#for subjecting you to my lame ramblings of ocs

[glowyskull]

Bleh

“Healers are weak”

The words were spat, not quite in her direction, but definitely meant for her.

Once, twice, many times over

Pacifism in a world of chaos was deemed foolish. Power not used for destruction was ludicrous… many knights and warriors mocked the idea of possessing power and it being useless for anything that didn’t obliterate enemies, yet, when things went south, they’d be begging healers to help them.

In a war, shoot the medic first.

A constant contradiction. Deemed too weak for the world, but too important to actually leave behind.

A healer.

Innocence had no room in this world. Nyru’s hands were red and raw, but the girl kept scrubbing. Harder, desperately. Like the hot, sticky feeling of blood wouldn’t leave her skin, like it’s strong, metallic scent was clinging to the flesh.

Desensitization. That’s what her parents had tried. Lift enough weapons, hunt enough wildlife… it’d sure get rid of the idea of going through this world only knowing how to heal. Ordon may be peaceful, but if the history of Hyrule had to be taken into account, one could never be too careful.

But the sting on her hands made the skin throb. The tears after hunting were never ending. It’s not like she was weak… she’d bare teeth if needed… but the idea of fighting, of hurting, of killing, just wasn’t in her.

Disdain. Exasperation. That’s what met her every time she talked about a plant, every time she held a book on the subject. All surely useless if she refused to fight in the first place.

So, she started to hide… quiet down her excitement, snuff out the spark of curiosity that lit her eyes when someone mentioned anything related to potions or fairies.

That was, until she met him.

The sight of a young boy, sitting against a tree, eyes closer, had the young girl quietly approaching him.

Was he asleep? Unconscious? Hurt?

She got close, perhaps too close, trying to assess if he was ok… in a quick snap, her gray eyes met a vibrant blue. The boy, startled, tried to move, foreheads smashing together with a dull thud.

They both held their heads, tears stinging their eyes as they tried to soothe it. Awkward questions, explanations, laughs and a shaky handshake and Nyru had found someone who didn’t roll his eyes in exasperation, who listened to her rambles as she showed many plants, critters and chu jelly.

So indeed, the healer was weak… when the right person came along.

[sesshous]

what’s blue, has multiple... 'layers' and... has a connection with a dendro archon? (hint: it may or may not be some kind of vegetation, or a guy with a very subjective personality) [wanderer x reader]

summary: the mysterious guy doesn't have a name, so you try and come up with one for him

genre: fluff(?), crack (no prns)

a/n: reader is a lil ditzy(i based reader off my genshin oc sorry lmao), my jab at trying (keyword: trying) to be funny, wanderer is kinda a dick but when is he not? ending is also kinda lame womp womp

“but if i had to give you a name, what would you want to be called?”

“like i said before, i don’t care what you call me. are you hard of hearing, or do you just not pay attention?”

“this guy truly was something else.” you thought. “not dressed as a sumeru native, having a really rude grumpy personality and now he won’t tell you his name, because he doesn’t have one? is this guy serious?”

“fine then! what about…” analysing his appearance once more, your eyes widened as something clicked in your head. “wait! hold on, you know what you remind me of?” perking up at him. you could already tell that he was going to be annoyed by what you were going to tell him. he let out a sigh, “what do i remind you of?”

“you remind me of some of sumeru’s native plants!”

“…what?” 

“your whole colour scheme is blue! and some of sumeru’s native plants are blue! i can call you rukkhashava, because you look like rukkhashava mushroom! no wait- what about kalpalata? because of the petals- but wait! the petals of a nilotpala are really pretty…i could call you nilo- no, nevermind, someone is already pretty popular with that name…” complete silence from him. you didn’t even notice his blank stare due to your rambling. 

the way you talk about it makes it sounds like you’ve make the biggest and greatest discovery in all of teyvat. right now he feels as though a floating fungus would have more brains than you. well, he guess it was a change from people calling him ‘hat guy’ all the time-

“i can’t decide on what i wanna call you… oh well, for the time being, i’ll just call you ‘hat guy’!” anddd there it was. he scoffs and rolls his eyes at you.

“hmph, whatever.”

“humans are never the most creative creatures, are they?” 

[sunny-x-endeavor]

Lunch Buddies

Sunny x Endeavor Fanfic Type: Small interaction.

Fandom: My Hero Academia Characters: Enji Todoroki (Endeavor), Sunny (OC)

word count:  3020

Notes:  This happens right before All Might retires and the first villain attacks at the school. This piece is supposed to be after my last fanfic “Coffee Mates”. I’m mainly just slowly writing through the stages of their relationship. The last one was them formally meeting, and this one is them getting to know each other more in a friendly way.

Sorry for any type-os, misspellings, and poor grammar. 

I awkwardly walked through the packed halls of the convention center. It seemed like everyone had gotten out of their meetings and workshops. I held my bag in my arms tightly as I weave through the crowds. Making my way to an escalator going down. While riding down I could see a wave of colorful heroes mosing around the floor below me. I don’t normally go to hero conferences like this one but I was asked to do a talk about hero safety and injury prevention. It seems a lot of heros are interested in my low injury and high success rates. 

After getting off the escalator I speed off to find somewhere to sit and eat my lunch. I didn’t bring any heroes from my agency with me, so I was alone for this conference. I’ve never been good at making friends at these types of events, and I don’t have a lot of hero friends, so I wasn’t going to try to reach out to anyone. After a few minutes of walking and back and forth through the many hallways and rooms I found a sitting area that was tucked away in a corner. There were six small tables neatly in two rows and most of them were empty. I sat at the table the farest from the others there and faced away from them. There were big windows from floor to ceiling making the room feel open. I took a deep breath and sighed as I opened my bag to get out my lunch. I was glad to have a moment to breathe from the loud pro heros but I also felt lonesome from the lack of talking. 

In the bag was a container full of salad, some kind of nut and berry bar, chips, and a thermos of cold brew coffee. I looked at my lunch and started to regret what I packed. I wished for something more filling like a slice of pizza or a sandwich. I dug into the salad with a flimsy plastic fork. I took a big bite of the leaf greens to where it was almost too big to fit in my mouth. I was glad I wasn’t facing anyone....

“S-Sunny-Chan?” I heard behind me. I jumped a little bit and almost choked on my food. I turned my head to face the voice. A tall man with bright red hair was standing next to me. His left hand was the back of the empty chair next to me and on the other hand was a fabric lunch bag of sorts. “Uh, hello! It’s been a while. May I sit with you?”

I started chewing quickly and nodded my head at him. He sat down, as I quickly swallowed my food. 

“Endeavor-san!” I blurted out, “Sorry had food in my mouth so I couldn’t talk right away. Uh It’s good to see you, and it has been a while.” 

“Yes, yes. Sorry if I surprised you, but I saw you coming down from the second floor and thought to say hello. I said your name but I don’t think you heard me, so I thought I would come closer and say hello.” Endeavor said awkwardly. I don’t remember him being the type to ramble like this and it felt odd to me. “Uh anyways…. How are you? How’s the kid?”

“Oh I’m doing fine and so is Faith. Thank you for asking.” I awkwardly said back to him. I wasn’t sure what to say to him. I hate small talk and I have the feeling so does Endeavor. “So what brings you here?”

“Oh um. Well we haven’t talked in a while so I thought I would say hello to you.”

“No, no I meant the hero’s conference. I don’t really ever see you coming to these things.” I could see through the flames on his face that his cheeks went a little pink from me pointing out his misunderstanding. 

“Oh! Uh… Yeah I don’t normally come to these things. I was invited to talk and I decided to say yes for once. As the number two hero I need to make connections with other heroes and scout for the best newcomers.” He crossed his arms while he spoke. Trying to seem tough and strong. 

“I was also invited to speak! I already had my panel a few hours ago, so I thought I would see some other heroes talk and what not.” I took a small bit of my food after talking and looked down at the table as I chewed. Avoiding eye contact. 

“What was your talk on? I didn’t see it in the schedule. I would have come and supported you if I knew.” Seeing me eat prompted him to get out his lunch as well. He took out some kind of bento from his bag and a pair of dark brown chopsticks. 

“That’s really sweet of you to say. It was on hero safety and stuff.” I took a sip of my coffee and gave him a quick glance. He looked interested in what I had to say and that was pretty shocking to me. Most people don’t listen to me and normally talk over me, but Endeavor wasn’t doing that. I don’t get why this guy has such a bad rep. He was always sweet to me and if I saw him more often I would think of him as a friend.

“Ah, I think I remember seeing you in the data of heroes in that field. So what’s the secret?” Endeavor spoke looking at me. 

“Secret? There’s no secret, my dude.” I put down my fork on a napkin and looked at him. He took this moment of me talking to take a few bites of his own food. “I just don’t give 100% of myself to the job. None of that 120% junk either. There is no such thing as 120% of one self. It’s not lazy or selfish to not give 100% all the time. You don’t run cars or any machines 24/7 365 days none stop. My max is 70% and so are those at my agency. I need my alone time and If I don’t recharge I can’t do my job correctly. Also If I’m taking breaks so should my employees.”

“Oh…” He looked down and put down the food he was going to take a bite off. “Is this supposed to be your alone time right now? Am I bothering you?” 

“No, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that.” I suddenly felt hot and my heart was twisting with guilt. He looked upset and that made me upset. “I meant like, um… I mean like I need to be home alone doing a hobby for a few hours and resting. Do you have any hobbies?” I tried to quickly change the subject. 

“No.” He quickly replied. “Well.... Does working out count as a hobby?”

“Depends. If it’s like hiking and taking in a beautiful view then sure, but I wouldn’t consider lifting weights a hobby. It’s more of an activity to do.” 

“I guess I don’t have any then…” The air between us got thick with his reply. I wasn’t sure what to say and neither did he. There was a long pause in the conversation as we both took this awkward moment to eat more of our food. 

I finished my salad and decided to try and break the ice once more. “Well maybe we could do something together some time? I could help you find a hobby. It’s really good to have one because it gives benefits to mental health.” I pushed my counter to the side and started to fiddle with my thermos as I talked. 

“I don’t know. I don’t have a lot of free time to be honest…” He spoke with a melancholy tone. 

“Hmmm. Sorry if this sounds rude, but you should make time. Especially time for yourself. I know it’s hard to actually do that tho. You’re the number two hero, so I understand you having to give most of yourself to the job. I’m not as high in rank, so I don’t know what the pressure is like. 

It’s something I talked about in my panel this morning. The higher rank you are the more pressure and because of that you need more time away from it all to lessen the pressure.” 

“Mmmm, go on.” Endeavor put his elbow to the table and then brought his hand to his face. Looking at me while listening. 

“Well to go back to those percentages I said before. There’s 5 fields to put your time into. Family, friends, love, work, and self. If you put in 100% into work then there’s nothing for the others. Everyone has to have a little bit of all of them but not everyone can have all of them. Especially in hero work; Our jobs require us to put the most time into work. So we have to give something up. I can’t give up my me time, and I can’t give up time with my family. So, I gave up on love and friends. Well I tried to make it work but it just couldn’t work out. Does that make any sense?”  

“Yeah, I understand what you mean. I don’t give time to anything outside of work and none of it is going too well.” For some reason it broke my heart a bit hearing that. It started to make sense why he was known for being an asshole. If nothing was working right in his personal life of course he would be frustrated at everything. “I should do more, but I don’t know how. All I know is being a pro hero… I guess that makes me sound kind of lame.”

“Well you’re talking to the number one dorkest hero!” I said with a wink and I put my index finger out to gesture the number one. “So I’m the lame one here. Don’t put yourself down like that.” 

“I guess that makes me the number two lamest hero at this table…. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.” He did a short and soft chuckle to himself. I giggled with him. Our eyes met again. He gave me a soft smile, but I could still see the melancholy in his eyes. I smiled back at him. 

“Well once again, I’m down to helping you find a hobby at least if you’re willing to make time for me. I have a ton of stuff I'm into. I can’t stay and do one thing for too long to be quite honest with you.” While I spoke Endeavor lifted is head from his hand and reached into his pocket. 

“Then give me your number if you’re so insisting on this hobby idea.” He pulled out his phone and started to tap at it. Most likely pulling up his contact app to put in my number. 

“Oh!” I didn’t actually think he would take me up on the offer and felt a big fluster as I dug into my bag for my phone. I didn’t think I would get this far. “Let me grab my phone, uh!!” I stopped digging through my bag when I realized mid search it was in my coat pocket. I pulled out my phone, unlocked it and put up the contact app. I leaned towards him and gave him my phone to put in his number. He gave me his phone in return. It was a heavy and wide phone. I tapped in my number and my name. I stared at the emoji page for a second trying to decide if I should add an emoji. Fuck it, I thought. I put in a heart emoji next to my name. I was feeling a little flirty and thought it would be cute. We gave each our phones back. 

“Thank you,” He said while looking at his phone. He had a soft smirk on his face. I watched him tap his phone with his index finger. His phone was making a tapping noise. I could tell he was writing a message. I wasn’t sure what he was typing until I felt my phone vibrate in my hands. I got a new message. 

Hello Sunny-chan! Is this the correct number?: The message read.

“Yes! This is the correct number.” I said out loud to him. 

“We can talk later about a time we can see each other. Also what type of things do you normal do? Your hobbies, I mean.” He said as he put away his phone. 

“Oh? Um….” I started to go blank on things I liked. I took a long pause to think of what I liked. I could feel his staring at me while he waited quietly for a reply. “Well, I like art. I like drawing, and well anything crafty. I love crafts. Such as sewing! I love learning new crafts. I also enjoy watching TV and listening to podcasts. I enjoy playing games, like video games. Not sports. I don’t care for sports much. Oh maybe we could watch something together? Like a movie! Not to sound weird, but maybe we could, as the kids say, netflix and chill? Haha” 

“What’s netflix and chill?” He replied quickly. 

“What?” I said back at him. I was a little shocked that was the thing he questioned first. 

“What do you mean by ‘netflix and chill’? I kind of know what netflix is since I pay for my children’s account. I don’t really understand what that saying is and I’ve been hearing it a lot lately.” He looked at me seriously. 

“Well I um… Well…” I struggled to find the right words.

“Well?”

“Well….” I leaned in towards him because I didn’t want others around us to hear what I had to say. I gesture for him to get close to me and he complied. “Well it means… Well it’s like you know how you can ask someone to come over to watch a movie? So they come over, and once they’re there you don’t actually watch the movie and do other stuff…”

“What other stuff? Like a board game? Why would you invite someone over for a movie and not watch a movie? If you wanted to do other stuff we could do other stuff. Just say what you want.” He said softly matching my soft tone. 

Holy shit. Endeavor you are clueless. I thought to myself. You gotta be fucking kidding me. 

“So okay let's say I message you over text, yeah?” He nodded at me. “If I message you, and I write ‘wanna netflix and chill?’ it doesn’t normally mean that. It means wanna come over and like make out half way through the movie. And so, saying that has come well known that it now has ironic meaning. Like what I said earlier I was joking about it. I actually meant watching a movie. Does that make sense?” I realized I was rambling, so I tried to stop myself. I could see his face a get a little pink when he I said make out. 

“So… So you don’t wanna watch a movie with me?” He leaned away from our little huddle we created briefly. 

“No, I do! I do wanna watch a movie. I’m sorry if that wasn’t clear. I was trying to make a joke and It clearly didn’t land well. I’m sorry!” My face got hot and my heart started beating faster. I felt overwhelmed with this conversation. I felt like a fish tossed onto land. I don’t know where I was going with any of this. I wanted to make a good impression and get Endeavor to laugh a little. 

“I see, I see.” He nodded and started to poke at his lunch again. 

“Well, we don’t have to do that. We could go get coffee and just talk, or something else.” I was starting to feel like I was planning for a date and I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. “We could get coffee. Then maybe walk around a craft center and look around for stuff to do?” 

“Hmmm… Maybe… I don’t really like going out to stores and people realizing who I am” He took a bite of his food after replying to me. Watching him eat gave me an idea.

“Oh wait, I have even better idea!!! Why don’t we cook something together? Cooking is a hobby!” I spoke excitedly. “We could make food that means a lot to us, or maybe something we both never had? I could buy the food, so you don’t have to go to any store or anything.” 

“I like that plan better.... I do have a decent size kitchen we could use.”

“Prefect! We can message each other later for the time and what to make!” I quickly clap my hands in excitement. “Oh this is gonna be fun!” I smiled wide and I could feel my teeth were showing.

“Hmmm” Endeavor smiled back at me and kept eating. Another pause happened while eating more. I took the time to open up the small bag of chips I had. Far more filling than the salad. 

“So…” Endeavor broke the silence this time. “I was wondering...” 

“Yes?” 

“If I’m not mistaken you don’t have anywhere else to go for this conference. Would like to company me then? I mean since I don’t have anyone to talk to and it seems like you might not as well… So I thought… Um.” He started to fumble at the end. 

“Sure!” I cut him off to stop his fumbling. “I’ll warn you tho. I might be talkative now but I’m actually really quiet most of the time.” 

“I’m the same way… Something about you makes it easy to talk. So I don’t mind I guess.” He looked away shyly. I smiled at him when he made that comment. The air was filled with excitement as we continued to chat with one another. It was going to be a long and fun day with him here.

[zwiezraczek]

6 + 1 Underground [Four x OC/reader] Chapter 6

SUMMARY: Sasha is a Polish girl, with a strange past. She has various skills, driving amongst others. So she becomes Eight. And you know that Four plus Four is Eight…

CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3 - CHAPTER 4 - CHAPTER 5 - CHAPTER 6: Eight’s Feelings

Sasha shares her thoughts and somehow finds comfort in a friend.

WORDS: 2.3k

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Sasha looked up at the sky, the day was intense. The late afternoon sun bathed her skin as she sat on the edge of the backrest of the bench the three of them were on. Seven was smoking his third cigarette by the time, and its smoke spread around her, perfuming her hair that she had let out of the shawl earlier. How uncomfortable she felt in that flowery dress. She regretted not changing her outfit before the coming of the guys to be totally at ease, but now it was too late and she had no intention to go up and to listen to One rambling and screaming – as she did in the car, while driving.

“Is One always such a pain in the ass when you're going on missions,” she finally asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence they were in for about ten minutes now.

“He's even worse than that,” Four snapped before Seven could actually answer, which made him laugh and cough at the same time. “Let's be real mate, he's absolutely a pain in the ass!”

“I can only agree,” Seven commented, after this coughing moment. “I heard about Florence, your first mini-mission,” Seven said and Four simply nodded, “and I was here after Hong Kong... Yeah, he's absolutely a pain in the ass.”

“Great to know,” Sasha sighed, throwing her head back in annoyance. “He's always so 'leave them alone, they'll be fine' too?” This question burned her lips since the moment he told her to not worry about Four, about a teammate. Her new family. And family is to be protected. Especially when this family is the only link to the living world.

“Left me behind two times, once he came to rescue me,” Four whispered, looking down on his feet on the bench. Sasha could hear sadness in his voice, and she looked at him for longer than intended. Seven threw his cigarette in the sand. “Wanker...”

“Buddy, you remember Hong Kong,” Seven asked before putting his hand on Four's shoulder and Four's puppy eyes rose to look at him. “The boat in the last deadly mission? The desert situation? The infiltration? This morning?”

“Always you,” Four snapped, and she felt hurt. So he didn't even notice that she wanted to put a bullet into One's head. And then it struck her. 'Again'. This was what Seven said to her, 'we won't leave him again'. Sasha remembered how mad she felt in that moment, how her blood boiled for somebody wanting to let one of their teammates behind, how it pissed her off. “No offense,” Four said looking at her before turning back to Seven, “but nobody seemed to care this morning. Fuck me if I'm wrong but...”

“I did,” Sasha interrupted him abruptly. She looked into his eyes with her pale blue ones, and she couldn't seize the emotion in them. Confusion? Gratefulness? Happiness?

“She told Five that if One tells another time that he leaves you behind she'd kill him,” Seven completed and Four seemed absolutely lost. He had lost contact with all of them after the explosion, and he knew that only Seven would look after him during the mission – dragging Three with him. But he never expected Eight to be on his side. But he should have. “That was a power move, girl,” he commented, presenting her his fist to bump it and she gladly did it.

“Nice to know that others care,” Four whispered, ashamed of his assumption about her. She looked back at him, her hand on his shoulder now, and she smiled.

“People do care,” Eight assured, with a comforting smile on her face. “We're not bloody murderers.”

“Three was,” Seven jokingly commented and Sasha just rolled her eyes before looking at him.

“You're ruining the comforting emotional moment now, Seven,” she complained with a chuckle before taking her hand off Four's shoulder and joining her hands.

“My friend, often told me so,” Seven said, a faint smile on his face before looking at her, eyes lighted up. “You heard the story about my friend who cried his eyes out during my funeral and made a full show so One couldn't stand it and made me leave my own funeral?”

“He what,” Sasha repeated, amused by the description of his friend but mostly for One's annoyance.

“This story never fails to make me laugh,” Four said and straightened his back.

“So basically, the guy cried when he watched the Barbie Swan Lake when we were little, no joke,” Seven began with enthusiasm. And for a second, Sasha spaced out.

Ballet. Ballerinas. She missed dancing sometimes. Whenever the subject was brought up, she could feel her whole body tense. She remembered every move she once made, every feeling she had, her mother's eyes too. Sasha tried to focus on Seven's words, but the more she wanted to forget, the more her brain tried to remember. Not too attentively, she listened to Seven's story, smiled and tried to hide the best she could her sad expression.

How she wished to be fifteen again, and to feel her mother's hand on her shoulder.

“You're alright Eight?” Four's voice brought her back to the world of the living, not letting her fully drift away.

“Yes, yes,” she quickly replied, with a little smile. “I spaced out for a moment, nothing to worry about.”

“Still the mission on your mind,” Seven asked, his hand reaching for another cigarette.

“Yeah and... Ballet,” she finally admitted. The words hurt as they came out of her throat. She couldn't believe that she brought this subject herself.

“People tend to block on that part, believe me, Four also did,” Seven said mockingly as Four just slap his back in response which made Seven laugh even more.

“Well, I used to do ballet.” Here she was, sharing her life with these people. This was the fault of the French sunset, its orange colors and the breeze caressing her cheeks.

“Like, ballet ballet,” Four asked, and Sasha rolled her eyes with a smile.

“Yeah, you know, the parkour but you do all in ballet shoes and you bleed and basically you know, nothing too heavy,” she replied with a smirk before Seven picked up on that.

“This explains a lot about you,” and she looked at him, a little bit confused, “you are disciplined and reckless, and you look angelic.” This was literally the first time somebody associated what she did with discipline first, and not being fragile. Not being someone to take care of, but someone who could take care of themselves, someone who was reckless.

“The perfect combo to become a good driver,” she laughed, not being able to hide how happy she was about Seven not judging her fragile.

“The perfect combo to become a good person,” Four added, and Sasha just looked at him, struck by what he just said. This was sweet and kind. His eyes were shining, he was probably grateful and she smiled, thankful.

~~~

Sasha spent the night talking with Five, both of them venting about One – who clearly felt better now – and his mood swings that both of them had to experience during that day. Laying one next to the other, they exchanged bed secrets just like the ladies did a long time ago. Sasha spoke about her mother even more than usual, mentioning how Seven talked about ballet today and how it brought back some memories to her.

How vivid her mother's expression was. How vivid her mother's eyes were in front of hers. How painful it was to feel this way again, as she was so far from home, far from where her heart stayed. She hid her mouth under the blankets, as Five looked at her with a tender smile. Sasha had found somebody who would listen to her, somebody she could listen to, somebody she wouldn't be ashamed to tell what she felt. Five became her friend. And she would never exchange this soul sister for anything in the world. She smiled as she looked at her, and Five giggled as she snuggled against hair. Amelia. Her name was Amelia. This was what One never wanted, but they became like sister in so little time, able to kill one for the other, protecting one another, living and dying for each other. Just like with Marta; but here, she could only rely on Amelia and that was everything she needed now.

~~~

“Eastern Europe, prostitution, kidnapping and killing,” One began to say as Sasha crossed her arms on her chest looking at him, she almost rolled her eyes.

“You're making a podcast for a lame tv channel,” Four commented, sitting on the table of their headquarters – as One wanted them to call the room in which they had everything for their work.

“Millenial, don't you interrupt the...”

“Boomer,” Sasha asked, and One gave her a death glare which made Two chuckle and Amelia just sat there, trying to not laugh too much.

“Will do as if millenials weren't trying to sabotage my plan,” One commented before looking back at the screen and clicking on it to show them the picture of a woman: Mila Babicheva.

Target number two. She was the government, the puppet master and a killer queen with gunpowder and amphetamine. Sasha had heard about her back then, when Piotr spoke about a new deal with the Russian mafia, but she never really paid attention to it and eventually Piotr seemed to let the idea go. And now, she heard about her crimes – or she truly acknowledged them, because before joining the savior crew, she had no real problem knowing that people killed people because of interest, no, but then she saw the sad truth One presented during his powerpoint presentation. She saw the girls being saved by some policemen, the ones kidnapped to work in nice neon pink houses without having the chance to see the light again, she saw the poverty the government made, she saw the pain in people's eyes. She saw whatever she refused to see because of her hate for her father. She saw what she was once part of and she was ashamed. Her mother would be ashamed.

So she joined the Ghosts. And now had to listen to One, in the desert they came back in after their mission in Paris and the information Two and Three managed to collect with the usb key. The Lady in Rouge, she seemed to like French. She owned everything from the air the people breathed to the vodka they drank – Four found that cliché, but totally accurate. Her puppets were docile, and everybody seemed do love and respect her – just like you love the person who can kill you with a snap of a finger. And there was the plan: infiltration of the said mafia. Not a big deal, not until One revealed who he wanted to be the infiltrates.

“So who you're sending for the local mafia queen,” Seven asked, furrowing his eyebrows and looking at Sasha and at One one after the other.

“National nationalist mafia queen,” One quickly corrected before changing the slides, “besides we can't do this Murat style because she has a strong fanbase...”

“Did he just used the word fanbase,” Four asked, looking at Sasha who just rose her shoulders.

“So I'm sending Two,” he continued and Two shook her golden hair in agreement.

“Nice, always dreamed about being a Slav girl,” she said with a smirk and Three winked at her.

“Trial by fire, Eight you're going in.” Sasha fluttered her eyelashes in astonishment. What had he in mind by sending her back to the mafia which was so close to her home country? She looked at Amelia, slightly confused but when she gave her a reassuring smile, she relaxed a bit.

“Nice to be back in the business,” she commented before looking closely at the picture of the woman with red hair.

“Four you're enrolled too,” One continued, throwing at Four a beanie he had next to him for no apparent reason – probably because Four stopped listening. “You'll be the fool card, the free man, blah blah,” One continued gesturing at him.

“Wanker,” Four commented under his breath.

“Three, Five and Seven – odd numbers – are staying here with me. Not to be touchy or whatever but you guys are too... Exotic.” Five arched an eyebrow, staring at him.

“Exotic,” she repeated.

“That sounds racist,” Seven added.

“Some Eastern people tend to be racist,” Sasha replied, not too proudly and Four slightly nodded in agreement. “A loud minority, skinheads we call them and usually they have close ties with the mafia.” She looked at Five with a caring look, what horrible things mafia could have done to her if she was in. “Besides, with Four we know more or less the Slav area, we'll just need to give the memo to Two.”

“Perfect,” she said, detangling her blonde hair with her fingers as Three put a hand on her shoulder.

“So, now we have a plan,” One concluded. “But, for the moment we need more information about the whole thing, how to introduce you to the mafia, to build your personas...”

“Count on me, papi,” Three said with a large smile on his lips. This guy had some ideas.

[s-trawberryv-eins]

Have We Met?

NOT MY GIF

Have We Met? 

Summary: Caroline Stark and Bucky Barnes meet for the first time. Again.

Warnings: funeral flashbacks, mentions of grief, injury

Please read here before reading!

Stark!OC x Bucky Barnes

Word count: 1285

A/N: I despise the ending of this. It may change. Apologies 😊

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CAROLINE’S LAB

AVENGERS COMPOUND

UPSTATE NEW YORK

In the months after her father’s funeral, Caroline threw herself into her work. Every waking moment was spent in the lab or in her workshop. A great deal had been lost during the Battle of Earth, so she worked tirelessly to replace it.

After the battle, Dr Banner returned to the compound, and a fast friendship grew between the two geniuses. They both saw Tony in the other, both a comfort and a curse. They worked together on many a project, both new and old. Bruce had even been the one to persuade her to see a therapist after it became apparent that she struggled to adapt after being resurrected to a new world.

However, since Caroline had been forced to reveal her true identity, she saw less and less of the professor, and found herself quite isolated. Pepper caught on, eventually sending Morgan on missions of her own: Project Cheer Sissy Up, as they called it. The youngest Stark took her solo missions very seriously, of course, going so far as to request her very own lab coat and goggles.

It was a mid-April evening, and the girls were busying themselves with their respective tasks when FRIDAY spoke up, startling Morgan.

“Good evening, girls-“ A gasp interrupted the AI.

“You made me colour outside the lines, FRI!” Whined the smallest Stark, earning a chuckle from her sister.

"Apologies, Miss. Sergeant Barnes requests access Doctor." Tearing her eyes away from the screen in front of her, Caroline studied the look on Morgan’s face. Her head was tilted, and her brows were drawn together in confusion.

“But Caroline, I’m working.” Unable to stop herself from smiling if she tried, the doctor jumped out of her seat to plant a kiss on the girl’s head.

“Let him in, Friday, thanks." Barnes had never stopped by before, not that she could blame him. Banner usually helped when needed. The super-soldiers trust issues were all but world famous. It didn't come as a surprise to her that he avoided the one who lied about who she is.

As the door was pushed open, only Bucky’s head appeared, lingering in the doorway as a sheepish look appeared on his face. “I’m sorry to bother you. I’d normally to go Bruce, but he said this is a little ways out of his expertise.”

“Come in, Sergeant, take a seat. What exactly is the – oh.” Barnes stepped out from behind the door, revealing his vibranium arm. The arm itself was a nonissue for her. Knowing his story, and being surrounded by robot tech all her life, she didn’t bat an eyelid. What she wasn’t prepared for, however, was a vibranium arm all but dragging along the floor behind him. Entirely disconnected from its socket, hanging on lamely by a few wires, she jumped forward and grabbed it, supporting it herself rather than risking the wires breaking.

“Shit!” Both adults turned on their heels to face the child, who was staring at the arm with wide eyes before dissolving into a fit of giggles.

“Who taught you that?” There was a long pause.

“Mom.”

“It was Dad, wasn’t it?” With a fond roll of her eyes, she offered an apology to Bucky who only chuckled at the whole exchange. Gesturing to a seat, she placed the robotic limb on the table between them and gathered her tools before taking a seat herself.

“I’m sorry for never really introducing myself,” the solider began as Caroline began to work at replacing the broken fixtures and mending the wires. "I'm sorry for never offering my condolences after your-“

“It’s fine.” She cut him off before the words could even form on his tongue, eyes flicking over to her busy mini-me. "thankyou, but, it’s fine. I didn’t really expect any of you would want to talk to me again anyway." An icy tension clouded above them, both unsure what to say.

“I saw you.” Keeping his voice low as to not alert the child of the subject of their conversation, he continued. “I saw you at the funeral. Afterwards, I think. You were sat on a bed upstairs. I, uh, got lost.” Caroline had stilled, her movements frozen as he recalled that October day. The worst day of her life, she’d decided. At least when Pepper returned from the battle to break the news to her children she didn’t need to hide. The memory singed into her brain. Limbs tangled together in an attempt to keep each other glued together. Hoarse voices, shattered hearts, tear stained everything. At the funeral she’d stayed hidden. Blended in, not made a scene. Only Pepper witnessed the aftermath of this decision late that night, when the guests had departed.

“You were crying, but everyone was so I guess I didn't think much of it. If I’da known, Caroline…” Blue eyes search for brown, but she refused to look away from his arm, not confident in her ability to hold it together.

"I shouldn’t have been there. Not after everything…” the stifled sob that fell from her lips shut him up. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he was talking about. The Winter Solider had murdered her grandparents’ way back when. In the years since finding out about it, she'd never figured out how to fell about it.

“Please, Sergeant.” Her voice was weak and she cursed herself for it. “not whilst my sister is here.” Willing herself to meet his eyes, she was taken about by the guilt that visibly tormented him. In an attempt to lessen the unease, she smiled gently, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Let’s get you fixed up. Fancy telling me how you’ve shredded some of the best tech I’ve ever seen?” A smile appeared on both of their faces.

"Can I blame it on Sam?”

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2 HOURS LATER

Tools clattered loudly as they were tossed carelessly on to the table. "All finished. Next time you wanna tear your limbs off, do it in the morning so that I can go home on time." Her attempt at a harsh tone was betrayed by the smile that painted her lips. Pepper had collected Morgan a while ago, the two living a short drive from the compound.

“Let me walk you back?” Flexing his newly fixed bionic, Bucky pulled his t-shirt over his head. Caroline forced her eyes to remain on his face rather than drift towards his ridiculous torso. “It's the least I can do.”

“Sure. Thankyou.” Evidently, she’d been staring at his face a little too hard, the smirk on his face causing hers to flush pink. Turning on her heel towards the door, she addressed the AI and touched her warm cheeks gently, embarrassment obvious. “FRIDAY, please lock up behind us?”

“Of course. Goodnight, Doctor. Sergeant."

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Arriving outside her apartment door, Bucky leaned over the railing, looking through the glass wall of the fortress-like compound. "You can see our common room from here. That’s kinda cool.” The doctor observed as the soldier gazed around, the novelty of his home clearly still present.

“Thankyou for walking me back. I know you normally go to Banner for your arm, and if you want to keep it that way, it's totally fine, I get it,“ cringing at her own terrible rambling, Caroline sucked in a breath and started again. “My door is always open if you need anything. Dr Morgan and I would never say no to some extra company."

“Understood, Doctor. Goodnight." Remaining in the doorway until he was out of sight, she noted the sense of relief she felt after spending an evening with someone new. It was refreshing. Perhaps she would try again.