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The Mechanism and Significance of Crane Booms in Small Hydra Cranes

In the dynamic world of heavy lifting and construction, Hydra Cranes stand out as versatile workhorses, capable of maneuvering through complex job sites with ease. At the heart of their efficiency lies a crucial component—the crane boom. This article delves into the mechanism of Hydra crane small boom length, specifically those with smaller boom lengths, and highlights the profound impact and importance of the crane boom in these compact yet powerful machines.

Understanding Hydra Crane Mechanism:

A Hydra Crane, also known as a hydraulic crane, operates on the principles of hydraulic power. This mechanism utilizes hydraulic fluid to generate the force needed for lifting heavy loads. The key components of a Hydra Crane include the hydraulic pump, hydraulic cylinder, hydraulic control valves, and, of course, the crane boom.

Crane Boom: The Extending Arm of Power:

The crane boom is the defining feature of a Hydra Crane, serving as its extending arm. It consists of a series of tubes or sections that can be extended or retracted to adjust the reach and height of the crane. The versatility of a Hydra crane small boom length lies in the mobility and flexibility provided by this pivotal component.

Impact and Importance of Small Boom Length in Hydra Cranes:

Maneuverability in Confined Spaces: The significance of a small boom length in a Hydra Crane becomes evident in its ability to navigate through tight and confined spaces. Construction sites often present challenges with limited space, and a Small Hydra crane boom can operate efficiently in such environments, reaching areas where larger cranes may struggle to fit.

Precision in Load Placement: The small boom length in Hydra Cranes allows for precision in load placement. This is particularly crucial in tasks that demand accuracy, such as placing heavy machinery or materials at specific locations on a construction site. The controlled and targeted lifting capability ensures that the load is placed exactly where it is needed, reducing the margin for error.

Versatility in Urban Settings: In urban landscapes where space constraints are a constant challenge, small Hydra Cranes booms become indispensable. These cranes can operate in close proximity to existing structures, making them ideal for tasks such as building maintenance, installation of equipment on rooftops, or lifting materials in urban construction projects.

Ease of Transportation: The impact of a small boom in a Hydra Crane extends to logistical considerations. The compact size allows for ease of transportation, making it more cost-effective and efficient to move the crane between job sites. This flexibility is especially beneficial for projects that require the crane to be deployed across multiple locations.

Safety and Stability: The size of the crane boom directly influences the stability of the Hydra crane small boom length during lifting operations. Smaller boom lengths contribute to a lower center of gravity, enhancing the crane's stability. This is crucial for ensuring safe lifting practices, minimizing the risk of accidents, and providing operators with better control over the crane's movements.

Hydra Crane Applications:

Construction Sites: Small Hydra Cranes Boom find extensive use on construction sites, where the ability to navigate tight spaces and lift loads with precision is paramount. From erecting steel structures to placing building materials, these cranes play a vital role in construction projects of varying scales.

Maintenance Projects: In industrial settings or facilities with existing structures, Hydra Cranes with small boom lengths are valuable for maintenance tasks. They can access elevated areas for repairs or installations, contributing to the overall upkeep of the infrastructure.

Urban Development: The versatility of small Hydra Cranes boom makes them instrumental in urban development projects. Whether it's lifting materials for high-rise construction or placing equipment in urban spaces, these cranes offer a practical solution for the challenges posed by city environments.

Conclusion:

The mechanism of a Hydra crane small boom length, coupled with the impact of a small boom length, exemplifies the efficiency and adaptability of these machines in various industries. From navigating confined spaces to ensuring precision in load placement, the importance of the crane boom cannot be overstated. Small Hydra Cranes, with their compact booms, stand as exemplars of versatility, providing solutions to complex lifting tasks while maintaining a focus on safety and efficiency. As technology continues to advance, these machines will undoubtedly play an increasingly vital role in shaping the future of heavy lifting and construction.

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The Chase

Summary// "we had a deal, my dove. You promised."

AU// WinterSoldier!Bucky x F!Reader

Warnings// chasing kink, unprotected sex, smut, a yank to the hair, cursing, use of petnames- dove, dovey

Note// I think I'm a little rusty, but I'm also beyond tired rn so it could also be that ehsudienaua. This is a part two to the Black Mail fic I did for kinktober many moons ago

"Who is he?" He was everywhere. His gruff voice echoing through the trees, surrounding you as you frantically looked around. Trying to find a way out of this situation. "I don't share, dove."

He was right behind you, your legs working before your mind to carry you in the opposite direction. Lungs burning from the cold night air as his dark chuckle faded in the distance.

But, he was quick and quiet. Moving just as fast as you could look over your shoulder before slamming into what could only be described as a wall of pure muscle, sending you falling back onto the leaf covered ground.

"Please- James, please. I'm sorry." You pleaded, tears stinging your eyes as he stood over you. The same mask Hydra forced him to wear covering the lower portion of his face.

He kneeled down, denim blues dark with something you couldn't place. "I won't ask again. Who. Is. He."

"Your way out! Please, just let me go. I still have a week!" The metal of his left hand gleamed in the moonlight as he reached his hand out to grasp your chin. Pupils blown and touch gentle.

"I'll give you a headstart. You have three minutes, dovey." You just stared at him wide eyed, chest heaving and heart hammering against your ribcage. "Run."

As if on instinct, you scrambled to your feet, trying to find your footing to dart back into the darkness the trees provided.

You knew you couldn't go much longer, your aching muscles sending pains through your legs each time your feet would hit the ground. There was no use in running anyways, he'd always win.

"We had a deal, my dove. You promised." You swore you could hear the grit of his teeth when you'd stopped, so close to giving in as you leaned your forehead against the rough bark of a nearby tree. Fingers curving against the wood. "You're just like them."

"No, I'm not." You heaved, trying to take a moment to catch your breath.

"I saw you with him at that diner. You're suppose to be mine."

His voice was getting closer, making you bite down on the inside of your cheeks to take some of the attention away from the burning in your legs before taking off again.

Though, you didn't make it far before fingers curled in the back of your hair. Crying out when he barely yanked to make you stop.

"I was doing what I was told. You want out, I have to find someone who can do that." You tried to reason, words not coming easy from the way he had your head craned back. His warm right arm snaking around your waist to pull you against him.

"Lies." He seethed, calloused fingers slipping under your shirt. "I've dreamt of you. Craved you. Now I finally have you again. I've been so cold without you my sweet dove."

Your body gave in the moment nimble fingers flicked the button of your pants open.

There was something twisted inside of you that liked the chase, the constant looming feeling you'd had over the weeks since you'd last seen him- like he was just lying in wait for the right moment.

It was hard to think of much else than the last time you'd saw him. The drag of his fingers against your skin, the way his lips seared kisses to your throat- much like now, cold and warm hands dragging against your sides as your fingers worked at the tactical belt that kept you from what you were truly after.

The ground freezing against your bare back not slowing you from getting what you craved.

It seemed to take ages for James to notice your struggle, his hands replacing your own to easily pull open the buckle as yours went to unclip the mask. Carelessly tossing it into the leaves to pull his lips to yours.

The hunger behind his kiss fueled you, your fingers weaving through his long locks and legs going around his waist to pull him closer. Swallowing breaths and quiet grunts as his hand fumbled to grasp his shaft.

The shudder that rolled through your body as he pressed into you was enough to send your mind reeling, everything else around you fading away and your senses overwhelmed by only him as he found his pace. Short, hard thrusts rocking your body- sending shocks of pure pleasure shooting down your legs.

You'd missed how full he made you feel. An emptiness left behind in his absence, his touch electric as he groped at your chest and left sloppy kisses along your throat. Deep moans vibrating against the skin, mixing with your whines in the cold night air.

"Can feel you milking me, dovey. Make a mess, show me who I belong to." James panted, drinking in the pleasure drunk scrunch of your face as your legs tightened around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer.

Wedging his arm under you for a better angle, he didn't change his pace. Taking the opportunity to slot his lips over yours when you cried out in bliss, swallowing the sultry sound as your cunt clamped around him. His hips jerked forward at the feeling, the swirling sensation at his base building until he couldn't take it anymore- spilling into you with a huffed grunt.

The warmth of his body was quickly replaced with the night air, goosebumps prickling your skin as you whined in response. The dull ring in your ears making it hard to focus as you found your jeans to redress.

"One more week, dove. Better hurry."

[deathbyathousandspiders]

HELL–BOUND. ₁

mcu!peter parker | zombie–apocalypse au. CHAPTER ONE.

IN WHICH you’re the last hope to saving the world from HYDRA’s destructive zombie outbreak.

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“You were born for this.” The words were tattooed on your existence, handwritten on your destiny. “We made you for this.” And your fate was embroidered with such words, such purpose, even as your footsteps echoed on the ashes of humanity. The last remaining remnants that society existed were crushed beneath your leather boots, and broken along the cracking pavement. 

It had been four weeks since the outbreak. Four weeks since you’d been kidnapped by HYDRA; since you’d been separated from the avengers, since the death of Steve Rogers and since the downfall of America. The rest of the world was slowly catching flame with the fire that HYDRA started, withering away at the mercy of people who were stupid enough to try and fly out to salvation. 

But this virus wasn’t a disease, it was a creation. These infected people weren’t able to be cured, they needed to be stopped. And the only person who could stop it kept trekking on the pavement, white knuckles on a gun and a backpack. 

The fate of the world rested in that backpack, in your brain, in your blood. And you didn’t even give yourself time to process. You'd been running for days.

Natasha’s words still rang through your head like some kind of broken record, a senseless beacon of hope you tried to make some sense of. She’d come to free you, to inform you of the state world currently laid in. “If we get separated, I’ll find you.” She’d used the gravest tone you’d ever heard her muster. “And if you get lost, meet me in Massachusetts.��

You never would’ve thought that she’d be the one to get lost. To sacrifice herself just to get you out, and you knew why. You also knew you’d find her. You had to, needed to, or she’d find you. You’d find each other. Somehow, someway, soon, you'd be reunited. It was only a matter of time. 

But that was a week ago. 

Thank God you made it out, yet you were anything but hopeful. You could tell this was only the beginning. The start of something gut—wrenchingly inhumane. You were nearly out of New York, trekking on foot to Massachusetts like she’d told you to. Driving would put you at too much risk right now, especially when trying to journey alone. This helped you to better navigate your surroundings. 

Hearing the low glottaled groan of an infected, you craned your head in the direction. They were stuck beside a tree, webs restraining them to the trunk and their body deteriorating as the hours passed. The stench of their corpsing complexion alone was lethal. Still, you knew what you had to do. 

Aiming your gun, you kept your distance. Loading, squinting an eye, and firing like HYDRA was right all along: you were born for this. You made a clean shot, putting the victim out of their misery and continuing to trek along the ruins of a road. 

Until you heard a twig snap behind you. 

Your instincts were too fast as you loaded and aimed your gun once again, turning on your heel behind you to find yourself staring at a familiar face. Your eyes widened, lowering your gun only a little. 

“Peter Parker?” It was the first time you’d spoken in days. The words felt wrong on your tongue, and seeing him was something you weren’t sure what to make of. 

He looked older, matured, aged. Aged by the things he had to endure when the world ended; matured by the things he had to do to protect people, to witness the losses he did. He was older, in experience, in life, and in the days he knew were numbered. 

His hands were raised, but his eyes told you that he knew you wouldn’t shoot him. You were classmates, after all. Teammates, Avengers. Something more. You should’ve felt relief to have seen him, and part of you did. But the other part of you drove the actions that led you to put your gun in its holster at your hip and pace towards him. Peter stayed where he was as you slapped him across the face. Your blood boiled with rage. 

And he just let it. 

“This is your fault!” You spat at him, fighting the urges to punch him, to hug him, but even you knew that anger would get you nowhere; even you knew a huge part of you was undeniably grateful to see him alive. Unharmed. 

His jaw clenched and he’d finally averted his eye contact. Peter knew you were right, even as outlandish as the accusation was. “Y/N, please..” His voice was softer than you remembered it being, perhaps because of how apologetic his tone was. It almost thawed your anger. It almost reminded you that perhaps things weren’t as grim as you’d begun to believe. You couldn’t let it, though. 

Your fist raised to throw a punch. A roar far off in the distance ceased your actions. Your whole body froze, and Peter’s did, too. Cold blood and a trembling fist to your side, and you looked to Peter for a directive out of this. 

He grabbed your hand without hesitation, leading you into the forest beside you. Not a word was said. You were silent, invisible to your surroundings. Cutting through overgrown greenery, and stepping over fallen branches and knee–high grass. Peter led you past trees and bushes, over rotting bodies and patches of dry dirt, until you got to a twenty foot gate randomly placed in the middle of it. 

Like procedure, he placed his thumb on a touch screen and the gate opened, programmed to only open up a crack so he could squeeze through, and thus you behind him. The gate closed less than a second after you were through it, and just beyond it was a bolted door. 

Peter dropped your hand, unlocking the door and helping you inside. This must have been where he’d been resigning since the last time you saw him. He, too, had been taken by HYDRA when you were. He, too, had been worked and experimented on, just the same as you. And he, too, wasn’t a stranger to the way the two of you led the world to its demise. 

Did he know the part he played in all of this, though? Truly?

Silence reigned over the two of you as you calmed down, and Peter led you through the bunker he had been living in. There were walls of canned food, loads of weapons, working technology, and piles of papers. He’d been writing, documenting. 

Perhaps, he’d been alone. 

Peter was the first to break the silence. “Are you hungry?” He’d noticed you staring. “Cold? Want a change of clothes?” Even when the world had gone to shit, he still knew how to be a good host. Even when he knew you were upset with him, he knew how to make you feel comfortable. Seen. 

It took you back to moments before everything happened. Before everything changed. It brought back memories of a world you now only knew in slumber, things almost too painful to think about in waking moments. 

Taking a breath, you turned to face him. “Are you living here alone?” You ignored his questions. Typical. The query ached in your throat, you had to ask it. “Are there– umm.. Are there any of us left besides–”

“This is Natasha’s place.” He knew who you were trying to ask about. You watched the way he turned on a heater in the middle of the room. How his shoulders hung lower the deeper in thought he got, how many seconds were in between his answer and the realization that it might just be the three of you left. “I don’t know who’s left. Besides you and me, and Nat.”

And that’s when you realized the part she was playing in this; she had been protecting Peter, the same way that she’d been protecting you. The two of you were merely kids, after all. Clinging to the hope of getting back to a world where you could get college degrees, and they would mean something. 

You walked further into the room, following the warmth as it poured into the space. “When was the last time you saw her?” The rage you’d felt towards Peter just moments prior had already begun to thaw, already losing sight on where the anger came from. You were more focused, more worried, about Nat right now.

He sat down on a chair in the space, tapping his finger on the arm of it and bouncing his leg as he pondered. “The last I saw her, she was on her way to get you.”

That realization made your heart stop. Your feet glued to the floor, and your whole body froze. It seemed like Peter’s body caught whatever sensation of panic flooded yours. He froze, too. 

“Peter.. That was a week ago.” The words fell heavy from your lips, like the fate of the world was tied to them. And it was. 

He stared back at you, not daring to break the eye contact. Whether it was to provide comfort, or to better read your expression. “I know.” Even he understood the weight of this. The weight of whether Natasha was still alive, safe. Or worse. 

You looked at him, taking a breath. Realizing you were quick to your anger earlier, and realizing that maybe Peter didn’t know what role he played in this. Regret put you in a chokehold, the bitterness of death taking reign on the tension in the room. It stole any kind of wishful thinking you’d had, and made its dire presence known by sounding off in the ticking of a clock—hand. 

Grabbing your backpack, you went for the folder you’d kept inside. You fumbled to grab the papers, handing them over to Peter. “We need to find her.” 

A puzzled look danced across his face in the light. He wasn’t entirely sure what you were getting at, or what you handed him, which meant you were right. He had no idea what part he played in this. “We need to find her, and we need to get the fuck out of this continent.”

He looked through the papers, eyebrows pressing together as he processed the writings. “Y/N, what the fuck is this?”

“Did she tell you what our plan was?” You asked him, trying not to let your anxiety boil over. You needed to keep your composure. “Did she ever tell you what we need to do?”

“What the fuck.. What the fuck am I looking at?” He ignored your question. 

You looked at Peter and took a deep breath. Now wasn’t the time to panic, you knew it wasn’t. “Peter, I know how to stop this outbreak.”

Instantly, he met your eyes from where he sat, his entire expression changing the tone it directed at you. Misunderstanding morphed to confusion, curiosity. Hope. “How?” He forced the words out, needing to know the answer. 

“We need to find Natasha, and get to Wakanda.” You told him, hugging your knees closer to your chest. “When we get to Wakanda, they’ll know what to do.”

Peter wasn’t satisfied with that. “And then what? How does the world just go back to normal?” His questions were urgent, but not judgmental. He didn’t ask with a tone to attack you. In fact, the weight they gained told you he might’ve caught on to what you were about to say. “How do we cure these people?”

Anxiety ran a course through your system, gnawing at your insides and sending a chill down the length of your body. You stilled, minus the fidgeting of your fingers. Your breaths became trembled, and you procrastinated your answer. “We have to get me to Wakanda.. so that they can kill me.”

And the whole world went quiet. 

[aurumacadicus]

Don't forget, you can find more of this under my 'arranged witching au' tag!

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He was even hotter up close, Tony lamented, curling his hands into fists in his lap. Rogers' hair looked golden in the candlelight, and it seemed to make the blue of his eyes pop more. He was built like a brick house, too, and Tony hadn't even known he found that attractive until Rogers had handed his shield off to one of the footmen like it weighed nothing and the footman had staggered with it, his own muscles straining to hold it off the floor.

Nomadic covens were used to hard labor. If they settled in a place, it was only for a few years, and then they left before their magic could truly take root. The downside to this was that they'd never be as powerful as a rooted coven. On the other hand, a witch was only as strong as their roots where they were rooted, so unless they were on their own property, they would find the nomads had the upper hand in a fight.

He'd never thought about what that 'hard labor' would entail, nor that he might... have to appreciate it. It wasn't a chore to appreciate.

Tony gripped his hands tighter, until he could feel his nails biting into his palms, and tried to focus on what Rogers and his father were talking about. It was difficult. Howard had cast a muddling spell to keep their conversation from being overheard. He comforted himself with the knowledge that Rogers seemed to be the only person who could hear him--even his mother appeared to be having difficulty following along. Rogers's coven-mates weren't even pretending they could understand.

Rogers set something on the table between them, and Tony didn't even pretend he wasn't craning his head to see what it was. He felt a flush of ice through his veins as he saw the skull and tentacles branded into the piece of burnt leather. He'd only seen it once before, when his mother had brought a bundle of old things that included a medallion like it to a cleansing fire, and one of the old biddies from another coven had explained that that was what the man who cursed Tony as a babe had been wearing. (The old biddy's voice had lowered, conspiratorial, "Maria Stark was so enraged when she realized her baby had been cursed, the warlock had burst into flames without her having to utter a word.")

Tony suddenly understood the gravity of his upcoming nuptials. If Hydra was rearing their ugly heads again, it wouldn't be just the nomadic covens in danger--every rooted coven would be, too. Hydra had turned their magic dark, ugly, something that sucked the power from others and killed them from the inside like poison. They didn't even need to show brute force to ruin a coven. All they needed was one person to sneak in and poison it from the inside.

Tony had known his father probably wouldn't fight the engagement, but now, seeing that Hydra was back on the rise again, he knew they wouldn't have a choice.

"I have this, too," Rogers suddenly said, voice cutting through loud and clear, and set a wooden box on the table in front of Tony.

Tony blinked, then glanced over at his parents. When Maria gave him a slight nod, he turned back to it, reaching out to draw it toward himself. The box's finish was slick under his fingers, and it still felt warm from Rogers's body heat. He ran his thumbs over the edges, then tipped the box open on its hinges.

"Oh," he breathed as light glinted off the large blue stone inside. It was cut square, resting in a silver setting. The silver band seemed thinner than what a man would normally wear. He took it out of the velvet cushion and held it up between his index and thumb. It wouldn't fit--it was for smaller, more delicate fingers. His mother's finger, probably.

The blue of the stone seemed to swirl in circles, but when Tony turned it toward the light, it stopped.

He looked up at Rogers, then let his eyes drift down to where his hands were clasped on top of the table, at the tear drop-shaped ruby set in gold on his finger. His mother had given Sarah Rogers that, as thanks for taking the curse off of him.

Rogers reached out, gently taking the ring from his fingers. He lifted it to his mouth, gave it a quick blow, as if he was trying to blow dust off of it. Then he reached back toward him, sliding the ring onto his finger--a perfect fit.

Tony could feel his cheeks turning pink and ducked his head, barely managing to choke out a polite, if strained, "Thank you."

[polizwrites]

Redirected Aim

This is a fill for today’s  @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt [#FFF288 Loud Lie, Quiet Truth] as well as the @yearoftheotpevent  January prompt  Stockholm Syndrome. 

Fandom: MCU/Marvel Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Tags: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes. Recovering Bucky Barnes, Young Tony Stark, Kidnapping,  Stockholm Syndrome Summary:  The Soldier’s mission had been to retrieve the serum Howard Stark had reformulated, leaving no witnesses.  He chose a different target Word Count: 687

“You know Stockholm Syndrome isn’t really a thing,”  the young man declared, craning his neck to try to catch a glimpse of the man standing in the shadows off to his left.   “I’m not going to fall in love with you because you kidnapped me.” 

“That wasn’t  my intent,” he replied gruffly.  His handlers had made the mistake of giving their Asset  a too-thorough briefing.  The name Howard Stark and the phrase ‘super-soldier’ combined to trigger a cascade of memories.  He still didn’t really remember who he was, but he did know that Hydra was the enemy.  So the moment he was released to begin his mission, he disappeared instead.  

They had trained him well  in becoming a ghost and he could easily defend himself against anyone else his former captors would send after him. He hoped that wouldn’t be necessary; he’d spilled enough blood for several lifetimes. 

However, the Soldier - he had nothing else to call himself - was well aware he wasn’t Hydra’s only weapon. He also knew Howard Stark’s latest creation was of immense value; it was only a matter of time before someone else completed the mission he had abandoned.  But he  could at least try to mitigate the damage and make sure Howard’s legacy lived on in the form of his son.  

Tony Stark had the potential to surpass his father when it came to engineering and innovation, that had been clear from the briefing. However, whether he knew anything or not about the redeveloped serum was less clear, and in the Soldier’s mind, that made him a target.  

It had been surprisingly easy to snatch the young man from campus late the night before; he’d been drunk enough to not put up much of a struggle as the Soldier bundled him into the backseat of a stolen vehicle.  Now that he was conscious again, the abandoned factory was remote enough that his shouts for help would go unheard. 

The Soldier had retreated to a dim corner after binding his quarry loosely to a chair, mostly to keep him from injuring himself while semi-conscious.  The young man returned to his senses not too long after their arrival, and after a moment or two of apparent panic,  he took in his surroundings with an assessing gaze. 

After his brief outburst, Tony shifted around for a few moments - making the Soldier wonder if he had to take a piss.   But instead, his captive revealed that he’d managed to free  his hands. “You’re a lousy rigger,” Tony commented with a self-satisfied smirk, reaching for the knots that bound the rest of him to the chair.  “But for future reference, my safeword is Asimov.”     

“I don’t know what that means,” the Soldier replied, finding his companion’s bravado - as well as his whiskey brown eyes and slim build - more attractive than he ought to.  “Believe it or not, I brought you here to keep you safe.” 

Tony gave him a skeptical look. “And why wasn’t I safe before, pray tell?” 

The Soldier paused, considering how much of the truth to tell.  “Because of your father. Howard Stark has reformulated the super soldier serum.”

“What?” The honest shock on his companion’s face led the Soldier to believe Tony didn’t know what his father had been up to. “But how does that put me in danger?” 

“Because my … employers …,” the Soldier spoke carefully,  “instructed me to secure the serum by any means necessary.” 

“So now you’re going to try to trade me for it?” Tony snorted in derision, even as a  glimmer of fear flickered in those dark eyes.  “Good luck. Howard doesn’t negotiate.” 

“We’ll see.”  He wasn’t ready to explain to the young man that his father - and most likely his mother as well - were already as good as dead.  

“Would you at least step out into the light, so I can see your face?”  

The Soldier did as Tony asked, seeing no harm in the request. 

Tony looked him up and down, staring at his face with a mildly puzzled look.  “Huh - has anyone ever told you that you look like Bucky Barnes - Captain America’s sidekick?” 

[olibird]

SC, looking for Ocs (UPDATED!! THERE'S A NEW LINK)

Hello! I've made a list of SC OC's! (So I can actually remember who goes to who) Please tell me about your own if you’re not on the list, or if you have multiple and I missed one! Feel free to fill this out to help make it easier :D

Ace by @liamthemailman

Ace, 0-13  by @insomniacsystem

Adam by @sillyguytm 

Agnelli,7-29  by  @asenith

Anderson  by @i-n-k-s    

Angel, 3-13    by @mentally-unavailable   

Apollo, 7-0   by @insomniacsystem    

Artemis, 0-7    by @insomniacsystem

Ash   by @r0ttenb0gb0dy     

Ash, 9-15   by @honeydew-jam

Azrael, 6-1  by @insomniacsystem

Azz, 3-4   by @doodling-doodle   

Backdoor   by @the11tailed 

Bael, 8-13  by @honeydew-jam

Bandaid, 6-6  by @kings-out-of-pocket-hell

Bandit by @mr-1-2-3-4

Bee, 2-11  by @justasmolbard   

Birde, 9-99   by @i-n-k-s

Boiler, 4-65 by  @honeydew-jam  

Breakfast, 4-63  by @honeydew-jam

Bullet, 7-9    by @walder-138  

Cabinet by @filing-cabinet-shadow

Caleb, 5-05  by  @shadow-5-05

CAT, 2-2  by @sw11ft

Cerberus, 7-11   by @pampanope

Charlie by @thechaoticcheese

Chisel  by @chisaikan

Chomper  by @hollow-grave-diggs

Christy by @thechaoticcheese

Coyote, 10-19  by @toastthewolfie   

Crane, 5-67  by @i-n-k-s 

Dawn, 7-28    by @tw1nkee28

Deer   by @mr-1-2-3-4

Donut, 4-6   by @leiradeira 

Dr. Jekyll   by  @strawbkiwi 

Dr. O'Connors, 2-5  by @mothman-juicy-ass

Dr. Strand  by @asenith

Echo  by @kalys-404 

Ek     by @toastthewolfie 

Eyeball    by @jarofteeths  

Feng, 17-4   by @leiradeira

Firefly, 7-7 by @insomniacsystem

Flannel   by @ram-bams-blog  (Deactivated user)

FISH, 13-13    by @mentally-unavailable  

Flatline, 5-7     by @imakosideas

Freefall, 3-60    by @zante-selachi 

Froggy     by @kaijugraves

Gift, 2-5  by @leiradeira     

Grandpa  by @niresenrab

Grimes    by @asenith

Grizzly  by @grizzishungry

Gunner  by @krueger-acc

Hadley  by @iburntthewater12345

Hearken, 5-02  by @callsign-hearken   

Holmberg  by @lonetile4  

Husky,77-3  by @kurt-dontcry

Hydra, 2-0    by @edenkyubiko

Icarus, 1-3   by @insomniacsystem    

Icarus,10-6   by @tiredbi-peach    

Iris, 7-4   by @n0xxoo

Jack, 5-9 by @liamthemailman

Jack, 11-0   by @graynaricsukavluya (User not found)

Jackrabbit, 4-2   by @tw1nkee28

Jaws by @r0ttenb0gb0dy 

Joker, 5-9  by @kings-out-of-pocket-hell

Kapo, 0-9 by @islandtarochips

Keys by @mr-1-2-3-4

Kill, 77-4     by @kurt-dontcry

Kirkby  by @strayyyy. on Discord 

KitKat, 19-35     by @olibird    

Lance    by @iamcautiouslyoptimistic  

Lil, 6-21   by @lonetile4

Load, 5-05   by @justasmolbard

Lock, 5-15   by @tiredbi-peach

Loner  by @beescrafting

LoveHurt   by @mr-1-2-3-4

Lovelace, 8-9  by @tiredbi-peach

Lucky, 7-77    by @koirian

Lumi, 6-7  by @insomniacsystem

Lumina, 6-6  by @insomniacsystem

Lynx, 0-2    by @Chaos_Idiot

Mac, 7-23   by @grimmartists     

Matchstick, 9-1    by @tiredbi-peach  

Maverick  by @r0ttenb0gb0dy 

Moff, 4-04   by @mentally-unavailable    

Montessori    by @loneghostdreams   

Moth, 12-3     by @lemons-pears 

Moribund, 6-8  by @tw1nkee28      

Murphy, 3-2        by @i-n-k-s

Muscles, 2-9   by  @frogcereal29  

MUTT, 7-45  by @asshork

Ninja, 7-4    by @the11tailed

Nire, 10-21    by @niresenrab    

Nomad by @mortal-kombattore-115

Notion by @toastthewolfie

Nox by @n0xxo

Orion, 2-15  by @zante-selachi  

Orca, 2-7 by @zante-selachi 

Pancho, 9-12  by @jasl3123

Panops, 1-2    by   @honeydew-jam

Panzer, 1-13  by @lonetile4 

Parlour, 9-3    by @asenith

Peaches, 7-22   by @pampanope

Phantom, 2-24    by  @kalys-404

Phoenix, 7-5   by @insomniacsystem

Pixel, 11-18  by @mr-1-2-3-4 

Plague  by  @mr-1-2-3-4  

Possum,7-89 by @tiredbi-peach 

Red  by @cyanidedrinkers

REDACTED   by @kings-out-of-pocket-hell

Reed, 4-06   by @justasmolbard

Rex,0-2  by @r0ttenb0gb0dy  

Ro, 6-02    by @justasmolbard   

Rune, 8-8  by  @insomniacsystem

Salo, 2-1    by @warborn-tragedy

Selena, 10-13   by @toastthewolfie

Sentinel, 0-3   by @kalys-404

Seraph, K-9 unit by @imakosideas 

Shark   by @tekioshark  

Shark    by @ur-local-snowman

Shark Bite  by @krueger-acc

Shion    by @callsignkatzchen

Shirley  by  @thechaoticcheese

Shrike, 4-14    by @i-n-k-s

Smalls, 3-9  by @rats-in-my-trashcan

Snipe, 0-3   by @islandtarochips

Sol, 8-9  by @snow--berry

Söli, 10-09  by @ask-shadow-medic-soli

Sparks by @r0ttenb0gb0dy    

Sparks   by @mortal-kombattore-115     

Spitfire by @r0ttenb0gb0dy 

Switchblade, 19-04    by @mythrite

Takker   by @crazyfandomluver

Teneva  by @krueger-acc

Teramen,3-5   by @imakosideas  

Texas, 0-10  by @shadowcompanygirl 

Tick, 8-5   by @imborredandwanttolookatthings  

Traitor, 1-6  by @shadow1-6   

V, 0-2  by @insomniacsystem

Valkyrie, 18-1     by @shadow18-1 

Vein, 14-31   by @8-rae-rae-8 

Vendetta, 2-3   by  @zante-selachi   

Violet, 9-14  by @mask-v  

 Vixen,7-13   by @artisticvixen

Voitto, 2-2    by @warborn-tragedy

Vulcan  by @toastthewolfie  

Vulture by @thybreadmolds

Walker, 4-3   by @8-rae-rae-8

Walker, 4-3    by @8-rae-rae-8

Wasp by @r0ttenb0gb0dy 

Wolf   by @ur-local-snowman

Wraith, 6-4   by @sw11ft  

Wraith, 9-02  by @thegreatllamatamer

Wyvern by  @cyanidebitsg

yu yu, 3-13  by @._rin_  on discord 

Камшат by @kankan0fficial

3-09   by @vithoma4-9   

4-9  by @imakosideas

(Here's the google doc full of info I've found on Ocs! Please read over your own Oc's and make sure the info is correct! It helps a lot)

SC Ocs Info Page :D

[acecranesindia]

14XW Hydra Crane ACE

[differential-housing]

[hookaljob]

https://www.hookal.com/search/baddi/hydra-crane-rental-near-me

[pellucid-constellations]

angstober (7)

Prompt: "Weakness"

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

A/n: This is a heavy one. Anywaysss love you <3

angstober masterlist here ♡

~~~

A door hinge creaked somewhere far off. 

Bucky waited. He’d been waiting for hours now, hands tied behind his back, chains digging into the skin of his right wrist. He’d tried ripping them away to no avail. 

Whoever had taken him had been prepared. Had known him and his weaknesses. 

But it didn't matter; the second he got free, their knowledge would mean nothing. Pure fury was fueling his stay, and pure power would fuel his fight to freedom. His fight back home.

A door creaked open, dim light dusting the grime on the solid floors. Footsteps, each carefully measured, echoed as they made their way toward Bucky. It wasn’t until the shine of leather came into his view that Bucky looked up—that he gave his captor the privilege of the rage burned into his expression. 

“You want something from me?” he gritted out, narrowing his eyes at the older man above him. 

The man only shot up a brow. “There are several things I want from you, Sergeant Barnes.” A thick accent held his words together. “But none of which I am sure you will give lightly.” 

Bucky let out a humorless chuckle. “How would you know? Haven’t even tried yet. Just left me sitting here. That your tactic? Isolation? Because I can tell you right now, I’ve waited a lot longer for a lot less.” 

In hindsight, goading the man who held his mercy in his hands wasn’t the most clever move. But Bucky got mouthy when he was angry, even more so when he was sure Hydra had a hand in whatever bullshit he was currently caught up in. 

Looking back, Bucky would take back his words, even if it wouldn’t have helped. 

He knew they wouldn’t have helped. 

The man grabbed Bucky’s chin and craned his neck harshly, putting him inches away from his face. “You will wish it was isolation. I simply needed time to procure what I needed to make you speak.” 

“What do you want to know?” Bucky seethed, roughly turning his face away. He spoke his next words to the floor. “Typically you ask nicely first. Haven’t even tried that.” 

“I do not have time for those theatrics.” 

With a snap of his fingers, the door opened wider. Bucky heard a struggle in the hall—scuffling feet and grunts and muffled words. The man before him rolled his eyes, hooking his chin over his shoulder to watch the door. 

“What, some kind of animal?” Bucky scoffed. “You’ll have to try—” 

Blood ran cold. At that moment, Bucky couldn’t tell whose blood it was. Because his blood, the very same that pumped beneath his skin and warmed him, didn’t feel like his own. His body felt foreign, each limb tightening and then cramping to the point of pain.

This wasn’t his body. 

He wasn’t here. 

You weren’t here. You couldn’t be. 

“No.” His whisper was only a breath. He hadn’t meant to speak. 

Bucky flinched as a cloud clap resonated in the space, followed by a mocking laugh. “Finally something to stop your ridiculous taunts,” the man rejoiced, leaning over to hold his thighs, coming nose-to-nose with Bucky. “I would have brought her in from the start, had I known.” 

Your gaze met his, and Bucky lost it—in his mind, body, being, he came undone. He pulled against the chains harder than before, letting out curse after curse at the man in front of him. He threatened death, torture, and far worse that he wouldn’t be able to follow through on. 

But he would find a way. 

Because your face was already bruised. Your hands were tied together at your hips and he could see the way the rope chafed at your skin. The same skin he had kissed countless times before. It was marred now, and you were in pain. He could hear your muffled sobs beneath the cloth shoved into your mouth, and Bucky promised far worse things than death. 

You weren’t meant for this—to ever feel this way. 

“What the fuck do you want!?” he snarled, his eyes leaving you for a singular moment to direct his rage towards the man. He found you again a second later, not wanting to leave you unguarded. 

It was silly to think his eyes had any power now. 

“Attitudes change so fast in the name of love, do they not?” the man posed, coming around to linger at your side. 

Bucky’s chest rumbled in warning... in anger and frustration and desperation. “Tell me. I’ll give you anything you want. Let her go.” 

The man seemed uninterested in his request, letting a finger track the shape of your cheek. You flinched back, running into the woman that had dragged you in. 

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” Bucky barked out, words punctuated by chains slamming to the floor. 

The hand left your face, only to move to your hair. You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut with the heavy intake of your breath. Bucky mourned the loss. Mourned any time before this—before he was the reason you had been hurt. 

There was no going back from this. This was his fault. You were here because of him. 

Unimaginable sorrow fought for dominance in his chest, but he kept the anger burning. It was the only way he’d be able to save you. 

“I find—anecdotally—that there is much less resistance in my…clients when there is a contract up front,” the man hummed. He grabbed the back of your neck, fingers digging into your skin. You let out a whimper, and Bucky let out a threat coated in a surging panic. “Shall I spell it out for you, then, Sergeant Barnes?” 

You were thrown to the floor, knees crashing against concrete. You cried harder and Bucky felt all the wrath he’d been kindling die out. Fear replaced it. Unbridled fear. He couldn’t get out of these chains. He pulled and tugged until he was sure the vibranium bent and his skin broke, but nothing budged. 

He couldn’t save you.

“I will tell you anything you want to know,” Bucky pleaded, tone dangerously low, breath coming out in heavy pants. His eyes were glued to the way your chest heaved. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for her. You know that. That’s why you went after her, isn’t it?” 

The man laughed again, this time a deep, soft disruption in the otherwise stagnant room. “You always were smart for a mindless drone.” 

Hydra. 

The label was meaningless. Everything in Bucky’s world had shifted the moment you were shoved through the door.

There was nothing left of him as you braced your bleeding hands on the same floor he sat. 

When you locked gazes with him—for the last time, Bucky would later remember—it was with finality. Your eyes told him you forgave him. You shook your head like you knew some secret he wasn’t privy to, and he tracked the movement with so much fear lodged in his chest—piercing at his ribs—that it hurt to breathe. 

What had you known? 

What had you heard? 

It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. 

“Let her go. I’m—” Words meant nothing to this man. Bucky brought his face up to him, his broken, pleading face as he trembled beneath his next word. “Please.” 

“I do love to hear you beg. But this is for me, as well, Soldat. Who doesn’t love a little torture?” 

Bucky wouldn’t remember the wicked smile the man sent him after his damning words. He would only remember your scream. The panic that ruined him. 

I love you, hold on. Please, hold on. 

I’m so sorry, please.

Stop! Stop hurting her! I can’t—she can’t—

All spoken to unhearing ears. 

His weakness had never been a physical constraint, but from then on, Bucky did not feel strong. 

[ethan-acfan]

Hi! Never done an ask before but it seemed like fun lol. I'm not sure if you're all that into Marvel or if you've already talked about this before but I can't stop thinking about Desmond in the MCU. Please share any thoughts, I'm scrambling for crumbs 🙏

The cackle I let out at this ask was demonic. I love marvel and I love assassins creed so obviously the next move is to mash them together😼

Okay, I feel like a precanon storyline would probably result in something similar as the winter soldier arc of a couple Avengers accidently uncovering the templars plans and deciding to do something about it, and how I would work desmond into that is (ima just use the same cast as the winter soldier arc+buck) nat steve and bucky have already uncovered their plans but don't really know what to do next (assuming something is blocking them from going to Tony or the police) so they decided to go talk to the guy the templars are after, desmond, (you can come up with the plot after)

But then, skipping ahead to post Canon Desmond, since I have a hc that he gets electricity powers if he survives the end, ima use that for this. Anyway, Juno has been released and so a bunch of avengers+ desmond have to team up to stop her from ending the world+ Elijah because I'm pretty sure he would be the key to killing Juno

Anyway, I have some headcanons for these groups would interact

1, Templar and hydra def worked close together and I wouldn't be shocked of bucky and Daniel cross knew eachother, or if hydra helped turn Daniel into a sleeper agent. But I feel like Templar would handle running the companies while hydra focused on controlling the government

2, Tony builds his tech using isu technology because obviously

3, Rebecca crane and Peter parker are bestfriends, I can feel it in my nuggets

4, the infinity stones are actually super advanced isu tech that were created as a result of the war with humans before the sun kinda killed everything. Also isu had contact with aliens before going silent due to the solar flare

5, superwoman is also directly related to a powerful isu god (assuming the isu had ftl Travel down, we can assume some isu decided to ditch earth before the solar flare hit)

6, somewhere between connor and desmond, there is an isu ancestor there, and that's how he survives the flare in this au since the isu in his blood is stronger

7, Tony does NAWT like Bill. He reminds him too much of his own dad so they don't get along. (Desmond and Tony bond by shit talk bill with wine)

8, Daniel cross and bucky are friends in the way they have very similar trauma so they are like the only other person that they can be insane around and not get weird looks

I have more but this post is already long, but I def have more