, but I don’t think we’ve gone so far as to murder soldiers,” he answered quietly, knowing that Alexander was referring to the Sons of Liberty. “Dude, the ones in Boston burned a whole-ass office over a decade ago,” Alexander pointed out, drumming his fingers on the table. “Anyways, whoever this guy is, he’s being really smart, and is apparently on our side.”

A few beats passed. “Yo, John,” Alexander spoke up. “You good?” The called man blinked, glancing up from his drink. “Yeah, just don’t want to drink too much right now,” he stifled an awkward cough. “I don’t want an reenactment of what happened to me and F/N tonight.” The three rightfully laughed at his statement, being the witnesses of the mess the two of them became the night after the ball. Though his reasoning was partially true, he was personally troubled by something more.

When he woke up from his afternoon sleep the day he forced you to rest, he was only greeted with an empty house. Your clothes were gone from the clothesline where he left them to dry, and his own clothes that you borrowed were folded neatly at the guestroom’s bed, which was also fixed up. Any trace of your presence was gone, aside from the plate of dinner and a thank you note you left on his table before you left early evening. You had stolen away the papers and ink as well, but John didn’t mind that last bit, if it meant getting the chance of getting some contact with you.

A couple passed by, the girl giggling at whatever her drunken redcoat partner had said. Naturally, the guys shot the man heated glares, and they weren’t being subtle about it. The British soldier caught their looks, and just as his face contorted to that of fury, the woman pulled him away. She whispered something to him, her gloved hand over his ear, and the man’s lopsided grin appeared again. He snaked his arm around her waist, pulling her close and shying her away from the group’s view. As they walked away, Alexander threw out an insult at them.

The woman nearly froze at his voice, but she kept her composure and continued her pace. She turned her head, but before she could even get a view of the table the soldier leaned onto her, almost causing them to stumble. “You going to keep staring at them love or are we going to have a good time?” the man crooned, and it took all your will not to slap him across the face. Instead, you curled your mouth to a sultry smile, trailing your fingers up from his chest to his jaw.

“Excited, are we?”

“Mmm, very.”

Since you were now some distance away, the squad had already lost interest, except for John. It was dark out, so your features were barely visible, but he couldn’t help but stare to double check. He paid no attention to whatever topic his friends brought up, his straining his eyes to look at you deal with the heavily intoxicated enemy soldier. He watched as the man pulled you into the alleyway, and when you pushed some curled hair off to reveal your familiar eyes was then his assumptions were fully confirmed.

“Y/N...”

“Wait what?!”

John flinched, not realizing that he had said it out loud. He turned back to his friends, their eyes as wide as his, if not, bigger. “Laurens, did we hear you right?” Lafayette was the first to speak. “That it was Y/N who’s with the redcoat?” John stuttered, trying to find his words. He would’ve been immediately honest, but right now he had to cover you up. You established how much you were avoiding interaction with him and the other soldiers, but right now his slip-up was difficult to make an excuse out of.

“Wait, what if Y/N’s in trouble?” Alexander concluded.

Panic was strewn across John’s face. He was about to speak, but Alexander beat him to it. “She might be being held at gunpoint by that lobsterback! We have to help her!” Alexander declared, already standing up. “Wait, Alexander-!” Hercules tried to pull Alexander back to his seat, but Alexander dodged his hand and was stalking over to the alleyway where you disappeared. John was the first to chase him down, followed by Hercules, and then Lafayette.

“Alexander!”

The exclamation was all but a whisper when Hercules managed to pull the shorter man back before he could turn the corner, firmly clasping a hand over Alexander’s mouth to keep him from making too loud of a noise. He pressed his back against the wall, wrapping his other arm around Alexander so he wouldn’t thrash around too much for him to handle. John and Lafeyette followed suit, with Lafayette moving to the other building just behind an empty cart.

“Alex, I’m going to be real straight with you,” Hercules whispered to the man struggling in his hold, “if that girl really is Y/N, I don’t think she’d be going around with a British so openly without a reason. She might be in an undercover mission. Take it from me.”

Not waiting to interpret whatever Alexander said through his hand, Hercules peered into the alleyway. John was craning his neck in front of him, while Alexander tried to look from where he was. The night was already dark as it is, but with little to no light in the small space it was hard to make out what was happening there. Hercules squinted his eyes at the two figures moving in the darkness, trying to register what was happening. When he did though, he was only able to let out a tiny “oh” of surprise and distaste.

You were pinned to the wall, the drunken man peppering your lips and neck with the sloppiest kisses you could ever imagine. You could normally deal with that and the reeking scent of alcohol and tobacco lingering in men’s mouths and clothes, but the godforsaken dash of red draped around this soldier was reminding you endlessly of what kind of person you were making out with, and it was both a blessing and a curse as it helped you remember why you were doing this.

The soldier grazed his tongue over your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. You breathed out a no, earning a displeased noise reverberating from the man’s throat. He dug his nails painfully into your hips, making you squeak at the uncomfortable sensation. He took this opportunity and roughly shoved his tongue into your mouth, muffling whatever noise of protest you were going to make. You had to make a move now if you wanted to get out of this situation soon, and hopefully as discreetly as possible. Your hand reached over for the top of the crate to your right, trying to grab on the item sitting on top, but it was a shy inch away for you to comfortably reach for it.

Sighing internally, you tried to move a bit closer without being obvious, but just as you were about to get your fingers wrapped around the object, a series of yelps and screams caused you to miss your aim and instead pushed the object further away. The man parted away from you, and before he could process anything a hand reached out for him and pulled him back completely. His vice-like grip on you was released, and the next thing you knew there were more yelling.

“Get the fuck away from her!”

“What the hell?”

“The bloody fuck are you?!”

“Dude, stop!”

“You’re harassing her you shit!”

“Well aren’t you one nosy little fuck! This ain’t your business, gremlin.”

“What did you call me?!”

“What, you deaf as you are short?”

“Oh, you’re asking for it!”

“Alexander!”

Alexander was just about ready to swing a punch at the British soldier, but in the split second before his knuckles could make contact with the Brit’s nose, there was a loud wham that was immediately followed by the redcoat dropping to the ground. He stepped back, staring at the now unconscious man that remained unmoving by his feet. After a beat of silence, Hercules, John, and Lafayette finally went out from their hiding spots (though at this point hiding was useless as they’ve been screaming alongside Alexander), having watched the whole thing unfold.

“Are you stupid?”

You were panting as you leaned on the broken wooden railing that you’ve been trying to reach for earlier. You pushed your hair from your face slicked with sweat, careful not to push them above your head, as you glared disapprovingly at Alexander. The rest of the group went up behind him, awe and familiarity written all over their faces at the sight of you. “That man,” you pushed yourself up to wave the pole over to the body on the floor, “had a gun in his person-”

“I told you she was held at gunpoint!” Alexander interjected.

You stared at him with disbelief. “I—that wasn’t the point you dumb fuck!” you screeched, causing Alexander to flinch. Hercules whistled lowly at your cussing while Lafayette had a disapproving eyebrow raised. John remained silent, not really wanting to react outwardly at the moment. “First of all, I wasn’t helpless. I got the situation under control. Secondly, you tried to fistfight an armed man, and quite frankly I don’t want it to be your corpse I’m seeing floating down the river tonight, Hamilton,” you chided. Alexander gawked with slowly widening eyes, his mind already piecing everything together in that very moment.

“Wait a second,” he breathed. “The rumors, those were you?!”

You hummed nonchalantly, already bent down and rifling through the man’s coats. “Where the fuck is it,” you mumbled angrily, frantically searching for something in his pockets. Alexander took another step back, not really wanting to be within range if you decided to swing the pole again at someone. After a few moments, you pulled out a small pouch and a slightly wrinkled envelope.

“Whoo! This one’s loaded,” you chirped, weighing the pouch in one hand.

You stood up, opening the pouch to reveal that it was filled with coins. You threw a few pence at Hercules, who fumbled to catch it in surprise at your actions. “Your next round’s on me,” you announced with a wink at him. You stepped over the body to Alexander, who nearly stepped back again as you had the piece of railing in your hand once more. You pressed the letter to his chest, and he instinctively placed a hand over it to keep it from falling.

“The General might find this useful, but keep me anonymous and we won’t have a problem.”

Having stepped a bit out of the alleyway, one could notice that there was a light layer of makeup covering your face. Your lipstick was now smeared across one side of your cheek, but none of the boys had the courage to point it out. “Do we have an agreement, Hamilton?” you hummed impatiently. You still had your own hand on the letter, ready to rip it from the man’s grasp if he ever declines.

“Y-yeah...” Alexander cleared his throat. “I mean, yes, of course.”

You nodded approvingly, pulling away from him. “I suppose we don’t need any reintroductions,” you said decisively, glancing over to everyone. They already saw how you looked at the ball, so you did your best to mimic that look every time you went out in a dress.

You looked back at Alexander. “Hamilton,” you murmured with a nod. “Mulligan.” You turned to Hercules, who gave a slow, confirming nod. “Lafayette.” You couldn’t help but smirk just by a fraction when the said man lit up at your recognition of him. Last was John, and unlike the first three, your gaze stayed. Your eyes met, and the worries that the man held shone through despite the darkness. And yet, it was a second too long for the others not to grow suspicious of your silence.

“Laurens,” you finally said.

You picked yourself up much faster than John, facing the rest the second you composed yourself. “Took me a bit to remember,” you lied smoothly, and hadn’t John known your real reason for your lingering gaze he would’ve believed you as well. You turned around, looking down at the still unconscious redcoat. “I suppose this one can live,” you mused quietly. You wordlessly dragged the body over to the crate, ignoring the questioning stares behind you.

You propped the man so that he sat slouching over the crate. You tipped his hat over his eyes, then taking the flask you found clipped to his belt. You took a sip first before pouring some on the floor, making a crooked trail that made its way to the redcoat’s boots and pants then finally ending it near his hand. You placed the flask in his hand, keeping it uncapped and tilted so that there was a bit of liquor dripping to the floor. You stepped back, careful with your dress to make sure it didn’t dip onto the spilled alcohol.

You hummed thoughtfully, eyeing the scene that you made. “Does he look like a passed-out drunk?” you inquired casually, turning your head to the guys. Surprisingly, they were silent the entire time you were doing this. “I’m sure flasks don’t spill as much like that, but other than that I think you got what you wanted,” Alexander answered readily. You hummed again, thanking him for his input.

“So... this is what you do? Seduce British men and murder them in cold blood within the dark of the night?” Alexander then followed up.

“Only the ones with information.”

You glanced down at the pouch that you looted from the body. “It pays nicely, too,” you humored, tossing the bag once. “How are you getting away with all this?” John was the next to ask. He was genuinely curious, and it seemed like it was a mutual question for everyone. You glanced at him, then to the others. “Do you really think people would assume someone that could be compared to a harlot would be capable enough of doing these things?” you asked rhetorically. You eyed them, scanning for their reactions, then huffing when they didn’t respond.

“Yeah, I thought so.”

You picked up the railing that had been lying on the ground, dragging it back to the top of the crate. “Now, it’s best for everyone to move along,” you advised. You looked at Alexander, your eyes narrowing to a glare. “I’m trying to stay hidden, and talking to you four is the exact opposite of it.” Alexander looked like he was overly offended, picking up the fact that you were glaring right at him. “Hold on, why are you angry at just me?” he hissed.

“You, monsieur, nearly ruined my mission, that’s why!”

You heard a quiet “I told you so” that was covered by a cough, and you could only assume it was from Hercules based on how Alexander glared at the other man. “Regardless, the next time you see me, day or night, don’t even dare to approach me without a good reason,” you warned, walking away. The four men watched you head to the other street, with Lafayette noticing the stains that lined the bottom of your skirt like a mundane decoration in place of the laces or ribbons. It was riddled with dirt, blood, and whatever else it could’ve picked up along your way.

“Mademoiselle.”

Everyone moved to face Lafayette. The Frenchman shuffled uncomfortably, having realized that he called you before he could reconsider his choice, or what to say next. “Would you like a new dress sewn?” he offered almost shyly. You furrowed your eyebrows at his sudden offer, consciously looking down at your seemingly fine outfit before going back to him. “What’s wrong with my dress now?” you asked, biting back the aggressive tone that almost slipped out of your tongue.

“Nothing, ange! It’s just that, it would appear that you’ve worn that for quite a while now... and I thought... maybe you’d need another one.”

Now he wasn’t exactly wrong, considering that you packed lightly. You bit your lip, contemplating on the risks. “You’re paying for the tailor?” you assumed, looking at Hercules knowingly. Lafayette seemed to catch your gaze and followed it. “Of course! This tailleur will take good care of you!” he assured, slinging an arm over Hercules. You smiled, the first genuine one that night, but it quickly disappeared when your eyes trailed over to John. The freckled man helplessly shrugged, leaving the choice entirely up to you.

I did say I’d agree to even a bit of help... you thought.

“Okay, then.”

You turned around again, hiding the smile creeping to your face. “I’ll be at the shop at one in the afternoon in two days,” you told them loud enough to hear. You walked away, hearing their voices call after you. “Do you even know where the shop is?” Hercules asked worriedly. You snickered, waving a hand over your shoulder.

“I know enough about all of you as much as you know nothing of me.”

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And you weren’t lying about that. Two days later, you found yourself in front of a familiar tailor shop a minute before one. You moved your hand up, hesitating to open the oak wood door painted in a relaxing deep blue. You took a deep sigh to calm yourself, wanting to get the measurements done as quickly as possible. I can do this, you mentally chanted, pushing the door open.

The shopkeeper’s bell chimed happily above, and the person sitting on the reception table lowered the newspaper to reveal that he was Hercules. He grinned widely, his bored expression dissolving almost instantly at the sight of you. “Y/N! Nice to see you again,” he greeted cheerily, moving around the table to meet you. You smiled just as warmly, stretching a hand out for a handshake, but to your surprise Hercules went to kiss your knuckles. It was then you had to remind yourself who you presented yourself as.

“Always a pleasure to grace your presence with my own,” you teased.

Hercules laughed, letting go of your hand. “Confident, couldn’t expect less from you,” he shot back humorously, and you giggled. After hanging your coat, he led you to the dressing room, which was a lot larger than you anticipated, where he instructed you to take your dress and scarf off while he left to get some things to get your measurements. You were left with only your shifts and corset. You stared at the mirror on the wall, tracing the toned muscles of your arms.

“Okay, I’m back...”

You looked over your shoulder through the mirror and saw Hercules gaping at you. “So, do you gawk at every female customer you have to measure or am I just that special?” you sassed after a few seconds of standing still. You watched Hercules awkwardly shake himself awake, the paranoia building up inside you. Despite your remark, deep down you felt a little insecure and vulnerable. Being physically exposed made you feel like you were emotionally exposed as well, and it didn’t put you in any form of ease.

“I-I, sorry. It’s just that...” Hercules coughed embarrassedly. “Well, at least I know that the guy from two nights ago wouldn’t have been awake ‘til morning after you knocked him out.”

You chuckled. “Thanks, I guess,” you sighed. Hercules began to take your measurements, his awkwardness dissipating as he now focused on making sure he got everything right. He made no snarky comment on your muscled body, and for that you were thankful. He didn’t at all speak about it until he was now measuring your arms for the sleeves.

“Do you want me to keep the sleeves loose?” he asked.

You blinked, your unreadable gaze meeting his expecting one. “That would be nice,” you mumbled bleakly. Hercules nodded wordlessly, jotting something down on his papers before resuming. The measuring continued in silence until Hercules spoke up again.

“I might be intruding with this, but I’ve taken plenty of people’s measurements enough to understand if someone’s conscious of their body or not, and I think it’s safe to say you’re one of them.”

You looked at Hercules again. “Imagine my shock when I saw how muscular you are, and don’t get me wrong, it was a pleasant surprise,” he began. “I’m pretty sure you can clock someone in the face without staggering, and that’s really cool.” You couldn’t help but smile a bit at his enthusiasm. “But it’s making you insecure. Why?”

“It... doesn’t make me very lady-looking.”

You inhaled sharply, expecting Hercules to laugh loudly at your pathetic reasoning. Instead, he nodded understandingly. “Well, it doesn’t hinder you from having every lobsterback you come across wrapped around your fingers, and the events from the other night proved that quite well.” he noted quietly, writing something down on his paper. “Perhaps, but sometimes I can’t help it,” you admitted. “I may’ve gotten their attention, but between you and me I never really let my mission come any close to being bed by them.” Hercules hummed thoughtfully.

“Well, it’s my job to make you pretty dresses, and I’ll make sure my designs will compensate for what you think you lack,” he assured. “Though, in my own opinion, I think you look perfect, Y/N.”

You glanced at him, smirking slightly. “I’m flattered, Herc,” you muttered, placing a hand over your chest with an exaggerated look to hide the fact that you were actually moved with his encouragement. Hercules rolled his eyes, picking up his things. “Now I feel like you said that just to milk more compliments out of me,” he mused jokingly, ducking out of the dressing room. You huffed, picking up your dress you kept on a stool. “Even if I did, I wasn’t the one that brought the topic up,” you shot back.

“Fair point,” Hercules agreed, “but I’m serious about what I said. If someone says otherwise, just punch them in the face.”

“I might seriously consider that if I wasn’t keeping a low profile,” you hummed as you put your dress back on.

You could hear Hercules’ laugh coming from somewhere in the shop. after getting fully dressed, you checked to make sure your makeup was still intact before framing your face with some of your hair and wrapping your neck with your scarf. When you exited the dressing room, Hercules was about to pass by you. He casually pinched your cheek before heading back to the front desk, and you growled at his action.

“What was that for?!” you hissed.

“No reason,” Hecules replied cheekily.

You glared at him, returning to the front to get your coat from the rack. “I’d love to keep you here and talk, but considering the circumstances it’d best you leave soon,” Hercules pointed out. You nodded in agreement, looking over to the snow-covered streets outside. You knew about his current job past being just a tailor's apprentice, and quite frankly it wasn't safe to talk about it at all. When did you get the time to know about his status as a spy? You knew about it because John told you about it, and Hercules must've understood that you could be trusted enough.

You strode over to Hercules, pulling a small envelope and sliding it over the desk. Hercules was quick to snatch the envelope, tucking it under the books stacked on the table without looking even the tiniest bit tense.

“Some information, and a request with my dress if you don’t mind that,” you whispered.

Hercules nodded, a store clerk smile etched to his face. “You can come back for one of your dresses in a week,” he informed. “There’s an unclaimed dress that would suit you well, I just need to adjust it.” You nodded and turned to leave, but then faced him again.

“Dresses?” you repeated.

“Yep!” Hercules confirmed. “Lafayette paid me to make you three, and I’ll be damned by my mentor if we didn’t take that order,” explained. You opened your mouth to protest with it, but Hercules spoke again before you could. “All’s paid in full, and we have a strict no refund policy here.” You glared at him disbelievingly, but he merely shrugged.

“I smell bullshit, Herc.”

“Must be the cattle farm a few blocks away.”

“You boys are unbelievable.”

“That’s how we are, doll. I thought you’d be used to it by now.”

Hercules winked, picking up the newspaper that he was reading earlier ago. “Now, let’s move along,” he sang, mimicking your words from before. “Yeah, we should,” you agreed with the same mocking tone. You pulled the door open, the cold air forcing itself into the warm place as the bell rung softly. You glanced over your shoulder, noting that Hercules was back to the position you saw him when you first entered the place.

You wondered what would happen in the next few days, hopefully nothing too eventful.

#hamilton #hamilton musical #hamilton fanfic #hamilton fanfiction #hamilton reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #reader insert #alexander hamilton #john laurens #hercules mulligan #lafayette #aaron burr #who is this kid #they said the irl laf was an awkward person so heh #i had this going on another direction wherein the reader knocks everyone out except for john after conversing #john screaming at what the fuck just happened and reader just casually responds with #yeah i know yall gonna talk about me this evening #so imma just knock them all out except u cause i need help getting them home #john: y/n what the fuck #this is also the point that john realizes that reader is as chaotic as them #there is no real mediator in the group and you're just another chaotic person added into the fray #like fuck outta there with the systematic sexism expecting y/n to be the mediator cause she's a girl

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Stark Spangled Banner Ch 37: Fourteen Million, Six Hundred and Five...

Intro: The World’s Mightiest heroes are scattered across the universe: Steve leads his team into battle alongside T’Challa in Wakanda, Thor, Rocket and Groot arrive on Nidavellir and Tony, Strange and Spiderman head to Titan where they encounter the remaining Guardians and form a plan to take down Thanos on his home planet.

But, as the saying goes...united we stand, divided we fall...

Warnings: Bad Language words.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC Katie Stark

Stark Spangled Banner Masterlist

Oh how Thor missed his hammer! How had it all gone so terribly wrong? He’d left Earth and his friends 3 years ago to go hunting those stones and had failed, miserably. Now his Father was dead, his brother was dead, Heimdel was dead, half his people were dead, his home planet was gone, he only had one eye...and if he didn’t stop Thanos then his friends on Earth weren’t going to fare much better than the ones on Asgard had.

"So, dead brother, huh?" Thor looked up to see the rabbit was stood a few feet away, pressing buttons on a screen "Yeah that can be annoying."

“Well, he's been dead before," Thor huffed, "But this time, I think it really might be true."

"And you said that your sister and your dad?"

"Both dead."

"You guys still got a mom, though?" The Rabbit pressed

"Killed by a dark elf."

"Best friend?"

"Stabbed through the heart." Thor answered softly.

"And you sure you're up for this particular murder mission?" Rocket asked, frowning slightly.

"Absolutely!" Thor forced a smile, as he looked at the animal "Rage and vengeance, anger, loss, regret. They're all tremendous motivators. They really clear the mind. So I’m err, good to go.” he said, making a fist and smiling slightly.

"Yeah, but this is Thanos we're talking about he's the toughest there is."

"Well, he's never fought me." Thor deadpanned.

"Yeah, he has." Rocket shrugged, and Thor took a deep breath.

"Well, he's never fought me twice. And I'll be getting a new hammer, don't forget."

"Well, it'd better be some hammer."

"You know, I'm fifteen hundred years old," Thor began, looking at nothing in particular as he pondered over things. "I've killed twice as many enemies and every enemy I have faced would have rather killed me, but none succeeded. I am only still alive because fate wants me to be." At that he paused and couldn’t help but smile at a conversation he had had with the Captain about fate bringing him and Little Stark together. The Captain didn’t believe in fate, but he did. "Thanos is just the latest in a long line of bastards, and he'll be the latest to feel my vengeance.” Thor nodded firmly as he concluded “Fate wills it so."

"Mhm", Rocket hummed hesitating, but he knew he had to ask, "And what if you're wrong?"

"Well if I'm wrong, what else could I lose?" Thor sniffed, and wiped at the tear that had escaped from his eye before he headed to the front of the pod to take a seat.

"Well, if fate does want you to kill that crapsack, you're gonna need more than one stupid eyeball." Rocket said, holding out his hand as he headed to the seat in front of Thor.

"What's this?" Thor frowned, eyeing the object that the rabbit had given him.

"What's it look like? Some jerk lost a bet with me in Contraxia."

"He gave you his eye in return?" Thor frowned.

"No, he gave me 100 credits. I snuck into his room later that night and stole his eye."

"Thank you, sweet rabbit," Thor smiled, pulling the patch off of his left eye to push the eyeball into the socket.

Rocket grimaced "I would've washed that. The only way I could sneak it off Contraxia was up my-" He was cut off as an alarm started, "Hey we're here."

Thor frowned as he stood up to get a closer look out of the front of the pod. "I don't think this thing works," he said slapping at the side of his head, his new eye spinning in the socket "Everything seems dark."

"That's not the eye." Rocket said.

They docked and slowly made their way off the pod and carefully made their walked across the dark terrain of the planet.

"I hope these dwarves are better at forging than they are at cleaning," Rocket looked around at the junk that lay all over the place. “Maybe they realized they live in a junk pile in the middle of space."

"The forge hasn't gone dark in centuries." Thor said as he looked around, something was very, very wrong.

"You said Thanos had a gauntlet, right?" Rocket stopped walking.

"Yes. Why?" Thor asked, searching the sky. For what he didn’t know.

"Did it look anything like that?"

He looked over to where Rocket was pointing and his blood ran cold as he saw, sitting upon one of the stone tables, a mould for the gauntlet Thanos was wearing when he attacked his ship. Suddenly, realisation washed over him.

Thanos had been here..and that wasn’t good. At all. In fact it was about as far from good as anything could be.

"I am Groot?"

"Go back to the pod," Thor commanded before something struck him hard and he went flying through the air as Rocket and Groot scattered in the opposite direction.

Thor pushed himself up, and turning round he saw the large mass coming towards him. Scrambling backwards he fell back against something hard and held his hands up, palms open in a placating manner.

"Eitri, wait!" he called loudly "Stop! It’s me!”

"Thor?" The Dwarf paused, fist still raised as Thor gave a node. “Is that you?”

There was a pause and the Dwarf dropped his hand slightly. Thor swallowed and looked up at him, taking a deep breath. "What happened here?" The god asked.

"You were supposed to protect us!" the Dwarf cried, his voice cracking "Asgard was supposed to protect us!"

"Asgard is destroyed," Thor choked out, getting to his feet. He pointed to the gauntlet on the table. "Eitri the glove, what did you do?"

Eitri let out a shuddering breath as he stumbling over to a wall and fell heavily upon it, sliding down to the floor, "300 dwarves lived on this ring. I thought if I did what he asked, they'd be safe. I made what he wanted. A device capable of harnessing the power of the stones. And he killed everyone anyway. All except me. 'Your life is yours,' he said. 'But your hands...your hands are mine alone.'" with that the dwarf raised both his hands and Thor felt his eyes widen as he saw they were covered in in metal from the forge.

Thor paused, but then he shook his head. No, this wouldn’t do. He needed a new hammer. There had to be a way.

“Even in the word can’t there’s the word can…” Little Stark’s voice echoed in his head, a line he had heard her say once to Barton just before the archer had thrown a pop tart at her head…man he would kill for a pop tart right now.

But no, she was right. He wasn’t giving up

"Eitri, this isn't about your hands," Thor said shaking his head, "Every weapon you've ever designed, every axe, hammer, sword it's all inside your head. Now I know it feels like all hope is lost. Trust me, I know. But together, we can kill Thanos."

***** Tony, Peter and Dr Strange had arrived on Titan. But they were greeted with a not-so-welcoming party. After a bit of a struggle, Tony had some blue faced dude on his back, repulsor raised whilst one of the other guys had Peter in a headlock, gun pointed at his head. As they faced off against each other, the man pointing the gun at Peter spoke.

“Alright, everybody, stay where you are... chill the eff out.” and his helmet disappeared to reveal a dark haired man, his eyes darted across the three of them. “I'm gonna ask you this one time. Where's Gamora?” What the fuck? Tony gave a groan of exasperation as he removed his helmet and looked at the man. “Yeah, I'll do you one better. Who's Gamora?” “I'll do you one better!” The man under Tony’s foot spoke “Why is Gamora?!”

”Tell me where the girl is, or I swear to you, I'm gonna French-fry this little freak.” the man tightened his hand on Peter and Tony felt his temper snap.

“Let's do it! You shoot my guy, I blast him. Let's go!” he said, extended his nano-tech cannon and pointing it straight at the guys face.

“Do it, Quill! I can take it” The man snarled at him.

Jesus Christ it was like arguing with Rogers.

“No, he can't take it!” The woman with the strange antennae insisted.

“She's right. You can't” Dr Strange but in, completely deadpan, his tone bored.

“Oh yeah? You don't wanna tell me where she is? That's fine. I'll kill all three of you and beat it out of Thanos myself.” The man they now knew to be Quill said, turning to Peter “Starting with you.”

“Wait, what. Thanos?” Before Tony could say anything, Strange beat him to it Alright, let me ask you this one time: What master do you serve?”

”What master do I serve?” Quill looked at him, sarcasm dripping from his voice and body language “What am I supposed to say? "Jesus"?”

“You're from Earth?” Tony said, looking at him, suddenly cottoning on.

“I'm not from Earth. I'm from Missouri”

“Yeah, that's on Earth, dip-shit.” Tony spat, with the tone of someone talking to a very, very stupid person, which in all fairness he appeared to be doing “What are you hassling us for?”

“So, you're not with Thanos?” Parker spoke for the first time.

“WITH Thanos?!” Quill scoffed indignantly “No, I'm here to kill Thanos! He took my girl. Wait... who are you?”

“We're the Avengers, man.” Parker said, removing his helmet and mask.

“Oh” Quill said, relaxing his hold a little.

“You're the ones Thor told us about!” the bug looking woman exclaimed excitedly.

“You know Thor!?” Tony whipped round to face her, barely keeping the excitement out of his voice. They could use Point Break, man could they use him...

“Yeah. Tall guy, not that good-looking,” Quill said as Parker gave him an incredulous look, “needed saving.”

Dr Strange paused before he asked the question Tony was dying to know the answer to “Where is he now?”

“Took my pod, my food, my rucksack and went off to find a new hammer or something else to kill Thanos with.” Quill shrugged as he released Parker completely. Dr Strange and Tony exchanged a crestfallen look. It didn’t appear like they were going to get any help from Thor where they were but maybe, just maybe, the rest of the Avengers would.

As they were now allies of sorts, the group all introduced themselves properly and Quill began to walk around the ground, holding out some kind of scanner, or spirit measure, Tony wasn’t sure which.

“What the heck happened to this planet? It's eight degrees off its axis.” he muttered “Gravitational pull is all over the place” In the background Mantis was jumping up and down, floating higher than she should have been able to.

“Yeah, we got one advantage. He's coming to us. We'll use it.” Tony said, as the idea formed in his mind. “All right, I have a plan” he said, looking round at the group “ Or at least the beginnings of one. It's pretty simple. We draw him in, pin him down, get what we need. Definitely don't wanna dance with this guy. We just want the gauntlet.”

At that Drax gave a loud yawn and Tony glared at him.

“Are you yawning? In the middle of this, while I'm breaking it down? Huh? Did you hear what I said?”

“I stopped listening after you said, "We need a plan." Drax shrugged honestly

“Okay, Mr. Clean is on his own page.” Tony looked at Quill for help.

“See, "not winging it" isn't really what they do” Quill said, almost apologetically.

“Uh, what exactly is it that they do?” Parker asked.

“Kick names, take ass.” Mantis replied with all the ferocity of an eight week old kitten.

“Yeah, that's right” Drax nodded as he settled into a stance, facing the remaining Avengers.

Right there Tony took it all back. This was nothing like trying to deal with Rogers. Cap was smart, Cap would listen, Cap would get them to listen too. As Tony paused, for the first time in ages actually wishing Rogers was in front of him, an expression of deep hopelessness crossed his face before he spoke again “Alright, just get over here, please. Mr. Lord, can you get your folks to circle up?”

"Mr. Lord..Star-Lord is fine.” Quill motioned to Drax and Mantis to come and listen.

“We gotta coalesce.” Tony tried again in a softer voice. “ 'Cause if all we come at him with is a plucky attitude...”

“Dude, don't call us plucky. We don't know what it means.” Quill shook his head, “Alright, we're optimistic, yes. I like your plan. Except it sucks, so let me do the plan, and that way it might be really good.”

“Tell him about the dance-off to save the universe.” Drax interjected.

“What dance-off?” Tony frowned.

“It’s not a... it's not... it's nothing” Quill shook his head.

“Like in Footloose, the movie?” Parker interjected.

“Exactly like Footloose!” Quill looked at him excitedly “Is it still the greatest movie in history?

“It never was.”

“Don't encourage this, alright?” Tony rounded on the kid as Quill wore an expression that looked like the wind had been completely sucked out of his sails. “We're getting no help from Flash Gordon here”.

“Flash Gordon? By the way, that's a compliment. Don't forget, I'm half human” Quill pointed at Tony and Peter “So that 50% of me that's stupid? That's 100% you.”

“Your math is blowing my mind” Tony deadpanned.

“Excuse me, but...” Mantis spoke, and Tony looked at her, before his attention was taken by Strange and he frowned again. “Does your friend often do that?

The Wizard was sitting cross-legged, floating slightly above the ground, his hands poised in a mystic gesture with the Time Stone glowing brightly in the pendant round his neck. Green vapour like energy swirled around him, his cloak billowing behind, as if caught on a breeze. His head was jerking rapidly from side to side, the motion blurring, but almost like he was looking for something.

Tony stepped towards him “Strange! We alright?”

Suddenly Strange snapped out of his trance and fell forward, letting out a cry. Tony gently caught him.

“You're back. You're alright”

“Hey, what was that?” Parker asked.

“I went forward in time to view alternate futures.” Strange said, panting slightly as he caught his breath “To see all the possible outcomes of the coming conflict.

“How many did you see?” Quill asked

“Fourteen million, six hundred and five…”

Tony wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to the next question, but he asked it anyway. “How many did we win?

There was a pregnant pause as Dr Strange stared intently at him for a moment before he took a deep breath and looked Tony straight in the eyes. “One.”

*****

"How are we looking, Bruce?" Natasha said into the coms device glancing back over her shoulder, prompting Katie to do the same, where she could see the Bruce running behind the hovercrafts in the giant hulk buster suit. He’d been unable to get the Hulk to come out, so this was the next best thing.

"Yeah, I think I'm getting the hang of it," Bruce responded sounding excited, "It's so amazing! Man it's like being the Hulk without actually..." he was cut off as he tripped over a piece of rock jutting out of the ground and crashed to the floor. Katie sighed and turned her attention back out across the vast Wakandan land.

"I'm ok. I'm ok!"

"Steve," she said, catching her husband’s attention. He turned to look at her over his shoulder, but she found she didn’t really know what she wanted to say. Katie was worried, scared, underprepared…

"I know.” Steve responded with a soft voice, reaching round to pull her to him, his left arm over her shoulder, trying to lend her some comfort as they continued their journey, the wind whipping their hair as they sped across the plains.

Eventually the hovercrafts began to slow then came to a stop, the Wakandan warriors easily jumping off the side of the craft and falling into line.

"Alright I've got two heat signatures breaking through the treeline." Rhodey informed from high above as they all jumped down onto the grass. T'Challa in his panther suit led them toward the centremost group where the Wakandans had started up a war chant.

"Thank you for standing with us," he spoke to a large man dressed in furs getting his own block ready for battle. The man said something in their language shaking T'Challa's hand, before the king looked back at the barrier and the ships surrounding it. He looked at Steve who nodded. Katie took a deep breath and pressed the star on her bangle. The nano-particles spread up her arm, across her chest and down, encasing her completely. Steve’s eyebrow raised at the action, a smile tugging on his lips. That was pretty impressive and the suit…well, it looked pretty damned good too.

“So that’s new.” he quipped, a sideways smile spreading across his face and she shrugged.

“Nano-tech, apparently” Katie engaged her helmet and began running her scanners “I can’t get a lock on what’s in those ships though.”

“Well, let’s go find out.” Steve said gently and along with Natasha and T’Challa they headed to the edge of the dome. The tall, blue haired woman they had grappled with in Edinburgh was there with a huge beast they hadn’t seen before, one of the ones that had attacked New York. As they watched she drew her sword across the dome which fizzled as she tested the strength, cocking her head to the side.

“Where's your other friend?” Katie asked her and Steve almost rolled his eyes at her deliberate dig. The woman glared at her.

“You will pay for his life with yours. Thanos will have that stone.”

“That's not gonna happen.” Steve’s voice soft as he spoke, not a threat as such, simply a statement as he raised his chin and looked her straight in the face.

T’Challa, however, was much more aggressive as he spoke and Katie looked at him, surprised by the normally mild mannered man’s fierce tone.

“You are in Wakanda now.” he glared at her “Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood.”

“We have blood to spare” The Woman spoke simply. She brandished her sword with a snarl and as they watched the ships behind her started raising their outer hulls.

Knowing that was about as much a conversation as they were getting, and as much of one as he wanted, Steve gestured with his head and the four of them made their way back. Steve made sure Katie and Natasha were in front of him, just in case, and every so often he threw a glance over his shoulder as the ships continued to open.

"They surrender?" Bucky asked as Steve took up his place at his best friend’s side, Katie falling in line to Steve’s right.

"Not exactly." Steve huffed.

Katie glanced round Steve over to Bucky and nodded to the gun in his hand “Sure you can handle that, sweetheart?”

Steve let out a snort and his mouth curved into a grin as he recalled Bucky saying the same thing to her 2 years previously. Bucky gave a bark of a laugh and winked at Katie who raised an eyebrow, smirking. Then the three of them turned their attention back to the edge of the dome and as they watched, a horde of what looked like mutated dogs rushed through the trees and foliage, heading straight for the barrier.

T'Challa began to chant with his army, repeating it loudly as the blue horned woman thrust her sword down and the creatures rushed forward smashing themselves into the barrier without care.

"What the hell?" Bucky muttered watching the creatures try to force themselves in but through the barrier, but every limb and body part that passed through the dome ended up being cut off.

"Looks like we pissed her off." Katie pointed out.

“Just a little.” Nat added, turning her head to look at her.

Steve remained still, observing, sizing up his opponent as ever. Some of the creatures managed to get some of their body wedged through before they were cut in half.

"They're killing themselves," Okoye breathed in shock as the creatures carried on.

The front line of the blocks of warriors quickly raised their shields when they noticed a small handful of the creatures had actually managed to get through, their badly burnt bodies cantering across the plains towards them. With a command from T'Challa the army began firing weapons at a few that drew near.

Katie engaged her helmet and with a quick nod at Steve launched herself into the air and flew alongside Sam, twirling as she went. It felt good to be up there again, fully suited after so long. The two of them began to work in tandem, dropping missiles and bombs at the stragglers.

"You see the teeth on those things?!" Sam’s astonished voice said

"Alright, Kiddo, let’ s go. Back up, Sammy," Rhodey warned, as he flew along the edge of the dome, dropping more bombs on the creatures that were still partially getting through, "You'll get your wings singed."

Katie surged forward, taking the opposite side of the dome, engaging her shoulder cannons blasting away the ones underneath but then FRIDAY locked onto some of the creatures on either end of the swarm who had begun to make their way further from the main pile running along the outside of the barrier that circled the city.

"They're spreading out!" she called in warning.

"Cap, if these things circle the perimeter and get in behind us," Bruce echoed, "There's nothing between them and Vision."

"Then we better keep them in front of us," Steve responded calmly, his gaze not once faltering as he simply watched the edge of the dome.

"How do we do that?" Okoye scoffed.

"We open the barrier," T’Challa said with resolve. Steve turned to look at him, taking a deep breath. "On my signal, open Northwest Section 17."

“Requesting confirmation my king…you said open the barrier?”

"On my signal." He said again, issuing instructions.

Steve lifted his arms, engaging the shields that T’Challa had given him, as Sam and Katie continued to circle high up, shooting a few more strays before they flew over the assembled troops, hovering and waiting for the command.

T’Challa stepped forward before the armies, crossing his arms before his chest, "Wakanda forever!" he cried out.

"Wakanda forever!" was the answering shout from his people before they all took off running for the barrier.

"NOW!" T'Challa shouted into his communicator, and a small portion of the barrier opened, allowing the creatures to spill in.

Black Panther and Steve began to forge ahead of the running army at super speed, the two of them sprinting in unison. As they reached a shallow stream they both launched themselves up and over, propelling themselves at the creatures and from there the battle was on.

Katie was swooping, shooting, diving, looping, taking out as many of the creatures as she could. The weapons upgrades Tony had made were amazing. She had the ability to turn her gauntlet into a sword of sorts, she had a shield, guns…you name it and FRIDAY was on hand to remind her exactly what she had and automatically use them when needed. All in all, it was the best Supernova suit her brother had ever developed, and she felt hopeful that his latest Iron Man one would be good enough to keep him safe wherever he was.

Steve, meanwhile, was hammering the pointed end of his shield into any of the creatures that came near enough. Bucky was gunning any down that came towards him, the Wakandan Warriors were using their spears and guns… the animals weren’t hard to take down, a decent shot to the head did it, but they were persistent and there was so damned many of them.

"How much longer, Shuri?" T'Challa’s voice rang in Steve’s ear as he kicked another one of the animals straight in the mouth sending it flying.

"We've barely begun, brother," was the response.

"You might want to pick up the pace!" he said urgently

“Please do…” Steve found himself muttering as he pounded another.

*****

Thor had managed to get the Forge started again, using the pod and a large rope to pull the stuck rings into a spin, but then the iris had snapped, leaving nothing for it, but him to open it himself.

“Allfathers, give me strength” he mumbled as he rolled his shoulders preparing to grab either side of the iris.

“You understand, boy?” Eitri said, warning him “You're about to take the full force of a star. It'll kill you.”

“Only if I die.” Thor cracked his neck as he took a deep breath. He had to survive, fate willed it, he was going to kill Thanos.

”Yes. That's what... "killing you" means.” Eitri frowned, utterly boggled at Thor’s words.

Thor pulled down on the two levers, bringing them towards him and the iris began to open. The stream of pure stellar energy blasted past him and into the forge once more. Thor grit his teeth as the force of the full blast of the star burned through him, like nothing he had ever felt before.

“Hold it! Hold it, Thor!”

The metal ingots began to melt and Thor let out a yell as he felt his skin burning, until he could hold it no more and his grip slipped. He fell down into the forge, bouncing limply off a structure and landing on the floor, harshly as Rocket, who had followed in the pod, grimaced. The thud Thor’s body made as it landed was was enough to make Groot look up from his game.

“Thor! Say something. Come on. Thor, you okay?” Rocket asked, looking at the God who looked as far from okay as you could get.

Eitri was clumsily and urgently pulling the mould, which was still glowing red hot onto the floor and broke it loose from the frame, punching it with his metal fists to free the axe head.

“I think he's dying!” Rocket said, looking up urgently for help

“He needs the axe!” Eitri said, frantically “Where's the handle? Tree, help me find the handle!”

As the two sides of the axe head lay glowing on the floor, Groot looked sadly at Thor as Eitri was desperately looking for the handle. Then, realising he could help, the tree scowled with determination and stood, extending his fingers towards Stormbreaker, growing them at extraordinary speed. As he twined them around the two parts, he cried out at the burning pain but didn’t hesitate, slamming them together and locking them permanently into one structure by winding the growing vines around them. He raised it high above his head and with a mighty cry chopped his extended arm with the other hand to sever it.

Thor lay motionless, but then his fingers twitched, and the new weapon levitated in a crackle of lightning echoed by the sparks between the God’s fingers…

***** Katie had no idea how many of the dog like animals she shot, or how long they had been at it. As she glanced around she spotted Steve was locked in combat with four of them, smashing into them with his shields, his face contorted in anger and concentration. She shot a ray taking off a few to try and give him a reprieve, but even more appeared and then something collided with her, taking her down to the ground with a crash. As she went to get up she was suddenly swamped. FRIDAY engaged the shield and it kept the most of them from gnashing at her with their ridiculously long teeth, but the sheer volume was preventing her from getting up. Shooting her thrusters she managed to take another few out, but the weight of them meant she merely moved herself backwards along the ground, she could get no height at all.

"There's too many of them." Bruce yelled into the coms echoing what everyone was already feeling. Steve was now that surrounded he could do nothing now but shield his face and lash out with his legs.

Katie shot again at the ones on top of her, but it was no good.

“FRIDAY…we got anything in this arsenal.” she yelled desperately.

A yell came from Bruce just as the AI answered. “I can super charge the cannon… but it will leave your weapons at 50% capacity…”

Before Katie could respond there was another loud whoosh and blast but this one was different and oddly familiar. Through the gaps the animals left she could just see a huge flash of flowing light, that was punctuated by a bright spectrum and then the animals that had been on top of Katie were gone as something flew around, knocking them off, leaving them dead on the ground, their bodies writhing under the shock of blue lighting.

She lay still for a moment, her chest heaving before she sat up, her helmet sliding away as she looked round with a smile, because she knew there was only one possible person who could do such a thing.

Steve found himself free and sat up, just in time to hear Banner laughing "Oh, you guys are so screwed now!" and he heard Katie’s loud exclamation of glee as the weapon, a huge axe, flew back to its owner. The beam of light in the middle of the field dissipated to reveal Thor, and rather randomly a Raccoon with a gun, and a tree creature standing by his side.

Katie landed softly beside Steve and she pulled him to his feet, her eyes shining with emotion before the pair of them spun to watch as Thor took one glance around the battlefield steely determination in his eyes as he turned his focus to where two of Thanos' warriors were.

"Bring me Thanos!" he demanded as he ran forward, slamming his axe against one of the nearest creatures, sending it flying away.

Katie looked at Steve again, both of them sharing as somewhat more hopeful glance, before they turned their attention back to the fight.

*****

Thanos had arrived on Titan, and boy was he a force to be reckoned with. He was huge, and even without the stones Tony had a feeling he would have been impossible to beat. Nevertheless, they had banded together, putting the plan into action, and had gained another ally in a blue woman. He had no idea who she was, but the Guardians did, and she was on their side so he didn’t question it. They needed all the help they could get. .

Finally, Dr Strange opened a portal, dropping Mantis down onto Thanos’ shoulders. She grasped his head with her hands and focussed her telepathic energy through her fingers, the tips of her antennae lighting up.

“Is he under?” Tony asked, pulling on the bonds he had Thanos’ arm in “Don’t let up.” “Be quick!” Mantis said, starting to cry “He is very strong.”

“Parker, help! Get over here” Tony said as he grabbed hold of the gauntlet. Peter moved to help him. “She can't hold him much longer. Let's go.”

Quill landed in front of Thanos, grinning as he began to taunt the Titan “I thought you'd be harder to catch. For the record, this was my plan. Not so strong now, huh? Where is Gamora?”

“My... Gamora...” Thanos grit out, groaning as Mantis kept him under control

“Oh, bullshit.” Quill shook his head “ Where is she?”

Mantis gave a small cry “He is in anguish.”

“Good.” Quill glared at him whilst Tony and Peter were still wrestling with the gauntlet.

“He… he… mourns” her cry was louder this time.

“What does this monster have to mourn?” Drax ground out, his voice strained with the effort of keeping hold of Thanos’ other arm.

It was Nebula who answered, her eyes shining with tears “Gamora”.

”What?” Quill looked at her and Tony glanced up, a cold feeling spreading across his stomach.

“He took her to Vormir” Nebula whispered, horror flooding her body and face as she understood exactly what happened “He came back with the Soul Stone, but she didn't.”

Tony grasped the danger of the situation and immediately withdrew his helmet and looked at Quill “Okay, Quill, you gotta cool it right now, you understand?

But the man wasn’t listening. He turned slowly to Thanos so Tony tried again, shouting his plea desperately. “Don't, don't, don't engage, we've almost got this off!”

“Tell me she's lying.” Quill shook his head before his voice became enraged “ASSHOLE! Tell me you didn't do it!”

“I... had... to” Thanos replied.

.“No, you didn't.” Quill said gently, his eyes filling with tears. “No, you didn't…”

Tony watched as the man continued to rage, and then, before they could do anything he drew his hand back and pistol-whipped Thanos twice in the face, causing Mantis to let go. “NO, YOU DIDN'T!”

“Quill!! Tony gave a yell as he leaped for the man’s arm, his helmet forming back around his head, but by doing so he left Parker alone to keep pulling the gauntlet. As Tony tried to calm quill down he was vaguely aware that Peter was shouting about the fact he had the gauntlet, but as Tony turned he saw Thanos snap out of his trance. He head-butted Mantis, before grabbing the edge of the gauntlet and throwing the woman off his shoulders.

They’d come so close, but their plan hadn’t worked. And now the fight was back on.

*****

Bucky had heard tales of Thor from both Steve and Katie, but seeing the man in person and his power was like nothing he could have possibly imagined. Not least because he seemed to have brought a walking, talking tree and raccoon with him. A racoon that was now stood shooting a gun into the crowd of creatures.

“Come get some space dogs!” the racoon fired his weapon and Bucky, who was a few feet behind him, spotted one of the dog things leaping at him. He grabbed the animal by the scruff of his jacket and held him at arms length, spinning around, firing his own M-249 at the same time.

“Come on, get some, get some, GET SOME!” The racoon yelled, before they were clear and Bucky dropped him. He looked up at Bucky with an impressed gleam in his eyes. Fuck, an impressed raccoon? Jesus Christ, Steve dragged him into the strangest shit at times.

“How much for the gun?” The racoon asked as Bucky fired off another burst of rapid fire.

“Not for sale.” Bucky said simply.

“Okay, how much for the arm?”

The animal wanted his arm. Bucky had no words, he just gave him a look and as he walked off he heard the racoon mumble “Oh, I'll get that arm.” and despite himself, Bucky gave a little snort as he jogged to where he was needed.

At the same time, elsewhere on the field, Steve and Katie were fighting in tandem. Steve slammed a shield into another two creatures as they leapt at them both whilst Katie jumped into the air, shooting and taking down another four. Just as the next group was about to hit them, another shockwave rocked the field, destroying the pack which was running towards them. Katie looked around to Thor who was stood a few feet away and she landed gently between him and Steve.

"New haircut?" Steve asked, his voice slightly winded as Katie retracted her helmet.

"I notice you've copied my beard," Thor shot back, grabbing at his chin with his hand. Steve nodded, and gestured to his face with one of his shields, still catching his breath. At that point he looked past Thor to see the tree creature at his other side extending a branch or arm and impaling three creatures on it, lifting them into the air. Something that should have shocked Steve, but he wasn’t sure if anything could shock him anymore.

"Oh, by the way, this is a friend of mine, Tree." Thor gestured to the creature.

"I am Groot!" the tree yelled, slamming the creatures to the floor.

Katie looked at Steve who was breathing hard from the exertion of battle. But still, ever the gentleman, he introduced himself politely to the tree-boy in return placing a hand to his chest.

"I am Steve Rogers." he paused looking around the battlefield seeing that at least for a moment they were in a respite with the Wakandan warriors handling the Outriders surrounding them. Katie observed Thor for another second before he grinned at her and she threw herself at him.

“Man am I glad to see you, I thought…” she stumbled over her words.

“I’m fine.” He said, reaching out to wrap an arm round her metal cased back and returned her embrace, lifting her slightly off the floor as he did so.

“But Banner, he said your ship…and Loki…”

“I’m the God of Thunder.” He said, shrugging slightly as if that explained anything, and then he sent his axe flying once more and set Katie down, as a pack began to surround the three. Katie reengaged her helmet and they continued fighting.

“What happened to your hammer?” Steve asked as the three of them circled, before he took another creature down with a blow to the head.

“My sister.” Thor grunted, throwing his axe again.

“You have a sister?” Katie frowned, shooting another creature with a beam.

“Had. She’s dead. I killed her. Well, a big fire demon did. The events of Ragnarok.” Thor caught his axe before swinging it straight into the head of one who had jumped at him “I thought Banner might have told you?”

“He mentioned it yeah, but to be honest we’ve kinda been a bit busy.” Katie’s teeth grit together as she off-loaded a shot from her shoulder gun to a creature which hit it straight between the eyes. It slumped to the floor but at the same time the ground began to shake.

“That’s errr…that’s not me.” Thor shook his head as Steve looked at him. The three of them turned to watch as the trees outside the barrier began falling being crushed by whatever was coming, then the dirt underneath the inside of the barrier moved like a wave and from it mechanical wheels like chainsaws sprung up.

"Fall back!" T'Challa’s loud voice sounded in their ears as the wheels separated, "Fall back now!"

“GO!” Steve yelled, looking at Katie and she shot up into the air. As she flew over the field she looked down and saw the wheels split all going in different directions taking out the creatures and Wakandan warriors alike with ease. The machines didn't seem to have any particular form of control or direction, just mowing down anyone in its path. She looked up as Sam and Rhodey joined her on either side.

“FRIDAY scan this thing for weaknesses…” Katie instructed. “The axle.” FRIDAY said, focussing in on it on the heads up display “You need to take it out.” “Go for the axle guys!” Katie swooped down. “Same time…” "Focus all fire on the left flank" Rhodey ordered as they began to shoot their various weapons.

"I'm doing it," Sam replied firing his guns where he was instructed but it was having little effect. Eventually, they managed to take one wheel down but as Katie circled up she saw that Natasha and General Okoye were right in it’s path, but so absorbed in the battle that they almost missed the set of chainsaw wheels coming straight for them, almost. Katie yelled a warning over the coms and was about to swoop down to pull them both out of harms way when suddenly Wanda dropped down in front of the other two women and surrounded the wheels in her red glow. She lifted them up lifting it up into the air then grunted throwing it back at a swarm of Outriders.

As Katie spiralled back upwards Okoye’s frustrated voice hit her ears. “Why was she up there all this time?" she huffed.

It was a boost having her on the field, Okoye was right. But the unease in Katie’s chest was rising as her being down there meant it left Vision open. Katie and Rhodey went back to try and take on another one of the huge wheels, managing to bring it down, but then they both stopped dead as Sam’s urgent voice called out "Guys, we got a Vision situation here!"

Katie looked over in the direction of the palace, just in time to see the android crashing out of the glass

"Somebody get to Vision!" Steve instructed loudly, before he was sideswiped by another of those damned dog things.

"I got him," Bruce responded

"On my way," Wanda’s voice also said. Katie turned to find her on the field, and as she did she saw one of Thanos’ warriors hit her hard across the face with her staff and she fell into one of the large trenches that the chainsaw-like wheels of the machine had created.

Katie swooped down to help, Natasha also sprinting across the field, sliding down into the trench behind the blue woman. As Wanda struggled to her feet, Katie landed next to Natasha.

"He will die alone," the blue woman growled at Wanda, and then to add even more insult added, "As will you."

"She's not alone." Natasha said simply. The woman turned around to see Natasha and Katie there, and then at the other side of her Okoye landed, spinning her spear, pointing it at the horned alien.

There was a slight pause before the alien growled and launched at them. Okoye was the first to be tossed aside, after getting a few good hits in, whilst Natasha and Katie continued to fight. As the alien leapt at Katie, she shot upwards, aiming a beam and a kick to the alien’s head. In the melee, Natasha was hit by a blow to the chest, sending her flying backwards and off to the left. Katie landed in front of her, sending a beam at the advancing alien’s chest, causing her to stumble, and before she could right herself and come at Katie again, she flew upwards, encased in a ball of red, straight into the path of one of the chainsaw wheels where she was easily sliced in half sending a spray of blue blood straight across Katie’s helmet visor and Natasha’s face.

"That's really gross." Nat said, propping herself up on her elbows and looking at Wanda who dropped to the floor, exhausted. Katie wiped the blood off her visor as she landed and pulled Natasha to her feet before she turned to Wanda.

“You ok?” Katie asked the younger woman and she nodded before she stood up

“We need to get to Vision.” she urged.

“Alright.” Katie nodded and turned to face the other women behind her “I’ll cover you all as best I can but if one goes down the rest keep going.” she said, “Our priority is that stone.”

They all nodded and Katie took off as the three women began sprinting with everything they had left. Katie did her best, blasting the creatures out of the way and grimacing as Natasha was taken down. They continued going, Wanda using her power to propel herself along. Okoye fell next, and then the yelp as Wanda fell almost made Katie rethink her strategy but she couldn’t. Instead she put on a spurt of speed, shooting forward. She had to get to Vision.

Meanwhile, Steve was running like he had never run before, and as he reached the clearing in the trees he saw one of the aliens bent over Vision, the tip of his staff trying to pry out the stone from his head. Steve tackled the alien at full speed, his shoulder driving into the man’s waist.

“Get outta here!” he yelled, jumping up as he began to trade blows with the alien, using his arm-shields to both land and deflect the blows. There was no movement so he turned to Vision again, issuing another instruction “Go!”

Steve kept blocking the alien’s weapon using his shields, finally knocking it from the alien's hands just before he was thrown over a fallen tree and pinned by his opponent's hand at his throat. Steve struggled, grabbing at the fingers gripping round his throat, but even with his physical abilities, he was struggling. But then suddenly, the blade of the staff emerged from the alien’s chest. Steve saw him splutter, then choke, before his grip on the soldier’s throat dropped him to the floor.

Katie landed besides him, her helmet sliding off as she offered her hand to pull him to his feet as Vision cast the alien aside before collapsing exhaustedly to the floor.

“Thanks” Steve panted, his breath ragged as he gently cupped her face before he strode to Vision "I thought I told you to go." He sighed, hauling him to his feet.

"We don't trade lives Captain." Vision replied simply, and both Katie had to smile at the android repeating Steve’s words back to him.

**** Tony was beginning to realise they had no chance against Thanos, certainly not whilst he had the stones he did. But that spurred him on even more, because if he got the rest, well it didn’t bear thinking about. With one last attempt he flew at Thanos who deflected the blow and picked him up by the helmet and blasted his midsection with the Power Stone. The gaps in nanite coverage were now extensive, as his armour was losing the ability to recover from the intensity of the damage. Tony struggled to one knee, and fired his right hand repulsor at Thanos, but he might as well have been using a fucking water pistol for all the good it did. With a grit of his teeth, Tony got to both feet as his suit tried to complete repairs, adding the beam from his left hand as well. Thanos walked right up to him, and backhanded the incomplete helmet completely off his head. Tony’s eyes grew wide as he crossed his arms to block a blow from Thanos' gauntlet, the Titan caught his left hand over his head. In desperation, Tony formed what was left of his right glove into a short sword, which Thanos easily caught, snapping it off clean and driving it through Tony's left side.

Tony’s body seized up in pain as Thanos walked him back until he collapse onto a rock, looking up at the man who had stabbed him with shock and hatred. the blood bubbling in his mouth.

This was it, Thanos was finally going to kill him, after six years of nightmares.

“You have my respect, Stark.” Thanos said, almost with a hint of regret “When I'm done, half of humanity will still be alive” he let go and straightened up. “I hope they remember you.”

Tony’s thoughts flashed to the people on Earth, more specifically Pepper and his Sister. He had failed them, again. His visions were coming true. He drew in a pained breath, the copper taste of blood surrounded his senses as Thanos raised the gauntlet, closing his fist and all four stones began to glow.

“Stop!” Strange yelled, sitting up painfully as he looked at Thanos. “Spare his life... and I will give you the stone”

“No tricks.” Thanos turns to him and Doctor Strange shook his head.

Despite Tony’s protest, Strange handed over the stone and Thanos dropped it into the thumb setting on the gauntlet, the energy pulse making him wince.

“One to go.”

At that point an energy blast hit the gauntlet right in the empty Mind Stone setting and Thanos grimaced in surprise as Quill, who was screaming in incoherent rage, flew towards him, firing with both hands. Thanos didn’t even bother responding to the assault. Instead he conjured up a portal and simply left. Star-Lord flew through where Thanos had been and crashed, rolling several times.

“Where is he?!” Quill stood up, his helmet sliding away.

With a grimace, Tony managed to stich up his stab wound as well as he could with his suit functions, but he was still weak and had no breath for answers.

“Did we just lose?” Quill asked, his voice now fearful.

Tony turned to Dr Strange and looked at him, shaking his head sadly “Why would you do that?” his voice cracked slightly. After everything they had done to try and stop him getting the stone, after the Wizard himself saying he wouldn’t hesitate to let anyone die to keep it safe, he just handed it over.

“We're in the Endgame now.” Dr Strange looked at him. And Tony could do nothing but sigh, and slump back against his rock, hoping that the guys on Earth would fare better than they had.

*****

"Everyone on my position, we've got incoming." Steve pressed his finger to the com in his ear while glancing sideways at Katie, the pair of them stood in front of Vision, the feel of unease and silence was getting even more oppressive.

“What the hell?" Natasha mumbled, voicing what everyone was thinking.

"Whatever happens,” Steve swallowed, turning to Katie “I want you to know I love you."

She looked up at him, his eyes flashing with fear. Both of them knew this could very well be their final stand, Katie felt her chest tighten as she felt a single tear of fright, love and pride fall down her face.

"I love you too." she whispered. “Always.”

Then,across the clearing from them a cloud of grey and blue began to form from nothing. A huge man, purple in colour, encased in a deep golden armour stepped out from the grey and blue mass.

"Cap, that's him." Bruce pointed out obviously, because honestly, who else could it be?

Steve raised his shields and took a few steps forward as Katie moved backwards to stand with Natasha and Wanda, both stood in front Vision.

"Eyes up. Stay sharp." Steve commanded beginning to charge forward, leaving Katie behind. He knew that if all else failed, Wanda was going to have to make the decision to destroy that stone, and Katie didn’t want her to be alone when she did.

Bruce reached Thanos first, using the rockets on his suit to launch him up in the air and as his hand clenched into a fist, Thanos raised the gauntlet on his left hand and Bruce's suit turned blue and see-through, his body flying through Thanos' rather than colliding with it and was encased in the rock at the side of a hill face. Katie glanced across at Natasha and saw a look of fright on the blonde’s face. A look she had only ever seen once before, when Bruce had transformed into the Hulk for the first time and they had been trapped in the cargo bay of the Hellicarrier with him.

Steve, reached second and jumped aiming to punch Thanos in the face with his shields but he was stopped dead in his path, a purple glow encasing his body simply throwing him to the side and out of sight where he crashed to the ground, his head spinning as everything went hazy.

It was hopeless. T’Challa was cast aside like a rag doll, Sam was grounded easily. Nothing could touch him.

"Wanda," Vision said breathlessly from behind them, and they all turned to face him. "It's time."

"No," her voice shook and Katie glanced back and forth between her and the Titan as he was advancing.

"They can't stop him, Wanda, but we can," Vision continued "Look at me!” he demanded forcefully “You have the power to destroy the stone."

"Don't," she cried, trying to pull away from his grip a third time.

Katie turned back to the fight in time to see Rhodey drop out of the air. When Bucky tried to fire at the Titan raising his gun and running towards him, shooting bullets wildly, he was also cast aside, the same way Steve had been.

“You must do it Wanda, please.” Vision continued to plead and Katie turned to the young woman whose bottom lip had begun to wobble.

“Wanda.” Katie looked at her, her own voice cracking as well with the impending action they were about to take. “I can’t begin to imagine how you feel but Vis is right. You have to destroy it.”

The tears were forming in Katie’s eyes. All she could hear was Steve’s voice “we don’t trade lives” in her head. But right now she had no idea where Steve was, she couldn’t see where Thanos had thrown him. Thor was nowhere to be found, and it appeared there was no other way to stop the Titan.

The stone, and with it Vision, had to be destroyed.

"We are out of time." Vision spoke gently, his hand wrapping around Wanda’s as he brought it up against his cheek.

"I can't." Wanda whispered looking at Vision then over to Katie for some form of guidance. Katie could offer none.

"It's alright," Vision took Wanda's hand and opened it up. “You could never hurt me. I just feel you."

As Katie watched, Wanda looked over her shoulder and then she let her power flow, her face contorting into so many emotions it broke Katie’s heart to think about what she was feeling. Her attention was called back to the fight when someone yelled, this time Okoye had launched. Natasha took a deep breath, looking at Katie as they now found themselves the last line of defence, and they had no choice but to throw themselves at the Titan to buy Wanda some time. Natasha went first, but it was pointless, she was cast off to the side somewhere and Katie stood, drawing herself up to her full height, helmet, shield and weapons ready, knowing full well it wasn’t going to stop him.

But Steve was up and running again, Thanos was advancing on his wife and he wasn’t going to let that happen without a fight. He threw himself into a slide, the momentum carrying him under Thanos’ legs and as he went he aimed a swipe at the back of the man’s calves and knees with his shields. As he jumped to his feet, Thanos aimed a blow at Steve’s head, but he caught the gauntlet in both his hands. Gritting his teeth he put every bit of strength he had into holding off the blow as Katie flew in, her repulsors firing at the Titan which made him lose concentration for a moment, but only a second. Then, in the corner of his eye, Steve saw the other fist powering towards his temple. And then it all went back.

Steve crashed to the floor and Thanos caught Katie easily round the neck. Both her hands went around his, her fingers trying desperately to prise his away from where he had a grip on her but to no avail.

“Another Stark.” he mumbled, and before Katie could respond he threw her up into the air before shooting her with a shot from the power stone sending her flying off to the side where she collided heavily, head first with a tree.

As Katie lay motionless on the floor, she could vaguely hear noises, the sounds of fighting and yelling. Then there was some sort of huge explosion. She closed her eyes and must have passed out for a while, as when she came round it was all quiet.

“Mrs Rogers…”FRIDAY was saying frantically, as she blinked her eyes, before the display came back into focus. She was led, face down on the forest floor somewhere. With a groan she lifted her head, and her helmet fell back as she glanced across the clearing. Steve was led roughly 10 feet away, still face down thanks to the force of Thanos’ punch.

“Steve…” she whispered to herself and pushed herself up, half crawling, half running towards him.

There was a flash of light and as she reached Steve’s side, Thanos was thrown back further away from the clearing and Thor was barrelling down towards him, axe first. Thanos raised his hand but it was too late, Thor’s axe hit him square in the chest. Thanos staggered backwards, falling to one knee as Thor landed in front of him.

“Steve.” Katie gently shook him, trying to keep one eye on what was going on “Baby, please, get up.”

"I told you, you'd die for that." she heard Thor say, along with the sickening crunch as he pushed the axe further into the titan’s chest. Steve groaned slightly, and started to move, turning his head as he lifted it up from where he was laying in the dirt.

"You should have-" Thanos was continuing to wheeze somewhere behind Katie "You should have gone for the head."

"No!" Thor yelled. Katie looked round instinctively and saw Thanos bring up his gloved hand and he simply snapped his fingers. There was a blinding white light conjured from the gauntlet which covered everyone's vision and Katie threw her arms up over her face, engaging the shield to shelter her and Steve.

“What did you do?" Thor asked. When Thanos didn’t answer he shouted, desperately, almost pleading, "What did you do?!"

Thanos still gave no response, looking around the quiet battlefield. A portal then opened up behind him and he fell back into it, Stormbreaker tumbling out of his chest as he did.

It was deathly silent as Katie and Steve both got to their feet. Steve’s hands fell to her shoulders, his eyes searching his wife’s face and she nodded to tell him she was ok. Turning, he hissed at the pain in his side and clutched at his ribs, looking around, half expecting Thanos to appear out of nowhere again.

"Where'd he go?" he asked, spinning around, he was worried now. "Thor?"

Thor finally looked up and met Steve's eyes, then Katie’s and it was not a comfort. The god looked hopeless and still he gave no response.

"Steve?" Another voice cut in sounding as confused as the rest of them felt, and they turned to see Bucky looking down at his arm in disbelief as the limb was disappearing into ashes the gun in his hands fell to the ground followed shortly by the man himself as he disappeared.

Steve felt cold, and he took a few steps forward before falling to a knee and reaching out touching the ashes that were left of his best friend.

He looked up at Katie, he was utterly confused, shocked, disbelieving. Katie, in turn, was numb with shock. Her head span round to see the tree creature was talking to the Racoon in confusion as he too began to fade away, the Racoon dropping his head in sorrow. Blindly she reached back feeling around for Thor’s hand before squeezing it tightly. He was still there. Good.

And then she turned to check on Wanda. She was knelt over Vision, and she gave sad smile, as the dust started to take her too.

“No,no, no...” Katie scrambled over to her as she gave one last gasp before the dust carried her away on the wind. Katie dropped helplessly to her knees, letting out a soft sob as Steve fell down besides her, one hand on her shoulder, the other shakily reaching out to roll Vision’s lifeless body over. His eyes locked on the hole in the android’s head. Steve sighed hard and dropped backwards sitting on the ground with a huff. Kate grabbed at him, half expecting him to turn to dust, her grip on his arm was almost painful but he rest his hand over hers, anything to feel her, keep her there.

"What's going on?" Rhodey asked voicing the question on everyone's mind, "What the hell is happening?"

"Oh, God." Steve heard his voice crack as his back slumped against Visions body. He looked at Katie, the tears pouring down her face as the two of them simply sat there, numb in the realisation that for the first time ever, The Avengers had lost.

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My Bones Crushed to Dust

Roman takes a moment to reflect on his decision. Whether he regrets it or not doesn’t matter. What matters is that Thomas is happy. But is he really? Truly? He sacrificed his own happiness so Thomas could sit playing words with Friends as the Wedding March plays. Alone. Roman wants to scream but his throat is sealed with the threat of honor.

Warnings: Angst, Slight Violence, Spoilers to SvS (new video)

Notes: Oh my god I loved this new video so much and I NEED to write something for it or I’m going to literally die of excitement. AAAHHHHHH!!!! But I need to write some goddamn Roman ANGST if it kills me and this video had buckets of it. Taglist is below at the bottom!

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Roman fiddled with the empty Butterfingers wrapper, the noise loud in the common room. No one else was awake. He kept crinkling it and smoothing it out, over and over again. Something to do with his hands he supposed. Better than focusing on how tears stung at the edge of his eyes. The heavy weight in his chest. He did something good today but why did it feel so bad too?

And that smooth scaly smirk haunted him. All sharp teeth and oozing confidence, Deceit had one hell of an act. But was it? Roman tore a corner away from the yellow wrapping. Maybe Deceit didn’t have to walk the walk or talk the talk, he had more true confidence than the prince himself. His words, his posture, even his damn gloves moved like a spell.

Roman wiped at his eyes.

He wanted to help Deceit. A snake in the grass but one on his side. The callback for an important movie wouldn’t be in the Florida suburbs. Nay! It would be out in the city. Maybe even a few states away! An audition so crucially important for his hopes and dreams! But...he remembered the way Thomas pinched his eyebrows.

Crumpled in his witness stand like a man on death row.

Roman tore another piece and watched it flutter to the floor. The yellow wrapper held delicate as a flower in his hands. Ripped, broken, nothing. What did it matter? Logan wanted the healthier option, enchiladas. Not just that! But left only 0.5% for hopes and dreams on his so-called impeccable priority pie chart! Easily swept away to the wayside. Patton made it clear that when it came down to the wire, Thomas’ friends mattered.

More yellow foil drifted onto the soft carpet like petals. Drip. More tears dropped on the floor. He could hardly see his own empty hands. No more Butterfingers. The chocolate rotting in the trash. The wrapper torn to shreds. Roman covered his face with his hands as he shuddered. Cold tears dripped through his fingers as the dam opened. The maw of emptiness within opened wider like a wound.

He told them he’d be crushed if they didn’t get the callback.

“Roman?”

He flinched and swiped at his eyes, “Sorry, sorry, pretend you didn’t see anything.”

“Why would I? Dude, you’re crying,” Virgil sat next to him on the couch, “So what’s like...up? Okay you know I’m not good at this stuff, shut up.”

Roman took in a rattling wet breath, forcing himself to calm down, “It’s okay. I’m okay. Don’t worry about me, Hot Topic.”

“Boo lame,” Virgil shoved at his shoulder, “No I’m serious. What’s wrong?”

“It’s just-” Roman looked away, “You’ll judge me. Thomas and Patton already did and let me tell you that was no cake walk. Despite being the judger myself.”

Virgil sucked in air through his teeth, “Damn. You...you’re upset about Thomas’ sentence. Like really upset. Right?”

“I know you don’t want to go,” Roman said, head snapping over to him, “Neither does Thomas. Logan even wrote the damn thing on the calendar! The one time!” Roman clutched Virgil’s jacket like a life preserver, “The one fucking time we both agreed on something, Logan and I. And I had to go throw it away.”

Roman yanked Virgil closer, eyes blurry with tears and rage, “Because I care. I care so much about my honor, my valor, but where does it get me?” Virgil clutched his wrists in a desperate grip, “Nothing. We’re still here at the beginning. No callback for us.”

Virgil swallowed back a thick lump. The poor man looked more out of his depth than a mermaid in Kansas. Roman searched his dark eyes for answers. Hope, salvation, or even sympathy. The clouds of fear instead clouded his former enemy’s eyes. Oh, Virgil. Roman wanted to laugh at the bitter irony. Some protector of Thomas.

Virgil couldn’t save Thomas from himself.

“Roman, our friends matter more than our ambitions,” Virgil said, his voice thick with pity, “Logan might be right after all, you’re a Slytherin through and through. Which isn’t bad!” Roman whimpered, “They’re not evil. It’s just that...we’re an empathetic soul. I really don’t Thomas has the heart to turn down the wedding. And his friends would hate us!”

Roman’s mouth thinned, “Yeah, his heart made sure of that.”

“You gave Thomas the sentence himself, so what gives?”

“It doesn’t surprise me you’re on his side,” Roman said more acidic than he intended, “Three out of five sides agreed on this! But nooo! Patton had to-” He bit back his tongue at the icy drop in the room, “I’m just saying that you two are so wrapped up in each other that you don’t even notice us anymore! Your logic, your dreams, even our deceitful self-preservation!”

“Don’t talk about him!” Virgil snarled, shoving Roman’s grip back as he loomed.

“What?” Roman knew he had to stop talking himself into a hole, “Him? Deceit? What is he, your ex-boyfriend you still have feelings for?!”

SLAP!

Roman’s cheek stung. Shadows danced on the walls, the curtains pulled themselves closed. Shit. He cut off the hysterical laugh that threatened to bubble up. Anxiety. Long time no see. His shoulders shook with muffled sobs as the pain smarted. Idiot. Damn fool. He let his mouth run off again.

“I-I didn’t mean,” Virgil started to say, the shadows drawing back.

“No, you did,” Roman said, flinching back from Virgil’s outstretched hand, “Stop it. You won today. Now Thomas and I will have to sit there single and lonely. And probably cry ourselves to sleep later.”

“He won’t--”

“Virgil, you’re his fears, stop lying,” Roman clutched his cheek as he stood up, “I’m going to bed. Sorry, too…” He walked up the stairs then paused to look at Virgil, “Tell Patton congrats on winning his case, he tried his best.”

He closed his bedroom door behind him.

True to his promise, Thomas cried himself to sleep.

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noxus-the-venomous-blog · 6 years ago

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I want the whole van

Part one: seven years ago.

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“We steal a van. Like a creepy van. And then we make it into a mobile lab!”

“They track those,” Noxious mumbled while staring obsessively at Tranquill’s small paper pad as she ran unamused lines over it, “they have vin numbers… We would need a chop shop.” Was she drawing a van?

“Don't chop shops just break the vehicle apart? I want a whole van,” she demanded once again, ereasing a line and recreating it.

“I think they break it into parts to sell off record then give you credit towards a different van with no trackable parts.”

“So you need more than one van to get a van from them? What is it gamestop? I just want the van I stole!” Tranquill scooted her chair back and stood up for a moment. She took a few steps over to the large metal roll up door and tapped on it a few times thinking. “We rob a pharmacy!” she suggested with excitement. She then slapped a hand over her mouth, realizing they were discussing crimes far too loudly seeing as the storage unit they were plotting in was still open to the public at this time.

“I could use so many things from there… Do they have security?” Noxious stared at her, the blank circles of the gas mask fitting the surprised expression of the even wider eyes under it.

“There’s a tiny little one like a block away. Should be closed, probably no security.” She wandered back over to the planning table and started scribbling again.

“We should walk by and take a look.”

“Sure thing. Street clothes?” she asked as she started to draw a lid on the rectangular van shape she had doodled down, making it a pill bottle or some version of.

“I'm going to wear my mask. If there's no security I can smoke out cameras and pop in real quick. You should go in street clothes,” he clarified as he stood and walked to a small metal lock box, retrieving a few items that looked like modified road flares.

Tranquill slid open the container door slowly, making sure no one was in the immediate vicinity. They both excited and hurried out of the storage park. The pairslowly and methodically made there way downtown through alleys, empty lots and across abandoned roads. They planned each stop and each forward movement tediously making sure not to cross the line of sight of any potential witnesses. By the time they got to the city it was dark and distracted. They waited quietly scanning the parking lot. No traffic, no foot traffic or occupied cars. It was a good take. Through the window they could see the red night vision light of one camera and deemed it avoidable via hand gestures. They were about to move in when Tranquill put a hand on her boyfriend’s chest, stopping him. She pointed slowly at a security guard coming around the corner.

She pointed at the guard and then at herself and made a talking gesture. She then pointed at Noxious and gestured around the side of the building. He understood the plan. She left the bushes and made her way to the security guard.

“Excuse me sir can I bother you?! Sir?!” she shouted across the parking lot while approaching him, “you got a minute?”

“Sure ma’am but we’re closed.”

“Yeah I know... But I was walking to the bar down the road, like so I don't have to drive home, and like there was this dude following me. I don't see him now but the bar is just like a block away and it would be freaking manly if you would walk me there i don't want to get jumped and stuff...” she said, playing the perfect ditsy damsel.

“Uh yeah no problem” he answered, looking around her for an intruder. “I can only be gone like five minutes though so let’s make it- “ he was interrupted by a small crackling sound coming from behind a dumpster on his six. Tranq’s heart dropped as the both of them looked over to see smoke billowing from the location. At that moment she realized that her back up team just had a premature detonation.

“Oh shit fire!” the security guard sheathed his flashlight and reached for his radio. Now or never, she thought, lunging forward and grabbing for his belt. Noxious peeked above the trash can to see the two of them struggling. He reached for a piece of metal laying at his feet but gave up when he heard her yelp. He glanced back right as she fell to the ground. He hit her… He left the scrap metal and ran full speed at the guard, who heard his footsteps and turned to face him just in time to put his guard up and block the strike from noxious. He held the gloved hand of the toxic villain, grit his teeth, leaned back and clocked him in the face, breaking the eyepiece on the mask. Noxious saw the fist, then the streetlight then the sky. Then he saw nothing at all as he faded into unconsciousness.

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Part 2: Five years ago

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“There look at that place it's freaking perfect! Shoot ya got the abstract name, Bioco, you got the shady security guards, you got a sketchy reputation AND it’s away from the busy part of the city. The place is jus’ screaming ‘oh noxious. Please rob me! I long for your wear plumbers gloves and touch all of my chemical bits!” Big problem exclaimed, doing some terrible thing he called his “lady voice”.

“Please don't do that” Noxious said staring at the empty parking lot. He was feeling a sense of deja vous. Had he robbed this exact spot before? Was he becoming predictable? He leaned in and began adjusting his eyepiece, fastidiously turning it to the left and right. It had worn lose over years of him fidgeting with it when he was nervous

“Holy crap crackers does your goggle zoom in?”

“.......Yes.”

“So we doing this or what?” big problem asked, ‘compassionately’ grabbing Nox by the air filter and turning him face on to say ‘let’s do this’.

“No we need to plan and do like… Recon. You don't just take a stroll and rob a place because you happen to be near it!”

BP scratched his head. “You don't? I do it all the time.”

“What if they call the cops? What if you’re followed? What if a guard shows up and fights you?”

“I hit people and their heads come off, I aint worried about it. Besides you’re the one always saying you wanna learn close combat. Come on there's like one guard this is the best chance you'll ever have.”

Is…. That guard familiar? Noxious shook his head wishing his memory was better. “How about we-”

“No,” BP interrupted, “listen closely. From behind. Step slow, step sideways. Reach over with your entire arm just like how I showed you.” Noxious nodded, remembering pathetically practicing on the mans massive neck. “Once your arm is locked in lean back. It will go quick. Once he's out we tie em up, tape his mouth and slip him a big ole smile for his cooperation. If he breaks your lock fight him. I'll be running toward you if and when. Tight fist, follow through.” he assured then placing his hand on Noxious’s shoulder.

Noxious crept through the bushes and lined his body up behind the guard. He began to shadow him, mimicking his movements to mask the repetitive sound of his footsteps. r]Inching closer with each step. When the guard stopped he stopped in sequence, then pulling the small rubber straps back on his wrist. the band was pulled back and the metal ball loaded, then he fired off at distant trash can. The guard quickly looked over, Noxious closed the distance behind him and wrapped his hand around his neck, locking his grip.

He tried to lean back but was not heavy enough to pull the man his way so instead he forced his hold even tighter. The man struggled and shook about and with one slipping finger at a time, he lost his grip. He quickly put up his hands up as the determined guard turned and threw a blind punch. Nox ducked out of its way and struck the man across the face, inciting a daze, then tackling him across the parking space. He wrapped his hands around the man's throat. Noxious stared at the mans face and tightened his grip, lost in the moment, strangling every bad memory he thought the man gave him. The guard kicked and flailed and stretched his arm out reaching beyond Noxious’s sight. Banging and crashing sounds echoed as he kicked the trashcan and continued reaching beneath it until his arm fell numb and his eyes glazed over. The skin on his neck slowly unstuck from the sweat that built up on leather gloves. Noxious was out of breath, sweating. He looked over to the trashcan where the man's hand lay dormant. It was still slightly wrapped around a small piece of metal scrap.

“How was that for ya little guy?”

“Hey I just thought.... You know what would be a good name for a super power? Deja vous. “

Big problem grinned down at him. “You already told me that one…” His smile widened. “Get it? Get it? Im a damn hoot.”

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Part Three: The present day

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“Fall back!!” the rank two shouts crouched behind cover. She preppeds a smoke bomb and threw it down the hallway. Through her goggles she could see the outlines of rank ones running out of the smoke towards her. They passed her by and fell behind cover. “You know the drill freshies, they use bullets we use the boss, get out of here!” she popped two more bombs and slid them towards the gunfire, permeating thick red and blue concealment smoke.

She turned her gaze behind her to see the last of the rank one Toxins make it around the corner. She pulled out a small device from her gauntlet and pressed a button on it, causing it to blink as she threw it on the floor and made her way down the hallway to join them. At the turn she glanced to her left and saw green smoke pulsating around a corner and getting closer to her and the group. “Pick it up, he's here!” she belted as she ran by them.

The blue and red smoke had dissipated as the guards stood on overwatch, waiting to see the result of their enemy’s retreat. From around the corner they saw a small ground level phantom of green smoke slowly cross the intersection, growing larger and thicker by the moment as traces of toxic gas trickled around the bend. Trickles became a wave and a wave became a flood as Noxious turned the corner. Vents around his mask and across his shoulders flooding the putrid air into the room until it was thick enough to drown in. then men could no longer see their hand in front of their faces as they crouched into their palms. Noxious quickly dashed behind one and wrapped an arm over the man's shoulders and around his neck. Once gripped, Noxious let his knee drop, the heavy metal knee pads pulling both men to the ground. While the man kicked for air the toxic king saw a boot take a step near him. He triggered the mechanism on his wrist mount, pushing a small syringe head out of his forearm guard which he then punctured into the man's thigh, delivering a measured dosage. The man hit the ground within seconds as he released the other man's neck from the noose his arm held it in. He sprinted forward to another guard as they were rising the sight of a gun in his direction. Noxious raised his arm, ejecting the empty syringe at the man, distracting him enough for the boss to hit him across the jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. He flexed his wrists, reloading the syringe device. He then plunged it down into the man's leg putting him slowly into a blissful sleep. He then looked at the man's ID tag. “Bioco…” That gave him an inspired idea for a superhero name.

Rank ones and twos lined up outside the door. It opened slowly and as it did they each kneeled, forming a line. Noxious walked by them in triumph and then gestured them to move in and pilfer the now secured building. A car pulled up to him and one of his soldiers opened the back door for him. He entered and sat next to Tranquil.

“It go well?”

He nodded.

She smiled. “Glory to the agenda.”

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Part 1: Seven years ago

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Light from the window gleamed across his eye as he slowly looked around the hazy room. Where they moving? Where was his mask? He jolted his body up and felt his face, irritating a cut near his eye.

“Oh thank goodness you woke up. Do you have amnesia?” Tranq questioned curiously, glancing back at him from the driver;s seat.

“I don’t remember...”

“See that was funny, your fine. Your mask is up here.”

Noxious crawleds to the front of the slow moving vehicle and retrieved the mask from under a small notepad. It then dawns on him what had happened. “Are you ok?!” he asked in a panic, touching her shoulder hard enough to make the steering wheel veer slightly .

“Yeah he barely touched me. You got hit hard though.”

“What did you do?”

“When he saw your smoke bomb go off I grabbed for his taser. I figured that was the plan,” she lied, hoping to rewrite how he remembered it, “then when you distracted him with that punch I zapped his ass. Never used a taser before so I just held it down till he peed himself. Sick stuff dude.”

He was relieved. His mind was foggy but her words made sense. The mission still clearly didn't go well. “Did we at least steal… Whatever it was”

“HELL YEAH and it's way better than i thought it was.”

“Good,” he smiled, moving the broken mask and notepad, containing a poorly drawn picture of a van, made to be a pill bottle with wheels then made to be a van again. “It won't be like this again. Were gonna get good.”

“I know.”

“Seriously. Everyone starts at the bottom” he said impassioned. He put the broken mask over his head when he felt tears pooling up in his eyes. “One day we will make this… It will be bigger. We will be better.”

“I know,” she agreed, leaning over, putting a hand on his knee.

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Super secret bonus feature extended director's cut deleted scene after party special ending.

Present day:

“So like…” The CEO of Bioco leaned over his desk. “Seriously? What the hell did i ever do to this guy??” (noxious in know way condones murder, violence or theft. dont imitate fiction)

#original character #original content #oc #fiction #Noxus

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postmodernismruinedme · 7 years ago

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Captain America Rewatch: Civil War Part 4

Resuming at 1:26:42

Only an hour left. I can do this. I can do this? Yeah, it’ll be fine. Oh right, I forgot, this scene goes on for freaking ever. Everyone has to have a pairing to face off with and then Wanda goes in and ends it. Because she’s perfection. Let her fight in IW, Russos, you cowards. She’ll slap that glove right off Thanos and beat him with it.

Uggggggh. This fight takes forever. It just keeps going and going and like we’ve got bigger fish to fry here. Like I want to bang pots and pans together and shout out, THIS DOESN’T MATTER GET ON WITH IT.

Ugh and then when we finally get our lovebirds away we get this garbage about Bucky thinking he’s not worth it and Steve doesn’t answer it directly and like are you kidding with this? Have we been watching the same trilogy? There were so many things that could have been said other than “you didn’t do it.” C’mon, Steve. At least Natasha knows what’s up. She gets to lead the Avengers now. She calls the plays now. I fixed it.

How are there forty minutes still left? UGH.

Now, we have another NO HOMO, but a fairly innocent one a la you remember when we were young and totally in love I mean no you were dating this pretty girl I remember her name and her nick name because I was totally not jealous don’t worry about it oh no our eyes met slightly too long I must look away now I like women only you saw Sharon earlier right she wasn’t at the tarmac do not ask any more questions oh no your eyes are so pretty we must spend the whole elevator ride staring at each other as bros do it’s tactical don’t worry about it.

When I saw this movie, I couldn’t go with my usual Marvel pal and I remember I was allowed to text one single thing as review, whether or not Steve lived. And around this time I started to get a little concerned we pegged the wrong guy. Like I legit thought Tony was going to bite the bullet here because a pissed off Steve Rogers is terrifyingly hot.

Then we have our beautiful, forgiving, compassionate, attractive T’Challa going out to meet his enemies and actually talking and letting go. What a good King. What a good man. I would say he could lead the Avengers but he is too busy.

And our climax, finally. “He’s my friend” / “So was I.” Like I mean, yeah but he’s...ugh. If it was me. It’s not me, but if it was, I would have had Steve drop the line “What if it had been Pepper Rhodey?” Like I just want some acknowledgment of like yes you are my friend but duuuuuuuude. Dude. This is my friend. You get me? You picking up what I’m laying down? Like especially in his letter to Tony when he’s like oh I’ve been alone since I was 18 and like dude, I just watched TFA. You were doing okay there.

Then I love Steve, our little shit, saying that the Avengers are Tony’s and then he basically takes all of them along in his suitcase? Like he’s left with War Machine and Vision and I think that might be it? Great team there. Good work.

My personal favourite look for Bucky is just when he’s about to go for treatment. Best hair. Best smile. A+++ And my man, T’Challa, my good T’Challa who just wants peace for all but also will take no shit from no man. I am so happy I’ve gotten to see T’Challa in three films. #blessed

The First Avenger: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

The Winter Soldier: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Civil War: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Final Thoughts

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fae-fucker · 7 years ago

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Zenith: Chapter 15-16

Chapter 15

We’re back in Valen’s POV and he’s being tortured!

What joy.

Turns out it’s been going on for three months, for reasons.

I can’t even begin to question the motives of his kidnappers. Let’s just take this dude’s son and flog him for shits and giggles? Does evil not know subtlety?

Whatevs.

Home was nowhere as he drowned in pain in the darkness of Cell 306, a place without color or laughter or light.

I am Valen Cortas, he thought as the whip kissed his skin again, tearing at the tendons beneath. Vengeance will be mine.

If you’re wondering whether or not Shinsay will repeat this in every single one of Valen’s chapters, the answer is probably yes.

He’s Valen Cortas, you guys. Vengeance will be his, ya know?

Also, out of all the descriptions I would use for a whip being slashed against someone’s skin, “kissed” ain’t one of them. It just comes off as if the narrator/Shinsay are into some really hardcore shit.

More than once, he’d wondered if he had died and been dragged down to hell. But even hell couldn’t possibly be this cruel.

Yeah, it’s even worse. In hell they make you read Zenith.

So for plot reasons, Valen has been enduring torture for three months, but this time, he’s had enough! He yells for the torturer to stop, and he does.

That was easy.

Nor comes in, and I’ll just post the entire chunk of text because it needs to be seen to be believed:

“Hello, Valen,” the figure said, and Valen gasped as she drew back her hood. Dark ringlets fell across her shoulders, where a collar of ruby red encircled her throat. And her eyes, Valen saw, were a gold so bright that in his delirium, Valen smiled and imagined painting them. She stopped before him, reaching down to slide a lock of hair off his forehead with a golden metal hand. The fingertips were designed to look like delicate claws.

She was an angel of darkness, come to him in the pits of hell.

When she looked down at him, her smile was as bright as fire.

So her BDSM collar is back! Yay!

Chapter 16

We’re back with Andi and the rest of the idiots as they’re approaching the Dark Matter Pub, where they’re supposed to meet Dex’s informant and finalize their plan.

“That can’t be the pub. It’s a pile of space junk,” Gilly said to the crew as they looked out the Marauder’s viewport.

“Wrong, little girl. It has style. Things that have style aren’t junk,” Dex said, looking down at her.

“That confirms my theory then,” Breck said from beside Gilly.

Dex glanced sideways at her, raising a brow in question.

“Since you don’t have any style, you’re clearly just space junk.”

Oh.

Uh.

Hmm.

So this is what passes for banter, is it? It’s worded so awkwardly that it comes off as tryhard and embarrassing.

Allow me to attempt to fix it:

“That can’t be a pub. It looks like trash,” Gilly said as they looked out the Marauder’s viewport.

“It’s not trash, it has style. A strong, rugged aesthetic,” Dex replied.

Breck chuckled and gave him a “slight” shove, which would hopefully leave a bruise. “Is that what you tell yourself whenever you look in the mirror, Mr. Rugged Aesthetic?”

Dex steps closer to Andi and says that they need to talk. Andi can smell Dex’s luscious scent and it makes her flaps tingle.

Dex says that he wants to do this as partners and not enemies, and that Andi doesn’t know “the whole story,” so he says they’ll talk later. This is apparently the second time he’s tried to have this mysterious conversation and Andi can’t help but wonder what he wants to tell her.

Was his betrayal all a big misunderstanding or some shit?

Andi looks at the Dark Matter Pub and thinks about how cool and awesome she is and how people will trip over themselves and kill each other to capture her. Yeah, okay.

Dex sighed as he removed his gloves and slapped them down on the dash.

“If anyone messes with these while I’m gone...”

“Nobody wants your disgusting palm juice,” Gilly said.

“What the hell is palm juice?” Breck asked.

Gilly sighed. “Man sweat.”

That answers exactly zero (0) questions.

Surely you’d take the gloves for the gloves and not the man juice -- I mean palm sweat? Why ... am I trying to make sense of this?

Also yeah, girl power, show the patriarchy how it’s done, whatever.

Dex asks where Alfie is so he can contact the general through him, but none of the girls answer, though Gilly acts suspicious.

The Marauder angled toward Dark Matter, slipping through the liquid darkness like a weapon ready to unleash itself upon the world.

LIQUID DARKNESS

We get a scene transition so that Shinsay can insert four sentences right before the chapter ends:

Meanwhile, deep in the belly of the ship, Alfie sat alone in the locked waste bay, staring out at the stars.

“Hello, Alfie,” Memory said. “Would you like some company?”

At the sound of her voice, Alfie looked up and smiled.

Is this supposed to be some sort of joke?

#eff reads: zenith #book rants

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wordsysayswords · 7 years ago

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How about some tuckington for the angst war: "Please, don't go."

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Please Don’t Go

The stupid part is, Tucker’s angry at the helmet. He couldn’t leave it behind, Goddammit, he just couldn’t. Abandoning it felt like abandoning some small part of Washington. And the thought makes Tucker’s stomach churn.

Warnings: minor blood, violence, swearing

The space pirates are laughably uncoordinated. They couldn’t even get an ambush right. The Chorus patrol spotted their tracks a mile back. Everyone was already on high alert when one particularly enthusiastic pirate sprinted out of the jungle screaming, yards ahead of his comrades – ruining the surprise aspect of the surprise attack.

A pirate rushes Tucker, howling. What is it with these guys and dramatic war cries? The sim trooper sidesteps easily, tripping the pirate. Tucker’s sword slices the man’s weapon clean in half and the pirate doesn’t even try to retaliate. Instead, he hightails it for the cover of the jungle. There aren’t a lot of options for those retreating. The edge of a cliff runs along the other side of the clearing. Strategically, it’s a good place for an ambush – if you know how to properly flank and corner the enemy. Thus far the pirates have only managed to get themselves pinned down by soldiers they’d intended to ambush.

Across the clearing, Tucker sees Caboose physically lift a merc off the ground with one hand. Holding the pirate by the back of the suit, the blue soldier hurls the man across the battlefield and straight into an approaching pirate. Caboose sees Tucker watching and waves. Meanwhile, in the other hand, Freckles takes care of another pirate coming up behind the hulking sim trooper.

Something flies by Tucker’s helmet. He tenses, the cry “Grenade!” is on the tip of his tongue. Tucker’s ready to dive for cover, when he looks down and doesn’t find a grenade, but instead a regular old rock.

He spots a space pirate, cowering and only armed with another stone he’s poised to hurl.

Tucker throws out his arms. “Seriously? Seriously, man? We’re throwing rocks now?”

The merc scrapes together some courage, rears back, and chucks the stone as hard as he can. The fist-sized projectile pings harmlessly off the teal soldier’s chest plate.

Tucker looks back up at the merc. The man’s off and running before the sim trooper’s even taken a step.

“Yeah, that’s right!” Tucker shouts after him. “It’s power armor, ass hat. What did you think was gunna happen–”

“Tucker!”

The sim trooper whirls because that’s Wash screaming, and Tucker’s just in time to see the Freelancer tackle a space pirate to the ground. At the same time, there’s a resounding crack and a bullet whizzes past Tucker’s visor, missing him by inches.

Tucker starts to thank Wash for the quick save, only to look up and see the Freelancer on the ground. All thoughts dissolve in one electrifying moment of fear. The merc’s knee is on Wash’s chest and one hand grips the thrashing agent’s neck. Tucker’s already sprinting their direction.

The pirate raises his rifle like a club and smashes the butt of the gun down on Wash’s visor. Once. Twice. Three times and the glass doesn’t break, but it cracks. Tucker flinches as the radio picks up the static-laced thud and the sharp splintering of glass.

“Shit,” Tucker pants, slicing through another pirate blocking his path to the Freelancer.

But Tucker shouldn’t have worried. Wash pulls a knife, buries it in the man’s leg, and twists. The merc howls and Wash throws the man off him, springing to his feet to fire off a roundhouse kick. The pirate falls to his hands and knees in front of Wash. Instantly, the Freelancer has his battle rifle trained on the merc.

Tucker heaves a relieved sigh, slowing his pace. He’s only a few yards away when Wash whips his head towards Tucker, visor laced with a spider web of cracks. It’s a distinctly un-Washington move. Tucker realizes too late that Wash can’t see out of the patchwork of cracked glass. That he can only hear Tucker coming and is turning to check what Wash assumes is an approaching hostile. That he’s risking taking his eyes off the enemy to do so.

The pirate must realize it at the exact same time Tucker does. The merc lunges. Raising his gun like a club, the pirate heaves a mighty swing and strikes Wash across the face.

The butt of the gun smashes into visor and Tucker sees shards of airborne glass catch the light as it shatters. There’s a punched out gasp – Tucker can’t tell if it’s from him or Wash – and the radio roars with static. The agent topples backward. But he’s still got hold of his rifle, firing off a single shot that hits the pirate in the chest. It lodges in the flesh between armor plates and the man crumples. Washington crashes to the ground and tumbles.

Right over the cliff.

“No!” Tucker screams, surging forward. He leaps, throwing himself to the ground at the edge. Tucker’s whole world narrows down to that flash of gray and yellow armor, disappearing over the cliff. His arm shoots out, hand grasping for Wash’s.

Tucker’s glove catches only air.

The cliff isn’t a sheer drop plunging hundreds of feet to the bottom. It’s a jagged slope with plenty of rocks and boulders for Wash to hit on the way down.

At least it’s easy for the blues to rappel down.

“Wash!” Twenty feet from the bottom, Tucker unhooks the cable tethering him to the cliff top and slides the rest of the way to the ground. Sarge is yelling something about blue team only getting one dramatic injury per mission, but Tucker ignores him, skidding through gravel and sending up a cloud of dust in his wake. He drops to his knees at Wash’s side, hesitant hands fluttering over his chest.

Wash is lying on his back, head slumped against one shoulder. Rivers of blood travel across his forehead from a nasty gash on his hairline. There’s a series of scratches across his nose and cheek bones, courtesy of having his visor smashed into his face. The useless helmet’s lying a few feet away, glass shards lining the face like teeth. It must have come off during the fall.

Cupping Wash’s cheek, Tucker turns the man’s head towards him. With shaking hands, he feels for the pulse point on Wash’s neck before patting at his face.

“Hey, Wash. Hey, come on. Asshole.”

“Is Agent Washington sleeping?” Tucker looks up to find Caboose has reached the bottom and is towering over them. There’s a hollow look under the blue soldier’s furrow brow. It asks a much more serious question.

“He’s alive,” Tucker breathes. “He’s alive just –” He nods to himself and leans over Wash again, slapping at his face harder this time. “Hey, hey. Wake the fuck up. Wash. Wash.”

Caboose kneels at Wash’s other side. “Wash?” He asks, voice subdued. “Are you okay? Because you have to be okay. Because we haven’t taught Freckles to play dead yet and you said we would.”

Tucker wants to punch something. But he’s distracted when the Freelancer’s head twitches against the hand still cupping Wash’s jaw.

“Holy shit, Wash?” Tucker takes the man’s face in both hands as Wash frowns and squeezes his eyes tight. “Come on, wake up. That’s it.”

Eyes fluttering open, Wash blinks blankly at the sky for a few moments, squinting. As Tucker leans in, though, Wash jolts and makes an uncoordinated grab for the sim trooper’s wrist.

“Whoa, whoa, dude.” He catches Wash’s hand. The Freelancer tries to jerk out of Tucker’s grasp but only manages a few weak tugs, his breathing coming in uneven gasps. “It’s me. It’s me and Caboose. Tucker.”

Wash stops and sucks in a slow, shuddering breath. “…’boose an…” He tries shaking his head, but cringes, squeezing his eyes shut.

Tucker puts a steadying hand in Wash’s hair. “Whoa, no moving, okay?”

Wash’s eyes shoot open again and the idiot actually tries to sit up.

“God fucking dammit Wa–”

“Are you alright?” The Freelance blurts out, barely able to lift his head off the ground. “Are you alright, are you…?” Fighting to keep his eyes open, Wash’s gaze flickers sluggishly over to Caboose. “Caboose is– are you okay? Is everyone…?”

Caboose reaches out and pats Wash on the arm.

“Everyone is okay, Wash,” Caboose says, smiling down at the team leader. “I am okay. And Freckles is okay. And Tucker is okay. We are all okay.”

Tucker clenches his jaw. “Oh yeah, you just fell off a fucking cliff,” the teal soldier grits out, “but besides that everyone’s great.”

“Oh,” Wash says, laying back his head with a distant look in his eyes and the faintest twitch of a smile at the corner of his mouth. “That’s good.” With that, his eyes roll back in his head.

“Wash!”

Tucker doesn’t remember who handed him the helmet.

Maybe it was Sarge beside him in the warthog as the red leader pressed gauze to the gash on Wash’s head and kept a steady hand on his pulse.

Maybe it was Donut, keeping a hand on Tucker’s shoulder as the blue punched the car seat so hard his knuckles bruised.

Maybe it was Grif, after he drove them back to Armonia at breakneck speed.

Maybe it was Grey when she stopped Tucker in the hall outside the infirmary doors, asking him to let go of Wash’s gurney so the medics could wheel it inside.

It’s all Tucker’s fault. If he’d just noticed that space pirate taking aim, this all could have been avoided. But no, he was too absorbed in looking like a badass with his sword – swish, swish, stab and all that. Carolina told him in training weeks ago to be more mindful of his surroundings. He’d worked on it, he had. But when it counted?

On a bench outside the infirmary doors, Tucker leans forward and buries his face in his hands. To his left, Caboose sits on the floor hugging Freckles to his chest. He’s got a stack of coloring pages and a box of crayons in his lap. Caboose was the one to hold Wash as the reds used the warthog cables to pull them back up the cliff. The blue spent the whole ride back telling the unconscious agent about the coloring party they were going to have back in Armonia because Caboose saved the cat pictures for Wash.

Tucker fucked up. And now Wash might be dead all because Tucker was a fucking idiot.

Thinking back, Tucker might have grabbed the helmet himself. Maybe he stuffed it under one arm so he wouldn’t feel so useless as Caboose carried the Freelancer to safety. Maybe he set it beside Wash in the back seat because leaving the helmet, the colors, felt wrong. But why?

The broken helmet sits to his right. Tucker’s been alternating between refusing to look at it and checking to see it’s still there every few minutes.

Tucker raises his head to stare at the infirmary doors. It’s stupid how angry he is. He’s angry at himself, which is a given because he’s the idiot that almost got Wash killed. But the stupid part is, Tucker’s angry at the helmet. He couldn’t leave it behind, Goddammit, he just couldn’t. Abandoning it at the bottom of the cliff felt like abandoning some small part of Washington. And the thought makes Tucker’s stomach churn. And that makes him angry at Wash.

Tucker picks up the helmet, a burning desire to throw it against the nearest wall rising in his chest. Instead, he grips the cold metal so hard his hands shake, and drops his forehead to the yellow stripe.

Tucker can’t bring himself to leave a bit of armor. Meanwhile, Wash sacrifices himself to save him and Caboose. Dying for your friends, it’s heroic, sure.

But to Tucker, it sure feels a lot like getting left behind.

“You can’t leave,” he whispers to the cold metal. “You can’t. You’re not allowed. So, please.

“Please, don’t go.”

#RvB angst war #fanfiction #agent washington #lavernius tucker #angst #hurt/comfort #wordsywriteswords #wordsy writes words

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itsjulesharper · 8 years ago

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Yes, I am still watching the French version. *sigh* but I have been helped along by some discussion on our Versailles Fan Group and via my lovely twitter followers :) CanalPlus in their wisdom, decided to screen two eps on the one night and I didn’t realise until Aurora told me, so I scrambled and totally missed the intro UGH. But anyways, I bravely grabbed my pen and paper and diligently scribbled the rest of the ep down for you all. Oh, and make sure you’ve read my corrections from Ep1. It is important.

REMEMBER… SPOILERS.

Okay, here we go. Apparently, it starts with Louis wandering through the halls at night, making his way to Montespan’s bed, then a chandelier smashes down, just missing him. Cut to him and Bishop Bossuet having words with Louis, and it is obvious Louis is going ‘but what does this all mean? is it a sign?” And the Bishop going, well, yeah, duh, the Lord is not happy with you, you adulterer. Louis claps back with “I am going to war with William of Orange who is a heretic Protestant so the Lord is pretty shitty if he’s hating on me for all this minor stuff.” Then we see Montespan/Louis shagging, then cut to the Queen laying in bed hearing all the sounds of smexiness and lots of “YES YES!” The next morning she meets Louis for prayer, bags under her eyes, and they have major words because even if she has to accept her king shagging all the womenz she doesn’t have to be happy about it as his wife. And she is totally humiliated to have Montespan swan about like a massive pregnant… well…. swan. Louis is unimpressed and goes to leave and OMG she grabs his arm and halts him and the look of outrage and shock on his face is a thing to behold. The Queen says she doesn’t like who he has become. “You may be the Sun King, but of late when I look into your eyes all I see is shadow.”

Aaaaaaaaaand the Chevalier has returned! How do I know this? Both of them naked in bed, at Saint Cloud, and Philippe and says “I missed you.” And all is good and right with the world once more *heart eyes* There is naked hugging. Naked talking. Naked back kissing and slapping of asses. Naked staring out massive windows. Naked prancing in front of a mirror like the precious unicorn the Chevalier is. Naked Chevalier de Lorraine pissing in a bowl that he makes a servant hold out for him. It is delightful. Let us take a moment to enjoy some screencaps of this glorious scene.

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Now a Council scene with Marchal… and that is all my notes say. Obviously not a scene of importance at the time because hey, we return to Saint Cloud where we see the Chevalier taking some drugs from a pretty mignon (Alexandre Wetter – he of the handkerchief nose boop of S1) hanging about near the door, and it looks as though he is either depressed he is not in favour, or stoned. Could be both.

Then the Philippes both drag armchairs out the French doors and sit in glorious dressing robes, surveying their domain (i.e. the as-yet-un-Le-Notre’d gardens of Saint Cloud). I fancy that the Chevalier is saying “you really need to pretty up this place… add a fountain or two. Maybe a massive cascade.” There is some dialogue, the Chevalier kisses Philippe’s hand and they look so perfectly happy I wanna scream at them to STOP THAT BECAUSE IT WILL TURN INTO SHIT VERY SOON DON’T YOU KNOW and then Philippe kind of goes off on a ranty monologue about Louis taking away all his friends and the Chevalier rolls his eyes and goes to his knees, pets his Philippe and says that Louis “might be the sun, my dear, but you are the star. And it is time you show your brother how brightly you can sparkle. I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed, but while the sun rules the day, it is the stars that rule the night.” And Philippe kinda goes “hmm.” and grudgingly admits “I did miss you a great deal.” And the Chevalier, looking just a little too smug, replies “I know. Tell me again.” And they both grin and there is a lovely smoochy kiss and I am all happy again because PHILIPPE ET PHILIPPE FEEEEEELS and they both go together forever, happily every after. So there.

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We are now in the gardens of Versailles and some courtiers having wine and giggling a bit and they gallivant around in the dark, having a gay old time. Then we are back with Montespan and Louis and an argument is going down, about her being massively pregnant. It is telling that Montespan says that soon the child will be out of her and “then we shall hear no more about it.” *historical note: the real Montespan did not care much at all for her children. They also argue about Cassel being appointed as minister, with Louis subscribing to the “keep your enemies closer.”

We are back in the salons with Sophie and there appears to be mucho gossip and covet glancing about.. she eyes the new dude with the moustache (who I know now is Thomas, a scribe who has been brought in to write Louis’ history) and we see the other new dude Gaston who expected that position but Louis rained on his parade. Some woman has harsh words with him (ahhh it is his mother, Madeline de Foix, played by Greta Scacchi) then Montespan arrives and she is all yes Madame, no Madame because she knows Montespan can have her out of there with just a word, and meanwhile Gaston is still shitty she could not get him the Minister position. Gaston is very much henpecked by his horrid mother but I don’t have much sympathy for him – he appears quite not delightful. Sophie whispers to a girl and an exchange of words and an item happens, with the girl finally handing Sophie a box of something, which she puts in her bodice and eventually hands off to Marchal. She sounds so clever, Sophie. I would love to see more of her with Marchal. Meanwhile that girl then flirts with Thomas and she grabs his hand and suddenly off they go, charging from the salon. I bet I can guess what they are up to. Louis arrives in the salon and creates a bit of a stir.

Next scene and Claudine and Marchal are having words…. I understand they are discussing if something is poison or aphrodisiac. Claudine smiles… (is she trolling again?) and Marchal looks irritated and/or impatient. She says he can stay for supper and tongue-in-cheek: “My soup is fresh and untainted by any tonic.” The look Marchal gives her…. AHAHAAAA. #Trolled. I hope there is more with those two. They are so awesome together. A meeting of intelligent minds. YES I KNOW. SOPHIE TOO.

Next we see Louis on a horse – and he is so happy when he is alone riding, like a big kid – meeting another man in the forest and from the word Palatine, I gather they are discussing Philippe’s marriage and the protocol.

We cut back to Saint Cloud and an exchange between the Chevalier and Philippe, with Philippe holding the portrait and they talk about the terms of marriage…. and one of the best lines in this ep (although there are many) when Philippe says “I hear she likes bratwurst.” And the Chevalier replies “It’s important for every married couple to share a common interest.” :D

And then the mood drops when at the end of the meeting, they must ride together into Versailles. UGH. What a pain.

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I hear she likes bratwurst…

“All married couples should share a common interest.” #WAITWAT

A scene where we FINALLY see Jacques the gardener with Louis, and Jacques does his Yoda thing, being cryptic and wise and stuff. They talk about Louis’ father and returning to the same place, so why trouble oneself with living. Gives us more of an insight into Louis’ relationship with his father.

The Queen strolls in the gardens with Bossuet – she is obvs not happy with her husband’s mortal soul, which looks as though it will be going to Hell on account of him fornicating with and impregnating a married woman.

Back into the salons again, with lots of camera shots of drinking, gambling and people taking all forms of drugs. Thomas is in bed with two women and they all have a bit of a snog.

Now we are at mass, with a new Father Pascal who frankly looks as though he could go postal with only the slightest of nudges. He preaches about sin and the Queen glances back to Montespan, who is SO NOT IMPRESSED as she strokes her pregnant belly. Louis watches from a balcony above and storms off after it is clear the Father is preaching about him.

Then Louis is having a talk with Bontemps and Montespan sweeps in, and from her body language and tone, she does her iron-fist-in-velvet-glove thing and seems to be commanding Bontemps. UGH. Dammit. Bontemps is not a mere servant. Jesus.

Now we are in the confession box and Montespan is hissing at Bossuet, letting him know she is NOT HAPPY. *As an historical aside, it was common for mistresses to grant favours to friends and family while they had the power and influence to do so. Unlike Louise de la Valière, Montespan took full advantage of her position and boosted her family’s standing, as well as her close friends. Anyway she gets shitty and leaves the confessional, and the duc de Cassel surprises her relieving herself in a servant’s corridor. Words are exchanged and she slaps his horrible face, then storms off. We see her charging through rooms and when she is finally alone, she bursts into tears. Those damn pregnancy hormones.

The Queen is in private prayer with the new bishop and Louis storms in, says he sees she has acquired ‘a new piece of furniture’. He does not like it and she must send it back. Subtle, Sire. Subtle.

We are back with Philippe at Saint Cloud and he is getting dressed, when the Chevalier prances in like the show pony he is. Swishes about some new fabrics and shows off his knowledge of fashion. He is so hilarious and I love these two together. it is clear his is the fun-loving one, while Philippe is deeply conflicted with the weight of his brother’s oppression.

Now to Louis and Bontemps and Montespan is having a moment of yelling and screaming. He follows her and his words are spoken to placate her… they do not.

Now Montespan is in the village and meeting Agathe. There are Important Things Said about the prior fortune reading and it is interesting to think about it, because I heard it was full of destruction and drinking from poison wells and the time for kings will be past and stuff. I wonder if she could be talking about the French Revolution that will happen years from now and see Louis’ great grandson, Louis XVI and his wife Marie Antoinette guillotined for it.

I do not care for your shoes… or your coat… or your hair…. or pretty much anything.

We see another carriage on the road….. OMG it is the meeting with Liselotte! Philippe rides up on his glorious white horse, dismounts and looks mucho confused. Where is that German? She is… uhh…. peeing in a ditch. And seems quite unperturbed about it, giving him a cheerful wave as she finishes with her ladies then strides up to greet him. God, this is hilarious – the down to earth Liselotte, looking perfectly healthy and chatty, and Philippe giving her the ‘Dieu, what is this creature and look at her clothes… THOSE SHOES!’ look. She presents gifts for his daughters and this is the first time they have literally been mentioned AT ALL. Marie Louise and Anne Marie who are with their governesses in Saint Germain. Liselotte is under the impression that he is missing them and wants to get back to them and Philippe is all….. O.o at her like ‘whyyyyyy?’ I love Liselotte.

have I mentioned that awful coat?

*historical Note: Philippe by this time had two daughters with his now-dead wife, Henriette. Marie Louise was eight (and went on to become Queen of Spain, tragically dying at 26) and Anne Marie was one (who became Queen of Sardinia and died a day before she turned 59). Henriette did not care for her children, and horrified Philippe’s mother when she said Marie Louise should be thrown in the Seine after the child was born. Marie Louise was Anne of Austria’s favourite.

The Chevalier, meanwhile, is seeing Claudine and for one second, I think he is after poison. But no. It appears he wants her to inspect his manly bits, which she does – with cold hands! – and he asks her for something, holding out a vial. She refuses, and tells him he can put something on his inflicted parts.

Marchal visits Madame de Reynard, the widow of the dead minister who was poisoned during the council meeting in the first ep. They have a chat as she eats her food and he leaves… .only to be called back when the guards raise the alarm that she’s been poisoned and we see copious amounts of blood dripping from her mouth into the soup bowl. Gross.

Another Council meeting, and Louvois is talking about their troops not being given food and shelter at some French monasteries as they march to war. Louis is FURIOUS. So we now see Bousset in the chapel and Louis is on the balcony, telling him off. The symbolism of Louis at such a great height, towering over a man of God, is very clear. Louis yells and leaves.

Now Philippe has arrived at Versailles with Liselotte and their small entourage and Louis creeps from an upper window. Philippe sees him and is so not impressed, not wanting to be there at all.

Next scene with Claudine and Montespan and it appears Madame does not want Claudine’s medical advice about lacing her corset too tight. Then Philippe and Liselotte are presented to the court and the grand party begins.

ahahahahaNope.

Colbert chats with Liselotte. The Chevalier also watches her, as she spits out food and they have this lovely little exchange that I hope is the level of saltiness to come: Liselotte: You’re not eating? Le Chevalier: (gives her a look and a droll) Not like that. Liselotte: Do you come here often? Le Chevalier: Not in this room, no. Liselotte: I saw some stains on the floor, I assumed one of them was you.

Now we cut to the gardens and OMG brace yourselves. Thomas is carving something on a tree and I assume this is a spy thing and not just because he hates trees. Jacques catches him and they exchange those words you have when you know the other person is totally up to no good but you’re waiting for them to break into an attack first. Thomas is the first one, stabbing Jacques and suddenly Jacques does his Wolverine thing with his sword arm and you can see Thomas going ‘oh shit’ but then he calculates and suddenly his knife is buried in Jacques’ throat.

NO. FUCKING. WAY.

Not Yoda Jacques. Who will give Louis such cryptic advice, full of gardening metaphors? Who will tell him all about his father? Who will LOOK AFTER THOSE ORANGE TREES???

CRYING. Because Jacques is dying and Thomas says “not long now” and Jacques is “you will… never…win.” And Thomas is all “so far so good.” Jacques struggles to breathe… “I see new trees, marching in formation.” and Thomas replies: “Well. you will be food for them now.” and Jacques final words are “I will make a damn…fine….tree.”

Through my tears the party is in full swing and Louis and Montespan are dancing and suddenly she gets a pain and collapses. She screams and Louis yells for the men to help her and they pick her up and cart her off. Then she is in the throws of childbirth, all spread legs and blood everywhere and we see Agathe in her home, turning cards, and then Claudine is yelling PUSH and Montespan does and suddenly Agathe has this OMG look on her face with the last turn of the card and her candles go out, and then the guards’ torches at the palace blow out as Montespan keeps screaming and everything goes black.

The end. ‘scuse me while I compose myself for the next eps. I hear it is rough.

Versailles S2, episode 2 – the one in French (still) and with Liselotte Yes, I am still watching the French version. *sigh* but I have been helped along by some discussion on our Versailles Fan Group and via my lovely twitter followers :) CanalPlus in their wisdom, decided to screen two eps on the one night and I didn't realise until Aurora told me, so I scrambled and totally missed the intro UGH.

#Alexander Vlahos #Elisa Lasowski #Evan Williams #George Blagden #George Webster #Lizzie Brocheré #reviews #Tygh Runyan #Versailles #Versailles tv series

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kpopfanfictrash · 8 years ago

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Guardian (IX)

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Jongdae / Baekhyun

Rating: PG-13

Warning: Electric-shock torture

Word Count: 3,826

Summary: You keep seeing the same guy everywhere you go. In the coffee shop, on the streets, in your philosophy class. It’s getting to the point where you think he’s stalking you - only to realize that maybe there’s something much more mysterious at play here. (AU: Chen is your guardian angel)

A dark shape crosses before you and to your surprise, you recognize Baekhyun.

That’s all you see though because it turns out there are two men in the alley.

One to distract you.

And one to sneak up behind you.

The second man hits you over the head and everything fades to black.

You’re moving.

That’s your first thought. You’re moving and you’re – ouch. The vehicle hits a bump and your head lolls to the right. The pain is enough to jar you into consciousness, eyelids fluttering once before opening.

You’re in a van. It takes a few seconds for this to mean anything to you. Even longer, for you to realize you’ve been drugged. Comprehension continues to slip through your fingers. Fingers, cuffed and locked behind your back. You feel the cold, smooth metal bite into your skin whenever you move.

The pain is a beacon, honing your thoughts to a sharpness you otherwise lack. Your hair is in your face. A small annoyance but somehow it becomes unbearable the longer the car moves. Until you’re thrown sideways by the motion and your hair swings free.

Baekhyun sits watching you.

A noise escapes you as you lurch sideways – or would, if you weren’t handcuffed to the bench. Instead you flop, hanging halfway off the edge of your seat.

A chuckle escapes, though Baekhyun looks anything but amused. “Trying to break free?”

You squint blearily up at him. “Why… are you here?”

Baekhyun shrugs. His hands are also cuffed behind his back. The car hits another pothole and you wince, shoulder yanking as you’re unceremoniously dumped back to the middle of your seat. You peer over your shoulder to where your hands are tied behind your back.

You try to teleport. Nothing.

You try to freeze the car. Nothing.

That’s when you panic. “Why aren’t my powers working?”

You’re so out of it, you actually speak out loud.

Baekhyun’s face falls at your admission. “Shit. You know things are bad when I was actually hoping you’d be all…” He makes a vague wriggling motion. “Demonic.” On the next bump, his head hits the van’s side. “Ouch.”

A snort escapes, followed by a giggle. You don’t know why you’re laughing. Just the face he makes is funny. And the situation is so hopeless. It’s a funny – what’s it called – a funny juxtaposition. Juxtaposition is also a funny word. You laugh out loud.

Baekhyun stares. “Have you finally cracked?”

“Maybe.” Your chest constricts, wheezing out the word. “Everything feels super far away. Does it feel like that for you?” Squinting at his face, you struggle to focus. “You’re super pretty.”

Baekhyun’s lips quirk into a smile. “They must have given you something strong, huh? HEY!” He yells at the front of the van. “What drug did you give her? Why didn’t I get some? I WOULD LIKE SOME DRUGS TOO, THANKS.”

At this you laugh again, almost sliding out of your seat.

“Whoa, there.” Baekhyun’s foot stops you. “I’m a little too tied up to save you at the moment.”

“Tied up!”

As you dissolve into giggles, Baekhyun rolls his eyes. “I hope this wears off sooner rather than later.” The van goes over another bump.

Sunlight flickers over Baekhyun’s face, the only source of light two small windows set in the ceiling. Even these are fitted with mesh screens, built to keep you in. The rest of the vehicle is aluminum, looking like something used to transport prisoners.

“What are you doing?” Baekhyun watches your gaze move.

“Listening.”

“For what?”

“A sound that’s not you.”

“Ouch.” He grins, settling back. “I guess this means you no longer find me pretty?”

You blink. Did you really say that? The air feels somewhat clearer now. No longer does it seem like you’re moving through quicksand – water, maybe. You feel tired. Exhausted by whatever’s sunk in your system. You told Baekhyun he was pretty. As though his giant head needs any further inflation.

“I was delirious,” you say, blushing. “I didn’t mean it.” Your gaze moves to the door. Metal, hinged on both sides. If you could move you might be able to kick it open – though it’s probably locked from the outside too.

Baekhyun continues to smirk at you. “I’ve heard people are at their most truthful under the influence.”

“Not me.” You shake your head. “I tend to say things like the sky is green. Or apples are fuzzy.”

“Well, apples are fuzzy. If they’re molding.”

You narrow your eyes. “Just forget I said anything.”

“Mm.” Baekhyun pretends to think about it. “I don’t believe I can, princess.”

“Princess? Not that again,” you groan, looking away.

“It just suits you so well.”

“Why?” you demand, leaning forward as far as you can. Baekhyun’s gaze falters, oddly serious as he meets your eyes. Then the van bumps again and you bang your head against the side. “Ow,” you wince.

Baekhyun’s grin returns. “See, that’s why. A true princess, unaccustomed to roughness.”

Unable to think of a response, you glare. It doesn’t matter what Baekhyun thinks of you anyways. The man is your enemy. “Whatever.” You close your eyes. “I don’t care. It’s not like I can change your mind.”

There’s quiet in the seat across from you. Baekhyun shifts, a gentle clinking of metal on metal. “I suppose you’re right. At the end of the day, I don’t see you as human. At the end of the day, I’m tasked with destroying you.”

“Right.” You don’t open your eyes. “So for now, I’m just happy you have those cuffs on.”

“Hm.” It sounds like he’s trying not to laugh. “There couldn’t be another reason for that, is there?”

Your eyes fly open as you gasp. “What?”

Baekhyun laughs – an actual laugh – and the sound of it is so surprising, you almost smile. Almost grin at the sight of Baekhyun laughing. The kind of belly wrenching, knee slapping noise that covers even the sounds of the car beneath you.

“You looked.” Baekhyun tries and fails to catch his breath. “So surprised!”

Your momentary amusement turns to annoyance. “Yeah, well. Shove it.”

“Yah. Why are you so mean?” Baekhyun pouts. You’re dismayed by his ability to go from threatening to adorable at the drop of a hat.

Attempting to gather at least a sense of composure, you straighten. “Why do you keep trying to kill me?”

“Please.” Baekhyun stretches his back. “You’re lucky I was in that alley.”

“I think you’re suffering confusion about the meaning of lucky.”

Baekhyun shrugs. “It would have been far worse without me.”

“You’re the reason they found me in the first place! Because you were oh wait, yes - using me as BAIT.”

Baekhyun’s eyes roll. “Oh, sure. Because you were doing such a good job of blending in before. Walking around glowering at everyone, begging for a fight. Those dudes were already following, I just intervened.”

Then you remember. The hacking. The two men – probably also the drivers of this van. You scan the interior once more but the car is carefully blank. No logos or signs to clue you in on who might have taken you.

Except.

Your gaze moves back to Baekhyun, curious. “Is this a trick?”

“Huh?”

Though he seems surprised, that’s not necessarily an indicator of truthfulness. “Is this a trick?” you repeat, careful to keep your voice low. “Those men had silencers. Are we actually going to the Altorium?”

“Why would I trick you?” Baekhyun’s tone is blunt. “Why would I cuff myself? I would never agree to be powerless in a van with a Neph, no matter the circumstances.”

“Lovely.”

He shrugs. “Just telling the truth. I don’t know who – or what – these people are. They’re not Altors. Those silencers weren’t our make or model.”

Your eyebrows shoot upwards. “There are different makes and models?”

Baekhyun’s jaw clenches, as though he’s said too much. He sighs. “By all accounts, they seemed like normal humans. I don’t know where they found our technology.”

As you open your mouth, the car starts to slow. You’ve almost reached your destination – wherever that may be. As Baekhyun sits up, his gaze slides to yours. “You’re sure none of your powers work?”

Though you try once more, nothing happens. “I’m sure.”

Baekhyun doesn’t seem too surprised. “Okay. Whatever they did must have muted them.” He looks sideways. “They took my gadgets too, princess. Meaning I’m little more than your average human right now.”

You snort, causing him to look up in surprise. “Average? You climbed a fucking Ferris wheel.”

“Found that impressive, did you?” Baekhyun’s grin has returned. ‘Next time I’ll do it without my climbing gloves.”

“Still. Stop pretending you’re normal.”

Baekhyun’s lips quirk. “Anyways. Even as stupendous as I am, my wrists are locked in titanium steel and I have no idea where we are. Those doors could open to the same two men.” He nods towards the back of the van. “Or they could open to two hundred. Who knows?”

You chew your lower lip, analyzing. “So what do you suggest?”

Baekhyun is silent for a long moment. “I suggest we work together… for now.” The words sound like they pain him.

As the car slows to a stop, you stare back at him. “What?”

“There’s a better chance of escape if we work together.”

You hear the sounds of the car door opening and shutting. Followed by footsteps. Then the scraping noise of someone grabbing a lock.

Feeling backed into a corner, you finally nod. “Okay.”

Baekhyun nods. “Follow my lead,” he instructs. “Don’t tell them anything until we figure out who they are. If we get separated, stay quiet.”

You nod again. Your breathing is heavy, too loud in the small space. “Baekhyun?” When he looks back at you, you pause. “What happens when we get out?”

Baekhyun opens his mouth but before he can respond, the door flies open.

“Out. Now.”

It’s the same man from the alley. He has on sunglasses and is looking very Men in Black. When he touches a button your arms relax, the cuffs separating themselves from the wall. You sag forward – would fall if not for Baekhyun’s knees against yours. He looks worriedly up at you but you shake your head. It’s the power loss making you feel this weak. There’s nothing he can do.

Baekhyun turns to face the opening. “Who are you?” he asks, his voice low and dangerous. The sound of it sends a chill down your spine. If you were this man, you’d be afraid of that voice.

He makes no indication of fear though, gesturing for you to come forward. “There are guns trained on the area. If you try to run, you will be shot. If you try to use your powers, you will be shot. Understand?”

Baekhyun’s eyebrows rise at this but he nods.

“Good. Ladies first.”

Standing slowly, you stumble over yourself as you exit. It’s hard to get your bearings. You feel heavy, like your veins are full of lead. Slowing your movements, halting your thoughts. As you reach the door the man grasps your arm, half-pulling you from the van to deposit you beside him.

Another man grabs your elbow as you squint upwards, registering a second tall frame. Is there a height requirement to work here? The lights above you flicker, pale fluorescent strips set into an empty warehouse. There’s no sunlight and you wonder briefly if you’re below ground.

You don’t think about that for long though, since Baekhyun is next out the car. His hair flops forward and you realize he’s not resisting. Instead he scans the facility, watching the guards. His gaze moves to each corner and when he pauses in several spots you notice the scopes.

They weren’t lying about shooting you.

“Walk.”

The man holding you moves. It’s disorienting and you stumble once before managing to right yourself. The man doesn’t pause and you wince as your ankle scrapes the ground. A noise escapes and Baekhyun’s head snaps to his right. When he sees you limping, his gaze darkens.

“So which one of you is in charge?” Though his voice is a drawl, you catch the anger in Baekhyun’s eyes. “Like, if I wanted to order a pizza - who would sign the receipt?”

No answer.

“I’m not trying to be offensive, it’s just that you all look the same. You know – you have that tall, brooding look girls go crazy for. Well, maybe not that girl,” Baekhyun nods in your direction. “Since you know, you cuffed her and threw her in the back of a van. But others.”

Still no answer.

“When is the part where you tell us why we’re here?” Baekhyun’s voice is whiny. “Because I have the kind of face that’s usually missed.”

“Shut up.”

It’s the man holding you who speaks, answering in a voice that’s higher than you expected. Baekhyun grins, satisfied at a reaction. His head swivels in your direction.

“Oh, are you in charge? I meant what I said about the pizza. Though I’m not opposed to chicken.”

The man’s grip on your arm tightens.

“It’s just that –"

Finally, the other man speaks.

“If you utter one more word before we reach the Director, you’ll be shot.”

Baekhyun stops talking. He’s smiling, though – you’re going to see the Director. The man holding Baekhyun is clearly in charge. That’s more information than you had before.

You reach the end of the warehouse, twin doors opening to let you into a building. The hallway beyond is a pristine white and smells vaguely of antiseptic. Tinges of lemon and bleach stain the air, making your stomach roil. Nothing good ever comes from that smell.

The man’s grip is bruising as he marches and you struggle to squash your anger. Until now you’ve felt mostly fear. Fear, mixed with nerves and a general sense of anxiety. Now anger lends itself to that mix, spreading through your veins like wildfire.

These people took you against your will. Cuffed you. Drugged you. Treating you like a wild animal.

For the first time since you met Jongdae, you wish you had your powers. Wish you weren’t drugged so that you could tear this place to pieces. If only you had destructive abilities, like Jongdae. If only you could smash and break and bend.

Jongdae.

Your heart stutters with the realization you won’t arrive home tonight. It’s hard to tell, since you’ve been unconscious for most of it, but you’ve been gone at least a few hours. It’s rare this long passes without you and Jongdae speaking. You wonder when he’ll realize. Wonder if he’ll care. Maybe he’ll view this as an opportunity for you to learn. A maddeningly vague occasion to prove your worth.

To act like a hero.

No matter what, Jongdae wouldn’t want you to give in. He believes in you – you know this, despite everything that’s happened. He would want you to fight back and he would want you to fight right. Intelligently. Carefully. This is not the time for stupid risks.

And so you allow yourself to be led down the hall. You allow yourself to be separated from Baekhyun. You allow yourself to be led to a tiny, metal room. And when the man deposits you in a chair and reattaches your cuffs behind you, you only wince once.

Time passes. You don’t know how long, maybe days later before the door opens again.

When it does, it reveals a woman. Blonde, tall and beautiful. Her skin is flawless to the point where she could have said any age from twenty to fifty-five and you would have believed her. She’s holding a tablet that she reads instead of looking at you. It makes you uncomfortable, as though you’ve somehow intruded on her private moment.

When she finally looks up, you’re struck by how calm she is. What little interest she seems to show, as though she kidnaps people and holds them hostage every day. That slow burn of anger in your stomach starts to boil.

“Hello.” The woman speaks first, pulling out a chair to take a seat. Her hair settles into place as she observes you. “I assume you’re Y/N.”

A long moment passes before you answer. “You can assume whatever you want.”

The woman laughs, the sound out of place in this stark room. “I’m going to assume, then. The young man next door doesn’t quite have the bone structure of a Y/N.”

“I don’t know.” You shrug – uncomfortable, with the shackles. “He’s very pretty.”

“Indeed.” The woman’s finger flicks past something on her tablet. “Do you know why you are here, Y/N?”

“No.”

“Truly?” She arches her brows, surprised. “I would have thought it obvious.”

You choose not to respond. Instead you slouch, giving off your best I-Don’t-Care, I’m Baekhyun attitude.

The woman’s lip curls, though she disguises it as a smile. “Allow me to lay out your options, dear. We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s really up to you.”

“Right. Are you also going to tell me this is for my own good?”

“No. I would never lie.” Finally the woman sets her tablet down. “We have certain questions that need to be answered, Y/N. You can do so now or later, it makes little difference. Although full disclosure – later will be more painful.”

You blink, struggling to comprehend her through your muddled thoughts. “Who are you?”

The woman doesn’t answer. “What are you?”

Your heartbeat stills.

Emboldened by your hesitation, she smiles. “My name is Director Conwell. I am head of a rather unknown division of the U.S. Government which researches supernatural disturbances. I’m here to determine if you pose a threat to the United States. And the world.” She adds this almost as an afterthought.

Your gaze narrows. “I am a threat to no one.”

The government. The freaking government kidnapped you. As though you’re a thing and not a person. As though you don’t have rights, as though you aren’t human.

Baekhyun’s words echo through your mind. You’re not human. Not a person. Which begs the question - if that’s so, why do you care about them at all? Why do you give a shit, when all humans seem to want to do is to destroy you?

Head spinning, you suck in a breath - only to choke on the air. The breath you take is heavy, weighty on your tongue, odd as it slides into your body.

The woman watches closely. “The air here is a rather special combination of chemicals. You’re actually the second – what is it? Nephilim? – we’ve come across. The first was already dead unfortunately, but it’s nice to see your blood works the same.”

Your gaze moves to the vents, where a soft mist disappears beneath its edges.

“It comes and goes.” The woman’s voice is soft. “You’ll get used to the sensation, I promise.”

Panic buzzes through your veins once more. This drug is never going to wear off because this place itself is a drug. You’re never going to get your powers back. And if you don’t have your powers, you can’t break free. Can’t teleport. Can’t freeze time. Can’t tell if these psychopaths are even lying or not. Your sense of helplessness grows as you grasp reality.

“What questions do you need answered?” Your voice is dull, even to your own ears.

The woman smiles. “What are you?”

“I am Nephilim.”

“Good. And what does that mean?”

At her question, you look up. A flicker of hope buzzes to life inside you. Could this be a test, or does she really not know? You observe her closely. The woman’s eyes are wide, though her stance is casual. Her breath lodges in her throat, as though scared to miss anything. She’s eager – too eager.

Seeing this, you sit slowly back. “It means nothing.”

Anger enters her eyes, gone almost before you have a chance to register it. “Is that so?” Almost on instinct, her hand moves towards the tablet. “I’ll give you another chance. What does Nephilim mean?”

“It means I am above you.”

The woman’s eyes flash and she presses something.

A wordless scream leaves your throat as your body contorts. Heat floods you, bending your back, erasing your vision. Every muscle is in overdrive, thrashing past bonds that send waves of pain through your body. If you weren’t locked in place, you’d be on the floor. It feels as though the torture lasts a year. Likely it’s only seconds before you resurface. Panting as you sit before this cold, heartless bitch of a woman.

Director Conwell smiles. “Are you ready to answer me truthfully?”

Gritting your teeth, you look past your tears. “I did.”

Another shock. Though this time you’re prepared, a scream still wrenches from your lips. Another blistering wave of heat passes through you and when you manage to open your eyes, you’re shaking. Your entire body quivers – spent with exhaustion. With pain. You stare into the woman’s eyes, which mirror your own hatred.

You will not answer.

She must see this, because the woman sets her tablet down. “Perhaps not today.” Her brow arches. “But we have today, tomorrow and all the days after that. I’m sure eventually you’ll decide otherwise.”

Director Conwell stands, gracefully pushing her chair aside. She walks quickly, though she pauses at the door.

“One last question.”

You manage to look up, trying to keep the neutral expression on your face. “What?”

“Who is Noah?”

“I – what?” You pause. “I have no idea.”

She tilts her head, observing your genuine confusion. “Interesting.” Her hand moves to the doorknob. “Vince will be along shortly to take you to your rooms. I do look forward to talking. Sleep well.”

And then she’s gone, a wisp of white into the hall.

You sag forward, unable to keep up the brave façade any longer. There, alienated from the rest of the world you finally break down.

No one is coming for you. No one is coming and no one cares. All those fleeting, hopeful thoughts you had about being the hero - of being special, of being worth it. No one sees you that way. No one except for Jongdae, maybe.

If Baekhyun and this woman represent the rest of humanity it’s clear that all you can expect is this. Fear, confusion, disgust. People instinctively fear the unknown - and that is what you are. For the rest of your life - however long that is – you’ll be hiding. If you even make it that long, seeing as you’re currently cuffed to this bench.

Everyone is so afraid of you, so terrified you’ll become a monster but no one has even given you the chance to prove otherwise.

Hot, angry tears slide down your face. They mingle with your sweat, dropping to your lap to show your reflection. You look down at yourself, eyes red and swollen and feel yourself start to harden.

Slowly, you lock this sadness away. Hide your anger. One day you’ll have need but today is not that day. Today, you must survive. Today, you must plan. For the day when you eventually raise hell.

A grim smile crosses your lips at the thought that once, you thought yourself an angel.

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