#fury x jammer

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Demostrando quien manda en la relación

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Chick's Dig Giant Robots

MEGAS (50 Point Quality)

Attributes Strength 25, Dexterity 7, Constitution 5, Perception 5 Size: 1 Armor Value: 150 Range: Inter-Stellar Speed: 64/1200 Acceleration: 5

Special Abilities: - Super Robot - Uncontrolled Powers - Flight - Increased Speed 5 - Increased Damage Capacity 12 - Increased Armor Value 5 - Shields 2 (AV 150, DC 800, vs. beam only) - Emergency Measures level 2 - Range (Inter-Stellar) - FTL Capacity: HyperSpace Window Jump gate - Regeneration (60 per turn) - Resupply Self 1- Advanced Nekketsu Engine - Radar/Space Radar

Weapons: All melee attacks have AP 2 if not otherwise listed. - Punch: (25 x 2) 50 Bash - The Double Duce: (27 x 3) 54 Bash - Kick: (26 x 2) 52 Bash - Flying Kick: (26 x 3) 78 Bash - Elbow Smash: (26 x 2) 52 Bash - Suplex: (25 x 2) 50 Bash, knocks down - Driver: (25 x 3) 75 Bash - Body Slam: (26 x 2) 52 Bash - Break Off: (25 x 4) 100 Bash - Fists of Fury: (+40) Fire damage to fists, Retractable - Beam Sword: (25 x 5) 125 Beam, Retractable - Missile Barrage: 150 Explosive, AP 5, Rapid Fire, Extreme Shots, Extreme Range - 2 x Wrist Blasters: 150 Beam damage, Rapid Fire, High Shots, Long Range - 2 x Rocket Punch: 100 Bash, AP 5, Extreme Shots, Medium Range - 2 x Headlight Beams 100 Beam, Short Range, Extreme shots, Fire Linked - Shockwave Attack/Dome of Destruction, 100 Plasma, Super Low Shots, melee range, 200m Radius - Hadou-Ken/Laser Blaster from 2 hands, 130 Plasma, Medium Shots, Medium Range - Chest Blaster/The Jammer 150 Plasma, Long Range, Super Low Shots

Total Cost: 400

A machine from the Black History, easily more than 160 years into the future, but likely far more. After the invasion of the Star Spawn of Cthulhu in full force in that future, a weapon was created that would have turned the tide some 10 years earlier. So, its creators sent it back in time to when it WOULD be useful... but it was damaged in a surprise attack, losing its head, and ended up being sent not to the10 years ago, but over 200 years ago. it under a heap of trash in New Jersey until being discovered by a man known only as Coop. Fixed it up rather well, and put in a hot rod in as its head, and gave it a complex control system that no one is sure quite how it works, but it does. One warrior from that time tried to retrieve it but brought an armada of space-spawn which were chasing her. Coop and the machine drove them off with surprising ease, but now trapped in this time, they lazily spend their days trying to get back to the future and fending off the occasional threat to New Jersey that spills from New York. This even managed to include a Replicator outbreak and the appearance of Gyaos. Coop and his friends also use it to cruise around the universe for no real reason and managed to piss off quite a few people and species (and make some friends) along the way. The advanced Nekketsu engine leaks and infects at 1/5th the normal rate of the earlier models.

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Stolen Worlds 1

Queen of Thieves: Takes place just after the MC breaks up with Nikolai.

Avengers: Takes place during The Winter Soldier, but with additional characters.

Unknown!Nick Fury x reader, (previous) Nikolai Stirling x reader, platonic!Natasha Romanoff x reader, (eventual) Steve Rogers x reader.

Things take a positive turn for Y/N’s mission to infiltrate Hydra, though when she meets a certain Captain America, of whom she’s not supposed to at all, will that complicate things if she lies about who she truly is? Or is Rumlow’s attraction towards her distracting enough?

Chapter One

Getting out of the Gilded Poppy was easier than expected if you don’t count the numerous calls and texts from them awaiting a response or a way to track her, thank god for signal jammers, while she transferred some necessary data and contacts she made on her adventure.

It came to even more of a surprise for her with Fury. “For a supposed dead man he sure has a lot of connections still.” Muttering to herself, she scuffled her way down to her newly found desk. Fury had managed to pull some strings for her to have a placement within the already infiltrated S.H.I.E.L.D.and her mission was to infiltrate Hydra. This was going to be fun for her. Working as a computer techie had its perks, she wouldn’t be going back in the field, something she asked for. That was the only part of their deal Fury had no light behind, but nevertheless respected her wishes and privacy, for once.

Y/N has put up with the most toughest of enemies in the past, going as far as to having torture them for information or to weasle her way in undercover missions, she hadn’t anticipated a certain Brock Rumlow to take her bait so quickly. She needed to be stealthy and cautious, he could be on to her and that was something she did not want to happen. It had taken a few rough months to gain the trust of him and others from Hydra for them to start confiding in her of updates. The other part of her mission was to feed the information to Captain America and Romanoff without being caught, so anonymity was vital.

The duo, who were doing their own investigations and schemes had recruited a Sam Wilson onto their team. Y/N was getting very anxious with their side of things, though the trio had no idea who she was going by the alias of Agent Z; it had given them great mixture of distrust in her. Which she fully understood, how couldn’t she?

Sighing for the upteenth time that day, she ignored another one of Remy’s calls. The Gilded Poppy were not giving up on her, concerned if she was alright. Luckily she kept one of her older phones that she used when she was doing spy work for the Organisation. Shuddering at the thought of her old life, she attempted at brushing it off, she needed to focus. Meeting with Rumlow was something she was getting used to alongside the odd gropes, but this meeting was different, she was finally meeting Alexander Pierce. Fury had stated his suspicions of him being the one to set the hit out on him. Hopefully this gave her more insight into the Winter Soldier.

Y/N was tactful, her advances in technology were made known to him, so she was silently praying that it would be enough to allow for more access to any classified issues. As she approached the end of the long hallway, Y/N felt one of her shifts hit stronger than normal. Someone was behind her, subtly changing her pace, she prepared for the worse when an arm slithered its way onto her waist, sending a grimy squeeze on her right side. Rumlow. Hiding her disgust she gave him a thin smile in greeting as a mischievous grin reciprocated.

“You know, after this, perhaps we could finally get some time alone.” The suggestion did intrigue her, she wasn’t new to sleeping with someone on the job, but for the safety of herself and revealing her true self she battled against it. “How about, you can jack off to the vision of me actually sleeping with you?” With that, she strode forward, forcing his grasp off her body to slip as the door opened and they both stepped inside. Before Brock could argue further with her, the sight of Pierce’s back was daunting enough to challenge him. “Sir.” The double agent coughed. Turning around ever so slowly, Pierce had a rather striking appearance, but Y/N was using her chance to to analyse him. So he’s the big boss man… well, I suppose it fits… She’d never met Pierce but has heard of him, from some brief talks with Fury in the past with liaisons between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Organisation. Again, stop thinking about that right now, you can’t fuck this up. 

“Ah, so you must be the famous Agent Z. Agent Rumlow has spoken highly of you and your skills.” The older man had the nerve to smile at her and be polite. “I wouldn’t say my work is anything special, sir.”

Deciding to act all humble about it was a smart move, his eyes lit up. Great he wants someone to manipulate. Pierce chuckled, rather sinisterly, “Oh, sweetheart, don’t put yourself down. You’re the best I have seen in a long time and trust me, I’ve been working here for a long time. Now,” flicking a switch, he triggered the holographic computer screen to appear as well shut off all doors and windows, making the room completely safe from eavesdroppers and trapping Y/N, “let’s begin, shall we?”

Gesturing for her to sit down, she did so as Rumlow stood directly behind her chair. Gulping nervously, Y/N kept her thoughts at bay. “I want to introduce you to something that will further you to work for the best of the best. Have you ever considered… joining Hydra? Now, before you argue with me, I am aware you do have a criminal past… odd jobs here and there within mobs and gangs, then progressing yourself to change your tune, into a good citizen of life. But, when I saw your application process through to S.H.I.E.L.D., I knew that you can’t resist this kind of life.”

Taking deep breaths, it was a lot to take in, she was worried that he caught for her more physical resume. All of her work for those mobs and gangs did underlay that she was doing hacking jobs for them. “Yes, sir… I guess you must have seen right through my lie there, I just… I didn’t know how to grab the attention.”

“My dear, you have caught mine. What would you say to assisting me in making the world a better place?”

—

Stopping at a coffee house, Y/N couldn’t resist the urge to sigh. She needed a break from everything. Luckily for her, she was granted a day off, something she thought would’ve been rejected given her area of expertise was close to what Hydra wanted. Pierce has probably allowed this to rope me in further. Distracted by her own thoughts, she hadn’t noticed a blond gentleman asking if the seat before her was free. Blinking up at the man, she noted the gentle, genuine smile that crawled on his lips. Returning a smile of her own she allowed him to take the seat, finally realising how quickly the coffee shop had filled. I need to focus… though her thoughts said so, the man before her thought otherwise.

He kept a conversation flowing, apologising if he had disturbed her from her work, then beginning to question on what she was doing. “I don’t mean to disturb you, but the look on your face is quite a sight ma’am.” He chuckled.

Shaking herself out of focus she fixed her attention on the blond, instant panic swept her. Shit, does he know who I am? Fuck fuck fuck, stay calm. “Ah, sorry, got a lot of uni work to catch up on. It’s hell.” Smiling and nodding along playfully she played along to his antics. “I bet it is. I’m Steve, what’s your name?”

Her eyes widened in horror as she finally took a moment to look at him. Shit, Captain America is right in front of me...

—

“You what? How on this damned earth could you have bumped into him Y/L/N!?” Fury’s voice resonated through the practically empty apartment she had supplied for him. The former director began pacing, almost wearing out his shoes and the floorboards beneath him.

“Well, it’s not as if I knew that was gonna happen Fury? Besides he didn’t recognise me and I gave an alias to him, so be glad I was able to think quick on my feet. What I want to know though, is why I can’t tell Captain Rogers that I am their mole in their little operation.”

“I can’t risk having anything happening to you. Let’s put it that way and it doesn’t help when you don’t want to be in the field and be stuck behind a screen all day.”

—

“Let me get this straight Rogers, you gave a stranger your actual name and just hoped she wasn’t Hydra?!” Natasha was not one to irritate, Steve learnt this quick, but now he had to face her wrath.

“Nat, I doubt she was Hydra. There was something about her…” He could already predict the scoff that slipped out of the woman’s mouth seconds later. “Listen, if this gets back to me badly, I’ll take the fall for it. Besides, you’re the one that wanted me to get back into the dating game. I can’t really lie to her and then tell her the truth when everything’s over.”

She knew he was right but she couldn’t go back and change the past. “Alright, but I’m telling you, anything bad happens because of this, then we’ll be royally fucked.”

—

Y/N was getting to a breaking point already. She was a bit rusty with this however, there’s too much violence for her liking. At least phase two was done for her. Though as she got to work and proved herself over and over, secretly storing information she perceived as valuable to taking them down, she couldn’t help but miss watching Zoe doing all the hacking things.

It gave her a break for certain, she wasn’t heavily relied on for the things she used to do and is currently doing now compared to when she was living the life of infamous luxury. But she did miss it. The image of Zoe tapping away on her phone when they were out and about, moving the cameras from seeing them as a group as they all pranced, planning or celebrating. The look on his face as he smiled at her, fingers slipping into her own, muttering something about not wanting to lose her from her excitedness.

A soft expression played itself onto her face as she daydreamed her now old life. Though it didn’t last long as the sound of a thud as coffee was placed on her desk rather abruptly, causing her to jump. “Looks like you could do with it.”

Rumlow. Again. The man had practically not left her side since, as if she was something he needed to protect. It made Y/N grimace at the thought of him wanting to do more with her, but she was glad that there were some rules that kept him from doing so, didn’t mean that he didn’t keep his distance. The only alone time she could grab alone time was when he had to deal with The Winter Soldier. From that, she managed to complete the USB stick to stash in a vending machine, in the hospital where Fury’s body lay. She almost got caught by a woman with reddish hair. She’d rather not have anyone know her identity or even recruit her to help with such physical tasks of anything. Preferring to play behind a screen, doing all the cleaner work, allowing the others to get their hands dirty.

The last thing Y/N needed was for her name to smudged once more. Her work had been proven useful for Hydra, no one had to question her anymore, though she doubt they would with Rumlow spreading that she’s ‘his girl’. It helped her get promoted to The Winter Soldier project eventually and that was when shit got real for her. Captain America’s best friend is the Winter Soldier. It was a simple search online, but that made her uneasy with how she could tread with this information.

Steve Rogers. He had a good physique and for a man that was rumoured to be unable to talk to women, he held his own quite well. She never expected for the next events to happen. It was all so sudden, plus she had barely even met the guy and she was already growing a crush. I guess that’s what happens when you literally watch from the sidelines to ensure the plan is going accordingly...

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Derby Girl

Viktor Drago x roller derby!Reader

Warnings: smut/18+ only, injuries?

A/N: So I had to completely rewrite the smut in order to make this work. So now I just have almost an entire Viktor smut scene lying around with nothing to go with it so there’s that. If you want to know more about Roller Derby you can watch this video from The Try Guys. It’s about 22 minutes but it’s very informative and funny. The roller derby in this is a bit sensationalized so if you are a derby player please bear with me.

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“Come on Viktor it’ll be fun.” His friends goaded as they dragged him along behind them.

This old rink had been run-down for what seemed like forever until last year when someone finally bought it and fixed everything up. It had basically turned into an attraction in their small town when it opened. The loud music, the neon lights, people of all ages just hanging out and having fun.

Except for weekend nights, those were bout nights and they were an even bigger attraction than the open skate nights. People lined up to get a front row seat to the matches. Most people were either just there because they were hoping for a fight to break out amongst the players or because they had a particular player they liked to ogle but there were a few, like Viktor’s friends who just enjoyed cheap beer and good competition.

When they got inside all they could hear was the Ramones playing through the speakers. They quickly moved through the crowd and got their beers before pushing their way to the front of the crowd so they could get Viktor a front row seat for his first match.

The lights and music turned down and spotlights danced across the rink. The announcer came out and started speaking into the microphone. He welcomed everyone to the match and announced the teams.

“First out is the Rose City Rollers, who are here all the way from the USA!” His voice boomed through the building, the crowd cheering in response with each player’s name being read off the list.

Once the first team was on the track, your team was announced.

“And next we have our undefeated home team the White Night Furies! First out is HULKKKKK!” The announcer started to get really hype now.

You fist bumped your lead jammer and she popped her mouth guard in before rolling out onto the track and waving to the roaring crowd.

“Oh captain, my captain, next out is the Duchess of Pain!” He called your derby name and you rolled out into the rink and up to your teammate, waving to everyone as you passed by.

When you stopped at the starting line you finally turned to the crowd and actually took a good look at them. For the most part it was all the same faces that you usually saw. While derby was an attraction for this otherwise boring and small town, the sport definitely still only attracted a certain kind of crowd. As your eyes scanned the crowd they landed on him.

You knew who he was, everyone knew who he was. He was Viktor fucking Drago. And he was staring right at you. Your vision began to tunnel and everything else started to tune out as you both stared at each other for a few moments. He didn’t seem particularly thrilled about being there but he also didn’t seem mad about it either. You were actually finding him incredibly hard to read but you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

Your teammates rolled by and patted your helmet, knocking you out of your hypnotic state. You shoved your mouth guard in and turned around, getting ready for the bout to start. The whistle blew and your jammer started squeezing between the blockers as she forced her way out in front. She took off skating and you ducked through the crowd and followed close behind her, pushing away other blockers who were trying to bump her off the track.

By the time half time came the match had been eventful for the crowd but nothing special for your team. You were up by 15 as you stayed off to the side and tried to watch the show. But you couldn’t help yourself as your eyes started to drift through the crowd again to see if he was still there.

Viktor was laughed as his friends shoved him playfully. They were giving him a hard time for getting as into the bout as he had. He had been cheering every time your jammer pushed through the pack and booed when the other team hip checked a blocker a little too hard. He hadn’t even been looking forward to the bout, his friends had just dragged him along but seeing how much you and the rest of the women seemed to be enjoying the game had unexpectedly changed his mind.

You continued to study him from afar until something caught your attention from the corner of your eye. The other team was huddled around talking, and every-so-often they would turn to look at you. Just from the brief glance you bothered to give them, you could tell they were up to something. You turned around to your team and pulled them in for your own huddle.

“Something’s about to go down. Stay sharp and keep an eye out for anything weird.” You told them.

The second half started about the same as the first half. You trailed behind your jammer, keeping an eye on the other team when out of nowhere you spotted 2 of them coming up behind you quickly. You tapped your jammer on the shoulder indicating to her to speed up. You transitioned to skating backwards as you faced the blockers coming your way and attempted to stop them but they didn’t seem as interested in Hulk as you had thought.

One of the blockers came up on your left, hip checking you in the back of your leg as she passed. The other blocker who was a few paces behind her didn’t seem nearly as considerate of the contact zones and basically gut punched you while your footing was off, sending you rolling to the bottom of the bank.

The crowd gasped as you rolled down to the center of the rink. You groaned as you felt a sharp pain to your ribs. You could hear the distant sounds of your teammates calling for skater down and getting mad at the refs for not seeing the foul.

You managed your way onto your hands and knees as you breathed through the pain. Not that this was the worst injury you had gotten but getting hurt doesn’t really get any easier. You lifted up your head just in time to see the second blocker coming back around. You could almost feel your eyes turn red and fumes coming out of your ears as though you were some sort of cartoon character.

You shot up off the ground and barreled your way towards her so quickly she didn’t even see you coming until you finally collided with her so hard you shoved her over the railing and into the laps of Viktor’s friends. The drunken men sat there mouths agape for a second before bursting out into raucous cheering.

The ref’s whistle blew and you were called for penalty time for what was obviously an illegal hit but you didn’t care. She started it after all. You just wished you had done more.

Your response to the other team’s flippant disregard for your safety and the safety of others on the track seemed to have sent the right message and the game ended without another incident and ended in your significant favor.

You took your time changing in the bathroom after the game even though you were just putting on sneakers. You poked at the already prominent bruise on your ribs and winced in pain. You had also managed to obtain a nice little shiner by accident when a rookie skater flailed when they fell instead of falling small. But it looked like those issues were going to be a problem for tomorrow you. You threw your coat on and grabbed your bag and made your way outside where your friends were waiting for you.

You immediately walked up to Hulk and laid your head on her shoulder, not even realizing who she was talking to beforehand. She laughed and pushed you off.

“Hey hot stuff, how you feeling?” She joked, grabbing your face and poking the bruise.

“Come on, don’t be a bitch.” You sneered, pulling away from her.

“Whatever, you coming out with us?” She rolled her eyes and shrugged.

“Us?” You whispered as you realized there were others standing around her.

You turned your head to see Viktor and his friends standing off to the side. They all had huge smiles on their faces as they waved at you, except for Viktor who still seemed reserved.

“Or do you need to go to the ER?” She questioned, looking you over as you adjusted your bag on your shoulder awkwardly.

“What? No, I’m fine.” You brushed her off.

You heard the footsteps next to you but didn’t even think about who they belonged to until a large hand gripped your side and squeezed. You screamed and swung your fist around, landing a punch on the chest of whoever was holding you.

“I know a cracked rib when I see one.” He looked down at you, an almost smile on his face, like you hadn’t just hit him as hard as you could.

“Go to the hospital.” She crossed her arms and glared at you.

You in turn glared at Viktor who seemed unthreatened and unbothered.

“They aren’t going to do anything. Just give me an x-ray and tell me to rest.” You tried to argue.

“GO!” She insisted, grabbing your shoulders and turning you around before shoving you away from her.

You stomped your foot and whined, looking at her over your shoulder.

“I’ll call you later and I expect to be told how it went.” She called back to you as she started walking away.

You sighed, and conceded before hailing a cab and heading to the hospital.

2 hours and several x-rays later, they told you exactly what you expected to hear and basically wasted your time and money.

The wind outside picked up and you pulled your jacket closer while you tried to type your location into uber. Suddenly a truck pulls up in front of you and parks before the passenger door swings open.

“Thought you could use a ride.” Viktor called out from the driver’s side.

You hesitated for a moment, not sure about getting into a car with a man who you only knew stories about but if it meant you saved a couple bucks and didn’t have to stand in the cold then it had to be better than your current situation.

You climbed into the truck and closed the door behind you, immediately relaxing as the warmth of the inside overtook you.

“How did you even know I was done?” You questioned, pulling out your phone so you had somewhere to look.

“I was waiting for you.” He shrugged.

You looked up from your phone and stared at him. “Well that’s not creepy,” you said sarcastically.

Viktor looked startled as he looked back between you and the road.

“What? No, no, it’s just…I just…” He tried to explain as he got more and more flustered.

“Should I be concerned?” You teased as you watched his face grow bright red.

“No, no. I felt bad.” He finally managed to get out. “I was the reason your friend made you go so I thought I would make it up to you.”

You nodded in response. “Didn’t you want to stay out with your friends?”

“I have training tomorrow.” He shrugged again but gave no more explanation. “So…do you want to tell me where to go?” He looked over and smiled at you as you suddenly realized you were still in the hospital parking lot.

“Oh shit, right.” You fumbled with your phone as you pulled up directions to your place while he laughed quietly at you.

It was quiet for a little while between you two as he drove you home, with only the sound being your phone’s navigation system.

“So it is always that crazy?” He asked.

“What?” You looked up as his voice pulled you out of your day dream. “Oh the bout, right. Yeah sometimes, I guess. Those women took it a little too far tonight. But things happen, we get hurt all the time. It’s not a big deal. One of the girls broke her collarbone in a bad fall just last week.”

You looked over at Viktor who was looking at you like you were crazy.

“What?! You’re a fighter, it’s literally your job to get hurt. How is that any different?” You huffed, crossing your arms then immediately regretting it as you put pressure on your rib.

Viktor reached over and touched your arm gently as you winced.

“You have to be more careful.” He whispered, pulling your arms apart.

You watched him carefully as he laid your arm on the armrest. His hands were rough like you expected them to be but his touch was so soft.

Silence fell over you both once again. You sat there rubbing the crick in your neck awkwardly for the remaining few minutes until Viktor pulled into your driveway. You went to reach for the door but he stopped you and asked you to wait. He got out of the truck and walked around, opening the door for you and grabbing your bag. He held out his hand and helped you out of the passenger side.

“Viktor it’s just a cracked rib, I’m not made of porcelain.” You laughed as he walked you to your door.

“I know, I just wanted to make sure you were alright.” He said quietly while not making eye contact.

You sighed and looked him over before unlocking your door.

“Come on.” You waved your hand calling him inside behind you.

“Oh, uh, I shouldn’t.” He hesitated.

“Nonsense, you did a nice thing for me, now I’m doing a nice thing for you. Come inside, I’ll make you some coffee for your ride home.” You insisted, pulling on his arm.

You took off your coat and tossed it to the side while Viktor followed you to the kitchen, setting your bag down on a table for you before pulling up a chair. You filled the coffee maker then leaned against the counter and began rubbing your neck once again.

“Are you okay?” He asked from the chair.

“Yeah, I’m fine, I think I just pulled something tonight. It’s not a big deal.” You replied, letting your head fall back as you found the knot in your muscle.

You heard the chair move across the floor then felt Viktor’s intense body heat in front of you.

“Here, let me help.” He said softly.

You hesitated but turned your back to him, putting your hands on the counter as you tried to relax. He placed one hand on the small of your back while his other hand found its way to the the spot where you had been rubbing. He started with squeezing your shoulder then he would run the heel of his palm down your shoulder blade and back up before his thumb found a spot just to the side of your spine that seemed to be the source of your pain. His thumb dug into the muscle in a circular motion and you couldn’t help but to let out a little moan. He took a step closer to you but you couldn’t tell if it was because he was just really focused on getting this knot out of your back or if he just wanted to be closer to you.

You decided to take a chance so you took a step back towards him. Your bodies just barely touching. Viktor’s hand on your lower back started to drift until it was sitting on the side of your hip. His hand was now running up and down the length of your back as you felt him take a step forward which also pushed you forward.

You stood against the edge of the counter, Viktor’s hot breath in your ear speeding up as you started to grind your ass against him. His hand left your back and trailed across and up your stomach until it cupped your breast over the sports bra you were still wearing.

You could feel Viktor’s cock pressing against your ass now so you started to pull on your shorts, getting them down to your knees where you were able to shimmy out of them the rest of the way. Viktor reached for the hem of your shirt, moving quickly to pull it off until he heard you hiss in pain.

“Shit, shit, I’m so sorry.” He apologized, running his hand gently over the fresh bruise.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, just don’t stop now.” The words spilled out of your mouth and were much whinier and needier than you intended them to be.

You finished taking your shirt off then Viktor very carefully helped you take off your bra as he was much more concerned about your ribs than you were at the moment. Then he quickly followed suit with his own shirt, tossing it aimlessly to the ground with the other articles of clothing.

Viktor ran his hands over your bare back, letting his thumbs dig in just a little as they rubbed your sore muscles. You moaned again, pressing your ass even harder against him. You could feel him reach between the two of you as he began to undo his pants. You turned around, taking the waist of his pants and underwear in your hands as you pulled them down while you dropped to your knees in front of him.

He looked down at you, smirk on his face as he looked over the messy makeup still smeared across your face from the bout. He reached down and brushed his thumb across your lips. You of course in turn took his thumb in your mouth and sucked on it, while looking up at him through your lashes. He let out a whimper as you released his thumb and took his thick, hard cock in your hand. You licked a long stripe up the underside of the shaft before taking just the head in your mouth and sucking on it. Viktor brushed your hair out of your face and held it back for you while you brought your hand up, gripping the base of his cock as you took the rest of your mouth, bobbing your head up and down on it, taking as much of it in your mouth as you could.

Viktor’s chest heaved up and down as he enjoyed every second of watching spit drip down your chin while your lips remained tightly wrapped around his cock. Your other hand traveled up his thigh and scratched lightly across the soft skin, making him tense under your touch.

Finally Viktor had enough. He grabbed you arm and pulled you to your feet, spinning you around and pushing you back up against the counter. He spread your feet apart just enough before thrusting deep into you. You let out a guttural moan as his cock hit your g-spot over and over again and stretched you just right. You tried to pull yourself up on the counter just a little so you could be at a better height for him. Viktor noticed what you were trying to do so he grabbed your hips and helped lift you up as you lay your chest down on the cold counter in front of you.

Viktor ran his hands up and down the back of your thighs as he took a moment to recollect himself but then he was right back at it. He thrust into you once again. This time one hand reached underneath you, rubbing your clit with his fingers while the other gripped your ass. You arched your back, pushing your ass up a little as the feeling became overwhelming in the best way. Pleasure flooded your body as you felt your cunt tense around his cock and your wetness dripped down the inside of your thighs. Viktor groaned loudly, lurching forward as his grip on your ass tightened meaning he had fallen over the edge not long after you and you were both able to ride it out almost alongside each other.

When you were done, Viktor took a step back, putting his hands on the counter to hold him up as he caught his breath. You slid off the counter but were still cage in by his arms and body.

“Well, that escalated quickly.” You tried to joke.

Viktor just looked at you and shook his head.

“I feel like I should state that when I invited you in for coffee, like I really did just mean coffee, I didn’t intend for this to turn into something out of a shitty porno.” You just kept digging the hole deeper.

Viktor laughed this time at your poor attempt at a joke.

He finally let go of the counter and reached down to pull his pants up and grabbing your clothes. You both put your shirts back on and you pulled up your panties. Just when you looked back up Viktor leaned down and gave you a gentle peck on the cheek.

“Are you alright? I didn’t grab your ribs again did I?” He asked, as he ran the back of his hand over where the bruise was.

“I’m fine.” You smiled at him, your cheeks growing surprisingly hot.

He placed his hands back on the counter behind you and leaned over so you were eye-to-eye.

“I was worried you were going to hurt yourself when you wanted up on the counter.” He laughed again.

His laugh was so deep it reverberated through his chest and it was like you could feel it in you and it sent tingles up your spine. You were not expecting this.

“Then why did you help me up?” You giggled.

“You seem stubborn.” He beamed at you like he was giving you a compliment.

“That may be one of the nicer words people use to describe me, yeah.” You bit your lip and held your breath.

He laughed again. “I’m sure it is.”

Silence fell over you both as you just stared at one another.

“I know you’re busy tomorrow but what are you doing the day after?” You asked sheepishly.

His smile grew bigger. “I have work and training but if you’re able to, I’d love to see you on my lunch break.”

“It’s a date.” This time it was your turn to give him a peck on the cheek. “And I’ll be sure to bring coffee that I didn’t burn.”

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[buzzdixonwriter]

The Obligatory Scene

Rarely used in writing classes today, when it is used the term obligatory scene typically refers to the plot’s climax.

No.

The obligatory scene, when one appears, is crucial in resolving the character/s arc and setting up the action for the actual climax of the story.

Most movies and books and comics don’t have obligatory scenes.

That’s because most movies and books and comics are crap.

They’re little more than a series of set pieces (if we’re generous; clichés if not) arbitrarily strung together.

Most movies and books and comics will have something like this:

MARY SUE Guys, this is our time! We have got to do this thing!

-- but that’s still arbitrary cliché crap.

The character says it because other characters have said similar things in similar stories and audiences seem to like it.

By and large, it’s typically empty rhetoric:  Sound and fury, spoken by an idiot, signifying nothing.

A true obligatory scene explains why a thing is going to happen, but it almost never directly describes the thing itself.

In The Guns Of Navarone the obligatory scene is the execution of the spy. 

The spy themselves is actually one of the least important points of the story.

What’s important is what the team -- now with a new less-than-100%-trustworthy leader, filled with flakes and oddballs at odds with themselves and each other -- is going to do about it.

Not just what they are going to do, but why.

Killing the spy is accomplished with a single shot, over in the blink of an eye, and easily the least violent act in a 2 ½ hour long movie filled with crashing airplanes, exploding ships, massive firefights, and two big mammy-jammer cannons that can blow a battleship out of the water from miles away.

The scene makes all of the team members invested in the climax of the plot. 

They will infiltrate that impenetrable fortress and blow those guns to smithereens because they now all share some degree of complicity in the mission.

No escape, no retreat, no surrender.

And mind you, the actual destruction of the eponymous guns is still over an hour away.

In Heat the obligatory scene is a cup of coffee shared by two professionals -- one a cop, the other a crook.

They don’t talk about anything that we’ve seen in the movie. 

They don’t talk about what’s going to happen next.

They talk about themselves, who they are, why they do the things they do.

And they discover they like each other.

They share a very real, not at all begrudging respect for each other, professional to professional.

But they also know that despite this, they are professionals, each true to their own professional code.

And if -- when! -- those codes put them in direct opposition to one another, no amount of respect will stop either from pulling the trigger.

In Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid the obligatory scene is over with in a breath.

Etta, Sundance’s girl, says she’s going back to America, she’s not going to stay in Bolivia.

Earlier she told Sundance that she would do anything for him except be there to watch him die.

Butch and Sundance know this.

But they also know themselves, and they know they are incapable of changing, and they know they will stay in Bolivia and die.

In The Godfather the obligatory scene is the old don telling his son Michael that he loves him in the only way he knows how:

By warning him about the other mob families and how they will try to manipulate and betray him.

And Michael listens with respect to his father…

…but already his mind is working on plans for revenge, revenge to be held in abeyance only so long as the old don lives.

It’s a soft, quiet, seemingly extraneous scene.

But it explains everything about who they are, and what will happen next as a result of it.

In Shane, the obligatory scene is remarkably rich and complex.

After a farmers’ meeting, the homesteader family returns home with their hired hand, former gunslinger trying to go straight Shane.

The rancher opposed to homesteading is waiting for them with his sons and his hired gun.

Despite the tension between the two families, the rancher is there to make an offer to buy out the homesteader.

But that’s not what the scene is about.

In making his offer, the rancher speaks with genuine feeling about the pride he takes in the cattle spread he owns.

But that’s not what the scene is about.

As he speaks, the rancher relays his desire to pass on the rewards of his hard work to his sons so that his family will continue to prosper.

But that’s not what the scene is about.

What the scene is about is Shane and the hired gun silently getting off their horses while the rancher and homesteader speak, going over to the water barrel, and each taking a drink, while at no time breaking eye contact with the other.

It’s all about who they are and what motivates them, and without saying a word the hired gun lets us know he’s just there for the killing, getting paid is a bonus.

And Shane lets him know that to get paid, the hired gun will have to get past him first.

That’s an obligatory scene.

 © Buzz Dixon

[bestmarvelmate]

Not Your Fault (Bucky x Platonic!Reader)

Pairing: Bucky x Platonic!Reader and Mention of Steve x Bucky (STUCKY!!!)

Word Count: 2,139

Genre: Comfort

Warning(s): Cursing, Death, Guilt, Depression, Suicidal thoughts (whoa. this one’s a little dark)

Summary: When Cap dies on a mission the Reader has to deal with the loss of losing a close friend while comforting the man he left behind.

A/N: This is written for @howlingbarnes first Marvel wiriting challenege. I had a lot of fun (though I don’t think it is my best work). I hope I met all the requirments with it. Happy belated birthday! I hope you enjoy!

(Y/N) = Your Name

Italics = Memory

You had been there when it had happened. When the great Captain America had died. It had seemed impossible to you that someone so symbolic, so untouchable, could be killed. 

Steve had sacrificed himself for the greater good. A respectful way to go. Dying to save the lives of hundreds. The lives of his friends, his teammates, the man he loved. 

As hard as it was hitting you, the Avengers, the world, it was hitting Bucky a thousand times harder. After everything he had been through Bucky had finally found stability with the Team and with Steve. He finally felt like he belonged like he deserved to live like he deserved Steve’s love. And that had all just been torn away from him. 

You stood on Bucky’s left side in the cemetery, Sam on his right, not saying anything, not touching him, just standing. Offering your silent comfort with your close presence. Bucky stood stiffly, staring, but not really seeing the black casket before him, an American flag draped neatly over it. 

The rest of the Avengers, along with Maria Hill, Fury, and a few important military personnel stood staggered around the burial ground. Wanda sought comfort from Vision, her hand wrapped tight around his. Nat stood in between Bruce and Clint. Thor stood by himself looking stoic, while Tony and Rhodey stood next to each other. 

The officiator began the ceremony, but you only half listened to his words. The scene of Steve’s death just kept replaying in your mind.

The mission had started out like any other. S.H.I.E.L.D. had gotten some intel about a HYDRA wannabe organization with the usual offenses: black market weapons dealing, espionage, sabotage, etc. Fury ordered a small but lethal task force consisting of you, Steve, Sam, and Natasha to go take care of them. Bucky had wanted to come too but Steve refused to let him, wanting Bucky to recover from his last month long mission, and, after convincing, Bucky agreed to stay behind. 

You and the rest of the selected members boarded a Quinjet and flew to an undisclosed location in Europe. The plan had been simple: get in, take out the agents present, download any and all files from their computers, destroy the base, and get out. However, the plan took a sharp left turn into Shitville not even fifteen minutes in. It turned out that someone had tipped them off of our arrival and they were ready for us. 

No sooner did we touch down and infiltrate their base they were opening fire on us. Bullets were flying everywhere, the boxes you were hiding behind exploded with the bullets force, sending wood splinters into the air. One came dangerously close to your head and you could feel the warm burn of where it had grazed the skin on your cheekbone. 

It took a few minutes, but you all managed to knock out and disarm all the agents in the room. You continued on to the central control room, along the way setting up wireless explosives. 

Once you were in the control room you began your download of all of HYDRA Jr.’s files. The download was at 96% when an alarm started to blare and the room’s lights changed from a sickly, artificial white to an eerie red. The computer locked and every computer screen in the room was taken over by a box with a red countdown.

“Cap,” Natasha said. “Are these the coordinates to what I think they are?”

Steve went to her side, squinting at the coordinates above the countdown. You’d know those coordinates anywhere. They were to the Avengers Tower. They set up a failsafe that was going to blow up Avengers Tower.

“Shit.” He breathed and you saw fear flicker in his eyes. You knew exactly who he was thinking of. Bucky. Bucky, who was sitting back at the tower, probably sulking over the fact that he didn’t get to go on the mission. Bucky, who was probably worried sick about Steve right now.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y., patch me through to the Tower,” Natasha said into her comm. “F.R.I.D.A.Y.? Damn, nothing but static. There must be a jammer somewhere blocking any outside contact, but we can still communicate with each other.”

“Then I guess we’ll just have to do this the old fashioned way. (Y/N)!” Steve called. “Can you stop the launch sequence?”

“I can try.” You say shakily as your fingers began to fly across the keyboard.

“That’s not our only problem,” Nat said, jerking her head at the security screens in the far corner that was showing at least a dozen of HYDRA Jr.’s agents coming your way.

You hacked furiously but all your short hand attempts failed. “It will take me too long.” You informed Steve.

“Can you hack the data again instead?” Steve asked. You nodded. “Alright, do that. Nat, I want you to hold off those agents. Sam, stay here and watch  (Y/N)’s back.” Steve said in his Captain Voice. “(Y/N), where is that missile?”

“According to the blueprints: two rights and left from here. In a large hanger. Why do you ask?”

“‘Cause that’s where I’m going.”

“Steve,” Nat said. “You’re not thinking of doing what I think you’re doing.”

“Someone needs to stop that missile or a whole lotta people are gonna die. (Y/N) won’t be able to hack it in time, so it’s up to me. Besides, you two already have your orders.” Steve said with a grin.

Reluctantly, Natasha agreed and left the room. On Steve’s way out he had a quick word with Sam. You turned back to the computer and got to work hacking. 

In a few minutes, you had hacked around the block and began the download again. You finished just as Natasha came back in, bleeding from a cut above her eyebrow and a bruise was starting to form on her right cheek bone.

“You ready?” Nat asked.

You nod, pulling the flash drive out of the port and shoving it into a hidden pocket on your suit.

“Let’s go,” Sam said, ushering both you and Nat out.

“What about Steve?” You ask.

“He said he was going to meet us in the Quinjet,” Sam said, you hesitate. “Come on.”

You and Nat leave heading for the Quinjet. The three of you take out a few more HYDRA wannabe stragglers along the way. Once you are in the jet Natasha slid into the pilot seat and began to power up the engines. 

You stand at the entrance of the jet watching the compound, brow furrowed in worry. Sam stands next to you, arms crossed. Your anxiety spikes with every passing second until you just can’t take it anymore. It had been too long, Steve had been gone too long, it shouldn’t take him this long to disarm the missile. 

You began to step out of the jet to go back when the hanger explodes, setting off a chain reaction with the charges you set up around the base.

“Steve!” You scream, taking off towards the building. Two strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you back towards the Quinjet. You fight Sam furiously, trying to get to Steve, but it was all in vain. He was gone. You knew it, Sam knew it, Natasha knew it.

Sam drags you onto the jet and sets you in a seat, you’re shaking, tears streaming down your face. You don’t know how long you sit there before Nat sits next to you and takes your hand into hers. You turn to her and she wraps you into a hug as you sob.

“Sam,” Natasha’s voice cracked. “Can you call it in?”

Sam let out a soft, defeated sigh. “Yeah.”

Your memory and time blurred together after that. You getting off the Quinjet, Wanda holding you close and guiding you to your room. Bucky disappearing into his room for so long that you began to question whether he was really there or not. Sam blaming himself for Steve’s death, for not going with him to defuse the missile. Everyone finding some fault in themselves that contributed to Steve’s death.

Bucky shifting on his feet next to you brought you out of your painful memories. The empty casket was being lowered into the ground. Bucky was handed the flag from the casket. A volley of shots rang out, echoing around the cemetery. 

Soon everyone had returned to the Tower, going their separate ways. As you passed Bucky’s room you hesitated, it hurt you to know your friend was in pain, but you let him grieve by himself. When you went to your room you laid down on your bed to take a nap, you were exhausted. You closed your eyes and let sleep claim you. 

You woke with a start and a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. You slide out of bed confused at what time it was because when you laid down for your nap it was still light outside. The clock on your night stand read 3:23. 

Feeling the overwhelming need to move you left your room and found yourself in front of Bucky’s room. You knock lightly but when you get no response you punch in his rooms access code. The door slides open and you step into the surprisingly bright room. Bucky’s curtains are on the floor, along with many other things that had been thrown in a fit of rage. 

Your eyes were drawn to the fist sized gaping holes in the wall and the lack of photos of Bucky and Steve together that usually decorated Bucky’s walls. Then you realized something even weirder, Bucky wasn’t in his room. The feeling of uncertainty and dread you woke up to returned. You didn’t know how you knew but you did. 

You ran out of Bucky’s room, sliding on the floor in your socked feet, and ran for the roof access stairwell. Take the stairs two at a time your burst through the door and stop dead at the sight of Bucky standing dangerously close to the edge.

“Bucky!” You call out carefully. Bucky doesn’t even look your way.

“Buck, what are you doing?”

Still no answer.

“Bucky, please, talk to me!” you beg. The wind blows harder causing Bucky to sway slightly from his precarious position.

“It’s my fault he’s dead, (Y/N). Mine.” when Bucky finally speaks there is a heart-wrenching emptiness to it. Like this was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

When you finally find your voice again you find choke out, “No, Bucky, it’s not!”

“Yes, it is. I should have gone with him. Maybe there was something I could have done to help him.”

“If it’s anyone’s fault it’s mine.” you sob. “I couldn’t hack it fast enough. I should be the one six feet under, not Steve. If I had died it wouldn’t have mattered. The world can go on without me, but it needs Steve, it needs Captain America!”

You fall to your knees as uncontrollable sobs wrack through your body. “Bucky, please, I already lost one best friend, please don’t let me lose another.”

Muscular arms wrap around you pulling you close to Bucky’s chest. You snake your arms around his strong torso and you both just sit there, holding each other as the pair of you cry until you can’t anymore.

“I just … I have this feeling that I can’t explain. I miss him so much it hurts. Whenever I think about him I feel like I’m dying. But, at the same time, I’m glad he’s gone. Glad he doesn’t have to deal with this piece of shit world anymore. How can I go on living without him? What do I have left?” Bucky whispers.”

“Aay’han,” you said.

“What?”

“Aay’han. It means a bittersweet moment of mourning and joy. It’s okay to feel both at the same time.”

Bucky pulls away from you and cocks an eyebrow. “Is that that from Star Wars?”

You nod your head, “Mandalorian,” then take a sharp, shaky breath, “Bucky, you are not alone in this. For one you have me. And the rest of the team. We would all do anything for you. Even Tony, though he may not act like it.”

Bucky let out a short snort of amusement.

“It’s gonna be okay, Buck. Not easy, but okay,” you assure him as much as yourself.

“I know.” Bucky sighs, pulling you in to give you a squeeze before letting you go.

“Do you wanna go raid the freezer? I know where Tony hides his good, expensive ice cream. The one with the edible gold flakes in it.”

Bucky stood up and held out a hand to you. “Sounds like a plan.”

[winchesterandpie]

Son of a Patriotic Biscuit (Part 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1743

Warnings: None

A/N: I forgot to mention in part 1 that this occurs before the events of The Winter Soldier (So Steve still thinks Bucky died falling off the train). Steve’s not very present in this part, but that all gets going in the next one so you don’t have long to wait for it! Thank you guys for the reception of the last part! As always, feedback is appreciated and the tag list is OPEN. Gif is not mine

Part 1 is HERE

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The next morning, I made quite the actress, if I do say so myself. I played the part of still being incredibly ticked off at being left behind though already missing them at the same time. Honestly, it wasn’t all that hard - I was still angry that Steve hadn’t let me go. The difficult part was pretending that I hadn’t stayed up all night planning my own mission, but I managed. Concealer is definitely a girl’s best friend.

Once they were out the door, promising to keep in touch, I made my way back to the training room, fully intending to ensure that I would be at the top of my game when I showed up and saved their rears. To that effect, I picked up my longbow and moved to the targets.

“J.A.R.V.I.S.? Start my playlist, would you?”

“Of course.”

Almost immediately, I heard the opening strains of one of my favorite songs, grinning as I took my mark.

A week and a half later found me in California, staying in one of my old hideouts in a motel. The rest of the team was in town, and I was being careful to stay out of their way. I’d already been there for a few days, mostly keeping tabs on everyone, but doing a bit of my own digging into my old captors. Apparently they’d been doing more experimenting, though that wasn’t what had brought them onto the Avenger Radar. The real reason was that they had teamed up with HYDRA, which was a tiny bit of a no-go as far as SHIELD was concerned.

For a moment, I remembered the small stab of betrayal when I had seen that only now was the team being sent after these people. You’re the one who didn’t talk about your past, I reminded myself as my jaw clenched, They would’ve demolished the place if you’d told them. But noooo, you like to suffer in silence and keep your past to yourself. You’ve no right to complain if you stayed so close-mouthed about it. The crackle of the comms system coming in over my laptop dragged me out of the black spiral I was getting into.

“He’s on the move, do I follow?” Nat’s voice was the first one I heard, followed quickly by none other than Captain Spangles himself telling her to go ahead. Ever one to be prepared, I changed quickly into my suit. I wasn’t expecting anything to happen for a few days yet, but my philosophy was to expect the worst in situations like this - that way, you’re either right or pleasantly surprised. While I was strapping the quiver to my back, various knives and firearms tucked into hidden pockets or sheaths and boots, the assassin was back on the comms.

“The target is leaving town in a Jeep, headed east, but I’ve lost eyes on him.”

“I’ve got eyes on him. Let’s see where he’s going.” Stark’s voice crackled over the earpiece I was putting in. I’d made it myself and patched it into their frequency, but it was a receiver only. If I got into trouble, I’d be on my own trying to get out of it. For the next few minutes, there was tense silence over the comms, broken only by occasional updates on the path the scientist was taking. In that time, I ran the tracer I’d implanted and figured out where they were.

The path they were taking seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. The thought put me on edge so much that I had to force my muscles to unclench. Something about that direction was raising the hairs on the back of my neck, and I hated not knowing the reason.

“He’s pulling up to some warehouse. It looks like the one he was telling HYDRA to meet him at.”

“Already? I thought they weren’t due for this for another couple of days…” I could hear the genuine surprise in Steve’s voice despite the crackling reception. “Alright, we’re on our way out there. Don’t engage until we get there.”

“Don’t you dare go getting yourself killed you fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating little pretty boy with an American flag obsession,” I muttered in exasperation or desperation, I wasn’t sure which, while moving around the motel room as I gathered my stuff. Taking a last look around, I froze in my tracks, feeling like the floor dropped out from under me as I realized just what warehouse they were talking about.

I’d heard the scientists talk about it while I’d been there, but had never really concerned myself with it. Now that I thought about it, I figured out why the hairs were raising - the warehouse was their standard trap as well as their prison. And the team - my friends, no, family - were walking right into it. I mean, they used the warehouse to store all of the experiments’ files, but those were almost impossible to find if you didn’t already know exactly what you were looking for and where it was. The things I’d heard about the people caught turned my stomach unpleasantly. The idea of the scientists doing what they had done to me to anyone else was unthinkable. I had to stop it, no matter what happened to me. With that decision, I opened the motel window, leaping out and unfurling my wings.

It was dark enough outside that I made it safely to a high enough altitude to remain unseen but low enough to stay off the radar. With nearly soundless flaps of my wings, I flew as quickly as I could to where the team was headed, hoping against all hope that I would get there before them. The winds were against me, and I heard over my earpiece the team forming a plan and moving out while I was still a minute’s flight away. Cursing my luck, I pushed myself as hard as I dared, knowing I would need some strength and substantial grit to get them out of this.

Silently, I landed in the woods near the warehouse that I had been housed in a long time ago. Once on the ground, I released a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Clint was still in the stand of trees, near the edge where the forest gave way to the open ground surrounding the warehouse.

“Clint! I’m so glad I caught you.” I jogged toward him, whisper shouting in an attempt to keep a low profile.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” His eyebrows furrowed when he saw me coming.

“Doesn’t matter at the moment. You guys are walking right into a trap.”

“How do you know?”

“This is… where I was created.” I didn’t have time to be embarrassed about my origins, but that didn’t stop my throat from getting caught on the words. “I’ve heard them talk about what else they did before I escaped. What are you guys here for?”

“There’s a file Fury wants us to get ahold of, specifically pertaining to their experiments backed by HYDRA. After that, he wants the place burnt to the ground.” To his credit, the bowman didn’t even address the fact that my deep, dark secret was now revealed. I really didn’t want pity, especially not now. “Alright, what are we going to do about the trap? Comms went dead a few seconds before you got here.”

“They perpetually have signal jammers running, so nothing gets out of that building unless they want it to,” I acknowledged. “Where did everyone go in there?”

“The plan was for Tin Man to run perimeter inside the building, I’m on duty for keeping our escape open.” His hand ran through his short hair a little anxiously. “The Stars and Stripes was going in with the Spider - they were supposed to stick together, but I have no idea if they still are. They only went in a minute ago, and I haven’t heard anything so it can’t have gone too wrong yet.” I grimaced, not wanting to undermine the hope, but knowing that my former captors were quite good at this. If they had HYDRA working with them I didn’t want to know what new tricks they had up their sleeves.

“Alright, you stay out here - if we lose our way out of here then we’ll all be better off dead. Plus, the more of us that go in, the less likely it is that I can get us all out. I’ll get everyone out that I can, though. I still remember the building’s layout so I’ve got the best bet of making it back.” I took control, knowing that my experience here gave me an edge in making a plan. Fortunately, Clint didn’t question it, just nodded.

“Be careful in there, alright? Capsicle would have my head if he found out I let you do this.” The man ruffled my hair playfully, but I could hear the real worry behind the joking tone.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve escaped these ninnys before, you know,” I reassured while mimicking his joking tone. With a final, tight smile, I was off, ghosting across the open ground to the access hatch I’d slipped through more than a decade ago. My bow was in hand, an arrow already nocked on the string. Slowly but surely I made my way to the secret entrance. For a long moment, I listened down the hatch, not wanting to be caught unawares before I could drop down the ladder.

Satisfied that the way was clear, I made my way downwards, but apparently someone had been hiding there because gunshots suddenly rang out. With no time, I let go of the ladder, spreading my wings just as much as I needed to hit the ground at a force that wouldn’t break my knees. Instantly, I rolled to the side for cover, wincing as my wing hit the ground.

Breathing deeply, I sent a knife whirling towards my attacker. The grunt and thud told me that I’d hit my target, so I retrieved the weapon before steeling myself to look at my wing. As I suspected, a bullet had torn through it, right in a spot that would prevent me from flying without immense pain. Grimacing, I tucked my wings close to my back before moving out into the hallway.

Well, this ought to be fun.

Part 3

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Son of a Biscuit Tags: @barnes-toddpartnersinheartbreak

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Enamorados

[valentinalisbeth9]

I could be a better girlfriend than she

I could do the shit that she never did