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[firewolf111]

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[bossbtch1]

Against All Odds

The GIF is not mine; credit goes to the respective artist/creator.

Summary : You recently joined the Avengers, and everyone has accepted you except for Bucky. Now, the challenge lies in proving him wrong, but can you succeed changing his mind and earn his trust? Or do you have to do more to earn it? (geez, I’m suck at this)

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader (No mentions of body type or ethnicity other than the reader being female)

TW: SMUT, 18+, strong language, enemies-to-lovers-ish, oral (m receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, degradation (slut calling), slight choking, orgasm denial

Word Count: Around 10k (I know it's a bit long, I got carried away. Sorry) → smut is like 4k hehe

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story, and it’s a smut one at that. English isn't my first language, so apologies for any mistakes or bad grammar. I hope you still enjoy the story!

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3

If you like my story, please go check out my other stories here

These are the aesthetic for part 1 (solely for visual representation of what going to happen on the story, this meant no representation for body type or ethnicity)

You've always been a dependable agent ever since you were young, someone who could handle the toughest missions without letting your emotions get in the way. Nick Fury spotted your potential when you were just a kid, taking you under his wing. It was his belief in you that kept you going, and it all led to the thrilling moment when he thought it was time for you to join the Avengers. After all those years of hard work, it felt like a dream come true.

Then came your first day with the team. You'd just joined, and they wanted to see how good you were in a fight. You almost beat Natasha in a really intense battle, proving to everyone that you totally belonged with the Avengers. Your determination to show your worth never wavered. But there was this one guy, Bucky Barnes, who just couldn't seem to trust you no matter what.

On your first day with the Avengers, the training room buzzed with anticipation as you faced off against Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow. It was a test of your combat skills, a way to see if you had what it took to be part of Earth's mightiest heroes. The desire to become one of them, although it might sound cliché and cringey, burned within you.

The Avengers, including Nick Fury, Captain America, Iron Man, Winter Soldier, Hawkeye and Thor, watched from up above, all curious and eager to see how you'd do. Their faces showed they were rooting for you.

However, as you glanced upward to catch your breath, your eyes locked onto Bucky Barnes. He stood there, solitary and stern, arms crossed over his chest. His intense gaze bore into you, but unlike the other Avengers, his expression was far from encouraging. There was a deep skepticism in his eyes, a doubt that seemed unshakable, and it cast a shadow over your determination to prove yourself to the team.

Natasha, dressed in her familiar black outfit, gave you a serious look that made you stop staring up. When she spoke, you turned your attention to her. "Think you've got this, newbie?" she teased, a touch of amusement in her voice.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This was your moment to prove yourself, and there was no turning back. The weight of your new Avengers uniform felt both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. "I'm ready, Natasha.", you responded with determination. You weren't going to back down now.

Natasha grinned. "We'll see about that."

The two of you circled each other, and then, without warning, Natasha lunged at you with lightning speed. Her attack was quick and precise, but you were able to block it, thanks to your training. As the two of you sparred, the crowd cheered and shouted their support. It was a battle of wits and willpower, and neither of you was willing to give up.

"You're good," Natasha admitted, her voice dripping with genuine admiration. "But let's see how you handle this." With a fluid motion, she unleashed a series of acrobatic moves, flipping and twisting through the air before landing gracefully behind you.

You spun around to face her, sweat beading on your forehead. "Impressive, but I'm not done yet."

The fight continued, and you pushed yourself to keep up with Natasha's relentless assault. Your training and instincts kicked in, and you began to hold your own. It was a back-and-forth battle, each of you landing hits and dodging the other's attacks.

But Natasha was more experienced than you, and eventually, she managed to overpower you. She had you pinned to the ground, her face inches away from yours. You struggled against her grip, but she held you firmly in place. "Had enough?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gritting your teeth, you mustered all the determination you had left. "Not a chance," you replied, refusing to admit defeat.

The crowd went wild as Natasha delivered the final blow, knocking you out. She stood there, victorious, a small smile playing on her lips acknowledging your impressive performance. "Good fight," she said, extending a hand to help you up.

You accepted her hand, "Thanks, Natasha. You're incredible."

The room erupted in applause, and everyone from the observation deck descended to congratulate you. Fury, wearing a proud smile, gave you a warm hug. "Well done, Y/N. You're officially part of the team," he declared, his words filled with pride. He whispered, "I'm proud of you, Y/N," and it meant the world to you.

But amid the celebration with your new teammates, there was one person who didn't seem as thrilled. James "Bucky" Barnes, the Winter Soldier, stood in a quiet corner of the room, his expression inscrutable.

You had felt his presence throughout the entire match, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. Bucky's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, then he turned and left the room, leaving you feeling more confused than ever.

Bucky went out of his way to undermine your confidence, pushing you to the brink of quitting time and time again. His words still fresh in your mind. "I don't think you're cut out for this, kid. This isn't a game. It's a matter of life and death. You’re not ready for this."

It hurt. You didn't understand why he was so determined to bring you down. What had you done to make him dislike you so much? Despite Bucky's relentless doubts, you refused to back down. You were determined to earn his respect, just as you had with the rest of the team.

So, every day, you trained harder, pushed yourself further, and proved your worth on every mission. Your hope was that one day, Bucky would finally see you for the capable agent you truly were and put his doubts to rest once and for all.

One day, as you were making your way to the gym, the sound of voices caught your attention. It was Bucky and Steve, engaged in a hushed conversation that seemed to revolve around you. Curiosity piqued, you tried to maintain a discreet distance, keen on hearing what they were saying. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Buck, I think you're being too hard on her. She's a good fighter and she's eager to learn," Steve argued.

Bucky's skepticism remained unshaken. "I'm just trying to watch out for the team. She's a liability, not ready for this kind of responsibility."

Steve being the optimist pushed back gently, his support for you evident in his tone. "I think you're the only one who feels that way."

Bucky's voice grew firmer as he explained his perspective. "She's only here 'cause Nick Fury vouched for her. There are others who deserve this chance more. I could name a couple who'd fit better on this team than her."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, casting doubt on your worthiness. It was difficult to hear that the person you looked up to and wanted to prove yourself to was actually against you, even though Bucky's argument was valid.

You couldn't help but question if your acceptance into the Avengers was indeed solely because of Fury. You had always believed that your spot on the Avengers was earned through your skills and dedication. Bucky's doubts made you second-guess if you had truly earned your place.

"Buck, there's more to it than that," Steve replied, his voice steady. "Just be patient with her."

Unable to endure the conversation any longer, your heart felt heavy as you turned away, doing your best to conceal the hurt that washed over your face. With resolve, you changed your course and headed towards the field track, hoping a run would help clear your mind.

Later, as the sun set on the horizon, you were still out running laps. Your thoughts were racing, and your body was aching, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

"You're gonna wear yourself out if you keep pushing like that."

You jumped, startled by the sudden voice. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Bucky standing a few feet away, his arms crossed.

Caught off guard, you tried to put on a brave face. "I'm okay," you lied, attempting to hide the pain that was clearly etched on your face. Stopping abruptly had caused your feet to throb with discomfort.

Bucky, however, wasn't buying your façade. He narrowed his eyes, his concern deepening. "You're not. You're hurt."

In response, you shook your head stubbornly, your pride urging you to push through the pain. "I'll manage," you insisted, even though every step sent a sharp twinge through your feet.

Bucky's gaze remained sharp and unwavering. "You're not fooling anyone with that."

Deep down, you knew he was right. The pain was becoming harder to ignore, and your stubbornness could only take you so far. But in that moment, you weren't quite ready to admit defeat or show weakness, especially not to someone like Bucky.

Bucky took a step closer, his expression resolute. "Come on, we're heading inside," he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I'm okay, I can-." You began to protest, but he interrupted you firmly, "Y/N, enough. This is an order. You're only making my job more difficult by trying to tough it out. Let's go, and I don't want to hear another word from you."

Reluctantly, you fell silent and went along with Bucky, allowing him to guide you back to the facility. As you walked, you couldn't help but mull over his earlier words, "You're making my job harder by trying to tough it out." It left you wondering why he cared or felt responsible for you, especially when you believed he disliked you.

Once inside, Bucky seated you and fetched a glass of water. Taking a sip, you felt a wave of relief as it helped ease some of your fatigue. Then, without uttering a word, Bucky briefly stepped away, returning in less than a minute with bandages and medicine in hand.

Your curiosity got the best of you, and you couldn't resist asking, "What's all that for?" Your eyes were drawn to the medical supplies.

"Take off your shoes and socks," Bucky directed, his tone brooking no dissent.

"I don't think I need..." You began to protest, but a quick glance at Bucky's determined face made it clear that there was no room for discussion.

Letting out a sigh, you gave in and removed your shoes and socks. What you saw shocked you: your feet were in a terrible state, bleeding and covered with painful blisters, a clear result of your overly enthusiastic run.

You heard Bucky mutter a curse under his breath as he knelt down in front of you. "Bucky, seriously, I can handle it," you tried to protest, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Just stay put and let me take care of this." His voice was firm, and he got to work tending to your battered feet. Gently, he placed your feet on his lap, starting to clean the cuts on your soles. You winced slightly as the sting of the alcohol met the open wounds.

While he busied himself tending to your injuries, you found your gaze drifting to him. Bucky was undeniably handsome and hot, you couldn't help but appreciate his appearance. As your eyes met his, he suddenly looked up at you.

"Got something on your mind?" he asked, his expression as enigmatic as ever.

You blinked, realizing that you'd been staring. Heat crept into your cheeks as you stammered, "I, uh, have an issue with my shoes." You finally managed to say, though it wasn't exactly the eloquent response you'd hoped for.

Bucky, his expression unamused, retorted, "Well, that's clear." After he finished bandaging your wounds, he added, "But there's more to it than just your shoes."

"You can't be out here, pushing yourself so hard if you're going to injure yourself. This isn't a game. You must take care of yourself. You can't expect to get the full experience if you're going to hurt yourself." His words were harsh, but they were true.

"I know," you admitted with a sigh, guilt gnawing at you. "I just got caught up and lost track of time. It's not that bad."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Not that bad?" He challenged you. "Then stand up. Let's see how not that bad it really is."

Your cheeks burned. You could already feel the ache in your legs and the throbbing pain in your feet. But you refused to show any weakness. Not now. Not in front of him.

"Fine." With a determined look, you pushed yourself up from the chair, wincing as you put weight on your injured soles. Your feet stung, and your muscles were sore, but you gritted your teeth and pushed through it.

Bucky couldn't help but scoff, clearly frustrated with your stubbornness and tendency to challenge him.  "You want to be part of this team, right?"

You nodded, your determination unwavering despite the discomfort. "Yeah, I do.”

"Then you need to stop being reckless and start acting like an Avenger. We can't afford to have someone on our team who's too stubborn to admit when they're injured. It's only gonna make things worse." he said firmly, taking a step closer to you. "Maybe you could start by, I don't know, following orders and not talking back every chance you get."

The harshness in his words took you by surprise, but they also cut deep. Because you knew he was right.

With that he left the room, leaving you behind to wallow in shame. You knew he was right. But it hurt, especially coming from him.

Weeks later, you received the news that you'd be joining the team on your very first mission. The excitement bubbled up inside you as you geared up for the assignment. But as the mission unfolded, things took a turn for the worse.

You spotted a group of enemies heading for a crowded area and impulsively decided to engage them without waiting for the team's signal or support. Your intentions were to protect the civilians, but your recklessness got the best of you. Your impulsive move led to a chaotic firefight, and in the midst of the chaos, a civilian stumbled into the line of fire, narrowly escaping harm.

Bucky, who had been keeping an eye on you, witnessed the entire sequence of events unfold. His anger and frustration boiled over as he watched you put not only yourself but also innocent bystanders in danger.

Inside the quinjet, as the mission concluded, he couldn't contain his fury any longer. "What the fuck was that, Y/N?!" he erupted, his voice echoing in the confined space.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame and regret.

"Sorry isn't good enough!" Bucky snapped, his intense gaze burning into you. You couldn't bear to meet his eyes, and instead, you cast your gaze downward, your hands trembling with the weight of your mistake.

"If you're gonna keep making mistakes like that, then maybe you don't belong on this team. You could've gotten someone killed back there." His words stung, but he was right.

Natasha stepped in to defend you, "Bucky, it was an accident, and it was her first mission. Everyone makes mistake.”

Bucky didn't back down. "Yeah, and accidents can cost lives, Nat. She need to be more careful," he retorted, glaring back at you. "You can't afford to be an idiot like that out there. What the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled, his anger getting the best of him.

Clint said, "Hey! Enough. She's done enough of a beating already, I know she can do better next time."

"There might not be a next time," Bucky grumbled.

Confusion and worry welled up inside you. 'What do you mean by that?' you wondered silently, unable to find your voice.

Bucky's frustration boiled over as he remarked, "Maybe she should think twice about putting others at risk if she can't handle it."

You turned your gaze away, determined not to let the tears fall. Tony took charge of the situation, his voice steady and reassuring. "Alright, that's enough," Tony declared firmly. "We're all on edge right now after what happened. We all know she can do better, and we'll address it later. For now, let's just concentrate on getting back home."

The rest of the ride was filled with tension, Bucky's glare never leaving you as you tried your best to avoid his gaze.

Wanda noticed your discomfort and moved over to sit next to you. She placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and asked gently, "How are you holding up?"

You appreciated Wanda's concern and gave her a small, grateful smile. "I'll be okay," you replied softly. "Just need some time to process everything. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed."

Wanda patted your shoulder again, offering more comfort. "Mistakes are part of learning, especially on your first mission. Remember, the key is to learn from them and get better. Don't let Bucky's words get to you too much."

You let out a weary sigh, realizing the truth in her words. "Yeah, I know.”

The quinjet touched down on the landing pad, and a sense of relief washed over you as you realized you were finally back home. This was it. You were finally home. "We'll talk later, okay?" Wanda asked, giving you a sympathetic smile.

You nodded appreciatively at her and quickly made your way to your room. You wanted nothing more than to lock yourself away and forget the whole thing ever happened. But the guilt and shame were too much to bear.

About a month after the incident, news of another mission started to circulate rapidly around the Avengers' headquarters. The buzz of excitement and anticipation filled the air, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions—both excitement and anxiety. This mission was your chance to redeem yourself after the missteps on your first assignment.

Determined to discuss your readiness for this new mission, you sought out Steve. As you approached his office, you noticed him engrossed in reading some files. You gently knocked on the open door.

"Hi Steve, may I come in?" you asked politely.

Steve looked up from the files and offered you a welcoming smile. He promptly closed the documents and gestured for you to enter. "Of course, come in Y/N." You stepped into his office, and he continued, "How are you doing, by the way?" Steve motioned for you to take a seat, showing genuine concern.

You settled into the chair across from him and fidgeted with your fingers, trying to find the right words. "I'm good, better than what happened last time..." You paused, your voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry about last time..."

Steve's warm smile remained reassuring. "Hey, Y/N, that's okay. We all make mistakes," he said with a reassuring tone, "Don't beat yourself up too much about it, okay?" His kindness and understanding were a comfort, making you feel grateful for his leadership and support.

"So, what brings you here?" Steve asked with a welcoming smile.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "I heard there's another mission in 2 days..." After a pause, you continued, "But I haven't received the assignment or briefing for it..."

Steve's friendly expression faltered, and he sighed. "Y/N, about that..." He looked genuinely conflicted. "We already have teams assigned to cover that mission. You don't need to worry about it."

Your heart sank, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. It was becoming increasingly clear that you were being sidelined. "Is this because of what happened on the last mission?" You finally voiced your concern, your tone a mix of frustration and hurt.

Steve must've noticed the change in your tone. "Y/N, there'll be plenty of missions, and you'll definitely join the next one, okay?"

You took a deep breath and forced a smile, masking the pain that was gnawing at you. "Ah, okay, Steve." You chuckled, though it felt forced. "That's alright, I was just curious.”

Steve smiled weakly, but you could tell he understood your disappointment. "Y/N..."

You got up from the seat, disappointment heavy in your chest. You knew this was likely Bucky's doing. "Thank you, Captain, for the information. Good luck on the mission!" With that, you turned and left the room, trying to hide your frustration and disappointment.

As everyone prepared to leave for the mission, they bid you farewell, their expressions filled with sympathy. You knew they felt sorry for leaving you behind in the tower. Watching them depart filled you with a profound sense of sadness, knowing you couldn't join them.

You returned to your room, aimlessly flipping through the channels on the TV, but nothing captured your interest. Your mind kept wandering back to the missed opportunity, and the guilt and frustration gnawed at you.

After a futile attempt at watching TV, you tried to occupy yourself with a book, but the words on the pages blurred together as your thoughts remained fixated on the mission. With a sigh, you put the book down, realizing you were too distracted to read.

Restlessly, you paced around your room, contemplating various ways to improve your skills and prove that you were a valuable member of the team. Maybe you could spend some time in the training room or review combat strategies. You knew you had to keep pushing yourself to become better.

Eventually, you settled on the idea of practicing your marksmanship in the training room. Grabbing your gear, you headed there with determination in your step, determined to make the most of your time while the team was away on the mission.

Inside the gym, you started with some intense punching and kicking exercises. It felt great to release your anger, sadness, and disappointment through physical exertion. As you pummeled the sandbag, you couldn't help but imagine it as Bucky's face, channeling your frustration and resentment into each punch and kick. You unleashed your emotions on the inanimate object, giving it your all to cope with the overwhelming mix of feelings inside you.

Sweat dripped down your face, mixing with the occasional tear, but you didn't let up. You wiped away the sweat and tears from your face. "What" punch "Do" punch "I" kick "Have" punch "To" kick "Do" punch "To" punch "Prove" punch "To" punch "You" kick "That" kick "I'm" punch "Just" kick "As" kick "Good" kick "As" punch "Them" punch kick punch kick.

Why were you treated this way? What had you done to earn Bucky's disdain? How could you prove your worth to him? Frustration boiled inside you, reaching its peak as you let out a guttural scream, causing the sandbag to plummet from the force of your final blow.

Panting, you collapsed on the gym floor, you were exhausted and emotionally drained, but you felt a strange sense of relief. You clenched and unclenching your fists. You flexed your fingers and winced as the pain shot through them.

You chose to ignore the pain and you slowly got up from the gym floor. You knew you had pushed yourself too hard, but it was the only way you could vent your frustration and anger.

Limping, you made your way towards the bench where you had left your belongings. The room felt heavy with the echo of your pounding. Your trembling hand found the familiar coolness of your water bottle, and you clutched it tightly, taking a long, refreshing gulp. The cool liquid soothed your parched throat.

Just as you were catching your breath, Bucky unexpectedly strolled into the room. His presence surprised you, you hadn't expected anyone else to be there, especially not him.

His gaze, sharp and perceptive, honed in on your movements, "Still trying to prove yourself, huh?" he remarked, his words hanging in the air like a challenge, his tone laced with doubt.

You met his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down even in the face of his skepticism. "I don't need to prove anything to anyone, including you," you replied, your voice steady despite the ache in your body. "I'm just making sure I'm ready for whatever comes our way. Maybe you should worry less about what I'm doing and more about why you're not on the mission with the rest of the team."

Bucky's expression remained inscrutable, his indifference a stark contrast to your determination. He nonchalantly shrugged, an aloof response to your pointed words.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you couldn't help but roll your eyes, your frustration with him boiling over. "Whatever, Barnes. Keep your doubts to yourself."

You began packing up your belongings, a clear signal that you were ready to depart from his presence. You suspected he was still watching you, his intense gaze never wavering, but you wanted nothing more than to distance yourself from him. It felt like he was deliberately keeping you from the mission, and the resentment simmered within you.

After finishing packing, you headed towards the exit, but Bucky halted you by grabbing your hand. You turned around, irritation clear in your eyes. "What do you want, Barnes?" you snapped, trying to pull your hand away. “What the hell? Let me go!”

Ignoring your protest, he led you back to the training area, placing you in front of him. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. Did he intend to spar with you? The uncertainty hung heavily in the air, making the atmosphere tense.

You stood your ground, your nervousness growing with every passing second. "What? Scared?" Bucky teased, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, refusing to let his taunts unnerve you. You managed a fake smile and replied, "Of you? No. Why would I be?" Determined not to show any fear.

Bucky's smirk widened as he said, "Well, you should be." He locked eyes with you and asked, "Ready?" The challenge in his tone was clear.

You took another deep breath, squared your shoulders, and met his gaze head-on. "Alright, Bucky. I'm game. What's the plan?" Your voice remained steady, even as your nerves continued to buzz beneath the surface.

Bucky's lips curved into a smirk. He motioned towards the training mats, his movements smooth and practiced. "Just try to land a hit on me."

Without a moment's warning, he lunged at you, his attack swift and precise. You barely managed to block it in time, the impact sending a jolt through your arms.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, you felt a sting to your pride. "Just one hit?" you questioned, a mixture of disbelief and defiance in your voice. Did he genuinely doubt your abilities? Determination flared in your eyes as you prepared to prove him wrong.

He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Don't get ahead of yourself, doll. Come on, you're starting to bore me." You gritted your teeth and launched into your counterattack.

The atmosphere in the training room grew tense as you continued your attempts to land a hit on Bucky. Each time you launched an attack, he seemed to anticipate your every move, effortlessly blocking your punches and kicks. It was as if he had an innate ability to read your intentions, and it left you feeling frustrated and somewhat helpless.

With each failed attempt, Bucky's smirk grew wider, and he let out a low chuckle. "Come on, Y/N," he taunted, his tone dripping with playful mockery. "You've got to do better than that if you want to stand a chance."

His words stung, and they fueled your determination. You were well aware that Bucky was pushing your buttons, trying to rile you up, but you refused to let it show. You had a point to prove, not only to him but to yourself as well.

You decided to take another shot, launching into a new round of attacks, hoping to catch Bucky off guard. But just like before, he expertly caught your wrist each time, preventing your strikes from connecting. Frustration gnawed at you, and you let out an audible groan each time he effortlessly pinned your arms behind your back and pushed you back.

Bucky didn't hold back with his taunts either. "Is that the best you've got, doll?" he prodded, his gaze locked onto yours. "I've seen other recruits do better. What happened to all those praises they were singing about you?"

Taking a deep breath, you tried to surprise him with a sudden kick, but Bucky saw through your move. He even managed to catch your legs mid-kick, causing you to lose your balance and tumble to the ground.

His voice dripped with mock disappointment as he quipped, "Doll, I expected better than that. That was just plain bad."

You took a deep breath, frustration fueling your determination. This time, you decided to go all out. You lunged at him with full force, no holding back, hoping to land a solid hit. His dodge and blocks were frustratingly precise, but you didn't give in.

Finally, you managed to back him into a wall, and you saw an opening. You went for a powerful kick, but he swiftly caught your leg, pulling it towards him. Before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall, your front pressed firmly against the hard surface.

"Doll, nice try," Bucky said, his tone edged with approval, "but you've still got long ways to go."

You groaned as he pinned you to the wall, frustrated since you couldn't beat him. "Fuck!"

He chuckled lowly, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, his face mere inches from yours. "Language, sweetheart."

The feeling of his body pressed against yours sent tingles down your spine, and you tried to keep your breathing under control, your cheeks flushing.

Bucky seemed to notice your blush and couldn't resist a teasing remark. He leaned in even closer, his voice dripping with playful mischief. “What's the matter, doll? Is it too hot in here?" he teased, pressing himself closer to you.

Your blush deepened as he teased you, and you turned your head away from him, not able to meet his gaze. "You know what? You're seriously annoying."

Bucky's smile only grew wider, and he didn't let up. "Aw, come on, doll. Getting all worked up because you can't keep up?" he goaded, his warm breath tickling your neck. His face was even closer now, his eyes dark with a look you'd never seen before.

You huffed in exasperation, determined not to let his teasing get the best of you. "I can keep up just fine, thank you very much," you shot back, your competitive spirit coming to the forefront.

Bucky chuckled, the sound low and deep, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. "Well then," he challenged, his tone inviting. "Prove it. Try to break free from my hold."

Your breath caught in your throat at the suggestion, a rush of adrenaline surging through your veins. "Okay," you agreed, your tone confident. You decided to take Bucky's challenge head-on.

With a swift and calculated move, you attempted to break free from his hold, using all the skills you had acquired during your training with the Avengers. Bucky, ever the skilled fighter, didn't make it easy, but you were determined not to give in.

You tried and tried, but you couldn't seem to break free from his strong hold. You were both sweating, the effort causing the air around you to grow thicker and heavier. You could feel his chest pressed against your body, muscles flexing as he maintained the firm grip he had on you.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you were both breathing heavily, neither of you willing to give in. In that moment, with your bodies pressed together and the heat between you almost unbearable, something changed. You felt his hold on you loosen slightly, and you took the opportunity to spin around, pinning him to the wall.

A surprised chuckle escaped his lips, clearly caught off guard by your sudden move. His eyes, filled with desire, locked onto yours, and the tension between you seemed to reach a boiling point.

You couldn't help but smirk as you managed to gain the upper hand, "Huh, I wi-" But before you could finish, he swiftly turned the tables, pinning you back against the wall.

He chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Not quite, doll." He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Never let your guard down until you know your opponent is truly defeated," he whispered, his voice low.

You gasped, feeling the cool metal of his arm pressing against your skin. "You were saying?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear.

You bit your lip, feeling the tension between you reach a fever pitch. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Never let your guard down until you know your opponent is truly defeated," he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

Your frustration bubbled up, and you couldn't help but shake your head in response. "That's not fair!" you protested, your voice tinged with exasperation. "I managed to break free from your hold. Doesn't that count for something?"

He chuckled, "Not it doesn't. You've still got a lot to learn. I could've easily gotten the upper hand on you again. The moment you let your guard down is the moment you lose the fight."

You clenched your jaw and stared into his blue eyes, not backing down from his challenge. "Okay enough with the taunting. I'm not afraid of you, Barnes."

His lips were so close, you could feel his breath against your skin. "You should be, doll," he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

A moment passed between the two of you, and then, as if a dam had broken, he kissed you hard, it made you surprised, you gasped on his mouth and felt his tongue exploring you.

Your heart was pounding, the excitement building as you kissed him back. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as the heat between you grew.

"God, Y/N," he groaned against your mouth. His metal hand reached for your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pressed you harder against the wall, his hips grinding against yours. You moaned at the friction, feeling your body responding to his touch.

The training room was forgotten as the two of you gave in to your desires, the heat between you driving you both wild. You knew it was a bad idea, but in that moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was the pleasure, the heat, the intensity of it all.

"Bucky..." You panted, feeling his lips and teeth exploring your neck, his tongue licking you, tasting you.

The sound of his name on your lips sent him over the edge, and he couldn't hold back anymore. His hands found their way under your yoga pants, gripping your ass. He bit down on your lip, drawing a small moan from you. You could feel him smile into the kiss.

"Fuck, doll. You like this? Me fucking you against the wall?" he groaned against your mouth.

You nodded, unable to form any coherent words. “Tell me, do you want more?"

"Yes," you breathed, your body trembling with need.

"Tell me," he ordered, his voice husky with desire.

"I want you, Bucky…. please."

"Beg for it," he growled, his hands moving to the front of your yoga pants. He tugged them down, the cold air hitting your wet core, his hand quickly finding its way between your thighs. You arched into his touch, desperate for more.

"Fuck, doll," he muttered, his fingers slipping into your panties, finding your wetness. "So fucking wet for me.” His fingers slid inside you, making you gasp, your hips bucking against him. "Is this what you want, doll?"

"Yes!" you cried out, your hands grasping at his shirt, trying to pull him closer. "Please," you moaned, your hips bucking against his.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, making you writhe and moan beneath him. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his free hand coming up to grip your breast. He groped you hard, squeezing and massaging you through your sports bra.

"Put your hands up," he commanded, pulling his fingers out of you. You complied, your hands reaching above your head. He pulled up your bra, exposing your breasts to him.

"Such a pretty little thing," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. You moaned, your hips bucking against him as he sucked and nibbled on your breasts.

"So responsive," he chuckled, his hand reaching between your legs once again, his fingers dipping into your wetness. "Such a wet little girl. You're dripping for me."

"You like this?" He growled, his fingers rubbing your clit, his thumb sliding up and down your slick folds. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine, "Tell me were you already wet when we started sparring? Did you want me to pin you against the wall? To fuck you hard?"

You couldn't respond, the pleasure was too much. You were teetering on the edge, ready to fall over at any moment. "Please, Bucky..." you gasped, your hips grinding against his hand, desperately seeking release.

"You're a naughty girl, aren't you? You want me to fuck you, right here, in the training room, where anyone could walk in and see us?"

He was right, you didn't even think of that possibility. You shook your head, "No.. of course not... it's just the heat of the moment... It's just... we're alone right now."

"You sure about that, doll? Cause I'm pretty sure I heard someone walk by a few minutes ago. What if it was Clint? Or worse, what if it was Fury? I bet he would love to see this. His little protégé, getting fucked by the Winter Soldier."

You froze, your eyes wide.

"You know what?" He chuckled, "Let's put on a show for them. Let them watch. Let them see how you beg and scream for me."

“Cat’s got your tongue doll? Where are all the firey comebacks now? Nothing to say?” Your mind was in a state of shock. You tried to think, who was it? But Bucky was stroking you at a relentless pace, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.  

"You want me to make you cum, doll? To make you scream my name?"

"Yes," you panted, you didn’t care anymore, all you wanted was release. Your body trembling as he drove you closer to the edge.

He reached up, gripping your chin, his eyes locking onto yours. "I've wanted to fuck your attitude out of you ever since you came to the compound, doll,” he said, his voice husky with lust. "Watching you fight, all that fire, all that passion, it makes me so fucking hard. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to take you right here, to show you who's in control."

You couldn't take it anymore, the pleasure building, "I'm so close... Bucky," you moaned. You were so close, and he was taking you to new heights. You couldn't stop yourself, you could feel yourself losing control.

"Yeah I can tell, you're tightening around my fingers. Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Beg for it, and maybe I'll let you," he teased, his fingers still pumping in and out of you, faster and faster, sending you over the edge.

"Please, Bucky..." you cried, your hips bucking against his hand.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined in frustration. "What the hell, Barnes?”

"Now, now," he tsked, his fingers trailing down your stomach, and stopping at your hip. "You don't get to come until I say so, doll," he ordered, his voice low and dangerous.

"But, please, I'm so close," you begged, the frustration almost unbearable.

"I know, but you need to learn who's in charge, and it's not you," he said, his fingers tracing circles around your clit, making you moan. "You have to obey my orders, Y/N."

"What the fuck, Barnes!" You screamed at him feeling angry at how he toyed with you. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

He grabbed your hair and pulled it down making you winched in pain, "What did you fucking say to me?" He grabbed it harder when you didn’t answer him.

"Ouch." You winced in pain.

Bucky's eyes darkened and he tightened his grip. “First, you need to watch that mouth of yours." He was breathing heavily, his voice rough and commanding. "Or I'm going to shove my dick in it and put you in your place." he warned, his hand moving to grip your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

You gulped down at his threat. There was no mistaking the promise in his voice, but your pussy clenched at the thought of taking him into your mouth.  

"Second," he continued, his grip loosening slightly. "You need to learn that you don't get to question my orders, doll. You're going to be a good girl and listen."

You stared at him, unable to speak. He was serious.

"Answer me Y/N or I will leave you here, frustrated and wanting more," He threatened.

You could feel the heat pooling in your belly, his dominance and authority turning you on even more.

"Yes please, I'll obey," you said, your voice shaking slightly.

"Good girl, that’s more like it," he murmured, his metal hand coming up to caress your cheek. Bucky leaned closer and kissed your lips, his tongue sliding inside your mouth. He was sucking on your tongue and nibbling on your lips, his teeth digging into the soft flesh of your mouth. He kissed your cheek and moved down to your neck.

"Now, where are we?" He asked, his fingers back on your clit, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles. He was torturing you, teasing you.

He smiled wickedly, his hand moving from your clit and slipping inside you. He pushed two fingers inside your core and began pumping them. He started moving his hand faster and faster, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out filling the air.

You wanted to scream and yell at him, but you were unable to speak, the pleasure and the need for release overwhelming. You were panting and moaning, your eyes closed shut as you were trying not to come.

"Not yet." he growled. He pushed a third fingers inside your core and began pumping them. He started moving his hand faster and faster, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out filling the air.

"Beg," he commanded, his voice firm.

"Please, please, please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"Louder," he ordered.

"Please!" you whimpered, the desire and need taking over. "Please, Bucky, fuck my pussy and let me come," you begged. You felt your inside tightening, you need to come right now.

Bucky leaned closer and kissed you again, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, exploring every inch. He moaned into your mouth, his fingers still pumping into you, his thumb circling your clit. "No," he said, and your eyes snapped open, meeting his blue ones. He smirked, seeing that you were close. "If you come before I tell you, I will punish you, doll."

Your eyes widened and your whole body shook with fear.

"Do you understand?" He asked, his fingers slowly pumping inside you.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

He chuckled, "You're a needy little slut, aren't you? You'd beg for my cock too, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," you moaned, the word falling from your lips without a second thought. "Please, Bucky, I need to come. I need your cock inside me, fucking me hard and fast," you begged, the words tumbling from your lips.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, his fingers picking up their pace. "You're gonna cum for me now, doll. You're gonna cum all over my fingers, and then, when you've recovered, you're gonna get on your knees and suck my cock. And when I'm ready, I'm gonna fuck you, and I'm gonna make you scream my name."

You moaned loudly as his fingers brought you closer to the edge, his words sending a thrill through you.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, doll? Having my cock buried deep inside you, fucking you senseless?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you panted, the pleasure building. He added another finger and curled them inside you, hitting your g-spot, and you gasped.

"That's it, Y/N," he groaned, his fingers moving faster. "Come for me. Let me hear you."

"I... I'm gonna..." you moaned, the pleasure building in your body. You couldn't hold back any longer, the pleasure overwhelming you,

"Come now!," he ordered his fingers working even faster, and suddenly, you exploded.

"BUCKY!" You screamed, your body shaking violently as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your body was trembling, and your juices were flowing freely down his fingers

"Such a good girl," he praised, his fingers slowing, drawing out the last of your orgasm, licking them clean. “Delicious," he murmured.

You panted, your body still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. He lowered you to the floor, your legs shaky from the intense pleasure.

Bucky chuckled, seeing the confusion on your face. "Don't worry, doll," he said, leaning down and kissing you. "We're just getting started."

"On your knees," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.

Your knees trembled and you looked up at him. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with lust. You could see his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. You did as you were told, dropping to your knees. You looked up at him, your eyes locking onto his.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, and you obeyed. "Suck my cock." His voice firm and authoritative

Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you watched him slowly unzip his pants, his thick, hard cock springing free. You stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight of him. The serum must did something to him, as his member was definitely bigger than any man you'd seen before.

"Now," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Don't be shy," he coaxed, his eyes dark with lust.

You slowly reached up and grasped his thick shaft in your hand, feeling the hot, smooth skin, marveling at the size of him. You felt a jolt of excitement run through your body as you stroked his length, feeling him twitch in your hand. You could feel yourself growing wet as you continued to stroke his cock, his member growing even harder under your touch.

His fingers tangling in your hair  "Now, put my cock in your pretty mouth, doll," he said, his voice thick with desire.

You lowered your head and opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You licked the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it, tasting his salty pre-cum. He groaned, his hips bucking as you took more of his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down.

You hummed around him, the vibration making him moan. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling at the roots as you worked your mouth up and down his shaft, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

You felt a surge of pleasure run through your body as you sucked his cock, loving the taste and feel of him in your mouth. You could feel his grip tightening on your hair as you continued to suck him, your tongue dancing along his length.

You didn't have any practice beforehand, but you are naturally gifted hearing praises, such as "Mmm, that's it.”, "Just like that.", “Fuck, you are good.” and the way his thighs trembled beside your ears were a tell-tale sign that you were doing great.

"You look so good like this," he moaned, his hand holding onto the back of your head, guiding your mouth over his cock. "I've imagined you sucking me off before."

His words made you moan around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

"You're taking my cock so well, like you were made for it."

You whimpered around him, his cock hitting the back of your throat once again. The feeling of his cock throbbing in your mouth, the taste of him, and the way he praised you were pushing you closer to the edge.

"God, your mouth feels so fucking good," he moaned, his hips thrusting as he fucked your mouth. "Such a good little slut, aren't you, doll?"

You felt your pussy clench at his words, your arousal growing with every stroke of his cock. You bobbed your head faster, taking him deeper into your mouth, loving the sounds of his moans.

His fingers tugged at your hair, the pain and pleasure mixing together to send another rush of pleasure through your body. You moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his cock, causing him to thrust deeper into your mouth.

You whimpered, your eyes watering as he pounded into your mouth. You could barely breathe, his thick cock stretching your throat as he fucked your mouth. Your pussy throbbed, your arousal coating your thighs as he mouth-fucked you.

"Oh yeah, you love this, don't you?" He groaned. "You love choking on my cock." As he thrust his cock into your mouth, his hands travelled to your breast, squeezing them hard, making you moan.

He groaned as you continued to suck, his grip on your hair tightening, the pain sending another wave of pleasure through your body. He was fucking your mouth ruthless, the wet slurping sounds were the only sound in the room. And the sounds he was making was almost enough to make you cum.

It became harder to breath with each stroke of his cock meeting the back of your throat, tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, the pain and pleasure mixing together.

He looked down at you, the sight of your mouth around his cock was almost enough to make him cum. He pulled out of your mouth with a loud pop, leaving you gasping for breath and tears running down your face.

"Look at you, what a mess you are," he smirked, his eyes raking over your body. "You're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

You felt your face flush, his words making your pussy ache with need. You whimpered, the need to be filled by his cock becoming unbearable.

"Do you want me to fuck you, doll? Do you want me to fuck you so hard, you can't walk tomorrow?"

You moaned, your body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please," you begged, your voice hoarse. "Please, fuck me, Bucky." You couldn’t think straight, you had no filter, you were just saying whatever came to mind.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back. "Say it," he growled, his eyes dark and dangerous.

"Please, Bucky," you said, your voice pleading.

"Try better than that," he said, his voice firm.

"Please fuck me, Sergeant," you whimpered, your voice laced with desperation. "Please fuck me hard and fast until I can't walk. Please use me however you want."

He smiled wickedly. "Your words, not mine. Be careful for what you wish for, doll."

He shoved you onto the floor, his body looming over you. "On the floor. On all fours now," he ordered, his voice stern and commanding.

You scrambled to comply, getting onto your hands and knees. Your heart racing as he positioned himself behind you.

"Spread your legs," he said, and you complied.

He knelt behind you, his hands roaming over your body, caressing your skin. You could feel his hands on your hips, his cock rubbing against your wetness.

"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you, Y/N?" He whispered, his voice low and husky.

You stayed quiet waiting for him. "I'm gonna make you scream and beg for me, I'm gonna make you forget everything, except my name."

His words sent a shiver through your body, his tone full of dominance and power.

"And when I'm done with you, you'll never forget me, Y/N. You'll always remember me, remember the way I made you feel."

You could feel his hardness pressing against your entrance, teasing you, tormenting you. His hands running over your ass. "But I'm not gonna go easy on you. You understand?"

"Yes," you moaned, your voice breathy. "I understand."

"Good girl," he said, and with that, he pushed his cock inside of you, filling you completely. You cried out, your body quivering as he stretched you. "Such a tight little cunt," he groaned, his hips snapping against you, his cock buried deep inside of you. "So fucking perfect."

You cried out, the pain and pleasure mixing together.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He started to move, his pace slow and steady, his cock stretching you with each thrust.

"Oh god," you moaned, your voice echoing in the room.

"You like that, Y/N?" As he slammed his cock into you, his voice full of lust.

"Yes," you moaned, the sensation driving you wild.

"That's right, doll, take my cock," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips. "Take all of it." He was rough, his pace fast and unforgiving, his cock filling you to the brim with every thrust. You cried out, the pleasure and pain mingling into a sweet symphony.

You moaned, your body shaking as he fucked you. He was pounding into you, his cock hitting all the right spots. Your body was on fire, your mind lost in a haze of lust and desire. "Who's pussy is this?," He asked.

"It's yours," you gasped, your body trembling.

"Say it again," he commanded, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

"It's yours," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Fucking right it is," he growled, his voice low and husky.

He was pounding into you, his pace relentless. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air.

He yanked your hair, forcing your head back and you whimpered. He kissed you, his tongue invading your mouth. His teeth dug into your bottom lip, making you moan.

"Who's a dirty little slut?" He demanded, his hips slapping against yours.

"Me," you gasped, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you. "I'm a dirty little slut, Bucky."

"That's right," he growled, his grip on your hair tightening. "You're my dirty little slut, and I'm gonna fucking ruin you. You’re fucking mine."

Your body trembled, your muscles tensing as his cock slammed into you. You could feel the pleasure building, the pressure mounting inside of you. You were so close, and you needed him to finish you off. "Oh god, I’m so close," you begged, your voice desperate and needy.

"Not yet," he snarled, his grip on your hair tightening. "You'll cum when I say so, and not a moment before."

"Please," you begged, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "Please let me cum, Bucky."

"Soon, doll," he promised, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Very soon." He knew you almost came and he decided to torture you further when his fingers finding your clit and he pressed down hard.

You cried out, the pleasure and pain becoming too much. "Oh god," you whimpered, your body trembling. "Please, I can't take it."

He slammed his cock into you, his balls slapping against your clit. "Yes, you can," he growled. "And you will."

You whimpered, the pressure inside of you reaching a breaking point. "Bucky, please please please," you begged, the pleasure threatening to consume you.

"Now," he commanded, his voice harsh and commanding. "Cum for me, doll."

You cried out, the pleasure exploding throughout your body. Your walls clenched around his cock, your muscles spasming. Your mind went blank, the world around you fading away. Your body was shaking uncontrollably as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hips snapping against you, his cock pounding into you.

You were exhausted, your body drained of energy. He continued to fuck you, his pace slowing slightly.

He slapped your ass, the sting of his hand sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "Such a good little slut," he growled, his hips slamming against yours. "Taking my cock so well."

"Bucky," you moaned, the pleasure building once again. "Please, I can't take anymore."

"Yes, you can," he said, his voice low and husky. He slapped your ass again, harder this time. "You're going to cum for me again, doll."

"No," you protested weakly, your body trembling with exhaustion.

“Yes," he growled, his thrusts becoming more intense. "You will." His metal hand sliding up your stomach, between your breasts, and around your throat.

Your body arched, pushing your hips further onto his cock. The sound of his ragged breaths mixed with yours as you both raced towards your climaxes. "I'm close, Y/N. So fucking close."

His hands pinched your nipples, sending another shock of pleasure through your body. He sucked on them, the sensation almost too much for you. You whimpered, his lips capturing yours again. Your tongues swirled around each other, tasting, devouring.

His cock slid in and out of you, his pace quickening. His moans and growls echoed around you as his orgasm neared. He was so close. So was you.

"Please, Bucky," you begged, your pussy clenching around his length.

He tightened his grip on your throat and slammed his hips into yours. His free hand slid down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles over it. His eyes meeting yours. his hips slapping against yours, his cock hitting all the right spots.

"Cum with me, doll. Don't close your eyes. I want to see those pretty eyes as you come apart."

Your entire body shuddered, his command sending you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around his length, milking him of his seed. Your body trembled, your muscles spasming as you rode out the waves of ecstasy. His breath becoming ragged as his own release neared.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips slapping against you. "Your cunt is so fucking perfect."

"God, yes," you moaned, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

He slammed into you, his pace becoming erratic as he neared his release. "Oh god," he moaned, his hips snapping against yours. "I'm gonna cum."

"Yes, Bucky. Cum inside me," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your words were enough to send him over the edge.

He growled, his grip on your hair tightening as he pounded into you, his cock filling you completely. He groaned as he cum, his body shuddering as his release washed over him.

"That's right," he groaned, his body going limp. "Take all of it." You felt him twitch inside of you, his hot release spilling into you.

You slumped forward, your body spent as it slick with sweat and cum.  You could hear Bucky panting behind you, his chest heaving. You rested your forehead against the floor, trying to catch your breath. You had never been fucked so thoroughly in your life. Your muscles were sore and tired, your pussy throbbing.

Bucky was still inside of you, his cock softening. He pulled out, his cum spilling out of you. You could feel his cum leaking from your pussy, dripping down your thighs. "Look at that," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Such a pretty sight." He slid a finger between your folds, collecting the sticky mess, then he pushed it back inside you. You let out a small whimper as he slowly pumped it in and out.

Bucky turned you around, your head falling back against the floor. His face hovered above yours, his blue eyes burning with lust. He looked down at you, before he could say anything, you both heard footsteps approaching.

You were panicking as someone could see you in such state, strangely, Bucky seemed unfazed, his expression steady despite the unexpected interruption. Then the next thing made your heart skipped as you heard the doorknob turning. You could only pray the ground to swallow you whole.

Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed the story! Apologies if the ending didn't meet your expectations, I'm considering a Part 2, but I'd love to hear your thoughts. I'm open to any feedback for improvement. Your input means a lot.

If you want to see more, please show your support by leaving a like. Thank you for taking the time to read!

A/N : Thank you so much for the kind replies and support! I'm really glad you enjoy the story, you have no idea how much that motivate me to continue writing. Please stay tune for part 2! Love youuuu xx

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Star Trek III Premiere - De & Carolyn

You can find the whole video on YouTube, but here are De's parts. I included the part with Leonard trying to get De's attention as I found it amusing. Right before this part, Sandi (Leonard's then wife) noticed the camera and the microphone and informed Leonard. They didn't look too happy with them coming up behind them.

Transcript below, but it was incredibly hard for me to hear.

(Unintelligble)

Leonard: Oh there's De. (Unintelligble) You know De Kelley don't you? (Laughs) Kelley. Mr. Kelley. Mr. Kelley.

Sandi: DeForest!

Leonard: Geez. So popular.

Sandi: I know. I'll go get him.

(0:32) William: I appreciate it. (kiss)

Sandi: De?

DeForest: Hi Sandi.

Sandi: A friend of yours is looking for you.

(Unintelligble)

(0:41) William: Okay. It's getting past my bedtime.

De: Captain's rank (Unintelligble)

William: (Unintelligble)

De: Now to the police department.

William: No, no autographs now, but thank you for asking.

(0:57 Carolyn's a good sport)

(1:10) Carolyn: Hi (Unintelligble). Nice to meet you finally.

(Unintelligble)

(1:22) Sandi: Wasn't he wonderful? Carolyn: Yeah, terrific.

(Unintelligble)

(1:28) Carolyn: Yeah, I was very proud of him.

(Unintelligble)

(1:58) De: There's a bigger screen over there? Yeah, yeah, I thought so. Oh I'm sure it was much better.

(Unintelligble)

I just thought it was definitely the best of the three. And it had so much (Unintelligble) things going for it. I thought, i thought everybody did a marvelous job. Beautifully directed. 'Course I knew Leonard would come through.

(Unintelligble)

De: In the morning? Not this morning but I saw him on Good Morning America.

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⚔️⚔️⚔️!!! (For the sambucky ask game 😃)

Sambucky Prompt Game

This is also for @sammysdewysensitiveeyes Thank you both for the asks! This is inspired by Sam on the bridge in TWS... if you couldn't tell

“What about Captain America? We still have him restrained.”

The question was barely audible through the crackling walkie talkie, and Bucky could only just hear it from this far away. The reply was clear as day though, even from a distance.

“Kill him.”

No. Bucky sprang into action.

He leapt over the railing and dropped down onto the platform below, directly in front of the man who had given the order.

“Wh-”

Bucky grabbed him with his left arm, and threw him off the edge of the platform. He didn’t bother to see how he landed, but he heard the impact and it didn’t sound good.

He flung his right arm out behind him, sending the knife from up his sleeve flying at a henchman.

Someone was shooting at him, so he ran, left hand covering the back of his head. He charged up the stairs, sliding another blade out from his boot. 

It ended up in some guy’s kidney. Not that bad, you can live with one kidney.

He pulled the semi-automatic from his hip, and shot the two goons flanking the door to the rest of the building. Really, he was trying to be a different guy now, a less violent guy. But these freaks had kidnapped his boyfriend so if they ended up a little gutshot, that was on them.

He'd got a chance to look at the blueprints of this building before he'd arrived, and he knew that Sam was being held in a room right at the back. It was another two hundred metres of running, mostly stairs. Shouldn't take him more than half a minute, forty-five seconds if he was slow. But then there would be more guards.

He turned the corner, and there was Sam.

Sam, in the jeans and t-shirt that he'd been wearing when he'd been captured. He was at the other end of the corridor, and heading towards him. He had a knife in his hand, presumably used to free himself and fight his way out.

"Duck!" He shouted, and Bucky obeyed, instinct taking over. He dropped low and turned, firing down the corridor to deter them, as Sam's knife flew over his head and hit the goon behind him.

He misjudged something though, because suddenly the door next to them burst open, and another guy sprang out towards them.

Before Bucky even had time to panic, Sam had dealt with it. He had pulled another knife out from somewhere near his ankle and ran it into the guy's side, and he crumpled to the floor.

Bucky checked the door. Just a supply closet, no one else inside.

However many of these goons were left, they seemed to have fallen back for now. Bucky stopped to reload, and to look at Sam. To gawk, maybe.

He knew Sam was good at this. Obviously he knew that, but it was something else seeing it in action.

“Oh, hey,” Sam said casually. “You came to get me, that’s so sweet.”

“I… Uh-”

The henchman on the floor struggled to turn over, hand pressed onto his side.

“You just stabbed me!” He yelled in shock.

Sam faced him where he fell and cocked his head.

“Uh huh.”

“That’s not a very Captain America thing for you to do, geez!” 

“Oh, shut up. You’ll be fine,” Sam retorted. “Just keep pressure on it.”

He turned back to Bucky and gestured at the gun he was holding.

“You got another one of those?” 

He didn’t wait for a reply, he just reached into Bucky’s holster and took the second gun from where it had been resting against Bucky’s ribcage. 

And there was definitely something wrong with Bucky because for some reason even that tiny second of contact made his breath catch.

“You alright?”

“Ungh,” Bucky managed.

“What? What is it?”

The look on his face made it clear that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing to Bucky. He was just standing there, brown eyes wide, breathing a little heavy, a slight shimmer of sweat on his face… his arms. Oh, Jesus his arms. 

Get yourself together Barnes.

“Come on,” he said. “I’m taking you home.”

“Not that I don’t appreciate it, but I was managing fine.”

“No.” Bucky reached for Sam’s hand and pulled him towards him, ignoring the henchman who was still writhing on the floor next to them. “I’m taking you home, sweetheart.”

“Hnngh.”

[heyiwrotesomethings]

I made my promise I would make a request of this so here it is. May I please request y/n and Shinobu from different fics all meeting each other? Like for an example, painter reader and demon Shinobu meeting y/n from another fic and human Shinobu. Or maybe cat demon y/n meeting y/n that could mimic everyones voices. Maybe one modern y/n and Shinobu meeting the demon slayer timeline Shinobu and y/n.

Sorry the list got so long, you don’t have to do all of them, these were just examples :D

Anyways thank you for your time and I hope you have a great day/night! Take care and stay safe! <333

Into the Shinobu-Verse

Shinobu Kochou Variants x She/ Her and They/ Them Reader Variants

A/N: You know what? I think this turned out pretty good! It’s goofy, but I think that helped me work faster. Here are the links to the fics that got their own little spot light in order of appearance Fic1 Fic2 Fic3 Fic4 Fic5 Fic6 Fic7 Fic8 Fic9 Thanks for reading, hope you like it! Word Count: 3,901

“Okay, okay, everyone stand still, stay calm, and remain quiet so we can establish assigned seats and then we can sort all of this out in a timely manner.” Shinobu called out over the crowded tea room, it was the largest space they had that could fit all these… uncomfortably familiar faces.

“(Y/n) can you make sure everyone stays connected to who they came with?”

“I’ll try my best.” (Y/n) sighed, as tired as they were anxious to see all these alternate versions of themself that had suddenly popped into existence one by one, or two by two if you counted the Shinobus they came in with. “Okay, can everyone stop talking please? Hey, be quiet everyone! Hello?! Please?! Oh, come on—!”

A loud, very convincing siren noise screeched from within the crowd and everyone clammed up, swiveling their heads to find the source of the noise. It was one of the (Y/n)s, her Shinobu had been the only one to cover her ears in preparation and rolled her eyes playfully at the disruptive mimic.

“Uh, thank you for that.” (Y/n) cleared her throat.

“No problem, me!” The mimic flashed a thumbs up over the crowd.

“Okay, um, mimic me and your accompanying Shinobu, you can sit right here.” (Y/n) motioned them over to a spot on the tatami floor and gave them each a paper with the number one on it. “These will help us keep track of who is who and who comes from where kinda I guess.”

“Excuse us, can we please just skip this and figure out how to go home now?” Another (Y/n), quite noticeably older than most spoke up, “We have children we need to pick up from school in a few hours.”

“Really, kids?”

There was a mix of curiousness, confusion and envy that came over the space.

“Can you turn on the AC or something, it’s insanely hot in here.” The accompanying Shinobu groaned, wiping sweat from her forehead. “Or is this a completely historically accurate mansion from the Taisho era or something?”

“What is… AC?”

“How do you not know what AC is?”

“It’s a completely modern mansion!”

“I can’t even get any cell service here…”

“What era are you from?”

“The Reiwa era, obviously.” The older Shinobu spoke matter-of-factly.

“Reiwa?!”

“What’s that?!”

More confused murmurs began but (Y/n) yelled over them, asking everyone to settle down once more.

“Listen, we will work as quickly as we can to get everyone back to where they belong, just bear with us, go sit next to group one please.” She handed two scraps of paper with the number two on them to the older couple.

“Okay, uh, how about you?” (Y/n) pointed to another version of themself who was dressed in much the same odd clothes as the one they had just checked in, but this (Y/n) just looked at them like a startled deer. “Um,” she pointed more obviously, “I’m talking to you, come forward with the Shinobu you came with please.”

“Oh geez,” the Shinobu beside the other (Y/n) stepped forward, “She doesn’t speak Japanese, and mine isn’t that great either. We’re from America.”

“Oh, okay!” (Y/n) spoke up before the crowd could grow in volume again, “come take these papers and sit beside group two, please.”

“Sure,” this Shinobu came forward and perched her strange, blacked out glasses on top on her head, and scrutinized (Y/n) as she took the papers, “So Taisho, for real?”

“…Yeah.”

“Damn it! I really wish I had my gear with me! This has ghost shit written all over it!” She said to her accompanying (Y/n) in their native tongue.

“Okay, I don’t know what you are saying, but please move along, much more to get through!”

A commotion in the back of the room drew (Y/n)’s attention and then could see swords had been drawn.

“Hey! Hey! Put those swords away! What are you doing?!”

“These two are demons!” A few of the Shinobus responded tightly, “And these traitors are protecting them!”

“She has never hurt anyone! You leave her alone, or I will not hesitate to cut you down as well!” The Shinobu protecting the cowering feline demon threatened.

“You know how much I love to feed off negative emotions, but I’m feeling a little too full right now.” The other demon (Y/n) murmured in a strained joking tone to their own Shinobu variant who was in a similar protective stance in front of them.

“Enough!” Shinobu called out, her voice carrying more weight than (Y/n)’s at the moment, “(Y/n)’s right, swords away! We don’t know what the situation is like in everyone else’s plane of existence. Unless you are on the verge of being attacked, you must leave those demon variants alone!”

“Thank you”, the four called, relieved. They carefully made their way to the front and took the four and five group numbers and sat closely together, finding comfort in their solidarity.

“Okay, how about you two next?” (Y/n) quickly got back to work. The sooner they got this taken care of, the sooner they could go to bed and sleep off the headache they felt coming on.

Without a fuss they came forward and that was when (Y/n) noticed that they were both splattered with blood. No wonder the couples around them seemed concerned.

“Oh my! Are you two okay?”

“Oh yes, just fine,” the Shinobu in the backless, black dress smiled, (Y/n) caught sight of the sprawling, flowery back tattoo she had as this Shinobu twisted around to observe herself, “we’re actually glad to be here. We were in a bit of a pinch.”

“I almost had them.” The (Y/n) with her groaned. “Now that we’re here, who knows what those bastards are up to? You know how much I hate loose ends.”

“One thing at a time dear, once we figure out how to get back, we’ll do a complete overhaul.”

“That’s some back tattoo,” a (Y/n) from the crowd spoke up, “Are you part of the Yakuza or something?”

“Or something.” The Shinobu smirked and gave a wink as she took the group six papers.

That (Y/n)’s accompanying Shinobu shot the other a warning look, pulling her partner possessively into her body.

“Okay— wait, Mitsuri? What are you doing here?” (Y/n) had looked out upon the crowd again to see a bright pink and green shock of hair that stuck out from the room.

“Um, I’m with these two actually?” Mitsuri sounded almost unsure, but held the (Y/n) and Shinobu she came with an assured tightness as if she was afraid of being separated.

“That’s weird… why would you be here from another plane if no other Mitsuris are?” Shinobu pondered alongside (Y/n)

“Ummm… oh!” Mitsuri snapped, “Maybe it’s because all three of us are dating each other like all you couples seem to be?”

There was a smattering of noise, probably from (Y/n)s and Shinobus who were thinking they just might have to shoot their shots with their Mitsuris when they made it back home.

“That makes just about as much sense as anyone being here in the first place I guess.” (Y/n) handed the group of three, three pieces of paper with the number seven scribbled on them.

“Okay, you next!” (Y/n) pointed at another (Y/n), then made them stop when two Shinobus followed along with them. “Oh, wait a second, do we have our first mix up? Is there a (Y/n) out there who lost their Shinobu?”

“Nope. This is normal for us actually.” The (Y/n) spoke up. They took note of the bewildered looks they were receiving and shrugged, “Cloning mishap.” As if that made it sound any less insane. The trio stepped up and took their group eight papers, smirking when they heard a couple mutterings of ‘lucky bastard’ from the crowd.

Finally, after nearly a half hour of sorting, the last group was seated and (Y/n) sunk to their knees, exhausted. At least now this was Shinobu’s show to run, hopefully she and the other Shinobus would figure out how to get everyone back where they belonged soon.

“Alright everyone, let’s go through each group and see if there is a connection between what everyone was doing before you were sent here. Group one—“

There was a sudden snapping and popping crackle noise and a flash of purple light. Everyone flinched, but not because of the sound or light itself, they had all arrived in much the same manner, but what did disturb them has the immense demonic presence that had suddenly enveloped the room.

“Ah,” the demon Shinobu that had appeared at the front of the room stretched one set of arms over her head and her secondary arms out in front of her, four piercing eyes scanned the room appraisingly and a fanged grin spread across her face, “Not quite what I had in mind, but I can work with this.”

The room was filled with a twang of swords being drawn by all who had them. The energy this demon emitted left no doubt that she was sinister.

The (Y/n) who had appeared with the demon, anxiously clung to her deep purple kimono with paint stained hands.

“Such protective little ants.” The demon Shinobu’s eyes darkened and her grin curled into a sneer, “I’m only collecting what is rightfully mine. Afterwards, you all can be in your merry ways.”

“And what could we possibly have that belongs to you?” Was the sentiment that was heard from the crowd.

“As if it isn’t obvious, a pity I’m not as intelligent in ever universe. I will be taking all the variants of my beloved artist back home. Worry not, trust that I will take care of them better than any of you could ever dream of.”

The room erupted in a chorus of angry and nervous voices.

“Silence!” The demon’s butterfly wings fanned out, sharp and black as midnight with large, iridescent toxic purple rings.

“Shinobu-sama, please,” the Artist carefully maneuvered around a wing to clasp her arms around two of Shinobu’s, “maybe this was a mistake.”

“Wanting you is not a mistake.” Demon Shinobu assured grouchily.

“Well, no… but maybe wanting more than one of me is?” The Artist murmured quietly, looking down at her feet.

“Nonsense, if one is good then adding more could only make things even better. Now,” she spread her free arms out to sweep over the crowd, “come forward my little pets.”

No one moved an inch, making the demon roll her eyes and huff in frustration. She just couldn’t fathom what was making the (Y/n)s stay put. Couldn’t they see she was superior to all the other Shinobus by leaps and bounds? Better than them all combined, even?

“Then I’ll just have to be a little more persuasive.”

The demon brushed her (Y/n) off of her arms and spread all four limbs out into an ‘x’ shape. Then with a couple beats of her wings, she emitted a purple dust that soon spread throughout the room.

Then chaos.

One by one, (Y/n)s began fading away, slipping right through the desperate fingers that were grabbing at them. Those with swords leapt forward at the demon, but she and her own (Y/n) were fading as well, the echo of an evil cackle was all that was left behind before a heavy silence filled the room.

But then one shuddering breath from somewhere within the crowd and everyone began breaking down in their own ways. The Mitsuri variant hand her hands full trying to bring comfort to every other Shinobu she could find along with her own, trying to stem the flow of her own tears.

“Everyone stop.” Shinobu, the one of this universe, called over the crowd, “Sitting here feeling sorry for ourselves won’t get us any closer to getting our (Y/n)s back!” She seethed, eyes blazing. “We have work to do. If anyone can figure out how to find them, it’s us.”

Everyone in the room began to steel themselves, nodding and agreeing and rallying around each other. They were the biggest scientific minds in most of their universes, if they put their minds together, they could figure this out.

“We will get them back!”

***

Demon Shinobu was getting impatient. Her new playthings were very, very slow to warm up to her and a few had attempted to behead her more times than she’d like to think about. She was a gracious host, gave them everything they could ever need. Why couldn’t they behave?

“How is the art going, lovelies?” She asked a group.

“Oh just great. I think I got you just right.” One of them slid the paper over to her with a smirk.

It was an unrefined, scribbled illustration. Not the least bit dignified. Her four eyes were looking in completely different directions, tongue sticking out, among other things.

“What are those lines signifying?” She asked pointing to the wavy lines that her form seemed to be emitting.

“How much you stink.” The (Y/n) shrugged with a roguish smile, accepting the high-five another (Y/n) offered them.

Shinobu blinked all four eyes simultaneously, looking thoroughly unamused.

“Children.” She muttered.

“I’m thirty-three.” The one who provided the high-five retorted.

“Well I’m over two hundred years old so that means nothing to me.”

At another table further away, the Artist sulked, half heartedly painting along side a few of her variants as she had been for the last few weeks, hardly saying a word most days.

“You aren’t trapped here like us, are you?” One (Y/n) whispered. “You like, actually love her.”

The Artist signed and nodded solemnly.

“So you probably like us being here as much as we like being here.” Another (Y/n) spoke up, “You should tell her that! Your word probably carries way more weight than ours. If you told her to send us all back to where we belong, I bet she’d listen.”

“Shinobu-sama does as she pleases, it won’t matter what I say…” the Artist said, continuing on with painting her depressing scene.

“Sure it will, you got a better chance than any of us do at least, really. Don’t you want her all to yourself again?”

“Of course I do!” The Artist didn’t yell, but it was the loudest the rest had heard her speak since they knew her. “I just don’t think it’ll matter…”

“Sure it will. Just try once, please, for all our sakes. We have Shinobus of our own that we long to get back to and I don’t know about you guys, but mine is definitely not coping healthily about this whole situation.”

“Neither is mine.”

“Nope.”

“Definitely not.”

“She probably hasn’t slept at all!”

“Our Shinobus all have one thing in common. She loves us unconditionally. It’s the same for you, it has to be.”

The Artist looked around the table, then across the art studio at all the gloomy and depressed variants of herself. They all looked as miserable as she felt. She owed it to them to at least try to talk to her muse.

“Okay… I’ll talk to her.”

“Thank you!”

“You’ve got this!”

“Demon or not, she’s a Shinobu at her core. She’ll listen to you!”

The Artist stood from her table and allowed the reassuring hands of her variants push her forward on wobbly legs. She had never gone against Shinobu like this before, or even in general honestly. She was always far too eager to please her and far too meek to voice any disagreement. That was how they ended up like this in the first place. Perhaps if she had spoken out against her muse’s plan, everyone would still be in their own universes none the wiser.

She swallowed thickly and approached the demon who turned to her as soon as she felt her coming.

“Shinobu-sama, I would like to, oh, um, I’m the (Y/n) who—“

“I know you are my first pet. Just say what you want to say.” Shinobu’s words sounded abrupt, but the Artist knew that was just how she spoke sometimes. She could be just a little impatient. The Artist thought it was cute.

“How can you tell it is me?”

“You think I couldn’t tell the original masterpiece from all these flimsy copies? Don’t make me laugh. Now tell me what you have to say, I’m in the midst of trying to convince these foolish demon variants to eat a human or two so they can get stronger and reach their full potentials.”

“Well, um,”

“Hahh, we will talk in the hall then,” Shinobu lifted her head up to address the room, in a semi-sweet voice “remember, try to escape into my woods and you’ll be as good as dead!”

She then pulled the Artist out of the large studio space and a ways down the hall of her sprawling mansion. The Artist’s mind was still spinning from the compliment the demon had tossed her way. She thought she was a masterpiece!

“Now talk, don’t think I haven’t noticed you acting cold… have the variants been giving you a hard time?” She added as an afterthought, showing a flash of fang at her displeasure at the thought.

“No! Not at all!” The Artist answered hurriedly, “It’s just… don’t you think that maybe… you should take them back to where they came from?”

“They’ll get over it soon enough I’m sure. Can’t be rebellious forever. I can handle whatever pettiness they throw at me. I’m not afraid of a little hard work. You don’t have to worry about me, pet.”

“It’s not about that it’s… well…”

“Yes? Spit it out.”

“Never mind. I’m sorry.” The Artist backed out. She was a fool for ever thinking she could do this. She began mentally apologing to all the people she left in the studio as she turned around to walk back, but the demon stopped her in her tracks and spun her back around with a flurry of arms.

“No, no. No never minding. You disrupt me like this, I expect to hear the reason. Speak, pet.”

“It’s nothing…”

“It is something and you will tell me now.” Shinobu murmured darkly. “Don’t test me further.”

The Artist swiftly shook her head and tried to turn again, but it hard when there were four insistent arms pinning her in place.

“Don’t. Be. Difficult.” She hissed. “You’re usually so good—“

“I want you to send the variants home!” The Artist suddenly snapped. “I want all of your attention on just myself again!”

She breathed heavily for several seconds and Shinobu stared at her dumbfounded. When the Artist had time to process what she said, she quickly ducked her head down and shrunk into herself as best she could with Shinobu’s arms around her. Not much longer after that, she heard the demon chuckle and renew her grip, pulling her close.

“Is that so, pet? You want my attention?” She cooed, “My, I’ve never seen you speak your mind like this and you look so expressive too. It’s very cute.”

Shinobu’s wings unfurled and wrapped around the Artist in a comforting manner that she rarely shared, save for a few occasions when she was feeling possessive or even rarer occasions when she felt particularly cuddly.

“Do you really want me to send them all away? Would that make you happy? Don’t think I haven’t noticed how drab your scenes have been lately.”

“Yes. It would make me happy for it to just be us again.”

“So selfish, pet,” before the Artist could tilt her head away in shame, Shinobu brought it back with a finger, “I like it.”

The Artist gave her a shy smile and Shinobu gave a delightfully evil-looking grin in return.

“But may I just keep a few to devour at my leisure?”

“Please don’t.”

“Very well. You are lucky I am so accommodating to your silly little whims.”

***

“Check the math again.”

“Who has seen Variant 27? She was supposed to be back from the bookstore an hour ago!”

“En went looking for her, apparently that bookstore is on the other end of town in her universe. She will be back any minute!”

The Shinobus (plus one Mitsuri) had been toiling nonstop, researching all they could about travel through dimensions, time, space, whatever they could get their hands on. So far they had yielded little results. They were starting think this was part of the demon variant’s blood art. No one would say it out loud, but they were all beginning to think that they had no hope in getting their loved ones back.

That is, until they heard that snapping crackle that had haunted what little sleep they had allowed themselves. They were all up in arms until their (Y/n)s began fading back into existence then they were rushing in for bone crushing hugs.

Among the last of the arrivals was the demon Shinobu and her (Y/n), both looking extra close to each other.

“Hurry along, chop-chop. Everyone found who they belong to? Good.” The demon sounded completely disinterested in even her own words, ready to go back to her normal routine.

“You’re setting them free just like that?” A few Shinobus asked skeptically.

“Yes. They’re obnoxious and grating. I can’t stand them for even a moment more.”

A couple more Shinobus felt comfortable enough to joke that they felt the same, even suggesting that the demon take theirs back despite how frantically they had been searching over the last few weeks.

“Too bad, your problem now.” The demon snapped her fingers and flicked her wings, this time, (Y/n)s and their Shinobus had begun to fade. “I’m sending you back to your original dimensions. When you arrive, it will be the same day it was when you left. Wish I could say it was a pleasure, but it wasn’t.”

The crowded room was filled with goodbyes, variants which had become friends waved and thanked each other for keeping themselves sane and soon only two pairs remained, the original duo from this dimension, and the demon and her artist.

“See, it wasn’t that bad, right?” (Y/n) smiled at the Artist.

“It wasn’t. Thank you for giving me that push I needed.”

“And thank you for getting me back home.”

“I did that.” The demon scoffed. “Anyway, enough of this. I don’t know what it is, but seeing myself in this sorry human form in making my head ache.”

“I could say similar things about your sorry state.” The human Shinobu quipped.

“I’m ready to go as well.” The Artist hugged the demon’s left arms, dissuading her from turning their little quips into a full out brawl.

(Y/n) and Shinobu waved goodbye to the variants as they faded from sight. When they were gone, Shinobu all but collapsed in (Y/n)’s arms.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” She whispered against their neck.

“Glad to be back, I missed you so much.” (Y/n) hugged her tight. “If I’m tired, you must be down right exhausted. Have you been eating enough?”

“Yes, Aoi had everyone working overtime in the kitchen to keep us fed. If we didn’t eat, she’d have force fed us. She was already mad enough about us overworking ourselves as it stood.��

“Good ol’ Aoi.” (Y/n) smiled. “Let’s get you into bed.”

“Only if you’re coming with me. I don’t feel like you’re really here just yet.” Her grip on their clothes tightened a little for emphasis.

“Of course. Nothing would make me happier.”

[jadegretz]

Lady Deadpool: The Art of Tactical Insanity by Jade Gretz

The Last Stand of Lady Deadpool

The sun hung low in the blood-red sky, casting a sickly glow over the shattered remains of what had once been a thriving city. Skyscrapers, now crumbling monoliths, jutted out of the ground like broken teeth, their windows shattered, their steel frames twisted and scorched. The streets, once teeming with life, were now deserted, the silence broken only by the distant, eerie moans of the undead that roamed the desolate landscape.

In the midst of this apocalyptic wasteland, a lone figure moved with the confidence of someone who had nothing left to lose. Clad in red and black spandex, with a mask that covered her entire face save for her wild, blonde ponytail, Lady Deadpool strode through the ruins, her twin katanas strapped to her back, guns holstered at her hips, and a wisecrack ready on her lips.

“Geez, it’s like a scene straight out of The Walking Dead,” she muttered to herself, kicking a loose piece of rubble out of her path. “Except, you know, with more spandex and fewer soap opera subplots.”

Lady Deadpool—Wanda Wilson, to those who knew her before the world went to hell—wasn’t the kind to let a little thing like the end of civilization get her down. She had survived too much, fought too hard, to give up now. Even if that meant slicing and dicing her way through hordes of zombified former superheroes who once fought alongside her.

“Hey, Cap!” she shouted, spotting a familiar star-spangled figure shambling toward her, his shield dragging on the ground behind him. “Looking a little worse for wear there, buddy! You should really try exfoliating. Maybe a nice mud mask?”

Captain America—or what was left of him—let out a guttural growl as he lunged at her, his decaying flesh hanging off his bones, his once-proud uniform now tattered and stained with blood. Lady Deadpool sighed, drawing one of her katanas in a flash of silver.

“Always the strong, silent type, huh? Well, I’ve got news for you, Cap—it’s time for your final curtain call!”

With a swift, fluid motion, she brought her katana down, the blade sl …(see the rest of the story at deviantart.com/jadegretzAI). For more supergirl, chun li, batgirl, tifa, lara croft, wonder woman, rogue and much more, please visit my page at www.deviantart.com/jadegretzai - Thanks for your support :)

[zepskies]

Writer Tag

Thank you so much for tagging me @venus-haze! As always, your responses on this were really interesting and got me thinking about my answers. (Here's the original post.)

So these first questions are geared toward Ao3 stories.

How many works do you have on AO3? 48 and counting.

What's your total AO3 word count? Aw geez. According to the statistics page, 1,022,400.

(But I have more fics listed in Tumblr thanks to headcanons and things not yet posted in Ao3.)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Every Loyalty - (Jon Snow x OC)

And So It Goes - (Butcher x OC)

Never Say Goodbye - (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Break Me Down - (OC Version | Soldier Boy x OC)

Checkerboard - (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! Always. I love getting feedback and engaging with the people who take the time to read my work. 💜

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Ooh, it's gotta be this imagine in SPN fandom: "Sam crosses the line." In which he's in love with Dean's girlfriend.

(Sequel to "You are Dean's one exception.")

What the fic you've written with the happiest ending? Well, most of my stories have happy endings. But probably Never Say Goodbye (Dean W. x Reader). It's a soulmate AU, so very rom-com and fluffy, despite all the drama they went through.

Though I could also say the same of the last story in the Midnight Espresso-verse: In Bad Weather.

Do you write crossovers? No, I don't. I've enjoyed reading a few though.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Yes, unfortunately lol. It's inevitable for as long as I've been writing though.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh yes lol. I'm a romantic though, so it's often a mix of fluff, straight up romance, occasionally dashed with angst and/or hurt/comfort.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge. (I hope not!)

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, but I've received solicitations lol.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yeah, when I was a teenager just starting out writing, I used to write with one of my best friends growing up. (We're still good friends to this day.)

What's your all-time favorite ship? That's pretty much impossible. 🤣 It depends on the fandom! Nowadays I tend to write for OCs or reader inserts though.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? Ooof, nothing recent. But I finally finished And So It Goes, which took me 3 years for some reason. 🙃

Though I do have both a Jason Teague x OC series and a Smallville Clark Kent x OC series outlined that realistically, I probably won't get to. 💔

What are your writing strengths? I've been told I'm good at dialogue and keeping canon characters in character, which is always amazing to hear! I try my best.

What are your writing weaknesses? Action scenes and smut scenes are my biggest writing challenges, though I've been told I do a decent job at them. I know I tend to use adverbs a lot lol (I'm trying to curb that).

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? So I try to minimize use of this, but, I've gotten critiqued (putting it mildly) on this before for two reasons. Admittedly, I've had to revise myself in certain use cases, but also, there are slang words and phrases in certain Spanish cultures that wouldn't make sense to another Hispanic/Latino culture that doesn't use the word/phrase. So sometimes, it's not that it's wrong grammatically, but that it's slang.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Oh jeezus, probably Chronicles of Narnia fandom when I was like, 10 and brand new to writing. 😂

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? Ooh a tough one. I feel like there are so many! I do have a story I had outline years ago now for Steve Rogers/Captain America back in the MCU fandom (which I've written in before). But that fandom is a bit intimidating. 😂

What's your favorite fic you've written? Also really tough for me. I think it's a tie between two series:

Break Me Down (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Midnight Espresso (Dean W. x Plus-Sized Latina!Reader)

One totally took me by surprise by how much I enjoyed writing the series and the characters (and figuring out how to write Soldier Boy/Ben 😂).

While the other allowed me to be a little more indulgent with myself, writing from my personal experience and my culture.

The responses on both stories have been amazing and incredibly heartwarming. 💗

No pressure tags:

@thatonewriter15 @waywardxwords @impala-dreamer @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @deanwritings @deanwinchesterswitch @deanbrainrotwritings @kaleldobrev -- and whoever else wants to join! 💜

[johnschneiderblog]

It ain't me!

Faithful readers of this blog know that I'm joined at the hip, digitally speaking, with that other John Schneider, the actor/singer/songwriter (I must be feeling generous today) most famous for his role as Bo Duke in the early-80s TV show "Dukes of Hazzard."

As such, I've been accused of snubbing fans, crushing hopes and even heartlessly selling "The General Lee" (the confederate flag-infested Dodge Charger Bo piloted on his moonshining rounds).

It's my burden to bear. But associating me with the 2022 movie "To Die For" is, well ... that's taking it too far. Yes, John Schneider wrote, directed and starred in the movie. The other John Schneider. NOT ME.

I didn't know the movie existed until Thursday when I got a thank-you email from a woman in Manila, Arizona. She wrote, in part: "It's time Americans stand up to those who will not realize what we have and make a mockery of our flag and nation."

So, I found the trailer and read a little of what Schneider said about the movie: " ... What can one man do to fight the intentional decay of the greatest country the world has ever known? Speak out. Live a patriotic example. And, if necessary, die for his flag. Why..? Because she's worth it." Ah, geeze ...

Some snippets from online reviews:

" ... It's like (Schneider) teamed up with some car salesman he met at AA and shot the whole thing in his basement against an Amazon Basics green blanket ..."

"Wow … he thought calling the Native American neighbor 'Tonto' was a good look?"

"I love how right-wingers always create these geriatric, macho patriot fantasies around their identity politics where they get to pretend like they’re an oppressed minority in an intolerant country."

"The acting, dialogue, self-victimization, and plot are so ridiculously awful I can’t believe anybody spent time and money on this."

"The generation of 'get off my lawn' brings you 2 hours of MAGA talking points that liberals hate America and the youth is trash. This may be one of the most poorly shot, edited and sound captured movies in existence."

[brook1yn-baby]

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kenjorine band au oneshot <3

characters; kenny mccormick x marjorine stotch

warnings; tooth-rotting fluff teehee

a/n; short lil oneshot bcos i love these silly little guys!!

the brick wall of the alleyway is cold and damp as marj leans her head against it, finger twirled around the cord of a decrepit payphone. she’s lucky it still works, she thinks, before her thoughts are drowned out by the dial tone she’d come to know and love.

crimson dawn’s tour had been a success thus far; 14 sold out shows, with 1 more to go. stan, jimmy, marj and bebe had spent countless nights exploring the cities they’d only be in for a day or so, before they’d be back on the bus, travelling to the next to do it all over again. it was incredible, and she’d seen more of america than she thought she’d ever see in her life in just the space of two weeks. the band had been a silly pastime for her a year ago. an escape from her parents and their sheltered household. now, playing to crowds of thousands of fans every night, she’s sure nothing can feel as perfect as this.

well, except, maybe..

“marj.”

his voice is quiet, and she almost doesn’t hear it over the sound of the bustling nighttime streets of phoenix. she holds in a squeal of happiness. “hiya, ken!”

she can hear him chuckle from the other side of the phone, then sigh. it’s not a frustrated sigh, or a fed-up sigh- those, she was used to hearing, especially from her parents. this was a sigh of comfort, like a weight’s been lifted from kenny’s shoulders.

he’d never been a religious man, though his family were. promises of eternal happiness and a loving god with a ‘plan’ seemed so far from reality. but, after every show, when the phone rings and he hears her sweet, sweet voice, he could fall to his knees and pray, thank whatever divine being brought her to him.

“how was the show?” it’s a simple question, and he asks it every night without fail. he makes sure she’s okay after the bad ones, and congratulates her after the good ones, and always, always tells her how proud he is of her. kenny had left crimson dawn to work with his brother at the auto shop, hoping to save up some money to put karen through college further down the line. marjorine was still butters back then. music wasn’t kenny’s biggest passion anyway. that spot was saved for his sister and now, also, marj. the only people in the world he’d die a hundred times over for.

“so much fun. our next one’s gonna be the best we’ve ever done, though. pinky promise.” she giggles into the receiver. stan had made sure that south park was their last stop on the tour, meaning tomorrow she’d be home. maybe not her actual house; she’d been living in bebe’s spare room since she told her parents she didn’t wanna go to college. no, home. with kenny. she swears she can hear his grin through the phone.

“do i get a backstage pass? yknow, since i’m a groupie.” she laughs and it’s loud and real and it feels so good to be joking around, to forget about how difficult it is being away from him. “aw ken, of course you do! i wouldn’t exactly call you a groupie, though,”

“my girlfriend is a fuckin’ gorgeous, talented rockstar. i wear the word groupie like a badge of honour, babe.”

marj looks out to the street as she hears the backstage door open, watching jimmy lean against the handrail of the stairs while stan and bebe use his crutches as swords, doubling over, laughing their asses off. they’re all red in the face, still sweating from the show, but they’re having the time of their lives, and so is she. admiring the people she’s been through her worst and best times with as they act like completely loveable idiots. it’s bittersweet; she wishes kenny was there to watch too.

she’s silent for a moment, listening to his soft, rhythmic breathing, dulled slightly by the static of the old phone. “geez, ken, i miss you,” it comes out cracked and quiet, and she doesn’t even realise there’s a tear rolling down her cheek until it brushes her lip. she wipes it away, pretending it’s his hand instead of her own. “one more night, babe. then i’m all yours.” marj lets out a sniffly laugh, even though she knows his words aren’t true. it didn’t matter whether she was in his arms, or in the depths of hell; wherever they ended up, he’d always be all hers.

[momoguido]

I've started watching Marvel movies to try to get a little more understanding of this culture I live in. Impressions so far:

Doctor Strange: has my favorite powers, but I can't stand his personality. Wish he was more likeable because I really wanted him to be my fav.

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness: oh geez there is so much lore I missed. America Chavez is cool, I like the jaded world-hopper thing. Scarlet Witch feels like someone who just shows up to be evil and then lose. Maybe if I'd seen more of her arc the thing with her kids would be more meaningful.

Iron Man: literally turned it off like 10 minutes in, maybe less. No thank you.

Thor: I like this guy. Loki's mind games are cool but they feel under-developed

The Avengers: The first one that actually felt well-written. Captain America gets some honest-to-god choreography, which is nice. Black Widow's mind games have way more pizzazz than Loki's. The archer guy seems cool but he was mind controlled for half the movie.

Over all, I mostly wish they'd just hire actors who can fight instead of faking nearly everything. That's one advantage to the Japanese system, where they have separate casts of people who do the acting and people who do the stunts.

[thebeatles-world]

Eternal Flame

Summary: *This is a series *

*mentions of verbal abuse*

The year is 1964. Reader is unhappy with her fiancé who makes her move with him to England to get away from her family & his home life in the United States of America. Her fiancé is controlling, has bad anger issues, blames her for his own issues, doesn’t defend her when his friends pick on her, shames her & yells at her.

Until one day she meets one of the band members from The Beatles who happens to be George Harrison in a coffee shop on a early morning. They both have a friendly conversation & they get to know each other as the days go by. But they noticed that they have feelings for each other. Reader believes that George was send to her by a angel to save her from the toxic and manipulative relationship that she is currently going through. But what happens when Reader’s crazy fiancé finds out that George and Reader have strong feeling for each other? Will he destroy their love and their life?…

Part 1:

April 1964

You felt mentally exhausted from dealing with your fiancé Allen. The fights that lasted all night. The screaming that you had to put through. The mental breakdowns you had when you hid in the bathroom. It was all too much for you. You could go on but it only made your mental health worse.

You knew you couldn’t leave him. You worked part time as a waitress and you didn’t make much money as Allen did. Allen made more money than you did. You couldn’t afford a place for yourself. As much as you wanted too. So In the meantime you were stuck with Allen.

He proposed to you forcefully back home in the United States of America. That’s where you two were from. You had your family there. His family too. Especially your friends. It hurt your heart a lot once Allen forced you to move to England with him. You had to leave your family and friends behind.

This happen two months ago. Now you are permanently stuck in England with Allen.

“Geez… do I really have to wear this thing on my finger?” You said to yourself as you looked at your engagement ring. It was 7am in the morning. Allen had already went to work an hour ago. So you were by yourself in the flat.

You knew If you didn’t wear your engagement ring, Allen would have a huge fit if he found out. But you didn’t have to worry about it because he wouldn’t get home until later in the afternoon. Besides you were just going to go out to get a drink of coffee to keep you up.

You didn’t get much sleep last night due to you and Allen fighting for hours and hours which seem like it. You tossed and turn all night, wondering how in the heck were you going to be able to leave him one day… You had enough. You have been dealing with this for a year.

You brushed your teeth, got dressed, and did your hair. Before you headed out the door, you secretly hid your engagement ring under the pillow. You knew that you would have to put it back on when you got home. Before Allen found out that you didn’t have it on.

“It wouldn’t take long to get coffee anyways.” You thought as you locked the door.

You walked out in the warm and sunny spring morning. Spring was one of your favorite seasons.

You felt relaxed as you walked down to the coffee shop. You loved taking walks. It made you stay focused on your mental health.

You turned around the corner to the nearest coffee shop. You open the door and you could smell the coffee in the air. That was a another thing that kept your mind relaxed as well was smelling the coffee in the air.

With a happy sigh, you ordered your coffee at the front.

You waited for your coffee to be made for about 5 minutes.

Then when your coffee was ready, you grabbed it from the counter and said “Thank You.”

As you were grabbing two pair of napkins, you suddenly bumped your arm into someone behind you.

“Oh my goodness, I am so sorry!” You begin to say as you turned around. You raised a eyebrow as you looked at the person behind you. He looked awfully familiar. He had a mop top hairstyle and wore fancy clothes. You could have swore you seen him somewhere. But you didn’t know where at.

“It’s okay darling. I know it was a accident.” He said in his accent that you thought was really relaxing to hear.

“I’m sorry you just look familiar… I just can’t wrap my head around it.” You apologized to him for staring at him for seconds as you were trying to figure out why he looked so familiar.

“I’m George Harrison. I’m one of the members from The Beatles.” He said with a charming smile that almost made you blush just by looking at him.

“Oh! Yeah, that’s why you look so familiar. I am so sorry I didn’t recognize you. I actually do listen to The Beatles and the music but honestly I don’t really pay attention to the band members from The Beatles just the music. I mean i pay attention to The Beatles when I look at the album cover.” You felt your face turn bright red as you spoke to George.

You knew you didn’t make sense when you spoke to George but you felt nervous just talking to him in person!

You only listen to a few songs from The Beatles but you weren’t allowed to listen to them a whole lot because Allen wouldn’t let you. He only allowed his type of music when you were around him.

The Beatles were very popular back home in America. You had a few female friends fangirl over them but then again you didn’t really pay attention to the band members. You only paid attention to their music rather than the members.

“He’s very cute.” You thought just by looking at George. His smile, his accent, he had the most beautiful eyes you had ever seen. Not even the American boys back home could compare to what George had. George had everything. He was definitely very cute.

“No worries love. What’s your name?” George asked you politely.

“My name is y/n. It’s very nice.. erm… I mean… it’s very lovely to meet you.” You said as you realized that it was different to say certain words in England than in America.

“Where are you from?” George asks in curiosity.

He could definitely tell that you weren’t from here because of how you spoke and of course you didn’t have a accent like him.

“I’m actually from America. I moved here to England two months ago.” You explained to him.

“That sounds lovely. How are you liking England?” He asked you with a smile.

“I actually love it here! I-I like it better than America.” You said, getting lost in his smile. You felt weak in the knees.

“Not too shabby.” George said. “You want to have a seat for a bit?” He asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“Oh my gosh did George Harrison just asked me to sit down with him?” You thought to yourself.

“Yeah I would love too!” You said with a smile.

You and George sat down from across each other. You two held a conversation back and forth, sipping coffee.

You and George clicked off right away. You two made each other laugh and you even felt comfortable with each other’s company. You told him about your life in America- of course leaving out a lot of details with Allen. George told you about his life in England and his life with The Beatles.

But other than that, you guys enjoyed each other’s company.

You never felt like this towards a guy before. You felt happy, energetic, relaxed, comfortable and free as you were around George. Not even Allen has made you felt like this before. This is exactly what you dreamed of- feeling happy, relaxed, comfortable and energetic.

And you felt like you found the right person to feel like that.

“I’m sorry love, I have to go now. My band mates are waiting for me.” George said as he glanced at the clock. “I didn’t realize how time was going by so bloody fast.”

“Oh shoot, I didn’t realize either. I guess time goes by fast when you’re having fun.” You said with a chuckle.

You honestly didn’t want George to leave. You had a wonderful time talking and listening to him. You could listen to him talk all day. You loved his personality and his appearance.

“Definitely darling.” George threw away his empty cup of coffee.

“By the way, here’s my number if you ever wanna ye know… grab a cup of coffee again eh? It was very lovely to talk to you y/n” George said, as he grabbed a pair of napkin and got a pen out from his pocket. You noticed that he was writing his number down.

“Honestly George I would love that.” You said with a smile as he handled you the napkin with his number written on it.

“Take care love. I’ll see you.. someday… maybe.” George winked at you and headed out the coffee shop.

“I hope to see you one day…” You whispered, holding the napkin close to you as you watched George walked away from the coffee shop.

[fancoloredglasses]

Captain America (Could you stop the film, please? I think I'm going to be sick), conclusion

(Thanks to Chas Blankenship)

[All images are owned by Marvel Disney and 21st Century Films MGM. Please don’t sue me]

PREVIOUSLY ON...

Polio survivor Steve Rogers is selected to undergo a process developed by Dr. Vaselli, a scientist who defected to the US from Italy, that transforms him into a super soldier code-named Captain America. Unfortunately, Vaselli is killed by a Nazi spy brought in by US Army officer Lt. Fleming after the process is completed, so Rogers is the last super soldier.

His first mission is to stop a rocket being launched by Vaselli's other creation, a man known only as the Red Skull. Rogers is defeated by the Skull and strapped to the rocket, but Rogers managed to divert the rocket (witnessed by a boy named Thomas Kimball, who takes a picture of the event), causing it to crash into the ice in Alaska, where Captain America would be frozen in suspended animation.

Fast forward 50 years. Tom Kimball becomes President and flies to Rome for an environmental summit, while the Red Skull has plastic surgery and becomes a shadowy terrorist leader.

Meanwhile, Captain America's frozen body is discovered, which makes the news. The Skull dispatches his daughter Valentina to deal with him. Captain America thaws and wanders through Canada (being chased by Valentina) before reaching his home town in California where he's reunited with his childhood sweetheart and her daughter Sharon.

Unfortunately, Sharon's family is attacked (and her mother killed) by Valentina as Kimball is kidnapped by the Skull. Steve (and, for some reason, Sharon) head to Italy to save Kimball and defeat the Skull.

That catches us up. If you would like to watch the film, it’s available out YouTube or behind your favorite paywall.

Speaking of Italy…

…the Red Skull is shooting Kimball full of chemicals that will make the mind-control implant more receptive (or something like that; I admit I wasn’t following his technobabble) As they drag Kimball to the VIP cell…

…he pockets some sort of compound.

Later, Steve and Sharon (why exactly is she tagging along?) have landed in Rome and head for the village the Red Skull came from.

Oh, he is NOT trying THAT again, is he? Surely, she’s too smart to fall for-

…I stand corrected. Steve wants to keep Sharon out of danger (then why did he take her to Italy?) so he ditches her in the middle of Rome. Yeah, that makes sense.

Back at Casa Skull, Kimball pulls out the compound and…

Oh, it’s acid! Why the hell was there acid in the room when Kimball wasn’t being tortured?

Meanwhile, Steve has found the location given in the diary and finds the owner to ask about the previous occupants, but she doesn’t speak English.

Fortunately, Sharon found a taxi to follow him…and, more importantly, speaks Italian.

She doesn’t know much, but her parents saved a few things when they acquired the house, including a tape recorder. They get it to play the tape, which is audio of the Skull’s family being killed 57 years ago. Sharon uses her own recording device to copy the footage

While Sharon and Steve plan their next move (preferably without Steve trying to ditch Sharon again)…

…they’re spotted by Valentina, who takes a seat nearby and draws her pistol! Too bad Steve sees what she was up to and knocks her down. Sharon quickly steals her wallet and they run off.

Unfortunately, Valentina has backup in a car and chases them down. They eventually lose him in the narrow streets, but…

Geez, how many goons did Valentina bring with her? Steve manages to de-cycle the rider, but by then Valentina and her goon squad have shown up, so…

Hey, it’s better than nothing. However, the bike has no brakes and they wind up losing control and falling into the ocean below. Well, at least they lost Valentina.

Once back on land, Sharon goes through Valentina’s wallet and finds her ID, but more importantly…

…proof of her connection to the Skull and an address! Time to go meet the President! Unfortunately…

…Valentina doesn’t give up that easily! How do they plan on outrunning a Porche and a Ferrari in a Fiat?

Sharon decides to be a diversion and draw Valentina’s goons away while Steve storms the fortress. Of course, she’s still driving that Fiat so good luck.

Yeah, that’s kinda what I expected. For whatever reason, Sharon is captured instead of killed. Steve chases after her and finds her earphones and somehow knows Valentina has her.

Inside, after Valentina issues some not-so-veiled threats at Sharon…

…one of her goons finds the recording and gives it to her.

After Valentina leaves, Sharon hears (thanks to a hole in the ceiling)…

…the Red Skull’s plans to inject the implant into Kimball in about 20 minutes. Then he wanders off for a chat with…

…General Fleming (remember him?)?! THE RAT BASTARD! Well, at least that explains what he was doing with a Nazi spy 50 years ago.

Outside, Steve prepares his assault of the Skull’s compound.

…after he changes into his work clothes. Has he even washed that thing after being frozen in it for 50 years?

Inside, the acid has weakened Kimball’s cell door enough for him to kick it open (why is there no guard stationed either at the door or close enough to hear Kimball’s escape?) He hears a few goons and the Skull’s surgeon approach (though they’re just strolling so they obviously didn’t hear the squeal of the cell door being forced open) and open the door (missing the fact that the cell is obviously empty), allowing Kimball the chance to slip out.

…but not escape. Kimball jumps over the side to his death rather than surrender to the Skull.

…but is caught by Captain America! Cap pulls Kimball inside…

…where Kimball shows Cap the picture he took 50 years ago. The Moment ends as they hear the Skull’s goons looking for them.

Between the two, they give the Skull’s goons what for until they manage to knock a goon out that has a satellite phone, so Kimball calls in for reinforcements.

As Cap looks for the Skull, General Fleming (THE RAT BASTARD!) tries to sneak out but is confronted by Kimball and knocked out by a vicious right cross.

Meanwhile, Cap has found the Skull.

(Thanks to TheMovieDump)

In the aftermath, the environmental summit (remember that? That was the whole reason Kimball was in Rome in the first place!) is a success.

Roll credits.

Would this be a better movie with a better lead? Who knows? It likely needed a better script and director as well.

[thebibliomancer]

Universe X #2

We’ve got King Captain Britain, his Union Jacks, Medusa, Luna, and the Ahura Boltagon Black Knight. Also, big cosmic Mar-Vell’s shoulder.

Last times in Universe X: Captain America and kid Mar-Vell are on a scavenger hunt and have collected Cloak’s cloak. Sue Storm was brought back to life using one of Reed’s arms. Reed was confronted by Pope Immortus who told him to stop trying to cure Inhumanity. And Aaron Stack, Machine Watchman, had to start talking to Uatu again, about the multiverse and about what’s buried on the Moon. Cosmic Mar-Vell is in the afterlife, gathering an army for reasons.

There’s a lot going on.

Next stop on the ‘Murica/Mar-Vell scavenger hunt is England. Which is a snap thanks to Cloak’s cloak.

Mar-Vell needs the Book of Vishanti and the Darkhold, which Strange left with Britain who gave them to Merlin for safekeeping.

King Captain Britain is happy to help but wonders if Mar-Vell can bring Gray Gargoyle back to life the way he did Sue Richards.

So backstory. In one of the Earth X appendices that ran down what horrible fate had befallen a lot of the extended Marvel cast, it was revealed that Excalibur was turned to stone by Gray Gargoyle during the generalized chaos of the mass empowering event. Except for Captain Britain and Nightcrawler.

For some reason, Gray Gargoyle’s powers broke Kurt’s mutant genes and he lost his powers and his blue elf look and was promptly beaten to death by an angry anti-human mob. Irony.

Except Mar-Vell says he hasn’t seen Nightcrawler in the realm of Death so he’s probably still alive? Then where is he after all this time? Question for later.

Captain Britain, in that same fight that petrified Excalibur, killed Gray Gargoyle and later regretted it. Gray Gargoyle could have restored his team to flesh. That specific Gray Gargoyle. Brian used his multiversal connections to borrow other Gray Gargoyles but they couldn’t reverse it. He also found Arthur’s sword Excalibur but he’s too afraid to try to see if it would break the petrification on team Excalibur. So he offers the sword to Mar-Vell, who declines.

Anyway, after all that, Captain Britain was elected King Britain back when all the countries were putting superheroes in charge.

But now he’s naming Black Bolt’s son Ahura his heir. An Inhuman king for an Inhuman world. (Because England basically rules the world now. Democracy is dead.)

Except Ahura declines. Well, he accepts being King Britain’s heir but refuses to become the king of the Inhumans.

His mom Medusa wants to argue with him but can’t because he’s his father’s son which means he’s perfect and infallible and it’s good that she doesn’t see any of herself in him because that would make him less perfect.

Geez.

Anyway, to get the books, Mar-Vell and co have to visit the wizard, the horrible wizard Merlin.

Wherein Merlin drops some sick lore. Before Mar-Vell was even born, King Arthur possessed a fragment of the cosmic consciousness. That seventh sense that various Marvel characters have that let them detect plot. Even Merlin has a bit that he transfers to Mar-Vell.

But not before deriding him for ever thinking he had the entire cosmic consciousness, ie basically omniscience. If Mar-Vell had THAT, he wouldn’t have died of cancer.

Wow, Merlin is not much for tact.

After leaving the Omniverse, Captain America spots a weirdo that’s been following him since New York. Which King Captain Britian grimly identifies as Death.

Ominous note to end the issue on.

But I have some subplots to talk about.

Around the world, big mobs form around the various Human Torches to the unease of their guardians who refuse to throw the first punch.

Some pointed commentary there, Officer Luke Cage.

Oddly, the giant mob around the Canadian Torch is comprised solely of an army of identical big, furry cannibalistic cryptids known for fighting Wolverines and I think you’re not supposed to say their name. Anyway, there’s a whole bunch of those guys.

Down in the afterlife, Mar-Vell’s group joins one of the eternal brawls to blend in and try to convince others of the truth. The dead don’t know they’re dead and just refight every battle from life.

Sebastian Shaw doesn’t buy what Good Guy Doom is selling but they’re able to convince Iron Man because if he’s dead, Reed is alive and the world needs Mr Fantastic to make it through these chaotic times.

Also, what in hell Carol, Nova, and other guy

Are you wearing?

I know Earth X just has weird fashion choices in general. Look at Steve and his flag toga. But everyone else in the afterlife is wearing a colored inverted version of their normal outfit.

Why did Carol and co take the time to find a half robe and no underwear and decide that was how they were going to dress?

(Although based on what she says to Tony, she’s not actually dead? But she’s in the afterlife anyway??)

This is probably the result of Earth X starting as a character design project more than a story. Alex Ross sketched a few Bad Future designs and wrote a few notes and it exploded in popularity so a story was stapled to it. But character wise, why Carol?

Anyway. In the appendix, Aaron continues getting verbally abused by Uatu who at least reveals that the Kree Supreme Intelligence is buried on the Moon, that he may be able to help save the world, but like hell is Uatu going to help Aaron try to talk him into it. Stay classy, Earth X Uatu.

[mindful-ss]

Misfits

Chapter 4: Vines and flowers

Neil Barnes, Maddison Monroe, Sheeva Collins and Kyra Dennis

(Jiro and Dakarai is now 15 and Teo and Kayla is now 7)

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2 years later...

Neil was having a walk around the ship it was busy day at the Avengers ship, Dakarai and Kayla was training with Black widow and Captain America, Jiro was helping Teo with his homework. Life has been going great now for the 4 of them ever since they gotten saved from the lab and got put in better lives and be happier. "Hey Neil Tony and your dad needs you" Sheeva said walking out from the meeting room "Oh ok and aren't you suppose to be in school" Neil asks suspiciously "oh...well I just...decided to work a little more?" she says with a nervous smile "Yeah right I know your just trying to skip class" Neil chuckles "Shh don't tell my dad please Neil!!!" Sheeva begged "I won't won't geez!!!" Neil laughs while walking in the meeting room "You asked for me?" Neil asked Tony and Bucky “Yeah son come over here I have a important question for you about your team” Bucky asked “If your gonna asked if they important then yes they are” Neil says with annoyance walking away but before he could Bucky grab his arm gently “No son I’m asking that I’m was going to ask if they improved enough to be ready for a mission” Bucky asked.

Neil looked at his father with big eyes “A misson?!” Neil asked nervously “Yeah a misson son why so nervous?” Bucky asks with concern “W-well Dakarai still isn’t’ fully aware of his magic,Kayla and Teo still need to learn more combat AND more about there powers, well Jiro good but need to learn maybe a little more about blood magic and-” Tony stops Neil’s rambling “Calm down Neil I’m pretty sure there strong enough to go on a mission and handle there selves and if not Maddison and Asami will be there to help you” Tony assures Neil “Wait Maddison is gonna be there???” Neil says with concern “Yeah what’s the problem with that?” Bucky asks. Neil rubs his neck with nervousness “Well we need someone that are compassionate with kids like me and Asami are and Maddison is a….how do I say this….” Neil says nervously “Not good with kids…” Neil says “We know that but she knows what to do get the job done and plus no one else can do the job Neil, please do this it’s important” Tony says and Neil sighs “Fine but if Maddison annoys me I’m out” Neil says while pointing at Tony and his father Bucky “Yes!! Thanks kid” Tony pulls him in for a hug “Your welcome Tony” Neil says while rolling his eyes “What is the mission about anyways?” Neil says “Something in Asgard Will tell you when you gather your team and get ready to leave” Tony says “Okay who do you want for the team?” Neil asks his father “All of them if you will” Bucky says.

Later at midnight…

Neil gather up his whole team to the Avengers meeting room “Alright team my father and Tony Stark has a announcement for us all and it’s very exciting news at fact” Neil says while standing up with his father, Tony Stark, and Maddison “So kids today is the where you finally get to go on your first mission we have already your stuff packed and your jet ready” Bucky says while crossing his arms, the kids cheered excitedly “What is the mission Bucky?” Maddison asks curiously “You all will be going to Asgard and watching over the princess Almira, there were signs of her losing control of herself and being consumed by darkness, if she gets taken by darkness she could destroy not only Asgard but also everything in existence” Bucky says while Neil and Maddison looks at Tony and Bucky with Irritation and Anger “You said it was good enough mission for them to handle???” Neil says with Anger “It is Neil” Tony says while looking at him “How so Stark?” Maddison says while crossing her arms and giving him a sassy look “We’ll because they are just as powerful to take her down and defeat all threats against her” Tony says while staring back “So basically kids protect the princess, look after her, and if she lose control take her down” Bucky says while walking out the room and getting everyone to follow to the jet “Oh my god Jiro we get to go out first mission and she your crush little miss Almira” Dakarai tease while winking and nudging her “Shut up Dakarai if Miles was here you would be struggling to speak” She says with annoyance “Calm down Jiro we all know how excited you are to see your “girlfriend” Almira” Sheeva says laughing with Dakarai while Jiro blushes covering her face “You guys leave Jiro alone Almira doesn’t even know she exists she only seen a picture of her and fell in love after all” Kyra says while giggling.

“We’re here kids at your jet” Bucky says while pushing a load with everyone’s bags into the jet “Wow Bucky are why going to fly that!!” Teo says while walk up to Bucky next to his leg “Yep Teo this is what you will be taking to Asgard” Bucky says “Isn’t Asgard like a place you need to teleport to?” Kyra asks “Yes we’re sending you to a location no one can see you teleport so villains don’t notice” Tony says “Bucky well kids hop on we don’t have much time me and Tony and some of the other Avengers need to get to a gala so love you all and hope you all make it back alive” Bucky says waving goodbye while walking In the building with Tony “Well kids hop on we got a princess to watch over” Asami says while hoping on.

Everyone hops on ready to go to Asgard “You guys heard of the new Villain group that’s running across town?” Kyra asks “You mean the one called the shadows?” Maddison asks “Yeah that one, I heard they were also getting into some business that were in do you think there coming to Asgard?” Kyra asks with concern “I’m not sure but we need to stay on guard for them” Maddison says

“And we need to watch out for the one in pink…”

[handoverthekawaii]

We Go Together | Homelander x You | Chapter 6

Taglist: @hom3landr

You try to go to bed right after Homelander leaves, but you are so amped up from the night’s events that sleep eludes you. Your thoughts are a jumbled mess — one minute your heart is pounding at your upcoming date (is it a date?!) with America’s greatest hero, but the next you feel wracked with guilt for allowing yourself to become distracted from your goal.

Yeah, he’s cute, you reproach yourself, but I HAVE to stay focused until I see this through. I can’t let him distract me now.

Your last thought before falling asleep is rather unhelpful (as most exhausted thoughts tend to be): Or maybe I can have my cake and eat it too…

The next morning, you drag yourself up the subway station steps and emerge outside Vought Tower. You allow yourself to be carried along with the flow of the crowd heading toward Vought Tower’s entrance, your body and mind sluggish from the lack of sleep.

Whatever the cause, you hardly react when Homelander shoots down from the sky and slams into the pavement a few feet away. A couple people in the crowd looked startled, but the vast majority just keep walking, eager to start their workdays without an unnecessary interruption.

Homelander stands up from a crouched position, looking down for a moment at the crater that just appeared around his feet.

“Oopsie,” he says to no one in particular. The sound of Homelander’s voice seems to kick-start your brain somehow, so you take a step closer and wave. When he sees you greeting him, a dazzling smile graces his handsome features.

“Good morning, H,” you say, before turning away to yawn. “Geez, sorry about that. I’m having a little trouble getting going.”

“If anything, I should be apologizing to you, Y/N,” Homelander responds. “After all, I was the one who kept you up all night.”

Your color rises at the innuendo in Homelander’s words, and you thank your lucky stars that your conversation can’t be overheard in this bustling crowd. Homelander seems to notice immediately that he is making you squirm, and a devilish glint appears in his eyes.

“I can make it up to you,” he offers, his tone innocent but his expression mischievous.

“Oh, can you now?” you inquire, raising an eyebrow. “And how might that be?”

In response, Homelander extends an arm and beckons you closer. “Well, what if you could cut the line at security and be at your desk… right now?”

You’re not entirely sure how he intends to accomplish this, but you have a pretty good guess. I might have time to take a power nap, you think to yourself — and that would go a LONG way right about now, so you reply, “That sounds great,” and move within Homelander’s reach. [continued in AO3]

[burstfoot]

arknights 17 your favorite ship 18

Thank you for the ask!! :D 17: The world-building aspect of the story I have the greatest admiration for I think the way Arknights uses real-world influence is very fascinating? Obviously, it's a little silly that the place that is 'sci-fi/fantasy Great Britian' is just called Victoria, but after you get immersed in the storytelling/ world that just feels normal and the real-world influences feel like they give the story a deeper backstory without it having to be explained - knowing that Columbia is an expy of America makes their problems with infected healthcare immediately understandable without going into a long history of WHY Columbian healthcare is like this. It has its stumbling blocks (Sargon), but overall, it's very impressive how they pulled off what would otherwise be a very silly aspect of the game!! (Also, it allows for some very funny & silly moments of real-world inspiration) 18: The perfect number of books/seasons/movies needed to tell this story properly. Oh geez, I think it would need a LOT of seasons to make a truly comprehensive adapatation, the current anime is very strong but pretty rushed - I would say each event Maria Nearl onwards should be it's own 6-8 episode season at least, and 1 season for each main story chapter. It would be insane to finance that much content, but I think that's the only way to keep all the details that make the writing so interesting (a Lone Trail adaptation without Kal's long-winded Hot Dog lore explanation would not be one I'd want to see) My favourite ship: Oh jeez, I can't pick one... probably between Quercus & Haze/GG, Texsora & Ptilosil....