#he is my fixed dc oc i promise...

[eliseuocscreator]

Well, I made another OC from DC comics, but I want your opinion guys, to see if he is a good OC or not... Some information about him:

He is a Metahuman, who gained powers through an experiment, he gained powers/abilities related to insects/arachnids, and he was rescued and adopted by Batman, when he was 4 years old.

He launches a mixture of web and honey (Weboneys) through diamond-shaped launchers on the palms of his hands. As he grew, the number of Weboneys his body produced increased. His weboneys have a fishing line-like texture and are very resistant, however, they can become more resistant and strong if he eats/drinks proteins + sugar (nectar).

He has jaws where his mouth used to be, Furthermore, with its bite, it can apply a muscular poison, which can paralyze the muscle (in high doses), or cause tingling, depending on the amount injected.

He sees in ultraviolet and his super reflexes are in slow motion(Very useful in battle)

He calls Bruce father and Alfred grandfather, and Bruce usually calls him son, but Alfred usually calls him Master (his name)

I decided his name will be Konchunid (Konchū from the Japanese word, which means insect and nid, from the word Arachnid).

His Vigilante name is Abaddon (inspired by the demon/fallen angel of the abyss, which contains extremely powerful locusts(Search Abaddon's locusts and then they go into the picture, how horrible they are).

He has antennas, which are used to communicate with the Batcave. and also with Commissioner Gordon's communicator, it's quite useful, and also his helmet, it serves to amplify his antennas range(and the antennas are a little outside his helmet, as his helmet have mini holes to pass his antennas through), Besides his helmet, It has thermal vision (ultramarine) visors, which, together with its ultraviolet vision, help it see perfectly well at night.

His attributes and powers evolve in 4 stages (Larva, Pupa, Imago and Imago+).

Thanks to his ultraviolet vision, he is more attracted to the colors purple, red and blue.

His romantic partner is Cassandra Cain (in this AU she is created by Lady Shiva)

He has an exoskeleton, which appeared when he was in a pupal state (in his pre-adolescence), and his exoskeleton acted like a Kevlar vest, but improved and improvised(When he underwent two more metamorphoses, his exoskeleton evolved greatly.

One of his super attributes is his superhuman balance, he can stand upside down, he can climb with ease, he can do parkour with ease and many other things.

He also has super senses, and one of his super senses is his vision, because he sees in slow motion, he can be overly cautious in a battle, but the downside of this is that for him, many are talking at 0.5x speed, For others, he speaks of 1.25x

He has a long tongue, like insects, and they are very sensitive, His tongue is 8 inches (20.32cm).

Damian and Konchnid's first meeting is quite prejudiced, with Damian calling him a freak and hideous, but Konchnid, He tells Damian that he has his hideous appearance, to scare the criminals even more, which left Damian a little scared by Konchnid's serious and deep response.

Damian felt jealous to Konchnid when he discovered that he calls Bruce Father, and he finds it strange that Konchnid calls Alfred Grandfather.

Dick, Jason and Tim's relationship with Konchnid is that of older brothers caring about their "younger" little brother, they think Konchnid is an excellent vigilante, it's pretty amazing, the way he fighting crime, and arresting criminals, is highly valued in the Batfamily.

Konchnid and Dick's (Nightwing) relationship is quite healthy, with Dick often training with Konchnid in hand-to-hand combat, with Konchnid using his fists/gauntlets, and Dick using his escrima sticks, Damian realizes that Dick trains Konchnid more calmly than Dick trains him with sermons. There was a time when Dick made Konchnid bleed, but Konchnid was humble and laughed softly, saying that he will never be as good as Dick, but Dick replied to his little brother: "Don't worry Konchnid, that's what training is for, to improve your reflexes, and regarding that, I I see potential in you, my little brother!"

The Konchnid's blood color is bluish, due to his Arachnid side.

The color of Konchnid's eyes is ruby red (he wears sunglasses so that many people don't see his eyes), and the pair of eyes, in the pupils, have mini irises, which are compound eyes, which They serve as mini telescopes (the maximum zoom they can give is up to 60x).

Originally, I thought about it having a metasoma, but I decided to remove that part, because unfortunately, my application doesn't have that part to add to him...

Cassandra and Konchnid met when they were both 11 years old, and when they met, they couldn't kill each other, they both felt love at first sight, but Cassandra had to throw a smoke bomb, to escape, and Konchnid he just looked at Cassandra disappearing, he didn't know what to say, if it's love, or if it's something else... The two met from the age of 11 until they were 15, and at 15, both Lady Shiva and Batman discovered that their children were meeting alone at night on the rooftops of Gotham(Batman had placed a tracker on Konchnid, while Lady Shiva asked a ninja to follow Cassandra).

Cassandra in this AU, she speaks normally, but she speaks very quietly, with Konchnid she decided to speak better, and more confident, and the funny thing is that the two told their parents, that they both are different (Konchnid defending Cassandra and Cassandra defending Konchnid).

His exoskeleton gave Konchnid a cheese protection, so that if an opponent punches him in the chin, it ends up twisting or breaking the hand or part he uses, this happened with Bane when he was facing Konchnid.

The first time Konchnid discovered he had muscle venom, he bit Bane on the hand(When he was 9 years old, and was acting like Robin with Batman), and ended up injecting all of the muscle venom into Bane's hand, which ended up paralyzing Bane's left hand/wrist and arm of Bane for 1 month and 3 weeks.

I was inspired by two Marvel characters to make Konchnid: Miguel O'Hara (Spider-Man 2099) and Tempest Munroe (Spider-Wasp).

Konchnid, he doesn't sleep in his bed, but rather he sleeps in an ugly cocoon with his Weboney, his cocoon is stuck to the ceiling.

Damian once entered Konchnid's room and was frightened and afraid, seeing the open cocoon of Konchnid.

Konchnid has retractable wings (his wings are like Cell's from Dragon Ball Z), and they go into his back whenever he is disguised in casual clothes (he also wears a mask to Cover his jaws so people don't get scared, however, some who already know his jaws, they don't get scared, on the contrary, they tell him that he is beautiful even with his jaws. He normally goes to a diner, where the owner of the diner already knows him, and says that anyone who talks about his jaws, they will have to deal with him, and that Konchnid should not be ashamed of being a Metahuman, And yes, he should be proud of who he is, the important thing is that he feels good and welcomed.

Konchnid has ADHD and autism level 1 support (varying between level 3), people close to him end up speaking for him, when he doesn't want to talk much, the owner of the snack bar he goes to, Set aside a notebook so that Konchnid can write down his order, and it will be done with care (and with lots of protein)

Konchnid's exoskeleton makes him weigh around 85kg, before without the exoskeleton, he weighed 60kg.

[hopelessdelusional]

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begin again

Ro actually posting early and not at 11:50????? what is this??? what is happening????

yeah that’s right BITCHES i’m posting early since i did this YESTERDAY which means wednesday (hopefully) will ALSO be early

but idk bc i’m having a DC brainrot rn specifically i made an oc and an entire alien race so i’ve been pretty dead set on writing that rn BUT fear not the next chapter will be good especially bc that’s when the angst ball starts rolling

anyways once again asking for requests for little side blurbs since my x singer! reader did so well which btwwwwww holy guacamole y’all blew that up thank you so much!! it feels so good to have spent so much time on that and it get recognized 🥺🥺🥺

fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- did you notice that i went back and fixed all the little aesthetics on the previous chapters 😺😺😺😺😺 that literally took like two hours what the hell (the older chapters were SO ugly holy shit how did y’all let that slide)

- also i saw the comments on the last post i promise i will drop that lore soon!!

- when yn is super into her work she completes shuts the world out like gone bye so when toshi was talking to her she was like “uh huh, yeah totally, okay” when in reality she has no idea what he’s saying

- i added that user saying the parks and rec quote bc i knew not a lot of people would know/notice and I HAVE TO BE SEEN

- hopefully you noticed but bkg has started using lower caps for texting…just one of the many impacts yn has on him

- (pls ignore the upper case of that one comment tho i had a brain fart)

- which honestly this reminds me of how yn slowly got sho not to be a dry texter😭

- momo is so cute :((((

- hitoshi 100% is obsessed with those weird live streams and trolls them

- zu is always digging for the tea or gossip and i love him for that

- zu and sho were sitting next to each other picking out which pic they would send at the same time😭😭

- idk who to make sero’s love interest since my main ship is with him and todoroki so PLEASE put down a character (or even an oc!!! i love oc’s!!!!) that i can set him up with bc SINCE IM NOT IN LOVE MY CHARACTERS WILL BE DAMMIT

- …sorry that was aggressive

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[mbirnsings-71]

i just thought it was funny how many fandoms we shared LOL

I am gonna use this ask to like let people know what fandoms I'm in because I wouldn't have known how many fandoms we share if Jay didn't keep tagging me in stuff you've reblogged!! So like anyone that wants to know my fandoms please click the keep reading button cause woo boy there's a lot.

so time for THE LIST! The Fandom List of all fandom lists!

DC obviously (Bernard Dowd I miss you...)

Dimension 20 (everyone should at least watch Fantasy high, escape the bloodkeep, or The unsleeping city because woo boy-)

Critical role (especially right now if you like Brennan Lee mulligan DMing cause he's DMing the Downfall mini arc of the third campaign and it's gonna be so fun actually, but also if you like a bunch of voice actors playing TTRPGS you should totally try to get into it even though it's a big time commitment it's so worth it though)

Danganronpa (sadly this one is an old hyperfixation come back to life, Let me at the game and I'll fix all the weird shit about it I promise I PROMISE-)

Until Dawn/The Quarry (again another Hyperfixation come back to life but this time I actually made OCs for it LIKE HEYYYYYY they're silly I love These two games they're so-)

Supernatural (again, an old hyperfixation come back to life because something about this show has a chokehold on me and I got into it through fanfictions of all things I was only here for Castiel and I got dragged way too into it my god-)

Welcome to night vale (I actually got to go to one of the live shows for this AND have a signed poster hanging in my room from it so I'm thriving- I really do need to play catch up with it though.)

The Magnus Archives (Again, another podcast I need to play catch up with BECAUSE WOOOOOO BOY I am only on season 4... Season 5 scares me but I want Jonmart....)

9-1-1 (BECAUSE I GOT DRAGGED INTO IT BY MY FRIEND AND TIKTOK AND NOW THEY ARE MY BRAIN ROT IT'S AWFUL AND I LOVE IT AND I LOVE BUCK AND AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

Pokemon (love the games and I do have so many favorites. My favorite Gen is gen 5 because it's one of the first pokemon games I know and have loved very much!!)

Ace Attorney (it's actually how I met one of my closest friends <3 so like I gotta include it here!!)

Miraculous ladybug (this one is because I got my nephew hooked on it so now he requests for me to put it on it's the funniest thing and this show is a mess that's for sure)

and so much more but this is getting so long and those are the ones that consistently come back into my brain most of the time, I can always be asked if I've seen something/have liked something before but like you'll probably know if I reblog something that I probably like it.

[thedeadthree]

i'd also like 1, 3, and 16 from the oc interview questions for iryna please!! 💖💖

EEEK AJ HI HI DEAR 🥀✨😖 ty ty so much i adore u and i hope ur doing well!

OC INTERVIEW QUESTIONS

1. who makes up your family?  how close are you to them?

"who are you FEDRA? what's it to you?......" she leans forward scowling at the interviewer before shrugging. "nah i'm just fucking with you i don't care. shit it's been a while which may be.... telling on the latter part... well, there was me of course OBVIOUSLY, my parents i think are still back in the new york QZ, and then there's persey. christ i hope that little idiot is still alive. bean pole buffoon.... no really, he's like... 6'4-6'5. ondria didn't bust her ass for the giggles bringing our sorry hind ends to seattle..... swear to god. ondria knew and DOES know before the outbreak how bad i was with reaching out. better with persey than mother and daddy dearest im afraid." she sighs.

3. what is your favorite childhood memory?

the interviewer motions iryna to continue on, swearing it was pulling teeth alone to get her to come here, they're just questions not the infected. "curse my leo moon little attention reveling snake......" she really does love to talk about herself though even if she tries to hide it, "well i would have to say when i told persey that obi wan kenobi ate all of the salt and vinegar chips when it had been me all along and he didn't trust his obi wan action figure from age five to age ten..... loved messing with him good times, BUT. so before the outbreak of the killer mushrooms right, my cousins had this estate (the litvinchucks were RICH, rich) in like switzerland before they moved to dc cause their dad was this big deal nobel prize winning doctor okay, they flew us out for a christmas one year and like, their home was OLD. so i think? i was eleven? and sasha and i did like a seance or something and talked to the ghosts in the house. it was fucking fantastic. pity he's a serial killer now with a cult following but yea, that was a favorite."

16. describe your perfect day.

"am i getting paid for this? im getting paid right. if olga fixes the world and finds a cure for the killer mushrooms i need money for rent..... kidding im having fun i promise but also, i do like money." the interviewer sighs and hands her the check, "fucking sick." she pockets it, "i would have said for the longest time some damn peace and quiet right. nobody bothering me, and its me and my vasil my cat and some oil paints and like..... idk deftones or slipknot playing because music helps drown out the city noise and lets me paint. but the world ended and lately uh....... and this was a fucking shocker for me. like... i showed up to find my next hidey hole here and then i met raul so like...... i guess that but also we're doing that together and theres no city noise and so maybe the music isnt as loud because ive learned that wave sounds are fucking soothing so...... GROSS THAT SOUNDS ROMANTIC but you know what i dont care. so i blame him for that but yea, thats the ideal day i guess."

[ericac318]

A Reunion in the Multiverse

Summary:

Batgirl (Haisley Wilson) thought she lost Batman when they fought Reverb together. Things aren’t always the way they seem, though.She learns this when two Barry Allen’s show up in her ‘universe’ looking for Batman to help fix a mistake they made. This story goes along with the new Flash movie. I used all the information available for the movie so far along with all my DC knowledge. Batman x OC

Chapter 2

When Haisley’s world stopped spinning, she took in her new surroundings. She didn’t have much time to think as she realized they were in the middle of a gunfight. “Where the hell did you bring me?” she asked as she jumped back to avoid being hit.

“Not where we meant to,” one of the Barrys replied.

She shook her head, “You guys are really bad at this, aren’t you?”

“We’ll get you out of here,” the other Barry began but they were interrupted by the appearance of someone above them.

Haisley didn’t notice the new player yet when she saw the Barrys faces look confused as one of the stuttered, “You … you’re …”

She turned to look up at what they were gaping at. What she saw knocked the wind out of her just as a very familiar voice echoed from above.

“Yeah,” he paused before adding, “I’m Batman.” After introducing himself, he lept down and started fighting the men below.

Batgirl and both Flash’s joined the battle.

She was having a hard time focusing on fighting as she kept getting distracted by Batman’s presence. She didn’t notice the bullet coming her way until it was too late. The shot only grazed her arm but it tore her suit and took out a chunk of her upper arm causing her to fall back.

She was back on her feet as Batman reached her.

“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice so comforting to her. He resisted the urge to pull her into his grasp as the fight was still going on around them.

Haisley nodded as she whispered, “I thought you were dead.”

“So did I, kid,” he replied before he rejoined the Flashs to finish off the gang.

Once the threat was eliminated, Bruce made his way back to Haisley and pulled her into his arms, “I really didn’t think I’d ever see you again. Are you sure you’re ok?” he repeated as he let her go, regretfully, and took a look at her arm.

“I’m perfect,” she replied as she got on her tiptoes and placed her lips against his. She pulled away and glanced at the two Barrys, “These two made a mess of the multiverse and they need our help on another Earth where they unleashed General Zod on another Batman,” she explained, glancing toward the young men to make sure she didn’t forget anything.

“We can bring you both back to your Earth once we handle Zod, assuming we don’t all die,” one of the Barrys added causing Bruce to roll his eyes.

Bruce shook his head as he wrapped his arm around Haisley’s waist, “I guess I’m never going to get to retire. We’re in. I don’t belong here and I’ll do anything to get back to the life I had before Reverb did this to me,” he agreed.

Haisley turned into Bruce so she could whisper, “I wish we had more time to catch up properly but it looks like we’re going straight from one fight to another.”

“We’ll have plenty of time after whatever we’re about to get mixed up with,” he whispered back, “I’m not letting anything happen to either of us. I promise. I will never leave your side again.”

The Flashs grabbed onto Batman and Batgirl before racing away to another Earth, hopefully, the right one this time.

[thedivinedemom]

An AU of DC with a mass crossover of PS4 properties.

Provisional name: Players Searching for Detectable Changes (Get the pun?)

The setup:

This is the future of DC, a world where the old guard has slowly withdrawn and the newer generations have risen to the occasion. The original Titans in particular, most of which have formed the new Justice League while many other, very similar teams had started to form across the world. One of which was a resurgence of the Teen Titans, led by an older and purified Raven. She wanted to make the Teen Titans something akin as it was for her, a place to belong and learn to use one's powers.

The first 'class' of such individuals include:

Stargirl (of the now-disbanded JSA and still getting used to the Starrod)

Blue Beetle III (Freshly attached to his alien symbiote and freaking out a bit)

Robin V (to work on his anger issues, mostly at the new Batman's request)

Kaldur (a half Atlantean half metahuman who is struggling with his identity and the surface world, Aquaman feels a kinship for the boy seeing their similarities)

Static Shock (a promising new hero but little experience working outside his city or in groups)

Mary Marvel (she's... she's going through alot. Fresh from a coma, her brother is distant as he acts as the new Wizard, and she may be, sorta kinda, being corrupted by Black Adam's gifted power)

The team was rough and there was plenty of head butting (Mostly between Stargirl and Robin/Damian as one is almost the unanimous leader while the other thinks he should be) but they were getting there. They were more of a clean up crew for the Justice League, they did more than the "kiddie missions" that the Outsiders didn't do, and they meant more than the PR grab that was the International team. Though they didn't seem to amount to more than that. They still did their best, pushing past the silent ridicule, as they went about their missions.

This may be why tempers were so high that day.

One day, outside a little city by the name of Weller's Point, the prisoner transport for the villain Plasmus had an "accident". Released and awakened the creature went on a rampage, heading ever closer to the populated area. Luckily, the mentor of the New Teen Titans could teleport. The new team did fairly well in the fight, though they did struggle a bit as Plasmus was not a being where simple brute force would work. It made the fight tricky and more than a bit... messy.

Messy enough that juvenile and emotionally compromised Mary Marvel lashed out against the downed villain but was stopped by her teammates... things escalated from there. Restraint turned blows and the whole team struggled to stop their powerhouse without hurting her. The ones who do the best are Raven, Stargirl, Blue Beetle, and oddly Static.

While both of the former could use their abilities to restrain her to a very effective degree Static was actively draining her of strength, or at least of the electic aura she was radiating and blasting with. Frustrated, done with the situation, and a bit petty Mary launched her largest attack yet by saying her magical word.

SHAZAM.

Virgil did what he did best, he handled that lightning as it came crashing down towards Mary and the Titans restraining her. Well, he tried. The bolt was just too powerful, too unlike anything he had ever encountered. He could not handle it and it was dissipating, if anything it clung to him or tried to jump towards the girl. He had to get rid of it and he had to get rid of it quickly, safely too if he could help it.

He shoved it into the ground, into the power lines. He did it as carefully as he could, trying to prevent overload or flashover as guided the charge into the power grid.

What happened next was a combination of a few things. 1. The Mystic and transformative properties of the Lightning, 2. It is effectively being filtered through a bang baby, 3. The kryptonite power plant owned by, provided by, and operated by Lexcorp.

This interaction, this new charge, cycling through the power grid interacted strangely with a number of devices but none more so than PlayStation 4s and the devices connected to them. This new electricity changed things, literally. It brought fantasy into reality.

Whatever game was loaded into became a part of our reality in a small way. Sometimes TVs, Controllers, and even the system changed to reflect items from the game but the bigger change came with the Players. If a person was playing their console during the surge then they would become a metahuman with abilities based on the playable character they were playing.

The city, the county even, was now flooded by an abundance of metahumans and items of varying power of devastation. Static felt horrible.

He couldn't help but compare what has happened here to what happened in Dakota City but on a wider scale. And this time it was his fault. His sense of responsibility wouldn't, couldn't, let that stand. He had to fix his mistake and his team was dragged along for the ride.

The story to follow is a mix of Final Crisis and Kingdom Come with a bit of the Young Justice cartoon in events and themes, a few twists and likely a bit lighter in tone but to the DC geeks this should give a rough idea… Maybe a bit of Marvel's Civil War but hopefully not the rushed knee-jerk mess that that ended up being.

But it's here that I start having issues with my planning. One part in worry as outside the set up we start to follow the perspective of OCs (something rarely smiled upon) and another part in wondering which OC to focus on.

Now, one thing I love in fiction is progressive powers and the conflict escalating from the different paths people take in said progression. In that vein, I have a pair of protags in mind as well.

The main two/co-protagonists:

The Lawkeeper- a cop before the change and now a member of a task force made up largely of those affected by the surge. A gamer, a man of color, and a believer of the spirit of the law. He doesn't always get along with his fellow officers but he believes in what the blue does. He believes that an organized response is what is best.

His abilities are based on those of Jesse Fades of Control. Meaning he has tremendous psychic potential but he needs 3 things to reach his full potential.

1.Items to bond to so he can generate these psychic abilities. Jesse's used altered items of her universe to get thematic abilities from them (ex: a safe to generate a shield, a carousel horse for a dash ability, ect). Here he can use items generated by the surge.

2. A patron/partner entity to help guide, give insights, and empower. It also let's the user enforce reality, basically becoming an anti reality warper.

3. A bonded morph weapon or a weapon to come to his hand when called.

The knight- a recent college graduate who instantly decided to go the route of the caped hero. She, after figuring out how to get her powers to work, instantly went the route of a caped crusader. Going out to the streets, saving lives, stopping instances of surge item abuse, and (in the humble opinion of the local Police Department) getting in the way of operations. In her opinion they were taking too long to get things done.

Her abilities are based on those of Prince Noctis of Final Fantasy XV. This means she has tremendous physical and magical potential but like the above she has a number of check marks needed to gain access to the character's full power.

1. A gem/crystal to draw power from.

2. 13 magical weapons to boost strength. The generated game weapons will do and I have most picked out in a way that likely would help the plot progress.

3. The blessing of 5-6 gods.

4. A power ring of some king to channel all this power.

I keep debating the two above as I do like the idea of both of them climbing in power and clashing over conflicting ideals of what to do with their power. At the same time, I think that just smooshing aspects of both into one (which is actually where they started, a single character) and play off the different ideologies of how best to help people from within her friend group and precinct along with internal conflict. Maybe have the one be a fellow officer they butt heads with because of the... precarious nature

Another OC I was thinking on, keeping with the theme of what to do when you have power, is a thief who played Persona 5. Like both of the above they would be crippled in their ability to use their abilities without a way to fake the connection to. In this case, without the Mementos App, they would need an item that could affect or enter the hearts of others. Luckily, more unlucky really, there are plenty of items floating around that can do just that. Namely Keyblades.

Most other Players are an odd mix but most are variations of the Shooter build. Peak physical humans who heal quickly and often have bullet time. But there are enough other variations to cause trouble. Demigods of unreal strength, men and women who can easily tap into a patron for powers from the outside, 2 variations of spider powers, cat eyed men and women who can cast magic with simple gestures, and so much more. But the real issue was the first two, the demigods without a parent to protect them and those easily connected to a divine source.

The disembodied New Gods of Apocalypse were very happy with those groups. For how bad this can be please look at what happened to Mary Marvel in canon Final Crisis.

Thoughts and opinions would be appreciated.

[light-miracles]

Fic Writer Review

Thanks @wolfsong02 for tagging me, I rarely do one of these but I might as well try.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

19

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

380224

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Counting just AO3, and counting DC Comics as a whole fandom, and AtLA and LoK as the same universe: 2 lol

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

1) The Lost Princess-Thirty years ago, Diana was happy. She was Wonder Woman, she was married to the woman she loved and she had a baby girl. But when her baby daughter (apparently) dies, Diana went back to Themyscira and never returned to the outside world. At the same time, Lena is having strange dreams, and she does not know if they are only dreams or they can be something else. She, Kara, and their friends will have to fight a truth that threatens to change everything they knew until then.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/8514457

2) The Women of the Thousand Faces- Lena discovered a truth that destroyed her life and everything went to hell. She and Kara will have to find a way to defeat Veritas, a multidimensional organization that has kidnapped their friends and has only one mission: to kill Lena Luthor to avoid an apocalyptic catastrophe called Crisis on Infinite Earths/Diana's world has been completely destroyed thanks to traps of liars and traitors. Trapped at the End of the World with Alex and Maggie, Diana will have to find a way to get out of the Underworld to find her family.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9624287

3. Finding Jason- Twelve years ago, Batman beat Red Hood in front of all the world, almost killing his own son. As a result the family broke down irremediably and Bruce Wayne was left alone with his darkness. No one has seen or heard of Jason in twelve years. Not even the world's best detective has been able to find him. But one day, Bruce discovers a new clue that could reveal the location of his second son. The clue is eleven years old, has red hair, and Jason's eyes. Her name is Carrie Kelley and according to the innumerable blood tests, she is his granddaughter.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/16746352)

4. Inside the Iceberg- Kara's not alone inside the iceberg. And every visit has something to tell her.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/21557041)

5. Something Strange in the Woods- Aang feels there is something wrong with the spirits. With Toph's help, he will have to fix whatever is happening in the woods. But neither of them expected Toph could see in the Spirits World.

(https://archiveofourown.org/works/29351115)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

Yes when they ask for more information about something or when they're so cute they make me smile. And if I don't respond usually is because I don't know what to say 🤣.

6. A fic you've written with the angstiest ending.

The Lost Princess, but just because it wasn't the ending and it continued in The Women of the Thousand Faces.

7. Do you write cross overs?

Yes when they're set in the same universe/multiverse. Also yes to totally random cameos of different characters without more reason than amuse me and save me from the nuisance of creating an OC. Once Batman was investigating a kidnapping in Johnny Bravo's apartment, another time Alex Danvers and Korra played Quidditch in Themyscira.

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

Some times but I barely remember why.

9. Do you write smut?

It can be added as a little scene on a bigger fic but never on its own.

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not really.

11. Ever had a fic translated?

I have to literally translate my own fics from Spanish to English so no I do enough translation lmao.

12. Have you ever co written a fic?

In fanfiction.net, a Divergent (Trinine) fic with a friend.

13. All time Fav ship.

Ooff... Like, I can't pick just one. Toph/Aang probably. Kara/Happiness. I have a lot of ships.

14. WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

I promised myself I'd finish all my monsters and I will even if I need 84 years.

15. Writing strengths?

When I'm inspired, drama. Comedy. Suspense.

16. Writing weakness?

Doing 10000 words chapters. I can't stop when I think it's not enough and that takes a lot of time.

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

Idk, good if you're not butchering the language. If not directly in English it's faster and easier.

18. First Fandom you wrote for?

In fanfiction.net Teen Titans

In ao3 Supergirl

19. What's your fav fic you've written so far?

It's The Lost Princess. Years passed and I had a Lena crisis but it's the one fic that always brings me confort, not matters how I feel about Canon!Lena.

Tagging @mycomfortblanket @takaraphoenix @cyclone-rachel @boomerangguy

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Masterlist

Updated 6/8/21

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**I am generally open for art requests. I don't necessarily have a scheme in place for commission prices, but if you are interested we can chat! Mediums I work in are traditional pencil sketch, colored with markers/colored pencils, and beginner CG.

Please don't be scared off because I have things marked as NSFW or smut, there are tons of safe pieces, especially in my artwork!

*** = Smutty stuff      

Fics

****Written in the Rocks

Ohhhh I went fishing for inspiration and boy did I get it! Here be Echo indulging in a dfab reader. Fluffy steamy smutty goodness. AND has the honor of being the first ficlet about his actual first time and also being the first time with the reader.

What Will You Do After Mandelore?

 Rexsoka snippet, taking place during the siege of Mandalore. 

***On Your Knees

Captain Rex X first person female reader, some extra good love for my best boy

***Cody x Reader 

Cody X first person female reader, a little morsel of angst in there - allusion to past physical abuse, but Cody is there to make it better <3

*** Wrecker x Mando Femme OC

Wrecker falls hard for a stoic Mando lady who has built some thick walls for herself. Maybe the love of one scarred soldier can heal another. Unfinished fic, but here is one of the steamy parts 😏

*** Crossing the lines

Rex's POV, solid Rexsoka

When Rex goes undercover to smash a flesh trafficking ring, he gets the shock of his life and things change forever

*** Peppermint Playtime *New*

Gender-neutral reader & Kix

An exhausting grind on the battlefield assisting the 501st's overwhelmed medic results in the reader dispensing some much needed R&R on the handsome soldier.

-Use of nick-name, not (y/n)

Pride & Prejudice & Padawans

Rex & Ahsoka play at the protagonists of the literary classic, but with the apocalyptic vibe of Pride & Prejudice & Zombies. Fun and stylized. Rated teen mostly for violence. I promise I'll do some special separate chapters for you naughty kids.

Embracing the Brokenness

Fox has managed to outlive Sidious and has his first taste of freedom. Ever. But the necessities of rebuilding a government have the New Republic calling him and other surviving clones for deposition on their experiences. Why not tear open the old wounds and pour salt in them? And he locks eyes with a certain Pantoran lady for the first time since order 66.

Shanty Central

The Ballad of CT-6969

Fan Art      

(O.o) = Steamy (nudity, sexual themes but no actual private bits shown)

I do NSFW also, but I keep a separate google doc for that. It is very explicit, primarily Star Wars Clones, with a smidgen of Rexsoka.

I know some folks out there have mixed feelings about Rex & Ahsoka as lovers. I absolutely adore them together, but only in their more mature days. I often draw a younger looking Rex with a mature Ahsoka. She is always meant to be, like 17+, so Seige of Mandalore or later. I want my favorite characters to experience love as consenting adults that understand what they’re getting themselves in to.

Link to me on DeviantArt (SFW, Star Wars art + other misc. fantasy/sci-fi/fanart, photography)

Art tutorial - generic clone portrait done in my method

Art tutorial #2 - full body pencil sketch of Zygerrian Rex

A random doodle of Bad Batch Echo *new*

Captain Rex comes to @cheshire-noir 's Birthday Rave

A pissy Commander Wolffe

Cody, suiting up for some practice

Fives & Rex - just some doodles of the boys

Scout Rex

Zygerrian Rex

Rex being sweet and romantic

Rex & Ahsoka go undercover a la Casino Royale

Rex & Ahsoka survived order 66

Rex& Ahsoka, big, warm, squeezer hug

Rex X Ahsoka - so damn happy to see you

Rex, sleeping all sexy like

Cody, punching the shit outta something

Rex just looking bad ass with his DCs

Ezra x Sabine, all growed up

Rex & Baby Chomp Chomp

Fives, the Snacky snack

A very stylized bit of Cody (O.o)

What will you do after Mandalore? - Rex X Ahsoka fluff

Tech fresh out the shower with his hair all messy, being a sexy shit (O.o)

A stylized Rex, all pouty and exhausted and needy (O.o)

Post order 66 Rex & Ahsoka cuddles

A badass sleek clone trooper I did forever ago

Rex’s helmet, tattoo-esque

A fanart I did for Jade-Max’s fic Catalyst, Rex X Ahsoka (O.o)

Rebels era Rex & Ahsoka, such a flirt

Rex comforting a wounded Ahsoka

A smokin’ hot Wolffe with naughty things on his mind (O.o)

Rex having a shitty day

Rex chillin in his downtime, touching up the paint job

My OC clone trooper, Nitro

A stylized sexy Rex; on the back end of a few whiskey cocktails (O.o)

Rex, Ahsoka, & baby Chomp

Rex, The Murder Scowl

Rexsoka Kissy Sketch-dump

A stylized mostly nakey Cody

A flirty Ahsoka

Rex X Ahsoka, a nice romantic kiss (O.o)

Ahsoka, being badass

Captain Rex, pissed off and ready to unleash some shit (blood/wound)

Rex, “I’m no Jedi” but rocking lightsabers like a boss

Rexsoka fluff; Rex has a Lekku fixation

[elareine]

Fic Masterpost

For a masterpost of my tumblr ficlets, see here.

Note: I’ve added fics with multiple pairings to every relevant category.

Jason Todd/Tim Drake

Secret Witness (34k, ao3) CSI except with ghosts. WIP. 

A Hope Like You (12k, ao3) A/b/o with single dad Jason and identity porn. WIP. 

Silver and shadow and vision of things not seen (8k, ao3) WW2 and post-WW2 urban fantasy noir. WIP.

Turn yourself toward home (4k, ao3) Retired pirate seeks retired navy officer.

The space between us (8k, ao3) Mr. & Mrs. Smith in space.

Hold me (like you held on to life) (6k, ao3) Vampire sex to spite the parents.

If I know you (4k, ao3) Annoyed witch cares for sleeping prince.

Lifelong learning (5k, ao3) College, but it’s not an AU.

safe with me (14k, ao3) Figuring out intimacy, with a dash of d/s.

Ornamental (2k, ao3)  Christmas party butt plug fun.

Far away (1k, ao3 I tumblr) + So close (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Tim’s in space and then he’s not.

Like no other pain (2k, ao3) Soulmates, but Tim makes it angsty. 

If I had a type (then baby it would be you) (1k, ao3 I tumblr) One-night stand with surprise bondmark.  

The Sacredness of Tears (13k, ao3)  Tim gets the ability to travel through time, but somehow that’s not the main story. 

The Reluctant Brides (13k, ao3) Genderbent regency.

Adamare (9k, ao3 I tumblr: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) Harry Potter AU. 

What demons they carry (5k, ao3 I tumblr: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14) Outsider POV of demon!Tim.

Shelter (19k, ao3) Royalty arranged marriage. 

glaukopis, promachos, atrytone (4k, ao3 I tumblr:  1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) A god and his reincarnated lover.

Not the hurricane (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Soft handjobs. 

Night falling softly and without mercy (4k, ao3 I tumblr) When you want to marry your bodyguard but are pretty sure he means to kill you. 

Reasons to be jealous (4k, ao3 I tumblr) Unfounded jealousy crack. Side DickDami.

Just a fool for you (6k, ao3 I tumblr) The Regency Daemon Thing. (Part two of ‘foolish, perhabs’)

A fool’s game (1k, ao3 I tumblr)  Outsider POV of The Regency Daemon Thing. (Part one of ‘foolish, perhabs’)

A fool to believe (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Epistolary companion to The Regency Daemon Thing. (Part three of ‘foolish, perhabs’)

Blood will tell (9k, ao3) October Daye AU. 

So easy to begin (4k, ao3) Dealin’ with fear toxin and trauma, a/b/o-style. 

Somebody ring the alarm (2k, ao3) Strangers flirting while undercover.

To love and to honour (6k, ao3) Five anniversaries and a wedding. 

A question of trust (3k, ao3) Jason hides an injury.

The Wedding Job (3k, ao3) Leverage-style heist.

One day the slipper fits (2k, ao3) The perils of not-dating. 

Dick Grayson/Jason Todd 

clock ticking (sudden silence) (7k, ao3 I tumblr) Dick’s soulmate timer is an asshole. 

The stars gaze back (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Stardust AU with more swearing.

In the Shallows (20k, ao3) Celebrity ‘She Loves Me’ AU.

I dream of our story (our fairytale) (1k, ao3 I tumblr)  Epilogue to In the Shallows. 

A revolution is a simple thing (6k, ao3) Anastasia AU.

Dick Grayson/Damian Wayne

Soft, sweet (and never too much) (2k, ao3) Sweet and kinky PWP.

Don't make me close one more door (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Bodyguard AU. Dami goes undercover and develops feelings. 

Misperceptions (6k, ao3 I tumblr) DamiDick-centric compaion to Reasons to be jealous.

Damian Wayne/Tim Drake

These stars will guide us home (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Developing feelings while being far apart.

Vigil (4k, ao3 I tumblr) Injuries, cuddles and feelings. DamiTim, Joyfire+Dick.

That sacred bond (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Fake marriage for the aliens.

Jason Todd/Roy Harper

Winners get road rash with @scootboot97​ (3k, ao3 I tumblr) College AU dorks and oral. 

Of wizards and black knights (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Cyberpunk damsel in not-so-much distress. 

Dick Grayson/Bruce Wayne

Wonder (2k, ao3) Officer Grayson partners up with Batman.

All that's dead and gone and passed tonight (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Hunger Games AU. 

Tim Drake/Conner Kent

Met a boy (cute as can be) (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Summer romance.

Snow comes down in June (2k, ao3 I tumblr) College dumbasses try to stay friends.

Jason Todd/Damian Wayne

That word on your skin (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Getting the same tattoo is one way to ask for a date.

warmth, shared (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Jason’s feeling old and gets cuddles on a mountain.

Jason Todd/Roy Harper/Tim Drake

At its core (1k, ao3 I tumblr)  Considering fatherhood and marriage. 

Turning point (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Cuddles against nightmares, with a surprise ghost.

Other ships (DC)

Vigil (4k, ao3 I tumblr) Injuries, cuddles and feelings. Joyfire+Dick, DamiTim. 

The wonderful everyday (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Flirting in an Ikea. Joyfire.

Down, down (2k, ao3 I tumblr) Prince visits tentacled sea witch. Superbat.

Would make me whole (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Angsty jerk-off session. JayRoyDick.

Promises (whispered, shouted) (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Injuries in the desert with not much hope. JonDami.

Won't you die tonight for love (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Vampire marriage surprisingly includes a third person. DamiJayTim.

You still look like a movie (2k, ao3 I tumblr) High school teachers pine. DickWally, side JayTim.

Spellbound (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Morning after marred by worry about a love potion. Trinity.

Through the night (we'll make it) (2k, ao3 I tumblr) H/C vignettes. Robinpile.

Gen (DC) 

rewind, fast forward, stop (3k, ao3 I tumblr)  Deaged Jason angst. Jason, batfamily.

In silence (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Jason’s telepathy doesn’t help him with Bruce. Jason, Bruce.

A soft place to land (2k, ao3) Trying to get Bruce to retire. Jason, Dick, batfamily.

touched your head gently (felt my heart melt) (7k, ao3) Movie-verse Floyd as a father through the years. Floyd, Zoe, squad. 

Will someone tell me what's going on tonight (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Dick’s OC boyfriend is an asshole, Wally offers comfort. Dick/OC (past), Bruce, Wally

At its core (1k, ao3 I tumblr) Considering fatherhood and marriage. Duke-centric, side JayRoyTim.

Hockey RPF

Sometimes I lie (4k, ao3) An FBI agent and his informant. SidGeno.

Finding Surety  (13k, ao3) Fake Dating. Marner/Matthews.  

Do you know (I still miss you) (6k, ao3) Getting back together with a little help from your friends. Eichel/McDavid. (Part two of ‘Read all about it’)

The name that history wrote (8k, ao3) Harry Potter AU, triwizard tournament. Eichel/McDavid.

the whole world's out of sync (9k, ao3) 13 going on 30 AU. SidGeno.

stellar nucleosynthesis (13k, ao3) Magical realism and truth spells. Danny/Claude.

But you were always on my mind (7k, ao3) Soulmarks complicated by dyslexia.

Feather (9k, ao3) Crimean war magical realism AU. SidGeno.

Other fandoms

starts with truth (MCU, 8k, ao3) If Steve talked to Tony and Pepper earlier about the winter soldier. SteveTonyPepper.

someday my prince will come (X-Men Movies, 7k, ao3) Erik deals with an enchanted forest. Cherik.

Nothing easy worth doing (Power Rangers, 2k, ao3) Superheroing while autistic - pros and cons. 

Shoot me down (Star Wars, 12k, ao3) Kier survives. Everything else still happens. LeiaKierHan.

Ask his mind (ask his heart) (Star Wars, 2k, ao3)  Anakin gets dosed with sex pollen. ObiKin. 

A Woman is Herself (Lady Sherlock, 7k, ao3) Joanna Watson character study. JoannaJohn. 

Will it burn forever (this light) (King Arthur: Legend of the Sword, 11k, ao3) Love spell adventures. ArthurTristan. (There’s a podcast!)

Someday soon (Arashi RPF, 1k, ao3) A glance into the future. Ohmiya. 

With fates to come (D.Gray-man, 1k, ao3) Tikki is Cassandra. TikkiAllen.

Dedication with @magoril​ (FBAWTFT, 2k, ao3) Theseus fixes things for his brother. TinaNewt. 

Shiny things (FBAWTFT, 2k, ao3) Percival gets a service Niffler. Gen. 

[yeenybeanies]

Almost Interactions

9. almost lost you 

dc | bruce wayne / batman & raleigh november / hawk moth ( oc ) 

880 words

mild language warnings

reblogs > likes!! feel free to leave comments in the tags!!

“ Are you out of your mind? ”  Frustration rings loud and clear in the shrill little voice. Soft, rapid wing beats disturb the air, buzzing around overhead.  “ You could have died! ” 

“ And you would have, had I not come. ”  Ugh. Typical Batman response. The man groans softly and pushes himself up from the ground, rubble cascading off of his cape.

“ You don’t know that! ”  Hawk Moth comes to hover right in front of the bat’s face. His expression is unreadable under the cowl, but they can guess that he’s not happy. ( He’s never happy. )

He doesn’t say anything more, though. The building he’d just launched the two of them out of is on fire, and there are sirens in the distance. Batman’s hand flashes up, fingers closing around their three-inch body. They try to protest, but all is muffled within the dark, gloved confines. Jostling around them––still a sickening feeling, even after months of being small––tells them that Batman is running. He’s making effort to keep his fist steady, but it’s still disorienting.

Once Batman is in the batmobile, his hand opens, letting the little being fly free. “ Dammit, B––– ”  

“ Raleigh. ”  His voice is sharp and clear, cutting off any harsh words they were about to say. The engine roars to life. He floors the pedal, and they shoot on down the street.  “ I explicitly said not to break in. I told you it could be a trap. And it was. ” 

Boy was it. Raleigh hadn’t gotten very far into the system before they’d set off a self-destruct timer. They were sure they could stop it in time and still salvage some of the data, but . . . well, the whole thing is swarming with firefighters now. Still, they cross their arms.

“ You had no business interfering with my affairs! ”  They still firmly believe that they would have gotten out on time, that they could have learned something before the whole thing went up in flames.

“ You live in my house. You’re my responsibility. ”  Curt, cold. It almost sounds like something their dad would say.

“ I was looking for my parents! ” 

The cowl glances at them for just a moment, then turns back to the road.  “ I know you were. ”  His voice is softer now, more sympathetic. He always goes somber whenever Raleigh’s parents come up.  “ I understand the pain of losing them, Raleigh. I promise you, I’m doing everything I can to help you find them. But you won’t find them if you get yourself killed. ”  

They huff and settle down in the passenger seat, arms crossed.  “ And how do you plan to help me if you get killed––allegedly––saving my ass, Bruce? ” 

Bruce huffs, almost a laugh.  “ Don’t get me killed, and we’ll be okay. ” 

Ugh. Raleigh rolls their eyes.  “ You’re bleeding, ”  they say.  “ Right cheek. ” 

The cowl comes off, pulled back, revealing a cut right along his cheekbone. Bruce gingerly presses at it, and rubs the blood smudged between his fingers. It’s nothing serious; it likely won’t even need stitches. It’s more of an inconvenience than anything. He’ll have to come up with an excuse for the cut before he goes to work tomorrow.

“ Bruce, I’m serious. ”  Raleigh is staring at the door, pointedly not looking at the bat.  “ I do appreciate your help and everything you’ve done, but I don’t need a babysitter. I may be palm-sized, but I’m not helpless. ” 

“ I know you’re not. But you are reckless and impulsive. ”  They frown and stare harder at the door siding.  “ Your heart’s in the right place, but you’re letting your emotions cloud your judgement. We’ll find your parents, Raleigh, I promise. We just have to go at it the right way. You have to be patient. ” 

“ That’s a lot to ask. Especially since you know what I’m going through. Somewhat. ”  Bruce’s parents were murdered; Raleigh’s parents were kidnapped. They were too, but, obviously, they escaped. The experiments they did, though––well, it’s why they are at their reduced size. They shudder to imagine what’s being done to their parents, though.

“ We will find them. ”  Bruce lifts a hand, perhaps intending to offer some sort of reassuring contact like he would to a normal-sized person, but thinks better of it.  “ In the meantime, you’re sure you want to stay like that? I know I’ve mentioned that I’m acquainted with a few people that are familiar with size-alteration like yours . . .. ” 

“ I’m sure. It’s easier to sneak around like this. Once we find Mom and Dad, I’ll get this fixed. But right now, I plan to use what those bastards did to me against them. ” 

Bruce hums, acknowledging the sentiment. He may not fully understand it, but he can see some advantages to Raleigh’s current state. The unassuming size with the retained strength make for a surprisingly effective combination. Coupled with the suit they wear that grants them flight and a few other technological advantages, Hawk Moth is a force to be reckoned with––when they’re not recklessly tripping explosive traps.

“ Alfred isn’t going to be happy when he hears about this incident, ”  he notes.

Aw shit.  “ Alfred doesn’t have to know. ”  God knows the butler would never let them hear the end of it. He is especially protective. It’s endearing, but it’s also annoying.

“ Oh, I guarantee you that he already knows. ”

Aw shit.

[lilulo-12fanfiction]

Flicker, Fade Part 1

Here it finally is! So this is definitely going to be a multi-part story. I’m not sure if it’ll be 2 or 3 parts yet. We all know how wordy I like to get. I’m having fun with this one. I hope you enjoy it! I love writing OC characters because I like being able to describe their appearance. This story gives me the opportunity to do that, but still use it as a reader insert.

The word count obscene 15,000 even. I’m so sorry!

This is a combo of two requests.  @justkending​ requested a Steve Rogers x Reader with prompts: “I warned you about him, yet again you didn’t listen.” and “It’s 6am- you’re not having vodka.  @asgardiangurll​ requested a Steve Rogers x Reader with with  prompts:”I’m never going to stop protecting you.”“You are seriously like a man child”

As always likes, comments and reblogs are SO APPRECIATED. Requests are open (Avengers, Supernatural, TVD/The Originals. I do dabble in some Green Arrow and The Flash (DC TV Only please). Prompt list can be found here.

Please let me know if you would like to be added to this tag list or one of my others.

Avengers Tag List: @shreddedparchment @fanfictionjunkie1112​ @this-is-mycrisis​ @geeksareunique​ @mikariell95​

Avengers Masterlist

Fate is a funny thing. Your mother always used to tell you that everything happened for a reason. The idea that going through difficult times to prepare you for what was to come or to lead you to something better kept you going, even in your darkest of times. 

You grew up in New England with your mother, father and baby sister Ella. She had been the best surprise of your lives. You were 13 when your mother got pregnant. Everything happens for a reason and you were thrilled to have a sibling.

You were sassy and sarcastic just like your mother. You got your intelligence from your father and while things typically came easy to you; Your parents had made sure you were sufficiently challenged and worked incredibly hard. You had been granted the honor of Valedictorian your senior year in High School. 

As a graduation gift and an 18th birthday present, You, your parents and your sister took a trip to tour Europe. You had never been happier.l, you were one of those kids that would rather hang out with your parents than a bunch of friends. Spending time with Ella was the highlight of your day, every day. The day of your 18th birthday had been one of your happiest. You spent an incredible day at Brighton Beach building sand castles with Ella and enjoying the amusement park rides in the seaside resort town. Her laugh as you whipped around the tilt-a-whirl would be embedded in your soul for the rest of your days. Your dad had ridden with you on all of the roller coasters and rides deemed too scary by Ella. Your mom wasn’t much of a ride person, but damn did she love her carnival games. Once you were back in London, your life would be changed forever. One moment your father was driving the three of you down the street laughing about how strange it was to drive on the opposite side of the street and the next you were being T-Boned by another vehicle.

Your parents and sister had been killed on impact. You had barely survived. Someone had pulled you from the wreckage. You were rushed to the hospital and woke up 2 days later. Before you even opened your eyes you knew something was different. You were completely healed. No lasting injuries, no deficits except the gaping hole in your heart. The doctor there tried to calm your anxieties, telling you everything was fine and you were just lucky. Somehow you knew the doctor was lying to you about how you had been treated. That night you had gone into the bathroom to examine yourself and were shocked by what you saw. Your natural hair color had been transformed into a  liquid black that cascaded down your body. The most startling change was your eyes. Your once very normal eye color had been transformed into a shade of violet. 

You had been frantically studying your altered appearance when the little girl sharing your hospital room bad woken up crying after a nightmare. You had sat down on her bed to comfort her. That was when you knew someone in that hospital had done something to you. By simply placing your hand over her arm, the bruises she had from falling out of a tree healed. You had heard about enhanced humans, you had seen them on your TV. Someone had turned you into one. The doctors that healed you had no idea what they had created, they couldn’t have. They never would have let you leave. The fear of becoming a lab rat caused you to keep it to yourself and when they finally discharged you, you got back to the US as fast as you could. 

You had tried to dye your hair back to its normal state, but nothing would change the jet black that framed you. You took to wearing blue contacts to make your eyes appear a more normal color. You found out the doctor that treated, turned you into what you had become was looking for you. Once your family was returned home and buried you disappeared from everything you had known and loved about your home. You effectively erased Y/N Y/L/N from existence by faking your own death. People were led to believe you took your own life. After loosing everything you loved it wasn’t hard for people to believe. You had to leave everything about who you were behind. 

Three years later, with a new identity, you were living in New York City working as a freelance journalist. You had changed your name to Camille Ballard and were trying to live a semblance of a normal life pretending you didn’t have any special abilities when a man opened fire on a huge crowd. You had grabbed a nearby child, held them close to you to protect them. Without evening trying, you formed a purple force field around the two of you, saving both of your lives. As soon as you realized what happened, you rushed home and packed as much of your belongings as fast as you could and planned on making a break for it. If that doctor saw footage of what you just did, he might figure out you were alive and come looking again. 

Luckily for you, Iron Man had been there to help with the situation and saw what you had done. Before you had the chance to catch a bus, he found you and was set on recruiting you for The Avengers.

 “Mr. Stark...you’re mistaken. That wasn’t me. I’m nobody. I’m like a ghost.” You were desperate to convince him you weren’t who he thought you was. But he knew.

“Then why are you trying to bolt with almost everything you own? C’mon kid...you don’t have to live a life on the run. I can help you. You don’t HAVE to be a ghost.” He wouldn’t relent and he wouldn’t let you leave. 

Even though everything in your brain told you to run, your lonely heart was begging you to trust him, to let him in. He had saved the world more than once and here he was offering to save you. Your heart won and you broke down and told him your story. Tony Stark, with all of his bravado held you as you sobbed for your lost family, your identity and assuaged your fears of not knowing what had been done to you. 

“Cam...I can call you Cam right?” His kind smile put you at ease. He made quite a few promises to you. He offered you a home and a family of sorts. He promised that he would find out what had been done to you. He promised to give you a purpose. Just like you knew that doctor was lying to you the day your parents died, you knew you could trust Tony Stark. Your mother’s voice telling you everything happened for a reason echoed in your brain. You had been given a gift, it was your responsibility to use it to do something good in this world. It was the best way to honor your parents and sister.

Tony eased you into life at The Avengers compound. He insisted you see a trauma counselor to really deal with the loss of your family. You had protested at first, you didn’t want to open up those wounds. He brought you to meet Pepper. She was the one that convinced you to get the emotional help you needed. She told you about Tony’s PTSD and how it had affected both of them. She promised that she and Tony would be there for you as you dealt with all of the pain you had buried for years. You finally agreed.

Once you were settled, Tony and Bruce began running tests to see if they could figure out what had happened to you. Best they could tell, someone had injected you with a serum, they just couldn’t figure out exactly what it was. Clearly it had been experimental because neither of them had seen anything like your blood work before.  Bruce had been fascinated by your blood test results. Tony had been able to get his hands on old blood work from a well child visit when you were a kid to compare it to your blood today. 

“Whatever they gave you changed your DNA entirely.” Bruce had been entirely fascinated until he saw the look on your face. “I’m sorry Camille. I know you feel like a science project.” Bruce knew all too well what it was like to be changed to your core. You realized that day you had made the right decision by coming to the compound. For the first time in years, you didn’t feel alone.

6 months after you had gotten there Tony had taken to calling you The Protector. You could heal yourself and others. Your fight or flight response produced the protective force field that would encompass you and anyone close to you. After a few months of work you could create them on demand. Your enhancements also made you as close to a human lie detector as someone could get. It took intense concentration to be able to tell if someone was trying to deceive you. Your new abilities made it so you couldn’t be hurt by anything physically or emotionally by anyone’s lies.

Once you had handle on what you could do, you needed to be able to fight, protective force fields weren’t enough. Offense was just as important as defense. Tony had paired you up with Bucky Barnes for your training. He and Bucky had gotten past their differences and Tony was in a mission to help put the Sergeant back together again. Tony was good at fixing people. You were Bucky’s first real assignment. Tony had a feeling that you would help James Barnes as much as he would help you.

Tony had been right. You kept a wall around yourself built with bricks of sarcasm, sass and witty comebacks.  Bucky recognized this immediately and sought to dismantle your carefully constructed barrier to block anyone from getting too close to you. One night he had pushed you past your limits and you had broken down. Once the floodgates opened you couldn’t shut them. Bucky was the only other person you confided your full story in. Like Tony, you knew your secrets were safe with him. 

Bucky had experienced his fair share of loss. He had been experimented on without his permission. He understood, he could empathize. He used your training to help you work through your anger and grief. You excelled under his instruction. You were a hell of a hand to hand fighter and other than Bucky you had the best shot in the compound. Your aim and speed with a firearm was impeccable. Slowly, Bucky became your best friend.

After almost two years of hard work and training you had been officially made an Avenger and had been working mission after mission for almost 8 months straight. It felt great to be able to help so many people, including your teammates. But you needed a little break to recharge. You requested some time off and decided to let loose a little bit. You had spent the evening out with some of the SHEILD agents. You had become friends with a couple of the girls that were in the cadet training program. 

“Cami, I warned you about him, yet again you didn’t listen. You never listen when it comes to guys.” Bucky was giving you the once over. 6AM and you had stumbled back into the compound. You had stayed with one of the girls to sober up a little bit and were hoping to sneak back in unnoticed but Bucky was up early to train with Steve.

“I know...I know. But he was so cute, I was hoping he’d try to be a gentleman.” You pulled a bottle of Tony’s expensive Vodka out of the cabinet Bucky raises his eyebrows. “Just trying to ease into the hangover.” He grinned and shook his head. As you poured a shot, the bane of your existence stormed into the kitchen. Steve Rogers looked your tight jeans, heels and fitted black T-Shirt and scoffed in judgment.

“There you are Camille, I’ve been trying to find you since last night. Are you just getting home?” You gave him a deadpanned look. “Is there a reason why Agent Harrington is out of field work for two weeks with a broken nose and two black eyes and a concussion?” He had his hand on his hip and he was glowering at you.

“Well Agent Handsy was given fair warning” Bucky leaned against the counter. Watching you and Steve verbally spar was his favorite show. You said you hated Steve and his self righteous attitude. Steve said you got under his skin and didn’t appreciate your mouth and sarcasm. It was really a poor way to veil your mutual attraction. He saw how your eyes would linger on Steve while training. He watched Steve’s eyes soften on you anytime he thought no one was looking.

“What do you mean?” Steve’s voice dropped lower. First he was ready to rip you a new one, but he didn’t like the idea of anyone putting unwelcome hands on you. He rolled his jaw wanting to give the agent a few injuries himself.

“He thought that buying me two drinks gave him permission to put his hands on my ass. I told him otherwise. He did it again and I told him if he didn’t keep his hands to himself I was going to break his face. He thought that was an invitation to try and dip his hand down the back of my pants. I saw that as an invitation to bash his face into the bar. Maybe he’ll listen to the next girl and keep his hands to himself. Maybe if he apologizes, and means it, I’ll heal his pretty boy face.” It was out of character for you to lay hands on someone like that, but you couldn’t help but think of him doing this to some other poor girl who couldn’t stop him. He needed to be taught a lesson.

“That’s my girl!” Bucky laughed. The douchebag had it coming  in his opinion. He was proud of you for sticking up for yourself.

Steve pinched the bridge of his nose. He couldn’t reprimand your for defending yourself . “I’ll have a talk with him.” You raised both of your eyebrows at Bucky in surprise. It didn’t matter what you did or the reasoning, Steve was usually pissed at you. He took the shot from in front of you and dumped it down the sink. Your jaw dropped and you glared at him. 

“Hey!” You protested. It was Steve’s turn to roll his eyes.

“It’s 6am- you’re not having vodka.” You threw your hands up.

“What are you my dad? I’m on vacation.” You tried to reason, tone laced with sass, arms crossed in front of you. It was sometimes hard for Steve to believe you weren’t somehow related to Tony Stark.

“About that. I have a mission in South America and you need to come with me.” As much as your attitude pissed Steve off, you were a good teammate and excellent at what you did. You deserved some time to yourself, but he needed your skill set.

“What? No! C’mon! you promised me 7 full days off Freeze Pop.” Steve rolled his jaw at the nickname silently cursing Tony. His frustration with you was building up again. Why couldn’t you just do as you were asked, just once, without arguing.  

“You speak Spanish fluently and I need a female agent with me.”

“So does Natasha. Last I checked she was also a female. Take her. I’m not really interested in pretending to be your significant other.” You knew the mission that he was referring to. The target was in vacation with his wife at some resort. The plan has been for a pair to pose as a couple on their honey moon to gain access to the resort and get closer and obtain as much intel as possible. 

“It’s a recon mission. We only have one working appearance enhancer so I won’t be recognized. Nat is too recognizable. Plus you also have an uncanny ability to sense when someone is lying.”

“Natasha is an ex super spy. She would figure it out!” You knew you were fighting a loosing battle. Steve didn’t know why you really had asked for the time off, and you weren’t about to share your deepest secrets with him.

“Look, Nat is with Clint and his family for the weekend. I’m not asking her to come back.” Steve was fighting the urge to yell at you. He just wanted you to be compliant, just this one time. The idea of being close to you and alone with you had him unnerved.

“Of course. We wouldn’t want to ruin HER time off. This is bullshit!” Your voice dripped with sarcasm. You knew you were acting like a brat. You wouldn’t ask Natasha to come back. You were hoping to get him to push the mission back. Bucky’s head bounced back and forth between the two of you. He watched as Steve’s jaw clenched one more time and the little vein in his forehead pop. You were one of the few that brought this side of him out. He had infinite patience for anyone but you.

“ENOUGH!l He finally snapped. “Agent Romanoff has more than paid her dues! She’s been at it for years! I’m not going to drag her back from time with what she considers her family so you can go on a bender.” You took a few steps back and recoiled. Steve immediately regretted it. “Camille...”

“No it’s fine Captain. I get it. My need for a break is less important because what? I’ve been fighting with you for less time? I haven’t paid enough dues for you yet? Got it. Let me go get some sleep so I’ll be refreshed enough to serve you. Send me the itinerary so I’m ready when wheels go up. I’m a B-Team Avenger. No one knows who I am so for once in your eyes it makes me an asset.” You turned quicker not wanting him to see how upset you were. He wouldn’t understand why you were so upset. You thought it better he see you as a selfish brat than a broken woman.

“Cam...” Bucky’s voice trailed and you avoided his grasp. 

“It’s fine Buck.” You quickly retreated. You’d be damned if you let Steve have the satisfaction of making you cry. If he knew the real reason you were brought to tears he wouldn’t revel in it. To Steve Rogers you were young, bratty and had a problem with authority. You’d like to keep it that way. It protected you. 

Bucky gave Steve a dirty look and threw his hands up. “I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” Steve deflated. “She’s just so infuriating. Every time she rolls her eyes at me I want to throttle her. It’s not like she can’t have her time off after we get back.” Your reaction didn’t sit right with Steve. You gave him a hard time, all the time, that was true. But you never argued about a mission. 

“You know...if you dealt with your feelings, you might be able to keep it together with her." Bucky shook his head and started retreating from the kitchen. Steve cared about you, anyone that knew you could see you were funny, smart, caring and willing to put yourself on the line for anyone else. But you were afraid of letting too many people get close to you. Bucky knew you were afraid to really care about someone and lose them like you did your family. He knew you felt something for Steve Rogers too. So you kept him at arms length with attitude that drove Steve up the wall. 

"Feelings? I have no feelings." Steve's face clouded with confusion. Bucky dramatically rolled his eyes. Apparently everyone was spending too much time with Tony. He turned and headed to follow you. “I thought we were training?” Steve called after Bucky.

"I'm going to check on Cami and make sure she's alright.” Bucky pauses for a moment. “There’s a reason why she gets under your skin. Ponder that.” Steve groaned as he watched Bucky retreating down the hallway.

***

"Hey! Knock much?!” You yelled out covering your shirtless torso with your blanket as Bucky barged in. He wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

"That’s what you get for giving me the code to your room. Nothing I haven't seen before."

"Um...you haven't seen mine." He grinned at you and shut your door.

"Eh...you see one set, you've seen them all." you shook your head and rolled your eyes. 

“You are seriously like a man child. Stop ogling me or I’m telling Nat.” You grabbed your shirt and turned around to throw it over your body. Bucky and Nat had been dating for about 6 months. You had watched him pine after her while he had been training you. It had been a relief when she finally made a move because he clearly never would. They were an excellent couple. 

“Umm, hate to break it to you but Nat and I ogle you together behind your back. You’re hot and you have a killer ass. Plus she knows we’re BFFs and nothing is ever going to happen between us.” You felt your face heat up and  laughed out loud at the thought of Bucky and Nat checking you out together.

“What do you want Bucky?" you asked while laughing.

"I just wanted to make sure you were alright. He didn't mean it like that."

"I know. I'm just oversensitive and cranky because I only slept like 3 hours. I'll be fine after a nap."  You climbed into your bed and rolled onto your side, your back facing Bucky. You were oversensitive, but you weren't fine. You felt a melt down bubbling under the surface. You just wanted Bucky to leave so you could do so in peace. Not that he hadn't ever seen you cry before, you just hated an audience. Instead of hearing him leave, you felt the bed sink as he sat down next to you.

“He doesn’t know why you wanted this week in particular off. If you would open up to him or to anyone else a little bit more they would all be there for you, support you. C’mon Cam, look at me.”  When you didn’t respond, Bucky sighed, brushed the hair off the side of your face. “I wish you would talk to him. I think if you guys put your egos in check and opened up to each other you’d be really close. You should tell him it’s the anniversary of the accident. He’d want to be there for you. Steve is a good guy. The best guy I’ve ever known. You just needle each other. You’re the first person to really challenge him other than Tony. He doesn’t know how to handle it.”  You scoffed. Steve Rogers was a first class asshole to you ever since your first mission with him. You sensed the mission was a set up, your insides had felt like they were on fire. You tried to tell him but he pushed forward with the mission. Sam has gotten pretty hurt. After you healed him you had lost your shit on Steve. It had been downhill from there. It was messed up, but you got a rush out of giving him a hard time. 

You hated to admit it, but Steve Rogers was the most attractive asshole you’d ever laid eyes on. You often found yourself daydreaming about his hands. You had a thing for his hands. You got goosebumps anytime he touched you. He had gripped your hips one day trying to adjust your stance and it took all of your self-control not to throw yourself at him. And then there were his lips. His perfect pink lips that you wanted to devour just to shut him up. 

You were jolted from your thoughts as Bucky leaned over and kissed your cheek. “I’ll come back in a couple of hours to wake you up with coffee and some food. Then I’ll help you pack for your ‘couples retreat’. By the way, I expect hilarious text updates since I won’t be there to witness the shit show of this mission.” You didn’t need to turn to picture the stupid smirk on his face. You and Steve would be investigating a crime ring. Some rich white guy hiding in Buenos Aires. Illegal arms deals, drugs, and pretty much anything else nefarious was in this guys wheelhouse. That was why Steve needed a female agent that wasn’t well known yet. He would be expecting the Avengers. This guy would see Natasha coming from 29 miles away. 

“Thanks Bucky. In all seriousness you have saved me in so many ways.” you mumbled as he stood up to leave.

“Anytime kid, anytime.” He slowly retreated as you settled into your bed to go to sleep.

True to his word, Bucky came back with food and coffee a few hours later expecting to have to drag you from your bed. Instead he found you standing in front of the mirror on your closet door studying yourself. Freshly showered, your long black hair was fastened into a braid that served as your crown. It had taken one guy to grab you by the ponytail during a mission for you to change your hairstyle. That braided crown was now your signature look. 

Instead of your black body suit you wore on missions you were clad in denim shorts and a tank top with tropical flowers and a pair of flip flops. ucky had a feeling the short shorts were to get under the skin of a certain Super Soldier.t. The blase look on your face told him you didn’t even realize you were dressed to drive Steve Rogers mad. You would have a certain gleam in your eye any time you did something to torture the poor Captain. He had seen Steve staring at your ass many times. Bucky took pleasure in the deep blush on Steve’s face any time he called him out. Those shorts were going to drive him insane.

“No suit?” You looked up when he questioned you.

“Not needed. It’s packed but we’re going to the safe house first and then we’ll take a cab to the hotel to make it look like we came from the airport.”

“You look cute.” He grinned. You threw a sneaker at him that he easily dodged.

“South America in the summer is stifling.” Your voice was flat, missing the normal spark. 

“Doll, did you even sleep?” You looked over at him with a sad smile. It was jarring to see you so vulnerable. Bucky knew it had to feel good to let your guard down and just feel your feelings. You didn’t do it often. It was reserved for himself and Tony. He just hated that empty look in your eyes. 

“That shot of Vodka would have helped.” You took a long sip of the coffee he brought you. “I’ll be fine Sergeant. Actually maybe working is better than not working.” Bucky pulled you into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry Cam. I really am. I wish I could go back and change everything for you.” You pulled back and looked at him.

“No. Everything happens for a reason. I have to believe that my parents and sister were saved from something much worse. I can’t live in regret or in the past. I’ve always given myself these few days to wallow. Maybe it’s time I move on from that too.” 

“You’re so wise.” He grinned trying to lighten to mood. You groaned and pushed him away. He sat with you in a comfortable silence as you ate.

“When does Nat come back?” You finally spoke.

“Couple of days. She wanted me to tell you how sorry she was that she’s not here so you didn’t have to go.” You shook your head.

“You tell her there is nothing to be sorry for. She deserves her time with those kids. I know how much she loves them. I’m not mad at her and you know I really wouldn’t have let Steve call her back. He just caught me off guard.” Bucky picked up your bags and nodded to the door. 

“C’mon, I’ll walk you to the jet.” You followed Bucky out of your room, part of you dreading this mission with Steve and part of you excited at the idea of really being alone with him.

***

“Agent Harrington- I expect that you’ve learned your lesson and will be keeping your hands to yourself from now on.” Steve glowered over the young agent. He had been ripping into him for the past half an hour. 

“Seriously? Look what she did to me?!” He finally erupted. 

“You put your hand in her pants. And before you try to deny it, someone already corroborated.” 

“Of course they did.” Steve was appalled that he was showing no remorse what so ever.

“Something like this happens again and you will be discharged from this program, do you understand me?” He finally relented. 

“Yes Sir.” He dropped his attitude. As he turned to leave you stood there with Bucky wide eyed. You thought Steve’s ire was reserved just for you. You hadn’t expected him to defend your honor. Steve’s deep blue eyes met yours for a moment and the fire behind them made your heart clench. Agent Harrington gave you an icy stare as he walked past you, but you were too busy staring at Steve to notice.

“I’m just gonna put your bags in the jet.” Bucky rushed past Steve to give the two of you a moment.

“He touches you again...he even glances in your direction in an unsavory way and you tell me.” Steve’s voice was low. You could only nod as your mouth had gone completely dry.” You blinked back shock a few times.   

“Th-Thanks.” you finally managed to stutter. You couldn’t get over the way he was looking at you.

“There she is!” Steve watched your face light up at the sound of Tony’s voice, disappointed that he wasn't the one that caused the excitement in your eyes.

“I’ll meet you on the Jet. Take off in 5.” You nodded and turned to Tony.

“What are you doing here?” You didn’t think Tony was even on site today. 

“Well...Cap told me about the impromptu mission so I just wanted to check on you. I know this is a hard few days for you.” He had his hand on your cheek and was smiling down at you. Tony Stark was looking at you like his own daughter. It choked you up a little bit.

“I’ll be fine. It’s probably better I’m going to be busy.”

“You sure? I can put the kibosh on this whole thing. Rogers thinks he’s in charge but we all know it’s me.” You laughed and he hugged you. "Did you get a chance to read the case file?"

"Yes Tony. Martin Cobb. Top one percenter, runs a BioTech firm Cobb International and owns multiple properties. We've got tips that he may be smuggling street drugs and illegals arms through the southern border. We're going down to whatever the hell that resort in Argentina is called. We received intel that he and his wife will be there this week. We're going in just looking for information from any of his associates and to get eyes on Cobb and watch him interact."

"Okay, just wanted to make sure you had everything. Don't do anything stupid. If you can interact with him safely, great. If not, stay away from him. We just want info, we don't want to tip our hand just yet." You nodded at Tony and he hugged you again. "When you get back, we're celebrating your birthday." He held his finger up before you could argue. "Yes. It's been 5 years. You should be celebrated." As much as you wanted to argue with him, you knew it was pointless. You simply hugged him again, thankful that he came into your life when he did.

Across the hangar, Steve was watching you and Tony with intrigue. He looked over at Bucky.

“What’s going on with her? Why is Tony here.” Steve rolled his eyes as Bucky shrugged. Frustrated that he knew there was something deeper here, but that no one would tell him. “Look I know there are things about her that I don’t know. I know she’s confided in you. Tony found her, I don’t even know where, and he kept her hidden for months and then he’d only let you train her. Is there something I should be worried about? Is there something I should know?” Bucky put your bags down.

“I can’t share her story. That’s for her to decide to share. She’s fine. You know Tony loves her like she’s his own kid. She’s never gone on a mission that he hasn’t seen her off on if he wasn’t going. She’s been through some shit. Tony knew that she and I would be a good fit. And he was right. Just try and not to let her get to you. Try keeping your temper in check and maybe she’ll open up to you.“ Steve did have a short fuse when it came to you. 

“Rogers! Take care of my girl!” Tony yelled as you stepped towards the jet.

“Bye Bucky.” You gave him a quick side hug. “Ready Captain?” The mischief was back in your eye. He watched you walk onto the jet and groaned a little. You were going to kill him over these next few days if you were wearing outfits like that. Bucky clapped him on the shoulder but kept his comments to himself and headed back inside of the compound.

***

You were following Steve into the safe house from the jet. He was carrying 99% of everything. He’d only relented to let you carry your own bags. It must have been a 40s thing. He and Bucky would rather walk on hot coals than let you open your own door or carry more than them. You laughed when you entered the little cabin. While it didn’t look like much in the outside, it was very clearly a Tony Stark property.

“What’s funny?” He turned to you. It was a genuine question, you were used to his voice being laced with irritation

“I think safe house...I don’t think California King, high tech computers and what I’m assuming is a stocked fridge.” The one room cabin had a kitchen that led to a huge room with the large bed, a decent size couch against the wall and a computer station with dual monitors.

“That’s Tony for you.” You hummed in response. “So I just have to check a few things before we go to the hotel. You could uh, take a nap if you want. You look tired.” Your brow furrowed. Normally he would have lectured you about not getting more rest and being out all night. This must have been written across your face because he followed it up. "I know this mission wasn't planned."

“Can’t sleep.” You simply stated. You saw concern lacing his features. “I could use some fresh air. I’m going to check out our private beach if you’re sure you don’t need me?” The idea of a private beach for a "safe house" was hilarious to you. 

“I’ll come get you when we’re ready to go. You nodded and headed to the back door. You paused before opening it and looked back to find Steve still staring at you. You gave him a small smile, still unnerved and slipped out the back door.

The warm briny air assaulted your senses, bringing you back to the last day with your family so many years ago. You sat down in the sand far enough back so were you were seated was dry, but just close enough to the water to where the waves washed over your feet and ankles as you extended them out. The tide was strong, you assumed that storms would be headed this way within a few days. Hopefully you and Steve were back home before that happened. 

"Y/N! Y/N! Look at my sand castle!" Ella's excited voice flooded your memories. Her vibrant face and brilliant eyes laced with happiness as she pulled you to the little mound of sand she had created. 

"Wow Ella, that's beautiful. What do you say we make a mansion for all of the little sea creatures here?" You sat down in the wet sand and grabbed her shovel and pales and began building your masterpiece. 

Ella's giggles rang through the air as the tilt-a-whirl spun you around and slammed her little body into yours. "Again! Again!" She yelled as she dragged you off of the ride and back into the line.

You watched from a distance as your mother and Ella pointed the water guns at their targets, trying to get Ella a bigger, better prize as your father stood with his arm around you in line for the roller coaster. He pulled you close to him for a side hug. "I'm so proud of you Y/N. You worked so hard. You're an amazing sister. We're all going to miss you so much when you're at college in the fall. I can't wait to see the amazing things you do with your life. Happy Birthday sweetheart."

Metal crunching. Screams. The smell of copper assaulting your senses as you felt someone grip you by the waist and pull you out of the back seat. Flashing lights and sirens.

Your brain was assaulted with memories you often pushed down, but when you felt the foamy water hit your toes....you couldn't stop it. You didn't notice anyone approaching, not realizing you had been outside for almost an hour. After sitting for a while, you had stood and slowly strolled along the shore trying to push out the horrific memories of the accident and replace them with the happy ones of that day. You defensively smacked a hand away that gripped your shoulder your brought your foot down in a sweep to knock them down and spun, ready for a fight. The man sitting in front of you had Auburn hair and hazel eyes. You had no idea who he was, but then you gave yourself a second to notice his other features. That jaw line was unmistakable and you would recognize his hands anywhere. It took you a moment to realize who you were looking at and what you had done.

"Oh my god, Steve I'm so sorry. You scared the hell out of me. I’m- I’m not wearing the contacts so I couldn’t see through the appearance changing thing. I didn’t  realize." You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. You put your hand out and helped pull him to his feet. 

"It's okay. I didn't mean to scare you. I called your name but you didn't hear me. I forgot I looked different. Great reflexes by the way. Wait...are you crying? Why are you crying?" You quickly wiped the tears from your face, looking away.

"I'm not...it's, it's nothing. I'm fine." you stammered, cursing yourself for not being more self aware. Steve took a tentative step towards you, when you didn't flinch back, he put his hand on your cheek and turned your face back to him.

"It's not nothing. You wouldn't cry over nothing." He wiped a stray tear from your cheek. The way he was looking at you made you want to break down and tell him all of your secrets. Instead, you steeled yourself. Steve could literally see something change in your eyes as you pulled yourself together.

"You know I'm dramatic Steve." you adverted your eyes again. You felt his body deflate as he sighed.

"Camille...please don't do that. Please don't. Please don't cheapen your feelings and act like it's trivial." You felt your defenses building.

"Why do you care Steve? You hate me." You felt guilty as you saw a look of hurt pass his eyes.

"I...I don't hate you. I know I give you a hard time. But I don't hate you." 

"Can we please just drop this? Please?" He dropped his hand. 

"The cab will be here in a half an hour. It's about a 15 minute walk from the cabin through the woods where we're being picked up so no one is tipped off to the safe house. Meet me out front in 10." He turned to walk back to the house, not waiting for your response. Life was easier when you thought Steve Rogers hated you. You put your hand on your cheek, it still tingled from where he touched you. 

***

You were going to die, you were certain of it. It was almost July in Argentina and it was a balmy 105 degrees. The air was thick with humidity. You had been walking for 10 minutes and were certain you were going to pass out.

"Steve...we have to stop for a second." You were so irritated with his Super Solider perfection. He had both of your bags thrown over his shoulders, heavy jeans and a t-shirt on ad was barely breaking a sweat while hiking through the woods to get to your destination. You, on the other hand were wearing barely any shorts and a tank top, your face was bright red and you could feel sweat dripping down your back.

"Cam...we're going to miss the cab. We're literally like 5 minutes from where we need to be." He was trying not to be irritated with you. When he saw you, leaning over with your hands on your knees he wanted to just pick you up and carry you too, but he knew you were to proud to ever allow that.

"How are you not dying in those pants?" You gestured at him.

"It's the serum. It regulates my temperature better than your body allows you to." 

"I kind of hate you right now." You gave him a crack of a smile.

"I can carry you." He offered, knowing you'd say no.

"I'd rather die. Though I may die anyway." You were thankful that your hair was off of your shoulders.

"We're almost there. I promise." You nodded and stood up straight again after wiping your face on the inside of your shirt.

"I have dibs on the shower as soon as we walk into that room." Steve laughed and nodded in agreement. You managed the last few minutes of the trek. You had gotten there just at the right time for the cab to pull up. Steve piled all of your belongings into the trunk and you were on your way.

You were murderous when you pulled up to the resort. The cab that had picked the two of you up had been rickety and run down. The air conditioning in the car was broken and even with all of the windows open, all you could smell was the cab drivers BO. Steve could sense your mounting irritation and without thinking took your hand and squeezed it to try and calm you down. He felt you stiffen for a moment and then relax without making any eye contact with him. After a 45 minute drive you arrived at the front of a ridiculous resort. You hopped out of the car trying not to gasp for fresh air as Steve paid the driver and grabbed your things. He put his hand on the small of your back to lead you into the hotel. It was time to put your game faces on and play the happy couple. 

Cold air blasted you in the face and Steve felt your whole body visibly relax from where his hand was rested. He led you over to the front desk as you looked around at the exorbitant display of wealth in front of your eyes.

"Mr. & Mrs. Buchanan checking in." Steve smiled kindly at the woman at the front desk. You had to hold back a snort. Clearly we were reaching the bottom of the barrel for cover names. Steve could see the twinkle in your eyes. 

"Ah yes...I see right here Mr. and Mrs. Grant Buchanan." It took all you had not to roll your eyes at how your identity was lost at your supposed marriage. "Congratulations! I trust your wedding was wonderful." you stuffed your left hand in your pocket to dig out the faux engagement ring and wedding band and discretely slipped them on. Steve had already placed his on before you left. You were afraid the sweat dripping from your body would make them fall off.

"It was. We actually eloped. Rather spend the money on a great trip." You felt yourself lie. You really didn't want to have to come up with fake wedding details. As a little girl, you had dreamed about a wedding of your own, but that all changed. Now you couldn't even imagine letting someone close enough to your heart. The front desk girl seemed disappointed.You tuned her and Steve out as they finished chatting as she checked you in. 

"Now I expect we'll see you both down here for dinner tonight. We have a wonderful band playing."

"Of course, we'll see you later tonight."  You both declined having a bell hop escort you to the room.

“I thought this guy wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow? Why do we have to go to dinner tonight.” Steve gave you a pointed look.

“Because we need to blend in. Participating in their activities is necessary. I don’t want to stand out for showing up only when he’s around. Plus maybe we'll be lucky enough to get some intel from his associates.” 

Steve opened the door for you to the room. You paused in the doorway. The rug what a deep red. The bed in the middle of the room was the largest bed you’d ever laid eyes on. It was on a massive gold head and foot board. The bedding was a rich cream. Mahogany night stands stood on each side. In front of the bed was a large cabinet with a huge flat screen TV. To the right was a matching desk with a brown leather chair. To the left led to a small living room area with a large brown plush couch and a table with two chairs against the wall. You could only imagine what the bathroom looked like. “This is...extra.” Steve shut the door behind you and carried your bags over to the couch. Your eyes flickered over to the closet at the garment bags hanging. You furrowed your brow. “What are those in the closet?”

“Tony apparently sent some items down, not trusting us to dress ourselves.” You laughed at the thought.

“Well he wasn’t wrong. I look like a hobo compared to the way some of those women were dressed.” 

“You don’t look like a hobo.” You felt Steve’s gaze on you as you turned to look at him. “You just don’t need to try that hard.” You felt your breath hitch in your throat. 

“Thanks.” What the hell was happening? Where was the Steve that cut you no slack and had something to say about everything you did? This was unexpected. You were prepared for the other Steve. “Hopefully Tony didn’t pack any dresses that make me look naked.” You turned as Steve scoffed.

“Tony would never send anything like that for you. He’d rather put you in a garbage bag that covered you neck to toe.” You pondered that and laughed.

“That is true. I’ve gotten the ‘you’re not going out like that’ lecture from him before.” 

“Go take a shower. I’ll check in back home.” You grabbed your bag to bring into the bathroom with you. You paused before you closed the door.

“Thank you Steve.” You shut the door quickly before he could respond. You felt yourself blushing again. You had to get control of yourself.

You looked around and immediately fell in love with the bathroom. There was a huge whirlpool tub and large shower stall with multiple shower heads. Your planned on requesting a bathroom upgrade when you got home.

You studied yourself in the mirror. All of the makeup had essentially melted off of your face. Though still braided, your hair was frizzy from the heat and humidity. You looked hideous. But Steve had looked at you like...you couldn’t finish the thought. You looked at your eyes. Tony has made this pair of contacts especially for you. They changed your purple eyes to a bluish grey color. 

You had wanted to open up to Steve on the beach. You wanted to tell him everything, mostly because you felt so damn lonely and you just wanted someone to hold you. No, you wanted him to hold you. You rolled your eyes at yourself and got yourself ready to shower. You couldn’t drag anyone into the mess that you were, especially not Steve Rogers.

A few hours later Steve was stepping out of the bathroom dressed in beige dress shorts and a cobalt blue linen shirt. Tony has sent loafers for him and these weird socks that only covered half of his feet so they couldn’t be seen. He looked around the room but didn’t see you. He didn’t think you would venture out on your own. He felt a little panicked, but then he saw you. You were standing out on the balcony looking out at the ocean. Your dark hair in waves down your back. You must have sensed him approaching because you turned and smiled at him. He wasn’t used to that. Normally you scowled at him. But that smile did something to him and he felt his heart rate speed up.

“You definitely don’t look homeless now.” He cracked. You tipped your head back and laughed. Tony could pick out clothes, he’d give him that. You were wearing a light teal silk dress that had white polka dots on it. It was a thin strapped v-neck wrap dress with a ruffled hem. You paired it with white strappy sandals.

“I don’t think I have ever seen your actual legs.” He felt a little self-conscious as you looked him up and down. “Are you wearing socks?” You scrunched you’re face up.

“Yes. You just can’t see them.” You roared with laughter.

“He packed you no show socks?!” You were stunning when you laughed. Steve only wished he could see your real eyes. They glowed magenta when you used your powers, but if you were laughing really hard they would show little sparks of the glowing color. The contacts covered that up. “That alone was worth the trip. You better watch it Captain. He’s going to make you high maintenance yet.” They way you called him Captain did things to him. 

“You’re hilarious.” He deadpanned. You grabbed his hand and pulled him outside.

“Look at this view.” Your room faces the ocean. The sky danced with pinks, yellow and oranges as the sun set. “Do you see how harsh the waves are. There’s a storm coming. It’s a few days off, but it’s brewing.”

“How do you know?” When you looked over you expected him to be challenging you, hoping to prove you wrong. He looked genuinely interested. Not a hint of sarcasm in sight.

“I, um, I grew up near Cape Cod. I learned how to tell when a storm was coming.”

“No accent?” He was perceptive, but you knew that. He was trained to be.

“I worked hard at hiding the accent. Stops people from asking questions.” He nodded and took the hint. That was the first real piece of information you had ever told him about your past. He didn’t want to push his luck.

“Ready Mrs. Buchanan?” He offered you his arm. You rolled your eyes.

“Bucky made the reservations for you, didn’t he? Such a narcissist."

"Actually, it was supposed to be Bucky and Nat that did this mission, but she ended up having to leave." Steve chuckled as you linked your arm through his, leading you down to the dining room.

You and Steve were at the bar waiting to be seated. It reminded you of a wedding cocktail party the way they had everything set up. They had waiters walking around with appetizers. They would be opening the dining room in an hour for everyone to be seated for dinner service. 

Playing Steve’s significant other wasn’t as hard as you thought it would be. You had to tell yourself that his comforting touches were an act. You forced herself to remember what he was really like. The “that’s not the way we do things agent” “you’re reckless, those force fields won’t be able to protect you from everything.” And so on and so on. You tried to march the criticism and the snarky comments through your brain, but with the way he was looking at you, the marching band refused to play.

He was sitting on a bar stool and you were standing in between his legs. Your insides were screaming for you to run away from the Captain, to say something hateful to annoy him you her heart wouldn’t allow you to form the words. You felt him put his hand on your lower back and pull you close so it looked like he was holding you in an embrace. 

“These three men behind me are known associates of Martin Cobb, I recognize them from some of the intel. I've heard them mention Mr. Cobb a few times, but they're speaking to fast,  I can’t understand what they’re saying.” You tried to concentrate on the words coming from their mouths but Steve was making it almost impossible. He had run the tip of his nose from your shoulder languidly up to your neck. You swallowed. You could sense the eyes of some of the resort employees on you and Steve. He was definitely putting on a show.

“They’re-“ You had to pause and clear your throat. “They’re discussing his arrival tomorrow. They are to proceed with caution as his wife will be here. He’s coming to see a shipment. They aren’t saying what it is though. The way they're talking, it has to be some sort of drug.” You felt Steve press a kiss to your shoulder, silently hating him for being so good at his job. He brought his lips up to your ear.

“Are you okay? Is this too much? I just, the people that work here seem to be rather interested in us. I'm starting to think they're on his payroll.” Steve Rogers, always the gentleman even when what he’s doing is part of the job. He pulled back to look you in the eyes. You nodded. 

"I was thinking the same thing. I may not be as inconspicuous as we originally thought."

“Your table is ready Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan." Steve stood and took your hand to lead you as he followed the hostess to a table in the middle of the restaurant. You looked around hoping for something more private. You didn't want anyone overhearing your conversation. It was like the hostess could read your mind. “I’m sure no one will mind a little PDA. Mostly everyone here is newly married or celebrating their relationship.” Steve pulled out your chair and helped you sit down. Once the hostess left, Steve reached across the table and took your hand. You couldn’t discern what was real and what was him putting on a show, but the roughness of his hands was intoxicating. You found yourself not wanting him to let go. “You okay?” He broke your trance and you looked up and smiled.

“I am, I just feel a little on edge. But there are a lot of people here. You know, Bucky is going to be disappointed we haven’t almost killed each other. He wanted stories.” Steve threw his head back and laughed.

“Of course he does.”

“This, um, trip, was more suited for him and Nat I think.” You didn't want to call it a mission and have anyone overhear.

“I think we're doing okay." You couldn't look away from him. "Clint called and said Laura was having a hard time and they could use someone to distract the girls. The baby has colic." You shuddered, you remembered how helacious your sister's colic had been. 

“You know I never would have let you call her back right? I shouldn’t have acted the way I did.” Steve, who was still holding your hand squeezed it.

“It’s forgotten. I shouldn’t have lost my temper. You have to know I don’t think of you as a secondary team member. You’ve saved so many people, including people on our own team.”

“Thanks Steve.” You were happy the lighting hid the blush on your cheeks. Your internally cringed at the amount of times you felt yourself blush. You felt like an idiot. The way Steve was looking at you, you felt like you couldn’t breath. He let go of your hand as the waiter approached. You took 3 long sips of your drink. You needed to shake Steve Rogers and his perfect eyes from your brain. 

The rest of the evening had been uneventful in regards to Martin Cobb intel. Soon after you were done eating, the men left. You had suggested going back to the room to try and get a jump on the next day, but Steve shook his head.

“I need to show you something first." Steve led you outside onto the beach. You took your heels off and carried them so you could walk with him. He had his arm around you as he led you further down to the other side of the resort.

"Are you taking me somewhere to kill me? Where are we going?" He snickered lightly. He stopped when he got to a path that led to a wooded area. 

"This is important. If you take this path right here, it cuts through the woods to the safe house. It's a short cut from. If we need to make a break for it...you go this way."

"You made me ride in that smelly cab for almost an hour when we could have cut through the woods? What is that building over there?" You saw a grey concrete building with a flat roof. It couldn’t have been more than two rooms on a single floor.

"I think someone would have noticed if we didn't arrive at the front entrance and were sneaking through the woods." You snorted when you laughed.  You were about to make a smart ass comment when Steve grabbed you by your waist and pulled you to him. Your eyes went wide as he pressed his lips to yours. After a moment, you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck, running your hand up the back of his hair. You were so focused on how his tongue was tracing the your bottom lip and how it felt to have his hands gripping your hips that you almost didn’t hear the man that was barreling towards the two of you.

"HEY! You two! You can't be over here!" one of the workers was running towards the two of you. Steve pulled back and you let out an involuntary whine.

"I'm so sorry sir. We just started walking down the beach and got a little carried away with each other, I didn't realize how far from the resort we had wandered." He saw the guy coming, that was why he kissed you. You felt disappointment creeping in.

"This area is closed off to guests. Please, head back towards the resort." Steve took your hand and started leading you back the other way.

"Right. We're so sorry." You were still stunned. Steve hadn't even warned you that someone was coming. You glanced back towards the little building you saw. There was a reason why they didn’t want you over there. You were sure that building was important. Steve pulled you along. 

"It's alright...I know how young love is." The man chuckled as he followed you back. He didn't leave until the two of you were back in the hotel lobby. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Steve didn't say another word to you as he led you to the elevator or the entire ride up. Once you were back in your room and the door was shut behind you, he gave you a sheepish smile.

"I'm sorry. I just saw that guy almost running at us and I didn't want to blow our cover, I didn't have time to warn you." 

"No...it's...it was fine. You just surprised me. I'm going to go change." You quickly grabbed some clothes out of your bag. You felt yourself get brave and you turned back to Steve who’s eyes hasn’t left you. “You know...for being a century old, you’re not a bad kisser.” You gave him a small smile and then shut the bathroom door behind you as his cheeks blazed red. You leaned your back against the door and put your fingers to your lips. Not ever before in your life did a kiss make you feel like that. You took a few moments to compose yourself after you changed into a pair of spandex shorts and an over-sized Stark Industries T-Shirt. 

As you exited the bathroom, Steve was standing near your bag with a strange expression on his face. You looked down and saw the picture that you brought with you everywhere in his hands. You took a few strides over to him and yanked it from his hands.

“It- it fell out of your bag. Is- Is that you?” You looked down at the picture. It was at breakfast the day you lost your family. There was a birthday candle sticking out of your waffles. Ella was sitting on your lap as they sang to you, the waiter had taken the picture. You couldn’t remember the last time you looked that happy. Your face was exactly the same, but it had been a long time since you had seen your natural hair and eye color. It was almost jarring. You turned away from Steve and he could feel you bricking up the wall he started knocking down.  “Camille...talk to me. Please. Who is that?” For all Steve knew, that could be your sister. You didn’t look like you anymore. You wiped a stray tear.

“I haven’t been that girl in a long time. She’s a ghost Steve. She’s no one.” He pulled you back to him.

“Don’t do that. Please don’t do that. You can trust me. Don’t shut me out.” You cleared your throat and pulled your arm away from Steve so you could hug yourself.

“That was me, 5 years ago. 5 years ago to this day. My parents and sister were killed in a car accident while we were in a vacation in Europe. I should have died too, I sometimes wish I had died too. They injected me with whatever made me like this. I think whoever made me was looking for lost causes, people near death so that if their formula backfired, no one would suspect anything. But here I am. They were a success. But the girl in this picture is dead and gone.”  Before you could walk away from him, Steve pulled you to him in a bone crushing hug. He didn’t say anything, he just held you as you felt hot tears fall down your cheeks. 

***

You didn’t remember falling asleep. You felt like there was a heavy iron curtain hanging over you. You slowly blinked your eyes open and you were in bed, laying on your side facing the huge glass doors that led out to the balcony. You felt Steve’s body pressed against your back as he snored lightly. His arm thrown over your body. You stayed there for a moment enjoying the heat of his body and the safeness of his embrace. You slowly slid out from his grasp and grabbed your phone as you slid your flip flops on. You needed some air and some coffee.

You scrolled through your phone and saw a handful of missed calls and messages from Bucky. Did you guys get there okay? Have you driven Steve crazy yet? Why aren’t you answering me? Did Steve kill you already? And then the final one- Steve called me after you fell asleep. Call me when you get up.”

You closed the door slowly behind you so it wouldn't wake Steve and headed downstairs. You slipped through the lobby and headed out towards the back patio where breakfast was set up, in desperate need of caffeine. After you poured yourself a generous cup, you found a secluded table in the corner of the deck. You moved your chair so it was facing the railing and looking out over the ocean. Once you were situated you pulled your knees close to your body and dialed Bucky's number. It rang a few times before his gruff and sleepy voice answered.

"It's 5am Doll." Was all he said.

"Well good morning to you too." 

"It's 7am there. What the hell are you doing up already?" You listened as his voice slowly became more alert. "Are you okay? Steve told me about the picture, and you breaking down, and....I didn't think you'd ever tell him." You took a drink of your coffee.

"I"m fine. If he hadn't found that picture I probably wouldn't have, and I didn't tell him much. It was kind of cathartic. And Steve on this mission is much different than any other Steve I've worked with. And what was I supposed to do? Tell him it wasn't me? Believe me, I tried to not tell him. He just looks at you with those stupid blue eyes and you want to tell him all of your secrets." You had his full attention now.

"Stupid blue eyes huh? Exactly how well are you and Steve getting along?"

"Shut up Bucky."

"I KNEW IT! YOU LIKE HIM!!" He yelled into your ear. 

"You're insufferable." You looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, and also to make sure Steve wasn't sneaking up on you to hear your confession. "I can't keep anything from you, even if I should and want to. I may have a little crush." You rolled your eyes in defeat. Bucky Barnes would never let this go now.

"Little crush huh?"

"Okay fine, a huge one. But it's this mission. Pretending to be newly weds...all the fake affection, the kissing. It's messing with my brain."

"Wait...hold up. You kissed him?"

"Technically he kissed me. I just kissed him back." Bucky was making some sort of celebration whooping sound when you followed it up. "It's because we were sneaking around the property and got caught. He was trying to blow it off as us getting carried away."

"Was there tongue?" She could see him wiggling his eyebrows in her mind.

"Shut up. I hate you." She clenched her jaw as he laughed at her expense.

"Well that's a yes. I mean...I always knew your hatred for him was just a veil of your feelings."

"There are no feelings. It's a crush. I'll get over it." You said the word feelings like it was a curse word.

"Sure you will. Listen...I'm going back to sleep now that I know you aren't going to jump off the deep end. And maybe explore the possibility of feelings for Steve." Her shook his head when you scoffed. "And Cam?"

"Yeah Buck?"

"Happy Birthday." And with that he hung up the phone. You shook your head as you set your phone down on the table and took another sip of your coffee. The wind was whipping through your hair and you saw the dark clouds slowly approaching. The rain would start soon. The idea of a heavy storm trapping you on the island made your anxiety kick up. Then you thought about being trapped on the island with Steve and you settled into your thoughts.

"Well you look lonely." About 15 minutes later a voice yanked you from your daydreaming thoughts of Steve Rogers. You slowly turned to see a beautiful middle aged woman standing in front of you. She had beautiful curly dark hair, deep dark eyes, full lips and a gorgeous smile. Age barely marked her face. "Where is your other half?

"I'm sorry....do I know you?"

"Oh I'm sorry dear! I'm Maria Alvarez Cobb." you heard the alarm bells going off in your head. This must be Martin Cobb's wife. "I'm just surprised to see a lovely young woman like yourself sitting alone outside at a couples resort." 

"Oh! My husband is still sleeping. I woke up early and couldn't fall back to sleep, but I didn't want to wake him, so I came down for some coffee and to get some fresh air before it gets so warm later today." 

"If you don't mind me saying, you look rather young to be someone's wife." She took an uninvited seat at your table.

"Newly weds. I look young for my age." She wasn't being dishonest. You would know if she was, you would sense it. But something about her was off, you were sure of it.

"I didn't catch your name." You frantically tried to remember the name that was on the reservation. No one had called you by your first name. 

"Ainsley...Ainsley Buchanan." How you plucked that out of the back of your brain, you'd never know. 

"Stark Industries? Do you work for Tony Stark" she motioned to your t-shirt. You silently cursed yourself. Rule number one was never, ever let anyone associate you with anything Avengers or Stark related when on an undercover mission."

"Oh no...my brother Peter has an internship with Mr. Stark. A perk is plenty of free T-Shirts." She smiled.

"It must be nice to be close to a sibling." It felt like everything she said was an accusation. You simply smiled at her. 

"Well, I think I'll go and see if my husband has decided to wake up yet." You stood to walk quickly away and she grabbed your hand.

"Ms. Buchanan, my husband and I are inviting all of our guests to our anniversary party tonight at the resort. I do hope you'll be able to attend with your husband. I'd love to meet him. I try to meet all of our guests when we come down to stay here."

"Your guests?"

"Oh dear, my husband and I own this resort." You tried to keep your face as neutral as possible, on the inside you were screaming.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't even realize!" you feigned embarrassment. 

"Oh don't apologize. I wouldn't expect you to know. Will we see you tonight?"

"We wouldn't miss it for the world

As soon as you were out of anyone's line of vision you moved quickly to the stair well and ran up the stairs, not trusting yourself to be on an elevator with anyone else. Your hands were shaking as you tried to unlock the door. You cursed as you dropped your phone and it hit the bottom of the door. Steve must have heard you because he opened it before you could even put the key card in the door.

"Camille, what in the hell?" He looked at your disheveled appearance, panic spread all over your face.

"Shhh...let me in and shut the door, NOW" You yelled at him in a whisper. He moved so you could rush in and shut the door. He turned around waiting for an explanation for your frantic behavior.

"Steve...I fucked up. I fucked up BIG time." 

"It's 7:40 in the morning? How could you have possibly messed up?" You internally rolled your eyes at his refusal to use the same curse word you had. You took the ends of your shirt so he could read the logo. He squinted his eyes and shook his head to indicate he wasn't following your train of thought. "Okay I need you to say actual words."

"I woke up early and didn't want to wake you. I didn't even remember falling asleep last night to be honest. I felt foggy and I wanted some fresh air and coffee. I'm so sorry for breaking down like that. I'm such a fucking baby." Steve grabbed you by your shoulders.

"Camille...I need you to focus." You closed your eyes for a moment and when you opened them, he was looking at you with more concern that you had ever seen on his face before.

"Sorry. I went downstairs to call Bucky because he left me like 1800 messages. I didn't even think to change my shirt. When I got off the phone with him, this woman came up to me. Maria Alvarez Cobb." 

"Shit..." Steve let you go.

"I know. She was asking why I was alone. I told her my "husband" was still asleep and I wanted to enjoy the weather with my coffee. She mentioned the shirt. She asked me if I worked for Mr. Stark. I told her my brother Peter interned for him."

"So you covered. It's not that bad." 

"Steve. It's bad! When are you going to realize I can sense when something is off? It's more than just knowing when someone is lying. Lately...it's like I can sense the negative energy in the air. I felt off around her. She wasn't lying to me. But the warning bells were ringing in my head. She was definitely suspicious of me. She invited us to their anniversary party tonight. Actually, she said she was inviting all of their guests to the party. She and Martin Cobb own this place."

"What? That's not listed anywhere."

"I KNOW!" You threw your arms up. "I'm such a fuck up. I should know better than to even bring this shit with me on a mission."

"Cam...stop. It's okay." 

"You're not going to yell at me?" You jolted back, looking at him in shock.

"No...it was an honest mistake." Your drew your eyebrows together.

"You're not so calm because of you feel sorry for me, this isn't pity Rogers, is it?"

"Oh my God will you stop?" You crossed your arms in front of you glaring him down. "It's not pity. But it's already done. So now we just have to tread lightly from here." You nodded, relaxing your posture. 

"You put me to bed last night."

"I did."

"You held me."

"I did. You needed it." He waited for you to say more, but he could tell you couldn't find the words. "We all have baggage Camille. We all have scars. You don't have to bottle them up. We're all here for you. Not just Tony and Bucky. If you talked more, you might not feel broken. I'm here for you. You needed someone to be there for you last night. I'm here for you, any time you need someone." You nodded.

"Thank you. I'm not ready to talk more just yet. But thank you." 

"You're welcome. Now let's order some room service and get to work researching this woman and try to figure out what shipment they're expecting." 

***

Your nerves were shot. You and Steve found out next to nothing about the Cobb's. Maria was even more of an enigma than her husband Martin. As far as they could tell, Martin Cobb ran a BioTech company. There were none of the usual "drug front" businesses under Cobb International. Martin and Maria bought the resort 6 months ago. You were standing near the glass door staring out at the whipping wind and the heavy rain.

"I mean it makes sense why we didn't know they owned the place. I just can't figure out what it is that he's selling. We thought it was drugs and arms deals. Maybe we're wrong." Steve fixed the tie around his neck. You had been pacing all day. Pacing back and forth in front of the door. Pacing around the room. You couldn't sit still. "Camille, you're making me dizzy." You spun and looked at him and gave him a sheepish smile. You were wearing a black sweetheart neckline dress. It was chiffon with a small embellished belt and a high-low hemline; the shortest part of the dress just long enough to hide the thigh holster for your weapon. You paired it with flat gold gladiator sandals. You didn't want to have to fight, or run in heels. Your hair was in it's signature braid wrapped around your head. 

"Steve...I just have a bad feeling about this. Maybe we should call this mission and re-group. This storm is going to get worse. If we get into trouble, we wont be able to fly out of here."

"No...we're here. It'll be okay. They aren't going to do anything in a room full of people. C'mon, let's go down there for a while, see what's up and if you still feel like this, we'll leave and go to the safe house. I already have Tony and Bucky on standby." You nodded. He put his hand on the small of your back to lead you out of the room, he’d been doing it for the past two days and you didn’t think you would ever get sick of it.

Waves of anxiety passed through you as the two of you made your way into the ballroom. . Gold and crystal chandeliers hanging throughout the ceiling. Everything else in black. Black chairs, black table cloths. Then the gold and black plates. You grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. 

“I don’t know if getting drunk is our best play.” Steve whispered into your ear. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh grow up. A glass of champagne isn’t going to get me drunk. It’s going to calm my nerves.” You watched Steve’s jaw tick as you rolled your eyes.

“I swear to God if you roll your eyes at me again I’m going to roll them back for you. That drives me insane.” He whispered harshly in your ear. So it was the eye rolling that got to him, you did it often, which explained why he was always so triggered by you. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Now is not the time or the place to threaten me with a good time, Captain.” The snarky comment came out of your mouth before you could stop it. You both stood there awkwardly for a moment staring at each other until Steve cleared his throat. 

“We should probably head that way.” Steve pointed you towards the back corner of the room. You nodded and let him lead you there. Here you were, probably walking into your deaths and you were flirting. You internally chastised yourself and thanked God no one else was on this mission. You’d never live it down. 

The two of you tried to eavesdrop on whatever conversations you could but got no information. Whatever was happening was deep under wraps. Martin Cobb didn't want his dealings around his wife, the men you had listened to last night made that clear. You should have known you wouldn't have been able to pick up on anything.  You could feel the electricity and anxiety coursing through your body. You felt Steve’s hand on your thigh to stop you from bouncing your leg. He had just gotten back from making another round of the room.

“I haven’t even seen the Cobbs.” You commented.

“I know. Let’s get out of here. We’ll pack our things and head to the safe house and see what to do next.” You were about to agree with him when you froze cold in your spot. “What? What is it?” You spotted a man across the room. You hadn't seen him in 5 years, but you would recognize him anywhere.

“That- that man over there. That’s Dr. Yablowsk,  the doctor that treated me after the accident.” He was tall and slender. Balding with white hair. He actually reminded you of Mr. Burns from The Simpsons. Steve saw a variety of emotions pass through your eyes.

“You mean- he’s the one that made you the way you are?” You nodded.

“He has to be. He was the only doctor that I saw the day of the accident. This can’t be a coincidence. Screw going back to the room, we’re leaving now.” You grabbed Steve’s hand and were about to drag him out of the room when you saw Maria Alvarez Cobb approaching you.

“You must be Mr. Buchanan. I met your lovely wife Ainsley this morning.” She shoved her hand at Steve and he graciously accepted the hand shake.

“Yes ma’am. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Ainsley told me she met you this morning and you personally invited us. Happy Anniversary.” Steve watched as the color drained from your face.

“Such a gentleman too. Hold on to this one Ainsley, good men are hard to come by.” Her smile seemed genuine, but she kept saying your name like it was an accusation. She knew you weren't who you said you were. You could tell by the way she was looking at you.

“I need to use the restroom.” You quickly slipped from the two of them and rushed outside. You felt sick. Your head was pounding and you had to get away from that woman. Once you were out of their line of vision, you headed outside. The rain soaked you as you you slowly started to make your way to the edge of the woods. You were hoping Steve would meet you there when you weren't by the restroom. You were banking on his uncanny ESP to know exactly where to go and what to do at all times. You paused when you got close to that little concrete building. The lights were on and you heard two men arguing.

“I need to get to the party. My wife is there and she’s trying to keep her at that party.”

“Martin- this isn’t a good idea. Just let her go, we have more. We can make more.” 

"NO! She's the first. She was our first successful case. She slipped from my grasp back then. I finally have the opportunity now!" You stumbled back.

They were talking about you. They had to be. You quickly slipped between two bushes and squatted down before you could be seen. You watched as Martin Cobb stormed out of the little building and headed towards the resort. You felt your hands shaking as you pulled your phone out of your small purse to text Steve. You warned him this was a trap and described where you were hiding.

The warm rain was making your dress stick to your body and the wind was almost knocking you over. You kept looking at your phone to see if Steve would answer you, but he hadn't said a single word back. You were squatting down trying not to hyperventilate and saying a silent prayer when you saw Steve coming  about 20 minutes later.

“What the hell is going on?”

“We need to get out of here. I’ll explain at the safe house. We are NOT safe. They know who I am.” Steve gave you a questioning look but accepted that you would explain when you were out of danger. The two of you moved as silently as you could. You were about go into the woods when you saw someone step out of the building.

“Y/N YLN” Your head snapped over to him as he called your real name. Steve looked at you in confusion. No one knew what your real name was except Tony Stark, not even Bucky knew.

“Who the hell are you?” You couldn’t get a good look at him, but he was tall and muscular with a shaved head.

“My name is Nick Webster, I’m the man that pulled you from the wreckage 5 years ago. I’ve been helping Martin and Dr. Yablowski look for you. It was smart, faking your suicide. But then Tony Stark found you and I knew...I just knew it was you. We didn’t realize how much your appearance had changed. You became a completely different person from when I saw you to when the doctor saw you. You know what gave you away?”

“Meeting Maria this morning.” The man laughed.

“Well that certainly didn’t help. No, that made us suspect something was off with you and your husband, that and the report that you were wandering a little to close to the woods. But it’s how you wore your hair tonight. It’s your look. “The Protector” always wears her hair like that. Don’t you realize that Martin Cobb is the one that sent all of those tips in to The Avengers? He's not dealing illicit drugs or illegal weapons. He's too smart and sophisticated for that. He wanted you here. I don’t know how he got so lucky that you were the one that came. You were his first creation. What’s shocking to me is that Tony Stark would send his Little Orphan Annie all by herself. Don’t you normally have that Super Soldier by your side? The ex assassin that is excellent at murder? The Winter Solider is it? Instead they send you with some B-List agent?“

“Actually, they sent her with me.” You and Nick Webster turned to where Steve Rogers was standing. You watched as Steve reached behind his ear and turned off his appearance enhancer. While you couldn't see his transformation because of your contacts, Nick saw the auburn hair melt into his normal dirty blonde rocks and his hazel eyes transformed into his piercing blue that were narrowed on Nick Webster. 

“Oooo Captain America! You must really be important to Stark.” Before you knew what was happening Steve took a few strides towards you and shoved your out of the way as Nick charged at him. You tried to get the comm that was in your bag into your ear as the two men fought. You knew Tony and Bucky were standing by waiting to hear from you and Steve. It was the quickest way to get a distress signal to them. You dropped your bag when you saw Nick pull out a blade and he was inches from stabbing Steve in the spine. You heard Tony’s words in your head. “C’mon kid, I bet if you concentrate hard enough you can throw a force field at someone to protect them if they aren’t next to you. Let’s try.” You had been working at it for months with Tony. You had come close a few times, but it never worked. "Maybe you just need the right motivation. It took a while for you to be able to create them on demand. We'll keep working at it. We'll get this." 

You felt power surging through your body as your hand shot out  towards Steve. You watched with slight awe as a purple orb few from your hand and surround Steve Rogers. The force almost knocked you over and took a lot of your strength. You were leaning against a tree to support yourself when you felt Nick’s blade pierce through your abdomen. You cried out in pain and fell to your knees. You held your hand to your stomach and tried to heal the wound, but nothing was happening. You watched as he stalked towards Steve and you quickly pulled the gun from your holster.

“Hey Nick!” You called out and as soon as he turned you put a bullet between his eyes and you fell to the ground. You silently thanked Bucky Barnes for making you an excellent shot.

“Cami...why didn’t you heal yourself?” Steve had ran over to you and dropped to his knees. Tendrils of your jet black hair had slipped from your braid and were sticking to your face. The pelting rain washing off the wet sand stuck to your face. Steve was frantic and trying to see the wound. He watched as you put your hand over where the blade had sliced through your body. Your eyes glowed the shade of magenta he had been enthralled with since the day he met you and he watched as it quickly flickered out. When he looked down at the wound it was still bleeding. 

“It’s not working. I don’t know why.” You mumbled, barely discernible.

“There must have been something on that blade that is affecting your healing ability. If Martin Cobb is the one that made the serum, he may have made something that can hinder hurt you.” Steve pulled his jacket and pressed it to your wound.

“I can still feel my powers below the surface. They’re just not strong enough to heal myself. He didn’t take them away.” Your voice cracked as you spoke.

“Dammit Camille, why did you throw that force field? Why didn’t you protect yourself?” Steve was pushing the wet hair off of your face and forehead. You gave him a weak smile.

“The team needs you more than they need me. You’re our leader. Besides, I’m always going to protect you.” You were starting to feel light-headed, and your vision was blurring.

“Cami…you don’t have to protect me. There isn’t anything that man could have done to me that I would survive. I’m a Super Solider. Getting beaten half to death and falling out of the sky didn’t kill me. You should have protected yourself instead.” Steve was saying more things to you, but you couldn't focus on everything that he was saying. Bits and pieces came through. He was yelling at you and begging you to stay with him when you felt a warm blanket of black fall over you. 

[donaldresslerfanfic]

Agent Gale.

Rating: M

Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Content.

Word Count: 3348

Donald Ressler X OC Maggie Waters.

Chapter: Fifty-Eight

Chapter Index

Story on Wattpad

Ressler.

The days after I first met Julian to work with him, Mags and I had the first ultrasound to meet our baby, when we first found out about her state, she was barely 7 weeks along, and we had to wait the remaining time for the 12th and the ultrasound. I'd noticed Mags had a little bump below her belly button, I was used of her stomach laying straight down all the time, and the smallest change I noticed in a second. She was still blissfully unaware of the shit show that was going to fall upon us.

Julian was an extreme researcher, he really got into the mind of the perpetrator, in this case Reddington. He knew every detail in the reports of the victims, he didn't miss a date, a connection, he reviewed everything a thousand times. Working with him brought me back on some level of attention to detail I'd long lost.

The following days, with Reddington dealing with his own stuff and chasing the cleaner, I got word from a detective in Philly who said he could have a break on my case. I went home to pack a bag and let Mags know I was heading there to talk to her.

That was the single worst decision I'd made. The witness was a set up.

I found myself now in a containment cell back in DC with a terrible headache, a pit in my stomach of thinking what they would do to me, and another even darker pit of knowing that I'd been pumped full of drugs, that's what I was worried about the most. I didn't wanted my past addiction to be a thing again.

I'd been stripped from my badge, taken out of the taskforce, treated like a criminal, I'd been manipulated, used, wronged, and I couldn't reach the only person who would make me feel better.

"You've got five minutes" I heard one of the guards say, I lifted my head up towards the door of the cell with a frown, then watched as Mags figure appeared from the side.

I stood up and walked to her, my arms slipped between the bars to hold her by the waist.

"Maggie, Mags I-"

"Hey hey" she stopped me, placing her hands on my neck and looking into my eyes "Samar told me what happened, alright? I'm just here to see how you're holding up and to tell you that everything is fine"

I shook my head and pressed my forehead to one of the bars.

"This is not fine, none of this is fine"

Mag's hand lifted up to the side of my head.

"That's an awful bruise, what was that?"

"I'm sorry" she moved her hand down on my cheek, stroking it slowly.

"None of this is your fault Don. Out of all the people Kate could've gone after you weren't supposed to be one of them. But they're working on getting you out alright?"

I couldn't look at her, I was so ashamed, ashamed for being manipulated the way I was, for being weak.

"Hey, stop it" she said pulling my head up to look at her again, as if she knew what was going on in my head "none of this is your fault. You'll be cleared tomorrow, and hopefully we can laugh about this whole situation in the future"

When I heard the footsteps walking down the hall again, probably to retrieve Maggie, I held her hands and placed a kiss on her knuckles.

"I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" I nodded, kissing her hand one more time before she was led outside.

I felt terrible with myself, specially after Cooper told me I was under investigation and out of active duty. I was free to work with Julian, but I didn't wanted to have anything to do with anything. The whole situation left me nauseous, I hated everything and everyone. Reddington, Hitchin, Kaplan, Krilov, Gale, everyone. I felt like everyone was out to get us.

The next day, when I was released under investigation, I headed to Mag's work, she had to be at the construction site almost everyday, and I knew that's where I'd find her.

She'd been reached on the radio and made aware of my presence, after a few minutes I exited the car when I saw her make her way to me. I held her tight, feeling her body mold to mine.

"Told you everything was going to be fine" she assured, I sighed and pulled back, holding her by the neck and pulling her for a kiss.

"I'm sorry"

"Stop" she shook her head "stop being sorry, you have nothing to feel sorry for."

"I'm going to find a way to make everything alright"

"I know you will" she leaned in to kiss my lips again, and I moved my hand from her waist to her stomach. I'd never done that, but I'd seen her absentmindedly rub it when she was sitting in the sofa, or on the computer. "We're fine, and I need you to be fine as well. So do what you have to do"

I nodded, kissing her lips again and hugging her tight. I was going to do anything in my power to stop the indictment, Gale, whoever was fighting Reddington, everyone. For Mags, for the three of us.

I resumed my work with Julian, he was always in the morgue, always looking at the bodies, always trying to communicate with them.

I don't know how he'd gotten my address, but he had, and one night he showed up with three boxes of files for us to look up.

I was a little confused when I opened the door and found him standing on the other side, and immediately got worried because Mags was supposed to be back in an hour, and I couldn't afford her saying something she wasn't supposed to.

"Are you gonna stand there all day?" He asked, I opened the door further and grabbed one of the boxes he was holding, releasing some of the weight from him.

"Who gave you my address?" I asked, he walked in and I shut the door with my foot.

"The bureau, why? Are you hiding something?"

I motioned at him to keep walking, then set the boxes on the kitchen table.

"No, but I don't want people to be looking at these" I opened one of them I looked around, most of the files that were here were redacted by me. Most of them were from people we'd tried to get them to give up information about Reddington, we promised protection, and here's where they'd ended up, in a box, a file number, a casualty.

"Wow, wow" I lifted my eyes to Julian, who was holding a framed photo of Mags and I on our wedding "is this the missus?" He shot me a glance.

"Yes, that's her"

"Where did you get her from?" He placed the frame back down in the table and opened another one of the boxes.

"She's from Maryland, she moved here 5 years ago, that's when I met her" I explained a little.

"Does she know what you do?"

"She knows the necessary. And I would prefer it if she didn't came back from work and saw the kitchen table full of bodies"

He just chuckled and got to work. Most of the people in the ice rink I had accounted for, and we were able to set up a timeline. Julian had a few other bodies who were identified but he hadn't been able to get the files, all of them were names on the blacklist, I knew not being able to get the files would spark some suspicion in him.

We'd set up the victims in a timeline, and some of them dated years back, the John Does that he had the bodies but not the files dated from 2013, which is roughly the time when the Reddington taskforce was disband, and a new Reddington taskforce was created.

The front door opened and in came Maggie, phone in hand.

"Can you do me a favor and look up in the file the name of the person in charge of the project?" She left her things on the kitchen island and walked around it towards the fridge, she hadn't noticed us. "Oh my God that's my name! And because it is my name you are going to do exactly as I say, and if I say the walls need to be 5 inches thicker, then you will make them five inches thicker, and I don't care if you have to tear them down and redo them, you wouldn't have to if you'd followed my instructions in the first place."

Boy was she mad. I walked to her, she gave me an annoyed roll of her eyes when she saw me.

"And tell Gabriel this is the last time I'm working with him- no no no" she said quickly "I've had you scheduled for a month in advance, first he fucks up and delays the start, now he fucks up the measurements that I personally reminded him of five times. I'm one mental breakdown away from pulling your people out of the site and hiring someone new."

She handed me her water bottle, which I took and opened, she started angrily at it, then took it whilst listening to the other person talk.

"You're gonna stay after hours to fix up this fuck up, and next time you or Gabriel cross me... You don't want to see me mad" she threatened.

She hung up and gave me a chuckle.

"Was that too much? You think he bought it?" She gave the water a big gulp.

"I bought it" I leaned in to kiss her lips, then motioned at Julian, who had witnessed the whole charade. "Baby, this a friend from work, Julian Gale"

She turned wide eyes to him, placing a hand on her chest.

"Oh my God" she gave me a little look "Donald what the hell, I'm going full mafia on people with the police in the house?" She walked to Julian and extended her hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that" she said with a smile. Julian shook her hand "I'm Maggie"

"It's a pleasure, Donnie here is very hush hush about you, I'm pleasantly surprised"

She chuckled and moved her eyes to the table, quickly turning away.

"On my God baby, is that like, dead people? Ugh" she exaggeratedly shivered. "I'm sorry I'm too queasy, especially now" she moved her hand to touch her stomach.

"Oh, wow, you're multiplying already?"

She gave him a smile and looked at me.

"Yeah, Agent Ressler here can't keep his hands to himself" she kissed me on the cheek and patted my shoulder. "okay, I'm gonna go upstairs to yell at more people who think they know more than I do at my own job, and leave you guys to keep working" she motioned at Julian "it's been a pleasure."

She gave me one last look before taking her things and going upstairs.

We spent another two hours working on the files, but there was not much else we could do besides waiting for the remaining files Gale had requested. Those obviously will never reach him, the classification levels on them were too far from his reach. He politely declined Mag's offer to stay for dinner, and left shortly after that.

She'd moved her laptop back down to the table and was looking into the fridge for something to cook.

"Your acting is very impressive" I said to her, she gave me a little smile and closed the fridge, taking some ground beef with her.

"Do you think he bought the unaware wife role? The last thing we need is for him to know that I used to work for Reddington as well" I agreed.

I stopped to look at her cook, and tried to make a mental check of when was the last time I'd actually stopped to look at my wife.

She'd gotten a haircut, she thought I didn't noticed but I did, it was extremely subtle. She'd also gotten the finger tattoo she told me about ages ago, two little letters were now printed on her skin forever, D.R. She was using her reading glasses more often, since she was constantly on her phone or computer, and when she wasn't she was reading papers, prints. The most notorious change was her stomach, she barely had anything noticable for anyone who didn't spent that much time with her, but I'd grown to know every curve of her body, and the little one forming on her stomach, the one that signaled she was growing someone else inside of her, that was my close second favorite, the first one will always be her smile.

She'd busied herself with dinner, but when she had to stand still next to the stove, I led my hand to her stomach again. She looked down at my hand and then up at me with the biggest of smiles.

"You're showing a bit"

"Yeah?" She asked taking her shirt and pulling up "I don't know, I think it's too early."

"I would know, this wasn't here before" I placed my lips on her shoulder, watching her cook from over her shoulder.

"Your friend sound like trouble" she commented.

Yes, he was trouble. He was even more trouble when he ID'd Tanida. That gave him a direct jab at me, and I had to tell him everything, because in his head I was the only one involved in this Reddington thing, but the truth was that I was dragged into this.

I became a mess of a person when Mags called me that very day in lunch time, to tell me that Julian had intercepted her at lunch.

I'd run a program to encrypt the call, just in case Julian had tapped my line.

"Talk to me" I said as soon as the program finished.

"I'm having lunch at the cafe and he just sat down and began rambling like 'do you know what your husband is up to? He's into some serious shit, he might go to jail. If you tell me everything you know, if you testify I can protect you' bla bla bla."

"And what did you tell him?"

"I told him that I didn't know what you were up to, and if you were in trouble that you knew what you were doing and if you knew the risks, so did I. He also insinuated something about Raymond like he mentioned his name and were like 'do you know this guy' whatever, I told him to leave me alone or I would call the police and he left"

I was in my desk, sitting and listening to her, I gave her a tired sigh and rubbed my eyes.

"Is this happening like right now? The jail thing?"

"Yes, why do you think I'm so disturbed?"

"I thought this could take months, like most trials do" she excused herself. She sighed out loud "I'm like getting lightheaded, I don't need this right now"

"Hey hey hey" I tried to calm her down "take deep breaths okay, we're working on an angle for Reddington to help us with the indictment. Don't worry"

"Okay" she said quietly "when's the trial?"

"Aram was called tomorrow afternoon to testify to a grand jury, he's not going to give us up, I'll fix this"

"Okay" she repeated "I believe you" I sighed again, rubbing my forehead "we need a vacation after this" she said with a little nervous chuckle. I half smiled and nodded my head.

"Yeah, we do. I'll call you later okay?" I said when I saw Liz walk in the office "I love you"

"I love you too" she said, then hung up the call.

"It was Mags" I said throwing the phone on the desk "says Gale is going at her."

"We're on our way to talk to Dixon's brother, hopefully we can work this one out before tomorrow."

Luckily, we did, but I didn't expect it to be at the expenses of Reven Wright's case resolution. Knowing that I'd somehow failed her made me nauseous, Hitchin got to walk free, and so did we. What I had to give up, I gave it up because of Mags, and our family. I couldn't afford her going through me going to jail, and the both of us having to raise a child in those conditions.

Maggie had to delay telling her sister about her pregnancy for almost two weeks after we did the ultrasound. Between all the comings and goings of Red's problems, she'd had to reschedule dinner with her at least three times. When I arrived home after being in the clear from the grand jury, I saw her sister's car parked outside.

I opened the door to see her poke her head from the kitchen, then walked quickly to me.

"What happened?" She asked with a frown.

"We're good" she lifted her eyebrows at me.

"For real?" I hummed affirmatively and held her by the waist, kissing her lips quickly.

"Yeah, Reddington helped. Is your sister here?" I pulled her to the kitchen, walking as we spoke.

"Yeah, she just showed up,she got mad at me for postponing dinner so many times she just dropped on us, we were going to ask for pizza."

"Have you told her?" As soon as I walked to the kitchen, Madison was sitting in the kitchen table and heard me.

"Told her what?" She asked whilst she took a sip of her glass.

"Maggie's pregnant" I said. She instantly choked on her water, making Ethan next to her stiffle a laugh and pat her back.

"I knew that already" he said smugly

"No you didn't" Mags walked to her sister with a kitchen cloth. Madison rose up from her seat to hug her, and I assumed the tears on here eyes weren't just from the water she'd tried to drink.

Madison didn't leave Maggie's side during the dinner, she just looked at her and hugged her and reached out to touch her stomach. I just assumed it was her motherly instinct taking over, Madison had basically been Mag's mom, she's taken care of her, half raised her.

Once the dinner was over, Mags was upstairs undressing and changing into her pajama when I entered.

"So" she said looking at me "what happened? How did you fix it"

I sighed in a little annoyance and sat on the bed, getting changed as well.

"I had to give up Reven Wright."

"Give up who?" She asked.

I laid on the bed and waited for her to turn off the light and make her way to the bed.

"Reven Wright, Hitchin killed her, and I've been going through her reports to see if she'd slipped on something so I could charge her. She hired a fixer who cleaned the traces. He led us to her body, and I had the proof I wanted to charge Hitchin. I had to give it away if we wanted her to squash the grand jury investigation"

"Ow" she lamented, placing her hand on my chest "I'm sorry baby. But Reven knows you know the truth, I bet she's thankful you found her and were able to give her some peace."

She moved closer, my hand landed on the side of her thigh and pulled it over on my stomach, feeling her closer.

"So you're going back to work?"

"Yes, I have to go and retrieve my badge tomorrow. Still, I don't know what's gonna happen, Reddington is broke and powerless. It could take time and I want to do other things"

"What other things?" She inquired.

"Well, house hunting, we need a bigger house."

"We 100% do not need a bigger house"

"Yeah we do, where are you going to put the baby?"

"I'll move my office downstairs and get rid of the guest room"

"No, we're getting a bigger house."

"We're not"

We were.

[melyaliz]

Angel in a dark path

Ask from @cryptoregan​ to write a story with her oc Alixandra Lane/ Mortem. So I did kind of a slice of life sort of thing.  

Fandom: DC / Batfam

Summary: Just another night for Jason and his Angel 

Pairing: Jason Todd x OC 

Notes: This was supposed to be done last week but shit happened. @cryptoregan​ was SO sweet understanding. I also had fun writing her oc. I honestly always get so honored when people ask me to write their oc’s because those are their babies. 

All Masterlists @melyalizarchive​​

Connect with me! AO3 / Instagram / Pinterest

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Long dark hair pulled back into a soft ponytail that hung low on Alixandra back slightly messy from hastily pulling it back during sex. The dull golden glow of evenings light seemed to play with the dark strands as she sat up in bed gently bandaging up her arm. 

Jason couldn’t help but admire the beauty before him. Graceful yet dangerous to the core. Her soft curves said look but her scars said don’t touch. 

“Here let me help you” Jason’s voice was slightly still husky from the sex they had just had, but as he reached for the bullet wound that had grazed his lover’s arm. His hands just as tender and attentive as they had been before.

It was one of the things Alixandra loved about Jason. How he was so loyal to those he loved. He put them above anyone else. They were his family. 

Stronger than blood. 

“You know” Jason said letting his fingers travel from her would up to her face gently brushing his fingers over her cheek, “We could just skip tonight and stay in.” his lips brushed against her neck lingering there taking in her taste, her scent, her whole being.

Alixandra giggled turning to face him, her stormy gray eyes meeting his bright blue ones. Their gaze lost in each other. In the moments they had together. 

Only to be broken,

“Yeah but you promised the buyer and I just cleaned my gun.” Alixandra said looking up at her boyfriend before pulling her hair down from it’s messy ponytail letting it cascade around her. 

She was ready for a night of fun. 

Jason clicked his tounge running his fingers through his own dark hair, “fine, fine let the games begin.” 

Jumping up Alixandra kissed him quickly on the cheek before grabbing suit and weapons. Jason laid on his back letting his head hang over the edge thinking over the mission tonight. 

They were supposed to take down a drug gang.

They were small but had already accumulated a larger body count in a week than most of the other gangs did in a month. Plus they had killed one of Jason’s informants and he just wasn’t about to let that lye. 

He had a reputation after all. 

“So word on the streets is that you made a boo boo.” 

“Who the hell are you?” 

“The one who is going to fix that” 

The thin leader let out a sharp laugh, barking, harsh. His eyes dark as he turned to the man in the red hood. “So you’re real.” 

“A real pain in your ass”

“Funny, your funny” he nodded toward his men an amused smile on his face, “he’s funny.” then snapping around he pulled out his gun holding it toward the man’s helmet the asmused look twisting into something different. 

Something evil.

“Listen bitch, this is my town now, so say good bye.” 

Bang.

The shot rang out light thunder from above. Sent by an angel. 

The leader stood there for a moment, his eyes wide with shock, shock as blood slowly trickled down his face. His body slumped to the ground as his gang stood in total shock at their boss laying dead at the Red Hood’s feet. 

They had been warned, weeks ago as they stood over the informant. “He doesn’t like to be messed with.” They had been warned by other gangs. “Stay away from the Red Hood.” 

They had been warned. 

But they hadn’t listened. 

The Red Hood looked up for a moment to the building where his angel sat. he couldn't see her but he knew she was there. Watching over him. 

“So much for your town” Jason said as Alixandra walked toward him. Stepping over the bodies of the other gang members that Jason had taken out moments after his lover had taken out their leader. His little saint cleaning up the sinners of this cesspool people called a home. 

He had called a home. 

“Jason?” her voice pulled him from the dark path he was slowly wondering down. Walking slowly down a world of pain that he had tried to pull himself from.

This city, this city always brought it back to him. 

Alixandra slipped her hand into his, “food sounds good.” she whispered as she looked up at the sky, dark clouds slowly forming over the light of the moon that shone over the city. It was going to rain. 

Good, 

This city needed a good cleansing. 

Jason turned to her then slowly pulling up her helmet so she could see his face. “Anything sounds good if I’m with you.” he whispered before kissing her, his strong arms pulling her slender body to him fingers drawing circles around her back. She sighed into him pulling his helmet from his head before letting her free hand tangel itself in his hair. “My Angel” Jason Whispered before picking up the young woman spinning her around before pressing her against the brick wall.

Alixandra wrapped her legs around his waist grinding into his -very frustrating- codpiece. Damn this armor. 

“Are you sure it’s food your hungry for?” Jason chuckled his lips trailing from her own down her jaw to her neck. Alixandra let out a sigh throwing her head back against the wall giving Jason more room. 

“Humm maybe a little of both?” 

“Sounds good to me.” 

The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance. Jason looked up his eyes meeting Alixandra’s through his mask. 

“How long was that response time? That has got to be the longest yet.”

“It’s no wonder this place needs help” Alixandra said unwrapping her legs from his waist before landing on the ground must to Jason’s annoyance. 

“First one home gets to choose the takeout.” she said before dashing off into the night. Jason chuckled watching her go, it was a pretty nice sight. 

Taking another moment to enjoy his view he then took off after her before taking another alley way out toward their apartment. 

After all his was a race and he wasn’t about to lose. 

Especially when he knew what he wanted tonight. 

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Fictober 2019 // Day 1 // By: Rhuben

Prompt Number: #1, “It will be fun, trust me” Fandom: The Flash (DC TV) Rating: T Warning: None A/N: This will kind of, sort of, be a series based on the friendship around Eddie Thawne and my OC, Averey Moore. If I like some parts enough, I might even re-work them into my fics.

Eddie lowered his cup of coffee, steam spiraling out through the opening of the to-go lid. Sucking the leftover coffee from his top lip with his tongue, he pulled his attention from his computer screen to the girl sitting across from her in Joe's seat, glowering at him. In the moment, he would have actually preferred to have Captain Singh breathing down his neck.

"Oh, come on," Eddie said, resting his forearms on his desk. "It will be fun, trust me."

Averey pursed her lips, tilting her head to the side, her hazel eyes fixed on his. "Mate," she said, copying his seated position, "if you thought the idea of a charity auction was fun, you wouldn't be begging me to come with you."

"I'm not begging," Eddie replied, "I'm asking politely."

"Repeatedly."

"I've asked you twice."

"Three times." Averey lifted her arm from the table, lifting three fingers – each nail adorned with chipped black nail polish.

"I'd ask Iris," Eddie said, settling back in his seat, "but with Joe and Barry, she'd already be going."

"And I reckon you don't want to be a third wheel," Averey said, her expression softening. Sighing, she leaned back in Joe's seat, crossing her arms over her chest. Planting a foot against the edge of the desk, she started rocking back and forth in the chair, her gaze shifting towards the ceiling. "Yeah, reckon that wouldn't be much fun."

Eddie smiled to himself. If there was anyone else out there that understood what it was like to unintentionally be pushed out of a Barry-and-Iris situation with was Averey. They both knew it wasn't anything they were doing on purpose. You couldn't fight history and Barry and Iris had a lot of it.

"It'll be much more fun with you there," Eddie said, quickly jumping on her weakening resolve. He was a detective; it was his job to find little holes in conversations and exploit it. Even Joe had pointed out to him that people were better at talking themselves into things, then talking themselves out of it. "And you don't have to bid on anything."

"Not that I have the money to bid on anything, mate," Averey said with a snort. She then set her gaze on him, slowly smiling. "Though, I would love to win that puppy."

"Get in line," Eddie said with a laugh, "the dog is a big draw every year. Someone from the K9 unit always wins him. Or her."

Averey snapped her fingers. "Figures." She shrugged. "With all the bloody metas, reckon I wouldn't have any time to raise a dog, anyway, hey."

"There'll be good food," Eddie said, "and good music, and you can make fun of all the bad dancing." Averey gave him a pointed look, her lips lifting into a smile in the corners. "And me. You can make fun of me and my bad dancing."

"Man, I couldn't think of anything more fun," she said sarcastically, though with a laugh bubbling just under the surface so that her tone wobbled, "good food, and spending the night taking the piss out of you."

"I thought that'd be a good draw," Eddie said.

"You thought right," Averey chuckled. She slowly put her foot on the floor, scrutinizing him. "This isn't one of those situations where I'm pretending to be your girlfriend is it?"

Eddie shrugged. "Some of the younger beat cops will probably ask," he replied, "Why?"

"I don't pretend to date anyone," Averey replied. She lifted a hand fingers curled into her palm except for her thumb and pinky which she used to indicate back and forth between them. "Either it's real or not."

"And that's why I like you."

"No, it has nothing to do with my charming personality," Averey gave a toothy smile, fluttering her eyelashes. She then snorted in a self-deprecating way, using a hand to push her hair off her face. "You've arrested me three times now, I reckon, so that's bound to keep your numbers up." She gave him a double thumbs up and an over the top smile.

Eddie rolled his eyes, but still found himself chuckling. His reputation for keeping track of how many arrests he had under his belt had, admittedly, been blown out of proportion over the years. Yet, he couldn't deny that her name could be found repeatedly on it. It was even more surprising to find that someone he had previously arrested turned out to be one of his best friends. He couldn't have asked for a better one, after all, she was one of the only people who really knew what the list was all about.

"So, you'll come with me?" he asked.

"On one condition."

"Name it."

"You don't get aggro if I decide to spend the whole night with the puppy."

"Only if you promise not to get mad at me for the same thing."

[amomentsescape]

Family Bonds  (Cousin! Duncan Shepherd and Jim Mason)

Oneshot

Requested?: Yes

Warnings?: None

My first ever request and it accidentally got deleted in my messages. *sigh* HOWEVER, I hope you enjoy, and I want to apologize in advance because I’ve never written for House of Cards and The Tribes of Palos Verdes before. That’s why the characters may seem a bit OC in this. This also took a slightly different direction than I was expecting it to. I still hope you like it! @its-mikha

Duncan stood outside the closed door, his hand reaching out multiple times to knock. However, he always hesitated, slowly dropping his arm back down, only to reach up again and repeat the cycle.

Inside the room? His cousin; one of which, he has never been that close to. He was sent from California to DC, his mother hoping that there would be some freedom in relinquishing him to her brother.

Duncan, on the other hand, felt the complete opposite. Her only son is struggling to accept himself, and she thinks that sending him away is going to help him? That’s incredibly selfish.

He couldn’t help but to empathize a bit with Jim, knowing full well what it’s like to be hurt by your own family. 

He took a moment to listen, hoping to hear something, anything, from the guest room. But no sound was made. 

The silence worried Duncan more than the crying, or the hushed anger Jim had expressed in the previous days. In the quiet, his cousin could be up to anything. A drug addict will do anything to find the next high, and that exact concern is why Duncan found himself outside of Jim’s room in the first place.

He never once considered himself an emotional man, but there was something in his mind that pushed him to help

On the other side of the door, Jim sat numbly. He sadly rolled a bottle of pills in his hand, not even remembering where they came from. The same could be said for the other empty bottles that laid across the floor, having been untouched for days. 

He started to think about what Medina would have said if she saw him like this. A small tear made its way out of his eye as he thought of her, not even realizing he was still capable of crying. The only sources of water he’s had were from old bottles to help push the drugs down his throat faster.

God, it hurt. Every thing was painful to the point that Jim contemplated whether any of it was worth it.

He could vaguely remember screaming for his sister, watching her struggle against their mother as she reached out for him. She begged and pleaded to go with him, but it had been to no avail.

Jim threw the bottle against the window, sobbing into his dry hands.

Duncan took a couple steps away from the door, worried by the loud clatter that emitted from the room.

Annette quickly made her way up the stairs, stopping when she saw Duncan standing outside of Jim’s room.

“What was that?” she whispered, a bit uncomfortable from the sudden silence of the house.

Duncan didn’t say anything. He was frustrated with his “mom.” She hadn’t been anymore help than Jim’s mother, Sandy: only asking about Jim when there needed to be a break in a worn out conversation.

“Well?”

“I don’t know,” Duncan finally answered. 

He avoided her gaze as she went up to the door, knocking gently.

“Jim? Is everything okay?”

She suddenly heard shuffling, a gentle clatter of pills causing her concern.

Before she could even think, she opened the door, revealing a disheveled-looking Jim with several bottles in his hands.

Her mouth dropped slightly at the sight. 

“What are you doing?!” Annette shouted, anger spilling over.

Duncan pushed himself into the room, a slight protectiveness for the boy taking hold of him.

“I-I,” Jim started. His eyes widened as he realized that he had been caught doing exactly what he shouldn’t have been. 

The effect of the drugs still lingered in his body, making it difficult to think. He dropped the bottles on the ground and put his hands up to his face.

“Damn it, Jim! You were sent here to stop the drug addiction. But here you are, in my own house, using pills that you got from God knows where!”

She sighed loudly and placed her hand to the bridge of her nose.

“You’re useless,” she said quietly, walking out of the room before things worsened.

Duncan peered angrily as his mother’s form disappeared down the hall. He looked back over to Jim who was now crying loudly into his hands, standing between the collection of bottles he had dropped on the floor.

“She’s right,” he cried, wiping away tears that were only replaced by new ones.

Duncan shook his head, not knowing what to say.

“Look at me! I’m a wreck whose mother didn’t even want him! I don’t deserve to be here- I don’t deserve anything! Please... just go.”

He began to cry again, collapsing onto the floor.

Something took over Duncan as he kneeled before his cousin, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t say that about yourself,” he responded softly. “You have a problem, but it can be fixed. What your mother did isn’t your fault.”

Jim scoffed. “Everything I do is wrong. How do you fix someone like me?”

Duncan’s eyebrows furrowed a bit. 

Although they had never been that close growing up, there was still a caring instinct that overtook him. Jim deserved a good life, and by God, Duncan was going to help him achieve it.

“We’ll find a way. I promise. You’re going to live a long, happy life, Jim. And I’m going to be there with you every step of the way.”

Jim raised his head to meet Duncan’s eyes as if to question the validity of his statement. 

Duncan smiled a bit as he tightened his grip on the boy’s shoulder.

“You’re my family, Jim. We stick together.”

A tear fell along the forming smile on Jim’s face. He suddenly reached out and pulled Duncan into a hug, gripping tightly.

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” he cried into his shoulder.

Duncan simply hugged back, silently promising a bright future ahead.

[maealbert]

The Liaison // Exes

AU Characters: Team x OC

A/N: It’s a long part. And for some reason my links to the master list and the liaison won’t hyperlink so below they are there below. http://itsmeedee.tumblr.com/masterlist http://itsmeedee.tumblr.com/post/174630659624/the-liaison-series-oc

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Lucy stopped the car in front of the girls’ school and turned the engine off. “Are you okay?” Julianne asks as she unbuckles her seat belt.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Lucy says.

“What do I do if I see Aaron?” She says.

“You call the police and then call me, okay? If I don’t answer than you need to call the rest of the team until you find me, alright? But I don’t want you to worry. He doesn’t want you, he wants me. He won’t touch you. I promise.” Lucy leans over to give Julianne a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll be here after school to pick you and Vivien up.”

“Mom--” Julianne caught herself. “Sorry…”

“It’s okay.” Lucy says giving her a small smile.

“Have you heard anything from the social worker yet?”

Lucy shook her head. “No, not yet.”

“I hope she doesn’t find family,” Julianne says as she takes Vivien out of her car seat. “I like it here.”

“Me too!” Vivien chimes in making Lucy smile even bigger.

“I’ll be here at three to pick you both up and then I’m gonna have to bring you both with me to the office. I haven’t found a nanny yet.”

“Okay!” Julianne says as she closes the back door. “See you then!” Lucy watches Julianne as she and Vivien make their way up to the doors of the school.

____________________

“You’re late.” Barnes says as she pushes off the wall of the hallway and following Lucy into her office.

“Sorry?” Lucy says as she sets her go-bag underneath her desk and draping her jacket over her chair. “I called Emily.”

“Emily isn’t the only one you need to be checking in with.”

“I’m ten minutes late, Barnes. Take a chill pill.”

“Don’t talk to me like that.”

Lucy furrows her eyebrows at Barnes. “Are you okay?”

Barnes huffed as she fixed her jacket. “I’m fine.”

“Well then do you mind hopping off my back? I had things to take care of before I came in.”

“What things?” Barnes questions.

Lucy sighs as she sits down at her desk. “Emily’s the only one that knows…”

“Is it bad?” Barnes says as she sits down across from Lucy.

“No, no! Just… Unexpected per say..”

“Okay, enough questions, tell me.”

Lucy lets out a deep breath as she organized some of her case files. Telling Barnes could either make or break the calm atmosphere in the room. Should she tell Barnes? I mean, she’ll figure it out when she brings the girls with her to the office after school. So tell her now or let her find out in due time? “Spencer and I are fostering a couple girls from San Diego. Child services hasn’t found any family yet.”

“No offense, but why you two? Don’t they have child services out there?”

“Well of course, but I guess since I was the girls’ last contact, they thought sticking them with us would be a good fit until family was found.”

“And if there isn’t? Will they go into the system?”

“Gosh I hope not.” Lucy says shaking her head. “I hate the system.. Spencer and I are thinking of adopting them if the need arises.”

“Even with your little one on the way? Are you two ready for this? It’s a big step.”

Lucy nods her head. “The girls love it here already.” A smile spreads across Barnes’ face. “Why do I get this feeling I won’t have job anymore?”

Barnes’ smile disappeared. “Is that really what you all think of me?” Lucy shrugs her shoulders. “I’m genuinely happy for you two. Sure I haven’t shown it in the past, but children can be blessings in disguise.” Her cell starts to ring and she pulls it out. “Duty calls. Let me know if you ever need anything.”

Lucy nods her head before digging into her work.

________________________

Parking her car in front of the school, she sees no kids waiting on the steps. Turning the car off and walking into the school she heads to the office to find the secretary still there. “Agent De Luca.”

“Hey, Mrs. Lofkey. I’m here to get Julianne and Vivien.”

“Yes of course, I’ll call them down.”

A few minutes later both girls arrive at the office. “Hey, I’m sorry I’m late. Traffic was backed up due to an accident. Are you ready?”

“Is daddy going to be at the office?” Vivien asks.

“Viv…” Julianne says nudging her side.

“It’s alright.” Lucy says as she bends down to Vivien’s level. “And yes, he is. He’s so excited to see you two.”

“Well let’s go then!” Vivien says grabbing Lucy’s hand and tugging her out of the office.

“Have a good weekend girls!” Mrs. Lofkey calls from behind her desk.

“You too!” Lucy calls back as Vivien continues tugging her down the hall.

____________

“Daddy!” Vivien shouts as she runs through the bullpen to Spencer’s desk. He spins around with a giant smile on his face and picks her up for a hug.

“I’m so happy to see you two!” He says pulling Julianne in for a hug. “How was school?”

“Meh..” Julianne says shrugging her shoulders.

“Well I had fun!” Vivien exclaims. “We colored pumpkins for Halloween and we cut out bats to hang from the classroom ceiling! Oh! We even went outside and played on the playground. It was so much fun today.”

Lucy could notice the team getting intrigued with a little confusion on their faces. JJ was the first to get up from her desk. “Are those the girls from San Diego?” She asks.

Lucy nods her head as she continues watching Vivien talking about her day to Spencer. “Child services thought that since I was their last contact, Spencer and I would be a good fit for them until family is found for them.”

“Is that why you were late this morning and left for a “late” lunch?”

Lucy nods her head again but then she notices Julianne. She was looking down at her feet, her hands dug into her pockets. Excusing herself from JJ, she heads over to Julianne and lifts her to head only to find tears falling down her cheeks. “What’s wrong?” Lucy asks wiping her tears away. “Was school rough today?”

Julianne nods her head as she wipes fresh tears today. “I failed my math test…. I hardly knew what was going on because of us joining late.”

“Can you make it over?”

“Yes,” Julianne says as she sniffles. “But I don’t want to take it over. I have no idea how to do any of it.”

“Well I’m sure Spencer would love help you study.” Lucy says pushing Julianne’s hair behind her ear. “It’s just one test. Don’t stress yourself out over it.”

“I’m not stresses over the test. I just don’t understand it.”

“You looked stressed. Is something else bothering you?”

“No..”

Lucy wasn’t convinced so she brought her into her office. “Jules… What is going on?”

“I hate that school!” Julianne exclaims.

“There we are..” Lucy says as she sits down on the couch ready to welcome any anger Julianne has. “I don’t fit in! Everyone keeps calling me Hollywood, but I’m not from Hollywood. I’m from San Diego. And then there’s these girls.. They make fun of everything I do. What I wear. How I look. No one wants to be my friend because my parents are dead and I’m in the system. They all think I’m some bad kid or something. I’m not! I haven’t done anything, I mind my own business, I don’t bother anyone, I’m always nice to them but even that doesn’t work.”

“In time, things will cool down. You’ve only been there for three days.”

“It’s like everyone is stuck up over here. Just because your parents are diplomats doesn’t make you better than the rest of us.”

“Did you tell them we were FBI agents?”

Julianne nods their head. “But they didn’t believe me.”

“Well I know that Career day is coming up next week. Do you want the team to come in? We’re all family here. So if you take me or Spencer, you take all of us.”

“Really? You guys would do that?”

Lucy nods her head. “Of course we would! It’d be fun to see their faces when the truth hits them.”

“Something tells me you were bullied in school too.” Julianne says. “You seem determined.”

Lucy nods her head. “I was always known as Skippy. Always skipping to city after city when my father gets transferred.”

“Was it bad?”

“Well sometimes.. They too thought they were better. Especially when we moved here to DC. They all knew my dad was a Marine but they always thought Diplomats were better and cooler. I remember my senior year of high school and it was Job Fair day. I didn’t know what I wanted to do until I met David Rossi.”

“David Rossi? You mean that Italian agent on your team?”

Lucy nods her head. “He was there for the FBI. Although he was retired, he went because he was asked by Jason Gideon.”

“Is he another agent in the team?”

“Retired to put it lightly.” Lucy says. “Gideon and Rossi were both there and I sat in on their little seminar. I was so intrigued by the FBI that I first studied at Georgetown and then joined the Academy. The girls who made fun of me in high school were stuck going to an Ivy league college and becoming lawyers. Guess who’s better now?”

“So what you’re saying is.. Become an FBI agent and you’ll be better than the bullies.”

“Not exactly…” Lucy says laughing. “What I was getting at was that in time you’ll rise up above the bullies whether you become an agent or a diplomat, a Marine or anything that makes you happy. As long as you’re happy, that’s all matters. That’s what made me better. I went for something that makes me happy. Sure it has its dark days but you’re always more happy saving people.”

“Do you think dad would help me with my work?”

“Yes, of course he would.” Lucy says.

A knock comes on the door and Spencer pokes his head inside the office. “Are we all good in here?” He asks. Julianne nods her head as she stands up from the couch. “Can you help me study tonight after dinner?”

“Yeah sure!” Spencer says as he sets Vivien on the ground. “I can help you study some now, actually. Vivien wants to hang with Emily and I’m just about done with my case files.”

Vivien gasps as she runs down the hall following after Emily. “Auntie Em! Auntie Em!” She calls. Emily turns around, a smile instantly spreading across her face.

“Hey Viv! Want to help me copy papers?”

“Yeah!”

“Well while you two study, I’m going to head outside and get some air.” Lucy says as she gets off the couch.

“Are you okay?” Spencer asks.

“Yeah, yeah. I just want to clear my head before diving back into more paperwork.”

“Okay,” Spencer says giving her a kiss. “Hurry back. There’s supposed to be a cold front through soon so the wind might be picking up.”

“I won’t be too long.” Lucy says. Grabbing her jacket she closes the door behind her and heads for the elevator. Stepping outside, she could already feel the wind as it blew past. Zipping up her jacket, she walks over to the fountain and pulls out her phone. Just as she did, a number popped up. A number from San Diego. It must be the social worker. “Hello?”

“Lucy?” She hears the social worker.

“So the judge called me back about the girls. Since no family has been located, she is handing over custody to you and Spencer.”

“But I thought we had until the end of the month? That’s what the email said..”

“Well she’s changed her mind. I’ll be in the city on Friday and we have to meet with the family court judge to sign over custody to you and Spencer.”

“Oh boy.. This is…”

“A lot?”

“Yes..but very exciting. The girls are loving it here and I think they’ll be thrilled. Vivien is already calling us ‘mom’ and ‘dad’,” Lucy says giggling. “But thanks for the call. I’ll fill in Spencer and then we’ll tell the girls. What time do we need to be there on Friday?”

“By eight o’clock and no later. That way the girls can still be in school for the rest of the day and you can make it to work.”

“Alright, we’ll be there.”

“Great! Talk you then! Bye!”

As Lucy hung up, she was about to send Spencer a text when a hand wrapped around her mouth pulling her backwards. Her phone fell from her hands and collided on the ground, the screen already cracking. Spencer looked at his watch as he paced back and forth outside of Lucy’s office. It’s been an hour and she hasn’t come back in yet. Sighing he pulls out his phone and dials her number. Instantly it went to voicemail. “Hey, you’ve reached Special Agent Lucy De Luca. Sorry I couldn’t answer your call but if you leave a detailed message and your name, I’ll be sure to get back to you as soon as I can!” He heard the beep and hung up.

“Hey, where’s Luce?” Emily asks as she walks up with Vivien. “I was hoping she would be back already. I have some things to go over with her.”

“She might still outside..” Spencer sighs. “But she isn’t answering my calls which is odd.” Then it clicked in his head. Aaron. “Can you keep an eye on the girls?” He says before rushing to the elevator.

“Spence, what’s going on?”

“If I’m correct, we have a repeat of JJ’s abduction.”

Emily immediately picked up Vivien and rushed her to the office. Calling over Julianne, she brings them into her office. “Is everything okay?” Julianne asks.

“You two need to stay here. Do not leave this room until I tell you to.”

“Where’s dad going?” Vivien asks.

“Is mom okay?” Julianne says. “Where is she?”

“He’s going to get her right now.”

“Is she okay? What’s going on?”

“Right now, I don’t know. Just stay here and don’t leave.” Emily says before leaving her office and locking the door behind her. She knocks on Rossi’s office before gathering the others into the briefing room. Once everyone had gathered and asked their questions, Emily took in a deep breath. “Lucy’s missing.” She says.

“What?!” The team exclaimed simultaneously. “What do you mean missing?” JJ asks.

“Where’s Spencer?” Garcia asks.

“He already went down to look for her.”

Suddenly her phone rings and she sees Spencer calling her. “Did find anything?”

“I found her phone by the fountain. Screen is completely cracked.” He looks around the courtyard. He sees something lying by the doors leading into the parking garage. Running over to the object he sees her credentials laying on the ground. “Whoever took her, left her creds.” He pushes open the door and steps into the parking garage. “I’m gonna have to call you back.” He says before hanging up.

“Alvez-”

“Already on it.” He says pulling JJ with him.

Making his way through the bottom level of the garage he spots small red dots on the ground. Blood. “It might not be hers.” He says to himself. But then he noticed more traces of blood leading towards her parking spot. Gone. Her car is gone. He runs his hand through his hair as he puts his gun away.

“Reid!” He hears JJ call.

“There’s a track of blood leading to her parking spot.” He explains. “We won’t know if it’s her blood until we have the lab analyze it.”

“Whoever took her, took her car to make it look like she left.”

“But why drop her creds?” Spencer says. “And her phone..” Spencer snaps his fingers. “Her car has a tracker. Being a newer model and all, Garcia can hack into the GPS system and find where she could be.”

“I’ll get her right on it.” JJ says as she pulls out her phone. Dialing Garcia’s number, she started to get flashbacks of her abduction. This exact same thing happened to her five years ago. No.. It wasn’t time to think about that. Shaking her head she presses the call button. “Garcia.. I need you to do something…”

__________________

Opening her eyes, her vision still blurry, she finds herself tied to a chair in a room she didn’t recognize. She could taste blood in her mouth. Looking down she notices a patch of blood on her white button up. She hears the door open behind her. A hand rests on her shoulder making her flinch. “Relax, Lucy.” That voice. The voice that gave her nightmares for months. Gritting her teeth, she clenches her fists into tight balls. “I didn’t want it to come down to this.” He says.

“What do you want, Aaron?”

“Revenge, Lucy. I wasted nearly ten years of my life in jail because of you.”

“I did what I had to do to protect myself from you.”

“Protect yourself? Why ever would you do that?”

“You know why, Aaron.”

“Please remind me.”

“Aaron, you know what you did.”

“I know.. I’m just fucking with you.” He says patting her shoulders. He walks over to stand in front of her. “You put quite a fight for not knowing who it was.” He bends to examine her forehead. “I was worried that maybe Ryder cut you too deep. Nothing that stitches couldn’t fix.”

“Let me go, please.”

“Not until I get what I want.”

“What would that be? You already took my virginity, my security, my thoughts.. What more could you possibly want?”

Aaron leans on the arms of the chairs. His face only inches from Lucy’s. “Your life..”

_________________

Julianne paced back and forth in Emily’s office. Where was Spencer? And Lucy? What was going on? Was it a case? A bad one? Vivien climbed off of the couch and walked over to the window. Huffing she rested her head on her arms. Garcia’s fingers raced over the keyboard of her laptop as she kept trying to hack into the GPS system of Lucy’s phone. “Anything?” Spencer says as he leans over her shoulder.

“You asked me that ten minutes ago.”

“Sorry…” Suddenly her laptop dinged and Spencer jumped back over.

“It’s just an email.”

Spencer slumps back down into his chair. “I can’t just sit here doing nothing.”

“You heard Emily.”

“I wish I didn’t. That’s my fiance out there. I have to do something.”

“You want to do something?” Garcia says standing up from her chair and walking to him. She pulls him out his chair and pushes him towards the door. “Go be with your kids. They’re probably freaked out.” Spencer nods his head and goes over to Emily’s office. He unlocks the door and steps inside immediately being hugged by Vivien.

“Daddy, where’s mommy?” Instantly his eyes went to Julianne.

“Is she in trouble?” Julianne asks. “Can I help?”

“I’m going to be taking you two home. Get your homework done while I cook dinner.” He says hoisting Vivien up onto his hip.

“So we’re just going to act like nothing’s going on? Where’s mom?” Julianne says.

“Don’t do this, not here.”

“No!” Julianne says stomping her foot. “Stop pretending around me! I’m not Vivien. I don’t need my feelings spared. “I went through this once, don’t make me go through it again.”

Spencer sighs. “I’ll explain it to you later. Okay? Right now I need to get you two home.” They had arrived at the apartment right as Garcia tracked down Lucy’s SUV. The team waste any time to go get it. Turning off the sirens, Emily jumps out of the vehicle before Matt even had it in park. Rushing up to the SUV she peers inside. She grabs the handle and pulls open the door. The keys were left in the ignition. Luke opened the back door and froze as he stared at the blood stains on the back seat.

“Why would they abandon the car?” Emily says. “Why do people abandon cars?!” She shouts slamming the driver door shut.

“Garcia,” JJ said as she walked away from the SUV. “I need you to do me a favor.”

“My fingers are ready. What do you need?”

“What buildings are about five hundred meters around the location of the car?”

“Let me look..” Garcia says as she pulls up a map on her computer. “There’s three active buildings and two abandoned buildings.”

“What are the actives?”

“A phone company, a preschool, and a church.”

“And the abandoned?”

“A former shipping company and an apartment complex.”

“Send me the addresses for the complex and shipping company.”

“Already sent.”

“Thanks, P,” JJ says before hanging up and going over to Emily. “Garcia found two abandoned buildings. An apartment complex and a shipping company.”

“We split up.” Emily says. “Matt, JJ, Luke, take the apartment complex. Rossi, Tara and myself will take the shipping company. I want her found.”

As the team split up to cover both buildings, Emily deployed SWAT teams to each group. Kicking in the entrance door of the apartment complex, Matt steps through first immediately clearing the lobby. He signals to each agent to take separate floors with a couple SWAT members. As each floor was cleared, they radioed over to Emily and the others. “Building’s clear. No sign of Lucy or any living being at all.” Luke says as he nudges a dead rat with the toe of his boot. “What about you guys?”

“We just got in. So far no sign. We may need back up though. It’s a pretty big building.” Emily responded. Luke nodded his head to the others and they made their way to the shipping company.

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“Please… Let me go..” Lucy says. Her eyes drooped, her head was growing heavier and heavier to hold up. Through the blurriness of her vision, she could see him hooking up wires to a machine. Suddenly she was pulled up out of the chair. As one man held her up, another handcuffed her to a dangling chain. From the stories she heard from JJ’s abduction, it was becoming more and more clearer to her. “No… Aaron…. Please..”

“This is what happened to me while I was locked away.”

“Aaron, please… I’m pregnant… Don’t do this..”

Julianne peered into the living room. Spencer was sitting on the couch reading a children’s book to Vivien. Going back into their bedroom, she slips on her hoodie and her shoes. Turning the ringer off on her phone, she slips it into the pocket of her jeans before opening the bedroom window. Climbing out the window she shuts it behind her and quickly runs off to the bus stop just in time for the bus to arrive. When the bus reached the place she needed to be, she walked off the bus and pulled out her phone. She had sent the addresses to her phone from Spencer’s. Garcia had sent him the two locations the team was at. Pulling open the back door, she steps inside. Making her way to through the building she starts to hear shouting and gun fire. Peering through a doorway she sees the team hiding behind metal shelves shooting at people in front of them.

Lucy’s muffled cries filled the room as he kept pouring water over her cloth covered face. “Since I can’t shock you, this will have to do.” As the bucket emptied, she threw her head forward gasping for air.

She could see another doorway to the side of the warehouse leading to a hallway. Running through the warehouse along the back wall, she dodges the gunfire. Emily could see a dark figure running towards the doorway. She peers around the shelf and notices Julianne’s white sneakers. “Matt! Cover me!” Emily says as she makes her way towards the door.

Julianne could hear voices down the hallway until she heard someone yell hers. She turned around to see Emily running towards the door, Matt right behind her shooting in the other direction. “What are you doing here?” Emily says pulling Julianne out of view of the warehouse. “Does Spencer know you’re here?”

“No,” Julianne says shaking her head. “I snuck out.”

“Julianne, you can’t be here!”

“Well I’m tired of standing around doing nothing! I will not lose another mom!” Julianne shouts as she pulls her hand away from Emily. She runs down the hallway towards the voices she heard just a few minutes ago.

“No more..” She hears Lucy’s raspy voice. “Please..”

“It’s time for the big finale.” She knew that voice. Aaron.

“Julianne..” Emily pulled Julianne away from the room. “You need to leave.”

“I’m not leaving with my mother.”

“Julianne, you’re thirteen. You can’t be doing this.”

“You don’t make the decisions for me.” Julianne says as she pushes Emily away. Stepping into the room, she sees Lucy upright, still hanging by her wrists. Soon she sees Aaron. “Stay away from my mother!” She shouts pushing the water bucket into Aaron’s face.

“You..” Aaron growls as he starts to run for Julianne. Lucy, with all the strength that she had left, pulled her legs up in the air and kicking Aaron away from Julianne. Emily pulled on the chains lowering Lucy to the ground as Matt goes over to Aaron to handcuff him.

“Mom!” Julianne exclaims as she runs over to Lucy.

“Jules? What are you doing here?” Lucy says as she looks up at Julianne. “How did you get here?”

“I’m sorry, you can yell at me later. But I couldn’t just sit around doing nothing but worry. I couldn’t lose you too.” Julianne says as she follows Lucy and Emily out of the room.

“Does your father know?”

“Well no.. I snuck out. If he knew, he’d be here too.”

“I am.” Julianne turns around to see Spencer. His arms folded over his chest. “Gosh, I had to bother Will and ask him to watch Vivien while I went out to look for you.”

“How did you know I was here?”

“After what you said back at the office? It gave me an idea of where to start and then maybe I’d check out the movie theater.”

“I’m sorry--”

“You could have been hurt!” Spencer exclaimed making her flinch. He stops when he notices that he scared her. “Jules.. I didn’t--”

“All I wanted to do was help.” She says before running off.

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