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Can I request plus size!reader where she is dating Charles but instead of her getting hate and stuff for her looks, the fans actually love her and question how Charles can handle all of her? THEY ARE THIRSTY thank you- 🦥 anon

Anon I love you, I enjoyed creating this. It might be extra cheesy but🤷🏽‍♀️🫶🏽

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Warnings: Thirsty fans, Charles is clingy, Y/N is a smartass but she loves her man

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Charles Leclerc had always been known for his charm both on and off the track, but when the news broke that the Ferrari driver was dating a plus-size Black woman named Y/N, the internet exploded in a way no one quite expected.

Instead of the usual scrutiny that comes with being in the spotlight, especially for women who don’t fit the stereotypical mold, Y/N was met with nothing but love—and a lot of thirst. Leclerc’s fans couldn’t get enough of her confidence, radiant smile, and how effortlessly she seemed to handle herself next to the F1 star. But that wasn’t all. The conversation online quickly shifted to something a bit more… provocative.

“How does Charles even handle her?” one fan tweeted, accompanied by a gif of someone dramatically fainting. Another user posted, “Charles out here pulling a QUEEN like Y/N? Boy, you better be built for this!” with fire emojis.

The more they saw of the couple, the thirstier the comments got.

“Charles, blink twice if you’re okay!” one commenter joked after seeing a video of the couple laughing together at a party, Y/N playfully teasing him.

In an interview with a lifestyle magazine, Leclerc was asked about the dynamic between him and Y/N. His face lit up with a wide grin. “She’s incredible. I think I’m the lucky one, honestly. She’s got this presence… it’s magnetic.”

Y/N wasn’t shy about showing her love for Charles either, posting candid moments of the two together on her Instagram. One video that sent fans into a frenzy showed them dancing in their living room, Charles clearly struggling to keep up with Y/N’s moves.

The comments were on fire.

“How is he not on his knees for her 24/7?” one fan asked under the post. “Girl, you are TOO MUCH. Give him a break!” another joked.

At one point, during a Ferrari fan event, a group of women wearing matching T-shirts that read “Charles, can YOU handle her?” held up a sign that read, “Y/N, teach us your ways!”

Charles saw it and burst into laughter, shaking his head. Y/N, who was watching from the sidelines, waved at the group, flashing her signature smile.

“Maybe they should be asking me how I can handle him,” Y/N later joked on her Instagram story, winking at the camera.

From the moment I stepped into Charles’ world, I knew it was going to be intense. I mean, the guy’s an F1 driver, one of the most loved on the grid. But what I didn’t expect was the complete opposite of what I thought would come my way. The moment people found out about us—about me—it was like the fans flipped a switch. And not the kind of switch where they throw shade. Nope. These people were thirsty.

It started small. A few comments under pictures I posted of us together.

“You’re glowing, girl! But, uh, how is Charles handling all of that?” with a winking emoji.

I’d scroll through my Instagram and see stuff like, “We need to check on Charles’ endurance off the track!” or “How does a man with that much stamina survive with a goddess like her?” It made me laugh, honestly. But the more I saw, the wilder it got.

One night, we were at home, lounging on the couch, and I showed Charles a few of the more… explicit tweets.

“Charles, you good, mate?” I read out loud, barely able to contain my laughter. “Blink twice if she’s got you needing an oxygen mask.”

Charles took one look at the screen, his cheeks turning bright red. “They really think I’m struggling out here, don’t they?” he said, shaking his head with that boyish smile I adored.

I grinned at him, nudging him with my elbow. “I mean, they aren’t wrong. You barely keep up with me when we dance.”

“That’s because you don’t warn me before you start those Beyoncé routines in the living room,” he teased back, pretending to huff in frustration.

But the comments weren’t just about Charles. They were about me, too. The fans genuinely loved me, which was wild considering how harsh people can be. They loved my curves, my confidence, and how I didn’t shy away from showing affection to Charles in public. I was always expecting the backlash, the snide remarks about being a plus-size Black woman dating a guy like him. Instead, I was getting comments like, “Sis, PLEASE drop the workout routine because you look FIRE!” and “Y/N, I need your energy. Charles is lucky to even be in your orbit.”

The first time I saw the group of fans at a Ferrari event wearing shirts that said “Charles, can YOU handle her?” I couldn’t stop laughing. I waved at them, completely blown away by how extra they were. I guess I should’ve been embarrassed or something, but I wasn’t. I was feeling myself. And clearly, so were they.

Later, when Charles and I were back home, I sat cross-legged on the bed, still buzzing from the energy of the event.

“They really love you,” he said, leaning against the doorway, watching me as I scrolled through the photos of us.

I looked up at him and grinned. “They love us. Mostly because they think you can’t handle me.”

Charles raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Oh, really?” he challenged, stepping closer, his voice low. “They’re wrong, you know. I can handle you just fine.”

I shot him a playful look. “Prove it.”

The next day, I posted a picture of us—his arms wrapped around me, me standing on my toes to kiss his cheek, the two of us smiling like we didn’t have a care in the world. The caption read: He can handle me just fine, thanks for asking.

The comments? Pure chaos.

“I BET HE CAN! 👀🔥”

“Girl, we don’t need details, but we’re imagining PLENTY.”

“I’m screaming—this whole thing is too much, and I’m living for it!”

Life with Charles was like this. Fun, light-hearted, but also deeper than the public ever saw. Sure, they saw the surface—how he adored me, how we were always laughing together. But what they didn’t see was the late-night talks, the quiet moments where he’d trace patterns on my back, or the times he’d look at me like I was the only person in the world.

The fans were obsessed, and honestly, I couldn’t blame them. But if they knew just how lucky I felt to have him? I think they’d really lose it.

It was the night before the race, and we were in our hotel room, another triple header. The race schedule had been nonstop, and though Charles loved the track, the constant travel and media pressure was taking a toll. He’d just gotten back from practice, exhausted, sweaty, and clearly in need of a break. I was lounging on the bed, scrolling through my phone, when I heard the shower turn off in the bathroom.

A few minutes later, Charles emerged, his hair damp and messy, a towel slung low around his hips. He looked up and caught my eye, offering me a small, tired smile. But there was something else—something heavy in the way he looked at me, as if he was holding onto something he wasn’t ready to say yet.

“You okay?” I asked, setting my phone down and sitting up on the bed.

He nodded, but instead of going to his suitcase to get dressed, he walked straight over to me and flopped down on the bed, still only in his towel. Without saying a word, he pulled me into his arms, holding me tight against his chest.

“Charles, you’re still wet!” I squealed, laughing as I felt the water from his hair drip onto me.

He just buried his face in my neck, mumbling something I couldn’t quite catch. I ran my fingers through his damp hair, letting him hold me, sensing he needed it. After a few moments of silence, I spoke up.

“What’s going on, baby?” I asked softly.

Charles sighed, his arms tightening around me. “I don’t know. Just… I missed you today.” His voice was muffled against my skin, and there was a softness in his tone that I hadn’t heard earlier.

I pulled back slightly to look at him, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “You’ve seen me like, every day. What’s really bothering you?”

He hesitated for a moment, then finally admitted, “I’ve been seeing some of the comments again.”

I frowned. “Comments? What comments?”

“You know,” he said, his green eyes locking with mine, “the ones about you. The thirsty ones. People going on and on about how… how they’d kill to be with you. And I know it’s harmless, but sometimes… sometimes I just don’t like it.” He sounded almost shy as he said it, like he didn’t want to admit he was feeling jealous.

I couldn’t help but smile, finding it cute that this confident, world-class driver was feeling protective. “Charles, you’re not actually jealous, are you?”

He looked away, his face turning a bit red. “Maybe a little,” he muttered. “I just don’t like the way they talk about you. They don’t know you like I do. They don’t get to have you the way I do.”

My heart softened, and I leaned in to kiss him gently. “You know you’re the only one who has me, right? No one else even comes close.”

“I know,” he said, his lips brushing mine softly before he pulled back. “It’s just—sometimes I get these thoughts. Like… they don’t deserve to talk about you like that. You’re mine, and I don’t want to share even the idea of you.”

I laughed softly, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I belong to you, Charles. All of me. No one else gets to handle me like this.” I gave him a cheeky smile, knowing that would make him laugh.

And sure enough, his expression lightened, a playful glint returning to his eyes. “Damn right, they don’t,” he said, pulling me even closer. “I’m the only one who can handle you.”

I smirked, enjoying this clingy, vulnerable side of him. “You sure you can handle all of this, Leclerc? Because some of those fans seem to think you’re struggling.”

He narrowed his eyes at me, clearly pretending to be offended. “Oh, please. They have no idea what they’re talking about. I’m doing just fine.”

I giggled, giving him a playful shove. “You sure? Because the way you’re acting tonight makes me think you’re feeling a little insecure, Mr. Ferrari.”

“I’m not insecure,” he insisted, his voice a bit defensive but still soft. “I just… I want to make sure you know that I love you. And that… that I’m the only one who gets to be with you like this.”

I smiled, resting my forehead against his. “I know, Charles. And I love you, too. More than anyone could ever imagine.”

For a moment, neither of us said anything. We just stayed there, wrapped up in each other, the world outside fading away. Charles held me like he needed to remind himself that I was really here, that I was his.

Finally, I broke the silence. “You’re so clingy tonight. Is this what I should expect every time someone thirsts over me online?”

He laughed, his arms still locked around me. “Maybe. Guess you’ll have to get used to it.”

“I think I can manage that,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his cheek before snuggling into his chest, both of us content in the quiet comfort of just being together.

Charles tightened his arms around me as I nestled against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat comforting. The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp, casting soft shadows on the walls, and the sound of the city outside faded into the background. It was just us in our little bubble, away from the noise and the track and all the pressures of the race weekend.

I could feel him relax a little, his muscles unclenching as he held me close. I traced small circles on his bare chest, smiling to myself. I loved this side of him—the part of Charles that wasn’t the confident, cool F1 driver but the sweet, vulnerable guy who just wanted to make sure I felt loved.

“So,” I murmured against his skin, “are you going to get clingy every time someone slides into my DMs or comments on my posts?”

He laughed softly, his breath warm against my hair. “Maybe I will. You’re my girlfriend—can’t let anyone think they have a chance.”

“Oh, they know they don’t have a chance,” I teased, looking up at him. “They’re just living out their little fantasies. It’s cute, really.”

Charles pouted, his brows furrowing just a little. “Cute for them, but not for me.”

I giggled, poking his side. “Aw, is someone a little jealous?” I teased, knowing exactly how to get under his skin.

He rolled his eyes, but I could see the corner of his mouth twitch into a smile. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Maybe a little,” I admitted, grinning. “It’s not every day I get to see Charles Leclerc all jealous and possessive.”

He huffed, but his arms stayed firmly around me. “I’m not that possessive,” he mumbled, though I could tell he was lying.

“Oh, really?” I arched an eyebrow, sitting up slightly to look him in the eye. “Then explain why you’re clinging to me like I’m about to disappear.”

Charles’ green eyes sparkled as he met my gaze, his hand coming up to cup my cheek. “Because you’re the best thing in my life,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “And sometimes I just want to make sure you know that. That you’re mine.”

My heart fluttered at his words. As much as I teased him, I loved how deeply he cared for me. His jealousy wasn’t about insecurity—it was about how much he valued what we had. I leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

“I know, Charles,” I whispered against his mouth. “I know, and I’m yours. Always.”

He kissed me back, his lips soft and slow, like he was savoring the moment. When we finally pulled away, he sighed, his forehead resting against mine. “I’m sorry for being weird about it. I just… I don’t want anyone thinking they can take what’s mine.”

I smiled, brushing my fingers through his damp hair. “No one could, even if they tried.”

He pulled me back down to lay against his chest, his hand gently stroking my back. “Good. Because I don’t think I’d survive without you.”

I laughed, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. “Well, you don’t have to worry about that. I’m not going anywhere.”

For a while, we lay there in comfortable silence, my head resting against his chest, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. The tension from earlier melted away, leaving only the warmth of being close to each other.

Just when I thought he had drifted off, he spoke again, his voice soft and teasing this time. “So… you’re saying if they thirst over you more, I get more cuddles?”

I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”

He grinned, pulling me closer. “Yeah, but you love me for it.”

I smiled against his skin. “I do.”

Charles let out a content sigh, his hold on me never loosening. “Good, because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

And honestly, I didn’t want him to.

After a beat of silence, he added, “Just… promise me something?”

I tilted my head. “What?”

“If the fans keep getting thirstier, you’ll remind them who you belong to?”

I grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure they know exactly who’s handling me just fine.”

y/n

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y/n: always asking how he can handle me, GIRL HOW CAN I HANDLE HIM. I’M SLURPING UNTIL IT’S FALLING OFF THE BONE😉😩🥵

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befemininenow · 2 months ago

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It's even better when the outfit screams femme.

It's been over 3 months since you first joined B.U.S.T. and your loyalty to the team has been noticeably known. B.U.S.T. applications have exploded to over 300% in the past 3 months you first joined and the higher-ups can't keep up with the demand. They know it's all thanks to you and your ability to make the program known through social media and word of mouth among LGBT+ safe spaces. Just as you're admiring your feminizing figure and your new, high boots, boss stops by and interrupts you: "Hi, honey. I love your new boots btw! You look just as gorgeous as ever! I need you to stop by my office in 5 minutes. It's very important." You stop what you're doing and take a small breather and a glass of water before heading out and meeting her at her office. "Have a seat, hun. Let's start our meeting." You hope it's all good.

"You have developed so well within the company, you fit as the perfect model for our goal, miss." Your boss, the busty lady from the ad, reviews your progress portfolio on her side of the office desk. Rarely does anyone get a call from boss unless it's a higher-up, interview, or even get fired. For the former two, it's just a regular thing; for the latter, it means the end of their journey. You're not sure why you were even called to show up, but you prefer to stay quiet and respond to her questions calmly, like an obedient servant.

"You know, I just love how you respond to my questions without resistance. I think you're becoming more submissive *chuckle*" It may have sounded hot when you were just a weakling sissy, but now that word just sends shivers to your spine. At least back then, you were doing it willingly. Now, though, it's become a habit that's hard to break. "Look, it's been 3 months and it's usually the time period when I either let you go or extend your stay. I'm here to break you the news..." Oh god, what is she up to? You were enjoying the stay here and you hope you didn't strike a nerve to boss. "I'm promoting you to team lead! Congratulations, girl! You're one of us now!"

Wait, hold up. Team lead!? "R-r-really!? OMG! Team lead? That's like, awesome!" "Yes, girlie! Team lead! We figured it's the first step towards becoming a higher-up for B.U.S.T. since you have so much potential towards change and influence! Isn't that exciting?" There's so much you want to say, you feel like tearing up out of nerves and excitement. "I just want to say one more thing before you sign these documents for your new position." She hands over the list you gave her in the beginning towards your transition goal. "See that? You just passed and checked number 7 without realizing it. Guess what's next, hun?" You read the list and you read number 8...

"Take these, hun. It's estrogen. You're going to become a woman. Forever." Wait, HRT!? You want to say something on top of your lungs. For you, it's just a kink or a fetish. But inside, or outside, the answer is very different. "What do you say? Are you ready to become another sister of the team?" "Yes, boss! I'm ready to be a loyal sister forever!" No!!! How can it be!? This isn't what you wanted! You just wanted to feminize for humiliation, not become a woman! Right? Right? ..... Wrong!

(To be continued)

#feminizaton #tg story #tg fiction

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margareth-lv · 1 year ago

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🏳️‍🌈 Every girl needs a gay best friend 🏳️‍🌈

Last week, I wrote a post here about the morbid shyness of a certain music manager.

My text was based on an interview Caitríona gave in mid-February 2018, shortly after her so-called 'engagement' and after she'd just won the Irish IFTA for her work on Outlander.

In the interview, Caitríona talked about how she met her fake fiancé. In the February 2018 version, Caitríona met her PA through one of her best friends.

So I decided to look into the subject of this "best friend" who brought the unfortunate music manager to Caitriona.

What I'm going to write today is, I think, 100% obvious to veterans of the fandom. But for those just starting out, I hope it'll be news. And I, well, I'm somewhere in the middle, between newbie status and more than three years of wading through the facts and the myths.

For me, the fun part has been reconstructing the chronology of events. The dates are interesting.

*** *** ***

The beginning of my story is quite surprising. Because we reach Caitríona's 'best friend' by clicking on a link in an article published in 'People Magazine' on 15 August 2019.

The article is entitled: 'Everything to Know About Caitriona Balfe's Super Private Relationship with Husband Tony McGill' and it tells us that: 'the couple tied the knot in England last weekend'.

😱

What excellent investigative journalists People Magazine have (bravo, bravo!), that in a twelve sentence article they could link to a post from Donal Brophy's Instagram.

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

And look at this description:

"It’s unclear exactly when Balfe and McGill started dating, but the earliest evidence of their romance dates back to 2015, when a friend posted a video of her sitting on his lap at a bar in Ireland on Instagram. (McGill was not tagged and does not appear to have any social media accounts of his own.)"

🤯

Isn't that brilliant work from Starz/TPTB/whatever's PR Dept?

*** **** *** From the above it seems fair to conclude that the 'best friend' who brought Caitriona bad luck in the form of an unfulfilling music manager was Donal Brophy, because who else could it be?

*** *** ***

And now, let's take a quick look at the Instagram post (dated 1 January 2015) linked to the 'People Magazine' article. We all know it, of course! Here is the irrefutable proof of the passion between our two lovebirds: the rhythmic (and how sexy!) patting on the hip.

🥱

Well, hip-slapping is boring (and not at all sexy).

Far less boring, however, is the look on the music manager's face, the look that seeks Donal's approval (tell me I'm patting her well, do tell!). Could it be that, like the People Magazine link, this video was made to show? I wouldn't rule it out.

*** *** *** Now let's talk about dates: the sexy (not 🤢) slap on the hip was posted by Donal with a date of 1 January 2015, but two days earlier, on 30 December 2014, Donal shared another photo on Instagram featuring both the hapless music manager and Caitríona. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Perhaps the decidedly less seductive and sensual appearance of the 'fiancée' in the December photo was the deciding factor in "People Magazine" not publishing a link to it?

Who could know?

*** *** ***

It certainly wasn't love at first sight. The new boyfriend seems rather tired of Caitriona's presence. 😉

I know this is a mischievous conclusion. I am so, so sorry, my friends.

❓

But one thing is for sure: Donal is an old friend of Caitríona.

I haven't done too much in-depth research, but the oldest photo I've been able to find of both Caitríona and Donal is… a photo in a Flickr album belonging to Caitríona's ex-boyfriend, Dave Milone. The photo is dated… 2002.

😨

You get the idea - Caitríona's ex (and real) boyfriend, Dave, Donal, and after many, many years a new 'fiancé'. It feels like my brain is exploding. 🤯🤯🤯

*** *** ***

But back to Donal: I have a feeling that Donal may have been Caitríona's +1 at times when she did not have an official boyfriend.

*** *** *** And let's not forget: Caitríona has a sweet and tender relationship with Donal.

June 2013, Miss you babe!

December 2013, Caitríona on IG:

December 2013, Donal on IG:

April 2014: They even went hiking together in the Scottish Highlands.

I wonder, by the way, who was their mountain guide? Was it an unfortunate music manager? I think not.

I would rather point to someone else, someone who loves (and knows!) the (S)cottish (H)ighlands. But I won't name him.

⛰️🧗🏻‍♂️

*** *** ***

For those who are unfamiliar with the name Donal Brophy, here are a few words about his professional profile:

You know, it works for me: "While in New York, Donal was also known for epic parties. Everything he organized automatically became a “must-attend” event for New York’s most with-it residents."

You know, that kind of vibe (2007):

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

*** *** ***

Had he been Caitríona's false fiancé, it would have been easy for us to believe in the beautiful, loving bond that existed between them. But he was only the messenger of bad news. What wouldn't you do for your best friend?

❓

PS. Unless something has changed, Donal was married to Emrhys Cooper, a British actor, singer, dancer, and filmmaker. Together they run Idyllwild Pictures, an entertainment company.

Taken in July 2023:

[January 23, 2024]

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all-pacas · 2 months ago

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i know i've talked about it before but god. when house and chase are alone together their vibe is just.

chase is usually deeply and pretty happily subservient to house. he's the boss/mentor, chase is the underling. where cameron and foreman both push to be house's equal, chase really never does: he's happy to follow along. but then you get them alone. every now and then chase just strolls in and reveals he can see through house perfectly, and house … never really gets offended or annoyed by this. he's pretty indulgent. he even enjoys it. "sometimes i forget why i hired you," he says, pleased.

in the jerk chase calls him out for cancelling foreman's interview. unlike when foreman did the same, house admits it, clearly pleased to be caught. chase offers him advice:

CHASE: You cost him a good opportunity and gained nothing. HOUSE: I cost him a crappy opportunity. New York Mercy's where you go to treat boils and cysts and build a 401K. CHASE: If you want him to stay, tell him. HOUSE: I don't and there'd be no point. CHASE: You do. And the point would be to make him feel like he's wanted. HOUSE: He doesn't need that. CHASE: All right, then. It'd make him feel like maybe you weren't evil. He needs that. Talk to Foreman.

he gives him orders. and house doesn't push back, doesn't dismiss chase for trying to lecture him, answers honestly.

in human error, they actually briefly continue this conversation; chase's frustration at house not taking his advice leads to his outburst that leads to his firing. (not that house fired him for getting involved or nosy.)

and then no more mr nice guy comes around, and they go bowling. first of all: this is the only time in the series house has ever invited anyone who is not named wilson out without it being a bet or a bribe. he really needed a bowling partner and went chase. but the same thing happens.

CHASE: So what are you going to do to screw up Wilson's relationship so you don't have to listen to me while you bowl? HOUSE: I wish the best for them and their tragically deformed children. CHASE: Well, she's good… At being bad. You might not be able to destroy her. HOUSE: Well as long as I give it my best shot, I can hold my head high. CHASE: Cameron had this one insufferable friend. She wasn't going to get rid of her and I sure wasn't going to join them, so I just said, see her on Thursday's. I know it's not as exciting as an exploding birthday cake, but, hell, I don't want to hang out with her every night anyway. HOUSE: That's amazing. Cameron only has one insufferable friend?

(insufferable friend you will always be a legend) chase just! jumps in! gives advice! completely casually, like it's nothing, house not blowing him off or dismissing what he says. later in the episode, he takes this advice and tries to work out joint custody with amber.

it isn't that house never takes other people's advice. he quite commonly solicits opinions. cameron and foreman have also both offered house their takes, and he's sometimes even listened. but usually he's dismissive. he's sarcastic. he doesn't have a conversation about it, he listens and does what he wants. chase can just stroll in and say stuff and house engages.

and of course there's my favorite example of all, from the social contract, when house needs a surgery done:

CHASE: You want me to help you? Tell me why. HOUSE: Why what? CHASE: Why you care. The puzzle's solved. The guy's alive. And the odds of coming out of this surgery with that same status aren't that great. HOUSE: My patient has a quality of life issue. CHASE: He says awful things. Hardly a medical condition. HOUSE: When he leaves here, he's going to lose his family. He's gonna alienate the people he works with. And if he ever finds a friend who's willing to put up with his crap, he'll be lucky. Until he drives them away too. CHASE: …I'll see what I can do.

he gets the truth. house all but says i identify with this person, i want the surgery done for me. chase doesn't ask questions, he gets it. but also he asks house why, and he gets an answer. no bullshit, no evasion.

we've all joked about how chase gets house, but it's like. he really does. he's incredibly observant, he's good at reading people, it's why house hired him. but he also doesn't… push. he doesn't use this ability to push house. he's not constantly trying to poke and prod and fix and understand house (because he kind of already does), but in return it means chase can jump in and just say stuff. because he doesn't make demands, because he doesn't ask anything of house, the few times he does, house tends to respond honestly in return. it makes me. insane

#malpractice posting #something something prodigal son

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skymagpie · 5 months ago

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**TWW SPOILERS** & theory (hopium) discussion below

Happy launch day let's talk about our favorite wizard!

For those that have played or have at least seen the video, you know that Khadgar's fate is grim and that the general assumption (as wowpedia and the wiki put it) is that he is deceased. People have made a bunch of theories about it, so I am listing everything I know and have seen from the cinematic itself that might go in either direction.

In favor of Khadgar somehow surviving:

Unlike the previous major character death cinematics, Varian's, Vol'jin's and Saurfang's as example, Khadgar's cinematic does not show him actually die. The rule of no body = no death applies, as we never see him die on screen. Even if it's unlikely that he survived given that we saw the city explode, this video does play into the common trope when characters aren't truly dead and return later on.

There was a datamined wheelchair that most people believe to be a cut asset, but if you rewatch the video itself and focus only on his legs in the second half once he is injured, they do not move at all, even when it would be logical for the animation to have him move at least the knee or attempt to get up. (This was also brought up by another user.)

Khadgar turns to Xal'atath in anger, so he is neither pleading nor bargaining, however he also doesn't seem to want to keep fighting her. Instead, when she creates the black hole around herself, he willingly reaches out and allows his hand to "dissolve" before the scene cuts and we no longer see him. He reaches out of his own volition, and he groans in pain even before touching the black hole (which goes back to the above theory that he is already injured and just the strain of reaching towards it causes him pain).

Khadgar's toy, the Wonderous Wisdomball is disabled in the new zones. This is such a small detail, but it feels like the final nail in the coffin. A lot of people believe that they wouldn't have included this small detail if they didn't plan something more for Khadgar and if this was his final farewell - maybe they would've even given it more lines and the such so people can keep it as a memory.

There is that one shot of Khadgar's eyes as he whispers "Alleria." but it's a completely new animation and it's not drawing from the cinematic. Everyone else in that sequence is actually alive. It could be a memory, but it could be something else. (this sceenshot is from this video)

In favor of Khadgar being permanently dead:

Metzen kept hinting in the interview with Scott that he will kill a bunch of characters in the saga, to which Scott asked why is Khadgar first on the list and Metzen didn't reply, only laughed it off and said that there is no kill list - before comically looking back at Scott with a frown. He also mentioned that he is thinking of how to give respectful send off to the old characters so they can make space for the new ones. Khadgar's death above is as respectful as it can get for him, since we didn't see him suffer much and he went out a hero as he always was.

We saw his hand dissolve.

Dalaran exploded when whatever darkness swallowed Khadgar closed in on itself.

Xal'atath said "Goodbye, Guardian." so if anything, she would know what happens when you touch that black hole she summoned.

The wheelchair is from an untested Dalaran scenario and we know that Blizzard has previously cut things that were in the game files.

Patch 11.0 is Danuser's last patch, and Metzen took over since then. Metzen however said that he liked what Danuser did, but believed that there needs to be something bigger for the opening of the saga, so maybe even if Danuser was planning to bring Khadgar back, Metzen could change that now that he is our story lead.

There are few running theories that I saw people talking about, and while I cannot say I am vouching for a specific one myself, I am going to list them here:

Khadgar survives, he is in the void and he is injured, so he will be permanently disabled, possibly drained of his magic and no longer able to be The (unofficial) Guardian - hence the wheelchair.

Khadgar will return as a voided up raid boss and it will be up to us to put him down like Old Yeller, because Blizzard cannot do it themselves. 🙄

Khadgar survived, but his physical body is destroyed and he will become one of the Ethereals (this goes into the Khadgar and the Locus-Walker are the same entity theory).

If you have any other ideas, have seen something else in favor of either outcome or have a theory of your own, please let me know because I am looking for all the copium I can right now and we are just getting started with The War Within.

#khadgar #the war within

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sweeethinny · 1 year ago

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headcanon: Ginny didn't leave the Harpies happy. Just imagine: she at the height of her career, even though she was a mother of three, married, still managed to juggle the hours and was preparing for the World Cup, everyone was watching her, when Gwenog left as captain and took her place someone who just didn't like Ginny. Everyone knew that there was a lot of intrigue between the two, that even though Ginny was calm, she often lost her temper, and when she wasn't scheduled to play in the Cup (being the most expected name to be there) she simply left the Harpies, and then her fight with the new captain explodes in the tabloids. The woman says that she was a terrible person to deal with, that she was overbearing, and even sells the piece of memory where the two are fighting in the locker room where Ginny seems to accept that she won't be playing in the World Cup. So she spends a whole year at home, rarely seen, and everyone says that the Great Ginny Potter-Weasley is dead, that she has let fame go to her head, and that within the sporting world she will never find herself included again, until The Daily Prophet announces her hiring. And when all the journalists run after her the week before the opening of the biggest journalistic event, where they will take her on stage to talk about her hiring, Ginny just smiles for the cameras and says she is not afraid of what lies ahead, because she knows she would never need to sell her memory so cheaply to support a lie. And one by one the women who played with her start to come forward and expose the truth, and then, when Ginny finally takes the stage and after a whole year of hiding, not only does she look stunning but she says she looks more than excited to cover the World Cup, and will be keen to secure the best interviews with all captains. Something like Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift; and from the way she fell, she is reborn every time evidence is exposed in the media of the lawsuit she put the captain through, alleging moral abuse and the fact that she used a false memory to destroy Ginny's career.

#hinny #ginny weasley #ginny fits reputation era so well #my headcanon #sweet talks #maybe im doing a art about that

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evilwickedme · 2 years ago

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Losing my mind at the kids reading Bruce/Batman fic

No cause I actually think about this stuff all the time. The Waynes are celebrities!!! Depending on your preference they could be international celebrities or local celebrities, but Bruce and Tim have both been the CEO of an international conglomerate worth billions, Bruce at the very least has to have been on the cover of TIME magazine and had a billion interviews about how-to-be-successful even though, you know, he's the definition of a nepo baby. So between the Waynes and the Batman being two of the most important cultural exports from Gotham, and the fact that WE openly funds Batman, there's gotta be some really good stuff in the celebrity and superhero RPF fandoms, right? It's just sort of obvious that people will start shipping them

So. Who brings it to the Batfam's attention? There are several possible avenues. I personally think it makes the most sense for Tim or Steph to have found it. They're both around 17-19, they went to school and had friends, so yeah, they're on social media. Tim has to have an online presence that's semi professional and so has a secret second account on all websites and apps, but Steph goes full fucking feral on main. I think Tim gets @ - ed a lot by weirdos, including people tagging him in their Tim Drake/YN fanfiction (sidenote do not do this in real life. Please don't do this in real life), but for that reason it might actually be that his blacklist is a mile long. Like he simply cannot see the word fanfiction on his Twitter feed. So Steph is the one that finds the one million BruBats fanfiction. She sees it mentioned and hunts it down. And then she sends it in the batkids GC and shit EXPLODES

Dick is very much like, a person with better things to do than be a weird gremlin online and he's never actually seen a fanfic before. He's heard of it because he gets asked weird things sometimes, but this is effectively his introduction to the world of fic and he's horrified. He steals Damian's phone so he won't see it which just makes Damian all the more curious and determined to read it. It gets physical

Steph and Tim take turns reading it out loud to Cass (Steph does Batman's voice, Tim voices Bruce) who finds the whole thing a little baffling. Neither Brucie nor Batman are particularly similar to her adoptive father and the concept of fic is a little out of her wheelhouse, although Steph does a very good job explaining the basic terms and reasons for its existence to her

Babs knew all along. This wasn't new to her. She's read worse things while doing research for cases

Duke reads the whole thing in one sitting (ish, it's really long). It's actually really good and he leaves some really thoughtful comments on the characterization and slow burn. The author doesn't reply but does cherish those comments forever

Jason wrote it Jason doesn't interact with the GC but babs literally hacked his phone to prevent him from leaving it so he opens it once a week to mark it as read and leave and he happens to open it in the middle of this shit going down and decides to check it out. He accidentally clicks on the relationship tag however and sees things you can't unsee. He literally runs over his phone and vows to go off the grid from now on

#batfam #batkids #dc #tim drake #stephanie brown #dick grayson #damian wayne #cassandra cain #barbara gordon #duke thomas #jason todd #I fucking love social media aus for this fandom it's so much fucking fun #gail speaks #ask #anonymous

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heroescore · 1 month ago

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Heroes

Chapter 3 - Heck of a Ride

Phil couldn’t get a hold of Aiden after work. It was getting pretty late after all, so he was probably busy working and had put his phone on silent. Too excited to be hungry, Phil took a taxi to The Joint, bursting in while Aiden was eating a muffin while waiting for the next customer to come in.

“Fuck— Welcome to— Oh, it’s just you,” he said, wiping the crumbs off his cheek with his sleeve.

“Hey, just you is a paying customer,” Phil said, pulling his wallet out and slapping a couple bills on the counter.

“Fuck off, Phil,” Aiden said, rolling his eyes, “what you want?”

“Decaf,” Phil said, “as you can see, I’m already hyped enough and I can’t afford a heart attack right now.”

“I’m not supposed to judge customers, but why in the name of everything that’s sacred would you force me to make decaf?” Aiden said.

“Because I just basically got a huge promotion and I think my heart already exploded a little, let’s not make it worse,” Phil said.

“Duuude, why didn’t you open with that?” Aiden asked, tossing a dish rag at him.

Phil caught it and put it on the counter as he sat on one of the counter seats.

“Because I kinda need a bit of a favour,” Phil said.

“For the last time, I’m not creating fake accounts to upvote your stuff, that’s cheating,” Aiden said.

“No, no, listen,” Phil said, “with the interview with Mirage that’s being published tomorrow, they also wanna advertise towards supers to approach us for interviews where their privacy will be top priority. I might have to meet in sketchy alleys and such, but it gets me my own office and a new computer.”

“I’m not playing bodyguard in sketchy alleys,” Aiden said, serving him his decaf coffee and returning to his muffin.

“No worry, because to get that far, I really, really, really need a good first response to that first ad,” Phil said, “so I was wondering maybe, um...your friend could help me out with that?”

“First off, that would only guarantee one response, and secondly, he doesn’t think it’s a good idea to jump onto something like that this early in his career. You should find someone more popular.”

“Dude, you— Your friend is literally my only lifeline into that world,” Phil said.

“And my friend barely has any connections too,” Aiden reminded him, “I’m sorry Phil. but this endeavour will have to rely on your own luck and skill.”

“I hate it when you get all wise with me,” Phil said, rolling his eyes, but he knew his friend was right.

But then he remembered something his friend tended to tease him with.

“So...when does Mirage usually come in for her coffee?” he asked.

“Random,” Aiden said, “if you wanna wait for her, go sit in a booth, I don’t want her to know you know me.”

“Fine, but I’ll want one of them muffins, because I haven’t eaten yet,” Phil said, taking his coffee and finding a booth.

Aiden rolled his eyes and prepared a small plate, dropped a muffin on it and brought it over.

Phil waited quite some time, burning through three muffins, many cups of decaf, and two phone calls about the arrangements for his promotion. Then finally, after he was about to give up and try and get some food before he would starve, a familiar superwoman stepped into the cafe.

“Good evening~!” she chirruped.

“Ah, welcome, Mirage. The usual?” Aiden asked.

“Yes, but first. I want to show you a modification to my suit~” Mirage said, turning a bit and showing a small, almost invisible zipper near her hip. “Ta-dah~!”

“...a zipper?” Aiden slowly asked.

“A pocket!!” Mirage said, zipping it open and pulling out a surprisingly large wad of bills, “or integrated wallet if you want it to sound cool and technical.”

“What a great idea,” Aiden said, “so now you can pay the three-fifty for your usual order~?”

“Yes! And I’m not sure how much I owe you, so just consider this a tip,” Mirage said, placing the whole wad of cash on the counter.

Aiden blinked for a moment.

“Ah, th-that’s very kind, but I’m not sure I can accept—”

“I insist!” Mirage said.

“If you don’t take it I might,” Mr Ecker said as he happened to step out of his office at that exact moment, carrying a box with fresh beans and storing it beneath the counter.

“Hgnn...I-I don’t know what to say, Mirage. Thank you,” Aiden said, somewhat shakily taking the money and tucking it away in his tips pocket.

While he went to prepare her coffee, Phil approached Mirage.

“Fancy meeting you here~” he said, trying to slip in smoothly, but almost tripping over one of the chairs.

“Oh! Hey Phil, what a coincidence!” Mirage said, “or wait. Who told you I’d be here?”

“Well, social media is a bitch,” Phil lied, “anyway, I wanted to share some amazing news with you if you have a moment?”

“Sure! Nothing in our area is on fire yet, so…”

“Great! Have a seat!” Phil said, pulling her to his booth, “ah, sir, could you bring her coffee there? Thanks!”

Aiden discreetly rolled his eyes and quietly brought over her coffee while Phil told Mirage about the impact of her interview, and that while it hadn’t even been published yet!

“Oh that’s wonderful news!” Mirage said, “and they’re going to place an ad for more interviews?”

“Yup,” Phil said, “I’m getting new stuff, my own office...they’re putting my face on the cover. And it’s all thanks to you!”

“Oh my!” Mirage said, “when I became a hero I imagined helping people as in pulling them from burning buildings, not...getting promotions.” she giggled a bit, “Although one shouldn’t just go into a burning building, it’s far too risky when you don’t have protective gear or powers, although there was that one time the fire department couldn’t reach someone and there was only smoke in the room so far so… what were we talking about?”

“Nothing, really. Talk away,” Phil said. Mirage raised a brow, then laughed a bit.

“You’re very cute, Phil. But I better get going~” She grabbed her coffee, winked at him, and disappeared.

“Cat!”

Black Cat rolled her eyes a bit, not even startled as Mirage suddenly appeared behind her and shouted her nickname. She came up next to her, sitting down on the ledge of the roof they were on, and bounced in her seat a bit.

“You’ll never believe what just happened!”

“I dunno, Mirage, after those murder chickens I might just believe anything,” Cat said with a shrug, “what happened?”

“Fair point,” Mirage said, before shaking her head and pulling a hand through her hair, “I called a boy cute.”

“...I assume you mean a guy your age? We’re not in high school, be specific,” Cat said.

“Sorry, yeah, a guy,” Mirage said, “he’s a columnist, I met him when taking Cross home the other day, and he asked if we could do an interview, and I thought heck why not? And he was so respectful with his questions, like he didn��t ask me about my job or daily life, really just things about my life as a hero instead, like Mirage is a separate person.”

“And you called him cute for that?” Cat asked, struggling to follow her line of storytelling.

“No, I did that earlier when I happened to run into him at The Joint, and he told me my interview got him a promotion, and I started rambling and I don’t even remember about what, so I was like ‘what were we talking about?’ and he goes ‘Nothing~ Talk away~’ looking all mesmerised. I think he has a thing for me.”

“And then you called him cute?” Cat asked.

“And went straight here to tell you about it,” Mirage said, nodding.

“Aight,” Cat said, grinning a bit, “when’s the first date?”

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, I— Mirage can’t date, that’d be...so complicated.”

“Why, are you already in a committed relationship in your daily life?” Cat asked.

“God I wish,” Mirage said, “nah, I’m a single pringle in both lives, but like...what if things go bad and he outs me?”

“Then you don’t date him,” Cat said with a shrug.

“You make it sound so easy, girl…”

“Yeah, well, we both know it’s never easy,” Cat said as she got up, stretching a bit, “let’s go. I have a feeling something’s about to go down.”

The next morning, Phil woke up in the best mood. His face was on the magazine’s cover that was being printed today, and a preview of the interview and the ad Mr Leblanc suggested were already available online. #MirageInterview was trending on several socials by the time he left the apartment to go to work and size up his new office and equipment.

He had even been allowed to keep his old work laptop and use it privately, so he was planning to wipe it clean at the end of the day and give it to Aiden so he wouldn’t have to worry about his class notes.

Speaking of, when he went to wake his friend for class, he only found a note on his pillow with the words: “early shift before class.”

“An early shift after a closing shift?” Phil asked no one in particular, “that old man’s gonna work you to death if you’re not careful…”

Still, he didn’t let it ruin his mood as he locked the apartment door and headed out. He put in a pair of earbuds to listen to his favourite tunes as he headed towards the nearest subway station.

It was quite busy as was normal at this rush hour, but having to squeeze yourself between two sweaty businessmen to give up a seat for an old lady for about twenty minutes until his stop beat having to stand still in traffic for possibly longer...right? Not to mention the cost of getting a driver’s licence and owning a car.

No. Subway was definitely better, Phil told himself as he resisted the urge of suggesting deodorant to the businessmen. Fortunately they got off before him, and he got some breathing room to start moving towards the door, since he had a two-minute window to get off the train and squeeze himself into the next.

However, as he braced himself for the train to slow down...it didn’t. And when they reached the station, the train simply sped through. Phil frowned, stopping his music and taking his earbuds out, turning to the young woman next to him, who seemed equally confused.

“Did I miss an announcement?” Phil asked.

“No, there hasn’t been any announcement besides the stations,” the woman replied.

Phil cursed and looked around, for an emergency break of some kind. Two young men were already yanking on one, but it didn’t seem to be working. Phil made his way over to them.

“Hey, check the breaks in the other carts, I’ll go to the front and see what’s up,” he said.

They agreed right away and they parted ways again. Phil made his way to the front cart, nearly falling over as the train was clearly going too fast for the track. There were no drivers in the trains, as they were all controlled remotely, but there were supposed to be plenty of fail-safes in case said control was lost. But it appeared none of them were working.

When Phil finally made it to the front, where the main control panel was installed, he found a rather famous super pacing before it; Black Cat. It appeared she had already broken open the door and tried to override the controls, but nothing was working; emergency breaks, alert buttons, or even the intercom system to ask people to stay calm. Cat seemed to be on the phone, looking rather annoyed as she tried to get through.

“Miss?” Phil said.

“Stay in your seat,” she replied dismissively, trying to dial again.

“You’ll only have a signal near or on platforms,” Phil informed her, “you’re better off sending a text and retrying until it goes through.”

“I fucking hate providers,” Cat grumbled, but she followed his advice and sent a text instead.

And sure enough, when they sped past the next station, she managed to get it sent.

“Great, thanks,” she said, “now even though the emergency precautions seem to be broken, I’m sure they know they have a runaway train and cleared the tracks for us. So we shouldn’t have to worry about collisions. However, at this speed…”

“Keep it down, people will freak out,” Phil said.

“But they should be allowed to come to terms with the worst possible outcome,” Cat said.

“I’m sure some already are,” Phil said, “who did you text?”

“My partner. She can teleport people to safety,” Cat said.

“Are you sure that’s the best course of action?” Phil questioned, “there’s dozens of people on this train, she could exhaust herself before saving everyone.”

“....you’re the guy that did that interview,” Cat concluded.

“Yes, Phil Winter, huge fan, but for real, is there nothing else we can do?” Phil said, shaking her hand briefly.

“Sometimes hard choices need to be made,” Cat said, “even with our advantages we can’t save everyone. When Mirage gets here...we’ll do it Titanic-style. Women and children first, young before old. We should prepare the crowd.”

“...you’re right,” Phil said, “though I don’t like it one bit...we should warn them for the side-effects too.”

“Yes. Almost forgot. Everyone listen up!”

She explained the plan, asking people to pass it to the other carts. Some didn’t seem too happy with it, but most were just praying that there would be enough time to get everyone off. Some younger people offered to let an elderly citizen take their place, and before they knew it everyone was shouting at Cat.

Phil had seen it coming, considering she could be rather blunt while these people were scared and vulnerable. However, she couldn’t help them when they all yelled at her, so he got up on a seat and tried to shout over everyone.

“Everyone! Guys! Calm the fuck down!” he yelled, waiting for people to quiet a little before continuing, “they probably know they have a runaway train and the tracks should be cleared for us. We’re not going to crash into anything, so we got plenty of time to get everyone off safely, understood?”

People settled down a little at that, and Cat gave Phil a little nod. He wasn’t sure what she meant, but he decided to take it as gratitude. At that moment, Mirage finally popped up beside them.

“Oh! I made it!” she said, “sorry for the wait Cat. After getting your text I had to find out which train you were on and where it’s headed so I went to headquarters and— Oh hi Phil!”

“Focus!” Cat snapped, forcing her friend to look back at her, away from Phil, who waved a bit awkwardly.

“What’d they say?”

Mirage answered in a hushed tone, not wanting people to panic.

“It’s bad.” she said, “They managed to clear the tracks as much as possible, but it seems they’re dealing with some kind of virus and they’re able to do less and less. They could eventually reroute this train back onto the track with another.”

“Better get to work then,” Cat said.

Mirage nodded in agreement.

“I’m taking you to the 124th so you can coordinate where to pick people up. They’ll need help after the jump.”

“Got it. What channel you on?” Cat asked.

“Six,” Mirage said, tapping her own ear piece, “I’ll only have clear reception above ground so, communication will be short.”

“And chaotic, I’m used to that,” Cat said, “you coming Winter?”

“M-me?” Phil asked, “no...stick to the plan. Titanic-style. Women and children first. I’ll stay here to keep people calm.”

The two masked women nodded, before disappearing. Barely two seconds later Mirage was already back to pick up a young mother with her newborn, followed by a young family with three young kids.

While she kept popping in and out, Cat had met up with Captain Carnahan of the 124th and coordinated with her to pick up the victims. Whenever Mirage dropped someone off, she yelled a landmark, so they would know where to send a unit.

Back in the train, Phil tried his best to help people stay calm, and warning them for the side effects of Mirage’s teleporting.

“It won’t hurt, really. You’ll feel nauseous and dizzy for a bit, but only for a minute or so.”

As the automatic announcements called another station coming up, Phil got his phone out and sent an SOS text to Aiden. He didn’t give any other info. But that wasn’t necessary. When they both finally got their hands on a decently working smartphone, they installed an app with which they could track each other. In case something happened to one of them; a sudden disappearance, mugging or an emergency text.

Phil wasn’t quite sure how well it would work while he was in the subway, but at least his friend would know something was up. Just after watching his text get through, he was suddenly thrown off his feet as the train switched tracks. And barely a moment later, Mirage appeared behind Phil, catching her breath a bit as she was already at her limit.

“HQ called…” she panted, “Switched tracks...other train ahead…”

“Oh shit,” Phil said, “how many people did you get off?”

“Less than half,” Mirage answered, shaking her head, “I-I don’t think I can do this…”

“Okay, okay, take a deep breath,” Phil said, “what about a caffeine booster?”

“They only make me stronger, not faster,” Mirage said. Phil nodded, thinking for a moment.

“How much stronger?”

“Uh...I dunno I never really tested?” Mirage said.

“Strong enough to move the whole train and everyone in it in one jump?”

“...not with precision, but maybe?”

“Let me think...we just passed Hunter College,” Phil slowly said,

“Central Park is just a block over, if they can clear an area for you, I’d say just plant us there. It’ll be a soft landing, if everyone braces themselves, worst case someone gets a concussion or a broken arm, so maybe some place near a hospital?”

“Mount Sinai hospital is right across the East Meadow,” Mirage said, “I sunbathe there on days off— I’ll tell them to clear the place, you tell people to brace themselves!”

She disappeared again, and Phil sent someone to spread the word in the other carts. Loose items were tucked under seats and tied in place with belts, coats, vests and shirts. Some old lady threw her groceries out the window, saying she would rather buy new ones than to be taken off the census by her melons and a pack of butter.

Meanwhile Mirage popped back up above ground and called Cat.

“Hey, tell them to clear the East Meadow asap, I’m taking the whole train there.”

“Jesus girl, how much time they got?” Cat asked, having put her on speaker, so the officers listening in immediately began calling.

“I dunno, a couple minutes?” Mirage said, “I’ll be aiming for the centre, pray for us!”

And then her signal went dead as she jumped back onto the speeding train, making sure everyone was prepared before finding Phil again, taking out her caffeine pills.

“If this doesn’t work…”

“Don’t go there,” Phil said, “if anyone in this city can do this, it’s you.”

“Right,” Mirage said, “do or die.”

With that in mind, she dry-swallowed two pills, told Phil to brace himself, and teleported herself to the front of the train. On the outside. There was barely enough room for her to stand on the ledge, but the wind pressed her against the window. It took a bit of struggle to turn around.

Through the window, she could see the people in the front cart all peering hopefully at her, ready to tuck in protectively should she manage to move the train or fail. She locked eyes with Phil, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

“Come on, Mirage,” she muttered to herself, “if there is a god…”

A light reflected off the window as they raced towards the other train. So it was now or never. She braced herself, but instead of a lot of pain, she found herself flying off the ridge as the train abruptly slowed down while its wheels dug itself into the dirt, daylight blinded her, and the grass that normally felt so gentle and soft bruised her as she tumbled off quite roughly. She spit some dirt out of her mouth as she looked up, finding the whole train had come to a stop on the grass.

“I...I did it…” she said, before everything turned black.

Inside the train had been pure chaos. People hanging on and screaming for dear life as the train collided with...something? Daylight blinded them too, the jump disoriented them, and many breakfasts were lost as soon as people dared to let go.

Phil only just about managed to keep his down as he made his way over to one of the broken windows, cutting his arm as he slipped through and stumbled past the train. A helicopter was hovering over them, telling people to stay put and that help was on the way, sirens were closing in fast, but Phil’s main concern was the woman who had just saved them. He found her some ways from the train, fearing the worst as she wasn’t moving.

“Mirage!”

He called out her name as he closed the distance between them, dropping to his knees next to her, and gently putting his head on her chest to listen for a heartbeat, or breathing...anything! It was hard to hear over all the sounds, and he was so focused he almost missed the approaching of hooves as a rather famous super approached them.

“Step away from her, sir!” he called as he dismounted his horse.

“She just saved a lot of people’s lives, I’m tryna see if she didn’t lose hers in the process!” Phil snapped, “I think she’s breathing— Ranger?!”

“If you really want to help her you’ll have no time for fanboying,” Ranger said, sitting next to him and searching for a pulse, before feeling her forehead. “She’s fine, just exhausted herself.”

“Will she need a hospital?” Phil asked.

“Technically, yes,” Ranger said, “but they’ll completely disregard her privacy. So unless she starts bleeding in places she shouldn’t be bleeding, we better get her out of here before the ambulance gets here.”

“Need a hand?”

Phil whipped his head around upon hearing the familiar voice, finding his best friend (in disguise) landing smoothly behind them. Ranger shot him a suspicious look, but a familiar voice in the back of his mind told him to trust the new super.

“Take her somewhere where she can rest safely,” he said, “stay clear of that helicopter, I’ll summon a distraction for you.”

“I’ll protect her with my life,” Cross said nobly, while behind Ranger, Phil mouthed ‘I’ll see you later.’ at him.

He gently took Mirage in his arms, carrying her bridal-style before taking off.

“You sir, with the wings! Do not leave the area!” someone shouted through a speaker from the helicopter, but Cross ignored them, while Ranger put two fingers in his mouth and whistled loudly.

Quite literally out of nowhere, a very large flock of birds showed up, flying between the helicopter and the super, making it impossible for them to follow him without crashing themselves. Phil gaped a bit, before snapping back to the present and turning towards Ranger.

“Say...I don’t suppose you’d like to give an interview for my column?”

“I think not,” Ranger said, “but some kids that frequent Times Square might love to take that offer.”

He took his horse by the reins and approached the police to report on what he knew about the incident, while Phil was coaxed into an ambulance to get checked for injuries.

Several hours later, he finally arrived home, having been given a ride by the police after being questioned extensively at the hospital. Since a lot of people pointed him out as having helped Black Cat and later Mirage, they decided he was their best bet to complete the picture of what had happened.

By the time he arrived home, the late afternoon news was already reporting some details of the incident, explaining that it had been the work of a hacker, but that things were back under control and subways were running as they should be again.

They showed amateur footage of the runaway train appearing in the middle of the meadow, the hype of Ranger’s very brief involvement, and someone was so popular he got his own item.

“Next up: An angel in New York City definitive proof of God? Theologists are skeptic.” a reporter said on the TV while Phil entered the apartment.

Aiden was pacing in front of the TV, while Mirage was passed out on their couch. When spotting Phil, he turned the TV off.

“Dude, I’ve been trying to call you for hours,” he said, “are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’ll live,” Phil said, “and I lost my phone in the chaos. Gave the police your number in case they find it.”

“Okay,” Aiden said.

“How is she?” Phil asked.

“Um...about an hour after I put her down she got up, ate a spoonful of coffee grounds, then nearly missed the couch when she passed out again.”

“Damn,” Phil said, “is she...unconscious?”

“In a sense? I think she’s just sleeping,” Aiden said.

“And she didn’t recognise you from The Joint?” Phil asked.

“Not yet,” Aiden said, “but that doesn’t matter. She’d have to be really fucked up to rat me out after all this.”

“Fair enough,” Phil said, “Ranger seemed to trust you too.”

“Yeah. I don’t know what’s cooler, killing a T-rex or meeting Ranger and...well, sorta working together? He did cover my escape~”

“High five!” Phil said excitedly, holding up the hand he’d cut when crawling out of the train.

Aiden didn’t notice the bandage and enthusiastically smacked him right on the cut.

“AH! FUCK!” Phil yelled, holding his hand and cursing a lot more as he sat down on one of the chairs.

“Oh Lord, I’m so sorry— Hey, leave Jesus out of this!”

“You hit me on my wound, I’m sure Jesus will forgive me for slipping up!” Phil said.

“Don’t be so dramatic, I’ll grab you some ice,” Aiden said.

He headed over to the kitchen, finding a bag of frozen peas and tossing them at Phil. He reluctantly took the bag, holding it in his injured hand. Other than that, he got off pretty well, with only a couple bruises. Everyone on the train had gotten off very well, since the worst injuries were a couple concussions and a broken hip. And all thanks to Mirage, who slept off her exhaustion on their couch.

“Coffee?” Aiden asked.

“Fuck, please, yes,” Phil said, “hospital would only give me water.”

“You’re probably not insured for hot drinks,” Aiden said.

“Yeah, I declined pain relief too to keep the bill to a minimum,” Phil said with a sigh, “remind me to call my insurance when I get a phone back.”

“That comes later, you should rest now. You’ve been through a lot too,” Aiden said, getting out the French press, since it was Phil’s favourite, and he looked like he could use a pick-me-up.

“Thanks man...you’re right, it’s a lot to process, but it’s kind of hard to focus on that when we have a famous superhero sleeping on our couch!”

Aiden shook his head a bit as he waited for the coffee to settle, before pressing the plunger slowly and pouring a cup for Phil. As he walked past Mirage to give his friend his coffee, the scent seemed to rouse her from her sleep as she stirred a little.

“Hng...can I get a cup...of that?” she mumbled, before blinking her eyes open.

Her sight was a bit blurry, but she recognised the horribly undecorated room, and the young man in the chair.

“Phil…? Why are you holding a bag of peas?”

“Cut my hand,” Phil said, “how are you feeling?”

“Like I teleported a whole ass train,” Mirage said, slowly sitting up, while Aiden tried to be invisible, pouring her a cup of coffee and putting it down in front of her.

“Oh, thanks— YOU!”

She smiled gratefully at him, before gaping in shock as she recognised her usual barista. She looked between him and Phil.

“You two know each other?”

“He’s my roommate,” Phil slowly said, after receiving an affirming nod from Aiden.

“Your roommate?” Mirage said, “but then— Oh my God you’re—”

“Don’t drink the last sip, that’s French press coffee,” Aiden said, distracting her before she would blurt something out.

“Thin walls,” Phil said, detecting some confusion on the super’s face.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry!” Mirage quickly said, “jeez, now I feel like I owe you so much more than just a bunch of unpaid coffees!”

“Well, you did save me from getting eaten the other night, so let’s call it even,” Aiden said, “also your huge tip gave us a breather in paying rent.”

“Had I known you lived here I would’ve urged you to spend it on home improvements instead,” Mirage said, taking the coffee and carefully taking a sip.

“We’re getting the AC fixed?” Phil said.

“Good for you, but you’ll need more than that,” Mirage said.

“Why?” Aiden asked, “nothing else is broken?”

“Men,” Mirage sighed, “anyway, um...why am I here though?”

“You passed out after saving us and Ranger said the hospital would be a bad idea,” Phil said with a shrug.

“Whoa,” Mirage said, “I missed Ranger? Did you ask him for an interview?”

“Tried and failed,” Phil said, shaking his head sadly, “anyway, at that moment Cross showed up and Ranger told him to take you somewhere you could rest safely, so here we are.”

“Oh you boys are a Godsend,” Mirage said, “literally?” she added, looking at Aiden.

“I wish I knew,” he said with a shrug, “but I like to think God blessed me with these abilities so I can help people.”

“I can’t say I fully agree,” Mirage said, “but if there is a higher power out there, it’s nice to know they’re looking after us.”

“To each their own,” Aiden said, “when you boil all religions down to their core, we all believe in the same idea in the end; a higher power creating earth and its life, peace after death, etcetera.”

“...huh. You can even apply that to science,” Mirage said.

“See?” Aiden said.

“Okay, okay, very enlightening,” Phil said, “since you two are all buddy-buddy, any chance you can keep us in the loop on what happened on that subway?”

“Oh, the news said it was a hacker,” Aiden said.

“I heard, but like, what was their motive? Was there a ransom demand? Were they just psychotic?” Phil said, “I want answers!”

“Supers don’t typically investigate things unless they’re specialised in that,” Mirage said, “Cat and I...we typically just deal with a situation then hand everything over to the police.”

“Aren’t you ever curious?” Phil asked, “or ask follow-up questions? Like, don’t you want to know how the heck three dinosaurs suddenly appeared in the middle of New York-freakin-City?”

“Well, that’s different, since I’m a scientist and my lab happens to be investigating that,” Mirage slowly said, “but it’s worth a shot asking the police maybe? They’ll be more inclined to tell me than you so...”

“Girl I would love you forever if you could get me anything,” Phil said.

“She saved your life earlier, isn’t that enough?” Aiden asked, with an amused smirk, “and before you even met her you were already fangirling—”

“Yeah we get the picture dude, just let me express my gratitude however I want, thank you,” Phil said, his ears turning red a little.

Aiden chuckled a bit, before getting distracted by a rapping sound from his room. He raised a brow and went to check, finding a familiar super standing outside his window on the fire escape. She was probably there for Mirage, so he quickly went to open his window to let her in.

“Hi, how did you get up here?” Aiden asked, stepping back so she could climb in without stepping with her shoes on his bed.

“Climbing,” she said, before looking him over, “you look familiar…”

“I...work at The Joint,” Aiden quickly said, “you ever been?”

“Not in costume, but yeah, now that you mention it,” Cat said, “anyway, I’m here for Mirage and Phil.”

She held up a cracked phone, which Aiden instantly recognised.

“You found his phone!”

“Yeah and this address was logged. He needs better security on this thing,” Cat said, heading into the living room, “sup?”

“Cat?!” Phil said surprised.

“Oh hey Cat!” Mirage said cheerfully.

“Good to see you’re yourself already,” Cat said, before handing Phil his phone, “I took a call from some Wilson guy. You’re letting your boss yell at you like that?”

“Oh God,” Phil said, feeling even more embarrassed, “I am so sorry, he’s got a bit of a temper, like his job is so stressful, always having to make sure people make their deadlines in time—”

“I don’t care, I told him to shut it and show some respect.” Cat said with a shrug, before parking herself on the couch next to Mirage, “You don’t deserve to be talked to like that.”

“Preach!” Aiden said.

“Luckily his boss has taken a liking to me, so he can’t fire me for that,” Phil mumbled as he looked through his missed calls.

There were a lot from Aiden, and a couple from Mr Wilson. Then he checked his email, and found a message from HR that they had received a complaint from Wilson, but that they had disregarded it in light of his involvement with the East Meadow incident.

Relieved, he quickly shot them a message that he was unharmed and would be back to work tomorrow, before putting his phone away.

“What a day,” he sighed, “I should be losing my mind over having two heroes in my living room, but I’m pretty damn tired.”

“Oh you should really take your rest too, Phil.” Mirage said, before finishing her coffee, “We should leave you two alone now, I feel like I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

“Nonsense,” Aiden said, “stay as long as you like.”

“I’d like to leave now!” Cat said loudly, “if you’re up for it.”

“Yeah, I should be good to go,” Mirage said, “but first, I wanna give you my phone number. Both of you, if there’s anything, literally anything, you can call me, just not this week because I will be hibernating to recover from today.”

She held her hands out until the boys handed her their phones so she could save her number in their contacts. Then she thanked both of them with a hug, before taking Cat’s hand and disappearing.

“I still can’t believe that just happened,” Phil said, “pinch me, Aiden, I must be dreaming!”

“...she took our cup,” Aiden noted, pointing at the empty coaster, “I guess she forgot she was holding it…”

“I’ll text her,” Phil said with a sigh, “that was our only cup for visitors…”

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“ADELIO”

Masterlist | Credits go to @jiphenn | Characters:Felix (he/him), Una (he/they), Adelio (they/he), Wilder (he/him), Shehani (she/her), Winola (she/her), Akali (he/him), Alzena (she/her), Nyssa (she/her), Maddox (he/him), Ms Castro (she/her), ??? (he/him), Kuali’i (he/him), ??? (they/them)

“Boy, this is interesting.”

Una hummed to themself, looking up from their newspaper and at the rest of the gang, their gray eyes glittering. “What is it?” Felix asked, discarding the comic book that he had engrossed himself in to lean curiously over his shoulder.

“‘Young survivor looking for Diantha Rose Board Game Club.’ Adelio Castro, a survivor from the Diantha Rose Diole Attack, recently woke up from his nine-month coma.” Una read out loud before glancing back up at the others again. “You guys know him?”

Felix snatched the paper, his eyes going wide. “ADELIO?!”

“I’m guessing that’s a yes.” Una said, peering over Felix’s shoulder as he furiously scanned the article to read the rest of it for everyone to hear.

“In an interview with Wolf News, the young man says, ‘I know it sounds fabricated, but the club aren’t bad people. They had nothing to do with the attack.’ Despite his horrible injuries, resulting in a limb amputation, why does the young man seem to defend the Diantha Rose Board Game Club?” Una continued. “He even stated, ‘My friend Winola, she was part of the club, but she still risked her life to save me. I don’t think any of them knew about what was going to happen that night other than the attacker.’ He mentions Winola Higgins, the Diole who killed her father and three siblings. Even going so far as to say she ‘saved him’.”

Everyone turned to Winola. Her expression was, as always, unreadable.

“He left a final message during the interview. This message was however, not for the public, instead, it was for the Board Game Club. ‘If you ever need me for anything, don’t hesitate to come find me, I know you can.’” Una finished.

Felix couldn’t believe what he was reading. He didn’t know what came as more of a shock, the fact that Adelio was still alive, or the fact that he wanted to help them, instead of kill them like everyone else.

The last they’d seen of him, he was unconscious, blood seeping through his clothes, his face pale and tight with pain as Cora went to help him. Felix hadn’t thought he’d made it through the night, much less the past few months - not with an injury so severe. The fact that he had woken up from a nine-month coma was a miracle in itself. And the fact that he was offering to help them, after everything…

Well, Felix wasn’t sure he could believe it.

Adelio had every reason to hate Dioles - to hate the Board Game Club. They had been lied to for months, not even aware of the fact that they weren’t even a part of a real club. Then, the night of the Winter Concert, Gunther had brutally exploded their arm, leaving them in a coma and permanently disabled. That was as good of a reason as any to hate Dioles, not to mention this wasn’t the first attack to wreak havoc in their life, and their family.

So why… was he so determined to prove the Board Game Club’s innocence?

“So who’s this Adelio guy?” Una asked, looking around.

“He was in the Board Game Club with a few of us.” Felix said.

“So he’s a Diole?” Shehani asked.

“No, human.” Felix knit his eyebrows together, beginning to explain. “January made a fake one. Gunther, Akali, Alzena, Rory, Kuali’i, and Nyssa weren’t in it though.”

“Oh, why’d you need a fake club?” Una asked.

“So it didn’t look suspicious.”

Felix remembered how he ruined his relationship with Adelio the day of the club fair, trying to convince him not to join. He had practically begged with them. Guilt sprung up in his gut at the thought of their face so full of hurt, smile fading the longer he frantically tried to explain the Board Game Club away.

“Well if people find that out won’t they accuse him of being a Diole?” Una cocked his head.

The realization hit Felix like a semi truck. Slowly, he turned to face Una, the colour draining from his face. “He’s going to die.”

His mouth went dry. “That idiot just gave a whole interview about how pro-Diole he is, if they find out they’re an ex-member of the Board Game Club, they’re going to murder him.”

The room went dead silent.

“Well they’re nothing we can do about it.” Wilder stated matter-of-factly.

“We can’t just let him die!” Felix shot back, furrowing his brows at Wilder. He wouldn’t allow himself to have more blood upon his shoulders, wouldn’t stand back and watch as another one of his friends was taken from him. Not again. Adelio had believed in him, believed in all of them. He had to have realized what this interview would mean for him. Yet he still chose to go through with it in hopes that the Board Game Club would receive his message. They had risked everything with this, had put their life on the line.

And Felix was determined to not let him down.

“What’re you gonna do? bring him here?” Wilder’s grating voice pulled him from his thoughts. His mouth was drawn in a sharp line as he glared at him, his stare borderline pure hatred. (Not that it was a look Felix wasn’t well-used to receiving by now. Practically every time he so much as opened his mouth he could expect a scowling glare coming from Wilder’s direction.)

“Uh, YEAH.” Felix argued. “If they turn on him and start accusing him of being a Diole he’s basically in the same boat as us.”

The room went quiet for about two seconds. “I think that’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard you say.”

Felix crossed his arms defensively. “Well I’m not just gonna stand around and watch my friends die.” He snapped, levelling his stare.

“Yeah, like you helped him in the first place when he was dangling from Gunther’s grasp.” Wilder deadpanned.

That hit a nerve.

Felix narrowed his eyes. “I did more than you.”

“I’m guessing you weren’t running around the entire school.” Wilders eyes were practically slits at this point, his face twisted up in an angry scowl.

“I was actually helping Avil fight Gunther. Where were you, huh.”

“Maybe turning on all the taps and breaking the fucking pipes on the floor so my girlfriend could actually have water to use. By the time I got back all I saw you doing was getting your ass dragged away by your sister.”

“Maybe if you hadn’t run away from me I could’ve portalled us all to safety.” Felix glared back.

“Maybe you should’ve been doing something useful instead of being carried away while everyone else fought and ran away.” Wilder shot back pointedly.

“I WAS.”

“Woah guys, let’s all relax and focus on the bigger problem.” Una interrupted, reading over the newspaper again.

Felix scowled. His face was flushed red in anger, hands clenched, creasing the paper. Still, he obliged, biting back his urge to sock Wilder’s annoying, ugly face and going quiet.

“So is he like, good at anything?” Una asked again in regard to Adelio.

“He was really good at robotics and sports,” Felix remembered. “Uh, Gunther obliterated his arm though-“

“Oh!” Una did not think Adelio was really going to be of much help, but he didn’t say that. “Does he have family?” He asked, quickly changing the topic.

“Uh, I know he had a younger sister.”

“He had a mom.” Winola piped in.

“So a mom and a sister…. I don’t think they’d like to come down with him.”

“Well if they’re accusing him of being a Diole will he really have a choice?”

“Well instead of dragging him down here, the most logical thing to do is try to prove his innocence.” Alzena cut in, picking at her nails.

“And how are we gonna do that?” Wilder asked.

“We’ll probably have to do something that makes it look like we’re against him.” Akali said, leaning forwards.

“Wouldn’t that just make us look even worse to the public?”

“Well it’s not like they’ll be seeing us in a good light anytime soon.”

“So what’re we gonna do, attack his family?” Wilder evidently thought this was a terrible idea.

“No, we just have to make a scene.”

“Like what?” Felix asked with a frown. He was willing to do whatever it took to keep Adelio safe, but to completely ostracize himself from his former friend wasn’t his favourite plan. Adelio was the only one that seemed to be on their side since the Winter Concert. He wasn’t exactly ready to throw that away.

“Maybe we should just talk to them first.” Nyssa suggested.

“What, do I just portal to him-”

“Well that’s our only way to get to Adelio if any of you guys wanna salvage your relationship with him.”

“Well then, looks like you guys are gonna go for a little trip!” Una grinned.

Felix couldn’t help the excitement that came from those words. For the first time in months, he was going to leave the constraints of the base and go back out into the real world again. He was going to see Adelio again. He hadn’t even really realized it, but he missed them. After all this time of assuming they were dead, he was relieved to find out that they were okay and alive. Glad that they would get to see each other again, to talk again.

“So who’s going?” Alzena asked.

“Me.” Felix’s answer was instant, albeit obvious.

“I’ll go.” Winola offered.

“I wanna go.” Maddox said.

“Then I’ll go too.” Alzena added.

“I think four people is good, we don’t wanna draw too much attention.” Una said.

“Are we going now?” Alzena asked, looking towards Felix expectantly.

Felix stood up with a nod. “The sooner the better.”

“Let’s hope he’s home.” She mumbled, standing up and walking towards him.

Together, the four of them disappeared through the portal.

When they reappeared on the other side, they stood in the middle of Adelio’s little home, greeted by a comfy atmosphere, warm decorations, and a little altar in the corner. It was a stark difference to the base; dark, cold, encrusted with dried rust-brown blood from floor to ceiling, inescapable no matter what room you turned into. Adelio’s house was soft and welcoming, somewhere comfortable you could relax in. It was… calm. The exact opposite Felix had come to expect in his daily life. It was a nice change, he thought. Slowly, he glanced around, taking a few steps inside.

A bullet whipped past his head.

It collided into the wall with a loud bang, the sound of glass shattering instantly breaking Felix’s illusion of peace. “What are you doing here?! Get out!” A voice screamed.

Felix flinched, eyes darting towards the sound of the voice. Adelio’s sweet mom stood in the hallway, although she did not look so sweet when she had a gun levelled at their heads, her face set with a fiery determination that froze all of them in place.

Felix stared at her with wide eyes, too shocked to move, absolutely frozen in fear as he stared down the barrel of the gun. Out of all the possible scenarios he had been expecting, it certainly hadn’t been this.

Ms. Castro’s gaze flickered around the room, scanning each of their faces before landing on Winola. For a split second, her expression wavered, her eyes going wide, before hardening again. “I said what are you doing here?!” She repeated, her finger tightening around the trigger.

That broke Felix out of his stupor. “Uh, we’re here for, uhm, Adelio.” He mumbled, his voice coming out shakier than he would have liked to admit. “We got his uh, message.”

“Why did you come now?” Her eyes narrowed as she sharply enunciated the last word.

“Uh, we think he might be in danger.” Felix said, eying her gun nervously. “I’m sorry. I don’t- I didn’t have any other way of reaching them.”

“You THINK?”

A large crash, followed by an explosion, sounded from outside.

Their heads all snapped towards the noise. What…?

“Follow me.” Ms. Castro mumbled, before turning and sprinting down the hall.

She led them towards the basement door, quickly swinging it open and ushering them to go down. “You kids chose the worst time to come.”

“What’s going on?” Alzena asked, running down the stairs after her.

“Diole attack.”

“Where’s Adelio?” Maddox asked.

Ms. Castro fell silent.

Felix’s stomach filled with dread and he turned to stare at her with a horrified look. Were they already too late…?

“Do you need to send him a message?” She asked.

“Is he… alive?” Felix asked uncertainly, fearing the worst. This wasn’t going at all how he had expected. He hadn’t even considered the thought of a Diole attack - and all of them were definitely not prepared for one.

“Yes, he’s fine.” Ms. Castro replied. “Do you need to send him a message?”

“Where is he?” Felix asked, relief flooding through his veins.

“You don’t need to know that.” Ms. Castro snapped.

“Sorry.” Felix mumbled, glancing around. “We came here because we thought he might be in danger after the whole interview, but uh-“ He cut himself off. Diole attacks were most definitely worse.

A large crash resounded through the house.

Ms. Castro’s eyes flickered towards the basement door, her grip on the gun tightening. “Are you good guys?”

Felix hesitantly nodded yes.

“Then go get rid of the Dioles upstairs. You can talk to Adelio if you do that.”

Felix didn’t wait to be told twice. He quickly spun on his heels, sprinting back up the stairs, Winola at his feet.

Alzena turned to Maddox hesitantly, looking doubtful about so recklessly running into battle without even an idea about what they were getting themselves into; nonetheless, the two of them turned their backs on Ms. Castro and followed Felix and Winola upstairs.

Felix crashed through the door, not even having the time to blink or catch his bearings before a blade went flying at his head.

He managed to open a portal in the split-second before he was reduced to a headless body abandoned in the rubble, sending the blade flying towards his attacker. But just as fast as he dodged it, several more blades filled its place, shooting towards him.

Felix opened up another portal, larger this time, sending the blades out into the void. Before more could come flying towards him, he slipped through another portal, dropping down next to who - or what - was sending the knives towards him.

A fist went flying at his face the second he landed. Felix’s reflexes kicked in, a portal redirecting the punch before he even really had time to think about what he was doing. Smoke and debris filled the room, clouding his vision and making it hard to focus. He couldn’t see anything in this dust, much less where the attacker was.

He slipped into another portal before they could advance again, landing squarely on their back, his arms wrapping around their neck and starting to squeeze.

In an instant he felt something sharp dig into his side. Felix sucked in a sharp breath, blood seeping through his shirt. Fuck.

He portalled a knife into his hand, slashing it across their face with all his strength. It was as if their head was made of pure rock, chipping away at the blade. His attack hadn’t even seemed to affect them in the slightest. “That’s not a nice way to greet old friends, is it now, Felix?”

Felix’s blood ran cold. He stumbled away, his eyes going wide. That voice….

He knew that voice. He didn’t think it was one he’d ever forget, not as long as he lived. It was a voice he hadn’t heard in a long time, a voice that haunted his dreams and nightmares. A voice that he hadn’t heard since….

No. No. It couldn’t be possible. It couldn’t really be-

Felix’s head felt foggy as he slowly crept away, terror driving his actions, screaming at him to run, just run far, far away. He couldn’t seem to control his legs, stuck between the urge to run and to fight. His heart pattered in his chest, the sound of its rhythmic beats so loud that it drowned out all sounds of fighting and explosions around him.

“Man, I thought you’d be a little more excited to see me.” They - no, Felix corrected himself, he - sounded almost disappointed.

Felix’s instincts took over at the sound of his voice again, a portal slicing through his stomach. The shadowy figure making its way through the dust did not lurch, did not give the slightest indication it could even feel the portal. Felix couldn’t even hear it pass through skin.

Slowly, the smoke started to clear….

Felix was met with bright green eyes towering over him. The same bright green eyes he remembered so clearly. The bright green eyes he thought he’d never have to see again, not alive. Green eyes that drove pure terror through his veins. Green eyes that belonged to the one person who ripped everything away from him.

Gunther stood before him, Kuali’i at his side.

“Surprised?” He grinned down at the four of them, taking in their four matching expressions of horror with delight.

He looked different from when they last saw him. Though his hair was the same style and length, still the wispy black-and-white mullet Felix used to think was so cool (just like everything else about Gunther), countless jagged scars now littered his body. Almost every inch of visible skin was marred by them. Not only that, but his hands looked rough and more calloused than before, and his left eye was glassy and disfigured.

“You-“ The words died on his tongue.

Felix was frozen to the spot, shock seeping into his core. He should’ve been running, should’ve been fighting, yet he found himself stuck, unable to move. When he finally managed to drag his mouth from off from where it hung at his feet, his voice came out as shaky and weak, more a question than a statement, trembling and choking over his words. “You’re supposed to be DEAD.”

“You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did ya?” Gunther said with another grin, as if this whole thing was almost amusing to him.

Taking advantage of their shock, he transformed his arm, swiftly attacking all of them.

Felix disappeared through a portal, only to be caught by a knife to the gut the second he appeared on the other side. Kuali’i stared down at him, his pale red eyes emotionless.

Felix portalled another knife to his hand, aiming a shot back at his ex-friend. “What are you doing here?!” He screamed, anger boiling to the surface. Gunther was supposed to be gone, he was supposed to be dead. Why did he have to come back, why now? Why couldn’t just one thing go right in Felix’s life for once? “Vincent said you planned to get yourself killed! Why the fuck are you still here?!”

Kuali’i dodged Felix’s attack, aiming a punch at his face. He was a lot stronger and agile than he remembered. Despite Felix’s months and months of training at the base - with two former Top Five’s at that - he was still easily overpowered by him.

“We’re on a mission, aren’t we Kuali’i?” Gunther smiled and turned away from Winola to look at his partner, but Kuali’i didn’t even so much as acknowledge that he spoke, staying stone-faced.

Felix opened a portal to deflect Kuali’i’s punch back onto him, but Kuali’i quickly retracted his hand before he could hit himself. “How the fuck are you alive?” Felix screamed at Gunther. “January crushed you!”

“We all have our own little secrets.” Gunther said with a small grin, advancing into Alzena and Maddox now that he was finished with Winola.

Kuali’i swept Felix’s feet from under him, and he fell into a portal, landing back onto Kuali’i’s shoulders. He wasted no time, attempting to slit his neck in one swift motion.

Kuali’i dodged again. The rate he was moving at seemed to be impossible.

Gunther started to pummel Alzena and Maddox. They were no match against him, not even having the strength to block his repeated attacks.

Felix aimed a portal at Kuali’i’s leg, attempting to mutilate it into his shoulder, but Kuali’i, once again, effortlessly dodged. He swung Felix off of his back and punched him in the face, a large crack resounding as his fist made contact with his head. Felix stumbled back, managing to fall into a portal, but blood poured into his eyes, making it impossible to see. He glanced around wildly, disoriented. They were going to die.

He hastily opened up a portal for the four of them to escape through. He could get Adelio and his family to safety as soon as they arrived at the base, but even with the four of them against only two, they were greatly overpowered. They had to get out of here.

A hand closed around his neck.

Gunther grabbed him and Alzena by their throats before they could crawl away. Just as fast, Kuali’i surged forwards, grabbing Winola and kicking Maddox, knocking him over and resting his foot atop his head. Maddox groaned, blood smeared across his face, gushing out of his nose and dripping onto the ground beside him.

“You think you can get away that easily?” Gunther asked, his voice low, grinning widely.

Felix created a portal through his hand in a desperate attempt to get away, but it simply flashed before him, passing through Gunther’s wrist, almost as if there was nothing to chop off in the first place.

“I’m gonna finish what I started.” Gunther’s eyes darkened as his grip on them tightened. Felix could hear Winola gasping for breath behind him as Kuali’i strangled her, simultaneously crushing Maddox’s head under his foot.

Felix was trapped.

It was as if he was back in the crumbling remains of the school, the sounds of screaming and gunfire echoing around him as rubble rained down in the audience, Gunther’s claws closing around him and squeezing.

He felt just as puny and helpless as he did nine months ago, as if no time has passed at all since he’d left the burning crisps of Diantha Rose High School. He was still the useless, weak kid desperately fighting a losing battle against someone he would never be able to beat. The hours and hours he spent training meant nothing, not against Gunther’s pure power and strength. He was nothing against him.

His vision started to blur, Gunther’s grinning face fading in and out of focus as he choked, clawing at his neck in pure desperation.

Everything started to go black, his arms falling limply at his side. I can’t breathe I can’t breathe I can’t-

“Stand back Gunther, Kuali’i.”

A voice boomed through the sounds of screaming and falling debris. Suddenly the pressure on Felix’s neck ceased, as he collapsed on the ground in a heap, choking and heaving for air alongside Alzena. Gunther and Kuali’i immediately stepped back, looking towards the voice obediently.

Felix weakly scrambled over to Maddox and Winola. They were both bleeding and out of it, Gunther and Kuali’i’s combined attacks leaving them curled up on the ground, barely conscious, but fortunately - alive.

“Are you Dioles?” The voice called out through the dust. The air grew colder as they stepped closer and closer to the group.

“Yes.” Felix coughed out, looking shakily towards the voice.

Blood and smoke clouded his vision, making the figure appear foggy as they continued to approach them through the debris. “Come with us.”

Felix slung Maddox and Winola across his shoulders, letting out a hysterical laugh.

They stood there, staring at him for a moment before their gaze flickered around the ruins of Adelio’s home. “Kuali’i, check upstairs. Gunther, go to the basement.” Their gaze returned to Felix’s shaking, bloodied body. “Why do you laugh?”

Felix picked up Alzena last. “I’m not going to Paradise with you.” He sneered, spitting Paradise like the word was made of pure poison.

“Suit yourselves.” Whoever this was didn’t seem to want to fight. Instead, they turned their back on the group and made their way back outside into the sunny street.

Felix was happy to leave the stranger behind. He portalled to Ms. Castro, landing in the basement again.

He collapsed, Alzena, Maddox and Winola tumbling from his arms, his body too beat-up and bruised to bear their weight any longer.

Gunfire rang out from in front of him, bullets zipping in all directions. Ms. Castro had her gun held up high, as she fired bullet after bullet at Gunther.

Felix quickly dropped Maddox, Alzena and Winola into a portal, safely transporting them back to the base before staggering forwards to help Ms. Castro.

The bullets just kept passing through Gunther, colliding with the wall behind him and leaving behind no real damage. He laughed, looking back at Felix with a wide smile before attacking Ms. Castro.

Before Felix could properly register what he was doing, he was leaping in between the two of them, roughly shoving Ms. Castro into a portal, using his body to shield her from the attack.

A tentacle impaled Felix straight through his stomach.

He let out an ear-piercing scream. Every nerve in his body lit up on fire, pain shooting through his torso, exploding across his body.

The tentacle disappeared, leaving him with a giant, gaping hole inside of him. Felix gagged, gasping for breath, as his legs finally buckled from underneath him. With the last bit of his strength, he opened a portal, leaving behind Gunther and Adelio as he fell into the base.

“GUNTHER.” He rasped, collapsing onto the ground into a ball, coughing and gasping for air as blood gushed out of him from all directions. He could feel himself fading away, could feel himself dying.

His eyes started to roll up into his head, and with his last seconds of consciousness, he managed to choke out three words.

“GUNTHER IS ALIVE.”

Winola belongs to @sleepsloooop || Una, Adelio, Wilder, Shehani, Akali, Alzena, Nyssa, Maddox, Ms Castro, Gunther, Kuali’i, and Seijun belong to @jiphenn

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ansbobcar · 5 months ago

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I made Agito Headcanons

ummm I forgot ur name user who slipped into my dms it was like @urujsj387 or 389. I hope you enjoy this yappery. I tried my best warnings. this got my ocs in it. implied gay tension. that's it ngl. agito level stuff.

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Amongst those who hadn't retired from Ryoh's debut as DV, Agito was incredibly unfavoured to be a Divine Visionary by many staff members and by the public. Even moreso than Renatus Revol. This is due to how problematic his cases of magic manslaughter were.

Atleast Renatus had a one and done case. (read here) Agito?

His cases were so bad that only 2 people were able to subdue him without losing their life. Sears Onoji, when he was younger, and Rinka Ontarin, when he became Divine Visionary. That's due to the use of Absolutum Tranquilier, a calming spell only used to subdue rogue magical creatures with a 100% guaranteed effect.

He had over 50 cases written and covered by Sears compared to the 10 cases Rinka had to deal with. (Don't let the numbers fool you. They were both of equal magnitude.)

Sears is the one who did the paperwork (and paid) to make Hippo-tan his pet dragon since the cost of it can make you go into debt. Otherwise it's punishable by law to keep a dragon as a pet or companion. Even moreso if it's a Professional Dragon since it violates the contract/license. (read here)

In order to stay by Agito's side, Hippo-tan became a Professional Dragon for the Bureau as his assistant when he became DV. (Conveniently enough, there was a slot open to become one.) Yes it's possible to be a pet dragon and have a job.

Yes. There is a policy which forbids non Professional Dragons (tied to the Bureau) from entering the grounds. It's weird but that's the reason nobody bats an eye about Hippo-tan. Unless you're a new staff member.

_ _ _

He feels rather grateful for receiving Sears Onoji's aide and support even when the man retired from his duties. Although he's seen as a cold and cruel person with a nickname such as "Mr. Fear", he's oddly forgiving of the problem child with a higher kill count than himself.

You would think that because Sears covered for his problems Agito and Rinka would get along or absolutely despise each other as children, and you would be terribly mistaken.

They never encountered each other until she had to oversee the Walkis candidates and their interviews during his 1st year. However, she is on familiar terms with Hippo-tan.

So... it's awkward.

(more stuff to do with rinka's relationship with agito here)

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As a child, Agito was naturally able to do wandless casting at will. However, it was destructive so he was beaten into using a wand in order to control him output. As you might have guessed, this was ineffective.

This boils down to how he bottles up emotions and let's it explode or when he's extremely stressed and pushed to a wall. He doesn't explode physically, his magic output does and in tandem often chants lethal spells. That's why manslaughter cases... are common with him. Whether it's animals, magical creatures, people, elves, giants, etc. As a person, he needs therapy, which was never given to him.

The closest he could get was in the form of a pet (Hippo-tan) to divert his bottled feelings, and by being affected by someone who excelled in mental manipulation spells, like Sears Onoji.

As of now, he is unable to willingly cast magic without a wand (thank Sears for that).

Currently, his control of magic output is being magically restrained by 2 people:

Renatus and Rinka.

Renatus is able to temporarily lift the restraints at will for a maximum of 3 hours. He is unable to modulate Agito's maximimum output like Rinka can. However, this limits the immortal's own maximum output that he gains from being the Vessel of Thanatos.

Rinka is the one who suggested and was later convinced to put the magical restraints on him for the safety and peace of mind. This also limits her maximum output but she doesn't mind if it's for good reason. Unlike Renatus, Rinka is able to lift the restraints at will and modulate the output but she only willingly does the latter when necessary.

Why?

That's because of how the seal is undone and voluntarily placed back.

The easiest way to describe it is that you have to kiss the face. And so far the only other person who can actively survive Agito's crazy output and not die of embarassment doing it is Renatus. (Where's Ryoh? Ryoh doesn't know jackshit about mental manipulation spells. What about Kaldo? Yeah no.)

(Yes this means I ship Renatus and Agito together... whatever they have is more complicated than I could write.)

_ _ _

Even to the present day and post canon timeline, he isn't well liked by the public and often avoids news reporters and even staff dinners.

He enjoys doing the teambuilding workshops Mary Shawn, head of HR (or star staff from Magical Talent), conducts monthly for the Divine Visionaries.

He's a nerd? geek? about animals and magical creatures as a whole. He hasn't seen anyone match his level of obsession as Darren Randel, the troublesome girl Rinka has to manage since her parents could not be bothered to.

Agito doesn't know Common Communication Draconic (a learnable language between Humans and Dragons, read more here). He is able to communicate with dragons and animals through his personal magic, Dragons, but he needs to be physically touching them in order for it to work.

Magical creatures and animals on land, sort of avoid him because of his vibes. He's on better terms with sea creatures since his unapproachable aura diminishes when he's in the water.

He sort of wants Darren to be his (second) assistant since she is incredibly approachable to most creatures and even people (so they don't avoid him) but she becomes Rayne's assistant after graduating so... better luck next time!

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Thank you for listening to this ted talk. I need to figure out Sophinaaaaa.

#mashle #mashle: magic and muscles #mashle oc #divine visionaries #for future reference #agito tyrone #mashle fanfic idea #mashle x oc #mashle fanfic #renatus revol #mashle headcanons #mashle fanon lore #YUHHHH

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waywardxrhea · 1 year ago

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Part two - The Tesseract

[slow burn romance between you, a SHIELD investigative journalist, and Steve Rogers]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, smut later on.

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Word count: 5.3k

A new threat emerges when Loki gets his hands on the Tesseract.

A few days later, you were on your way to a facility in Nevada where work was being done on a celestial object called the Tesseract that has been taken into SHIELD custody. While you drove, your work phone began ringing. You looked at the contact and saw that it was Maria calling so you held the phone between your shoulder and ear, saying, "Hey Maria, do you have more intel for me before I get there?"

"No, I'm calling you to tell you to turn back," she replied with a tone of seriousness indicating that this wasn't a leisurely phone call at all.

"Turn back? Why?" you asked, curiosity and worry filling your mind.

"This thing is emitting tons of energy so we've called an evac. We don't know when or if it'll blow but if it does we also don't know if there's a safe distance to be away from it. I need you to turn around right now."

"Oh wow," you whispered, "and I can't help with the evac? I'm almost there."

"No. It isn't safe here right now. You have intel on too many missions to get hurt or compromised tonight," Maria told you.

You slowed your rental car down as you saw a fleet of SHIELD trucks passing by quickly. "Okay, but you all stay safe in there, got it?"

"Got it," Maria replied. "I'll call you after with updates. Fury will probably have you interview those present afterward for an article so be ready for that."

"I'll be all over it," you told her as you turned the car around. You tried to make light of the situation by saying, "Well since we already flew out to Nevada, how's a trip to Vegas afterward sound?"

On the other end of the call, Maria laughed a bit before saying, "I'm gonna try and survive this situation first. If I'm lucky enough to make it out then sure, I'll try my luck in Vegas."

"Sounds like a plan, stay safe," you said.

"Always am," Maria replied before hanging up the phone.

You began driving in the opposite direction of the facility and then the ground started to rumble. You took the road you came in on and after a couple of miles, in your rearview mirror, you saw an explosion in the air! A bad feeling began to fill your gut and you decided to whip the car around to see what was the cause of the explosion.

While speeding back, you saw one of the facility trucks making its way through the sand and then a lone figure in the dark. You cautiously made your way over to the figure and hit the brakes when you saw that it was Director Fury.

You rolled down the window, calling out, "What the hell just happened? Are you okay Director?"

Fury ran to the other side of the car and jumped in, asking, "Did you see a truck heading that direction?"

"Yes sir," you replied.

"Floor it," he said, buckling in.

"On it." You slammed your foot on the pedal and turned in the direction you saw the truck driving. "Is Maria okay?"

"Hill's fine," Fury said while looking out the window. "She's stuck in the rubble right now but she's alive which is what matters."

"Of course sir," you agreed as you sped along the road.

After a few minutes of not seeing anything in the sand, Fury shook his head, mumbling, "We aren't gonna find them this way..."

"Do you not have a chopper, sir?"

"Agent, that's what exploded back there," he told you sharply. "That lunatic blasted me out of the air."

"I see," you replied timidly. Your mind was filled with questions about who shot him out of the sky, of what exactly was going on, and wanting to know how you could help, but before you could ask any of them, Fury was already on his walkie with Agent Coulson setting up a meeting point. They quickly met up at the set location and Fury told you to head out to your hotel for the night, effectively ending your involvement in the mission.

After regrouping in New York and getting a file together, Fury asked you to come with him to talk with Captain Rogers about the mission SHIELD had begun to get the Tesseract back. As you both walked down the hall towards the facility gym, you heard the sound of a punching bag being beat to death. At this sound, Fury said, "You go in there first. Get him talking and in a better mood before I head in there asking him to suit up again after all these years."

"Yes sir," you said with a nod before walking quietly into the gym. You watched as Captain Rogers punched the bag with all his might, sweat dripping from his body from the exertion. He dealt a final blow that sent the bag flying off of its hook and across the room. After giving him a second to breathe, you asked, "Wanna talk about it?"

He didn't look at you as he replied, "What's there to talk about? It's been almost seventy years since I was last conscious. All my friends are dead, I have no idea how to operate in this world, and everyone is acting like this is such a normal thing and that it's just supposed to be fine. You all expect me to be okay and act as if nothing happened!"

You processed the words for a few moments before telling him, "Captain Rogers, that's what I'm here for. I'm here to help you navigate this whole situation. The world is scary and overwhelming even to me sometimes, so maybe I can try and empathize with you to help you get through it all. And I know you probably aren't okay right now and that you'll need time. I understand needing time to heal from the hurt."

"I appreciate the sentiment, but I'm not sure empathizing will work out. We seem to be in very different situations here," he said with a bit of hostility in his voice.

"Well I'm afraid you don't have any other choice, Cap," you told him while sitting down on the ground and leaning against a support column. "I'll give you all the time you need, but you're stuck with me." You ended your statement with a small laugh and a smile to ease the tension.

Captain Rogers sighed as he set up another punching bag. "Can I at least have a few more days to wrap my head around everything?"

When he asked this, Director Fury emerged into the room, telling him, "In those days you should be out taking time to see how the world has evolved. The best way to wrap your head around it all is to immerse yourself in it."

Captain Rogers looked at him and said, "When I went under, the world was at war. When I wake up they say we won. They didn't say what we lost."

"We've made a few mistakes along the way," Fury replied, "some very recently."

He looked between you and Fury and asked, "So this is about a mission isn't it?"

You put your hands up defensively, telling him, "I'm genuinely wanting to help you out here, Cap."

"But I do have a mission for you," Fury told him.

"This another way to get me back in the world?"

"Well, we're trying to save it," Fury replied while handing him a file.

Rogers looked at the file and said, "HYDRA's secret weapon..."

Fury nodded, telling him, "Howard Stark fished that out of the ocean when he was looking for you. He thought that the Tesseract could be the key to unlimited sustainable energy."

Emma piped in quickly, adding, "That's something the world nowadays really needs."

Captain Rogers handed the folder back to Fury and asked, "Who took it?"

"They call him Loki. He's...not from around here," Fury told him. "There's a lot we'll need to bring you up to speed on if you're in. The world's gotten a lot stranger than you remember."

"I doubt anything would surprise me at this point," Rogers said with a sigh.

Fury gave him a look and told him, "Ten bucks says you're wrong." He continued telling Captain Rogers about the file and asking him some questions as he left the gym. When he was out of sight, Fury returned and you got up off the floor to stand with him. "I want you running report on this one, Agent. It'll be a big op and I need my best eyes on it."

"Yes sir. On your orders," you replied.

"I'll get someone to deliver an intel file to your place ASAP. Expect it tonight."

"Yes sir," you told him.

You made your way to your apartment to make dinner for yourself while listening to music and dancing away the nerves the day had build up. After you finished your meal, there was a knock at the door and something was slipped under.

You stood up to check it out and saw the file was labeled "top-secret mission." You cracked open the door to see if anyone was still outside but saw no one. Closing and locking the door once more, you switched your playlist to classical music so you could concentrate while reading the file.

A few days later, you were in a jet with Captain Rogers and Agent Coulson heading to the SHIELD helicarrier to meet up with the team that Director Fury put together. You listened in on the conversation between the men with half an ear while you looked into the additional information you were given for the day.

You heard Coulson refer to Stephen Hawking and Cap gave him a look of confusion. So you spoke up, informing him, "He's a really smart scientist. I'll add that onto the list of things to show you."

Rogers nodded before returning his attention to Agent Coulson. "I've got to say, it's an honor to officially meet you, I mean, I kinda met you, I watched you when you were still asleep," Coulson told him with a giddy smile before realizing what he said and stammering out, "I mean not in a weird way, I meant that I was there watching to see when you woke up."

You chuckled and piped in, "I was too, it isn't weird, Cap. You were a highly anticipated guest to the agency."

Coulson breathed a sigh of relief and mouthed a thank you to you for helping out. The two men made their way to look out the front of the jet and Steve said to him, "I just hope I'm the man for the job."

"You are. For sure," Coulson replied quickly. He was quiet for a few seconds before telling him, "We made some modifications to the uniform for you."

"The uniform? The stars and stripes aren't a little...old fashioned now?" Cap asked.

"With everything happening right now and what's going to happen, I think the country needs a little old-fashioned."

You nodded as Captain Rogers looked at you for reassurance. "You'd be surprised how many people would rather live back in the time you're from. Or, well, roughly around there. I'm one of them myself. I'd have preferred to have lived a simple life back in the '50s."

Captain Rogers nodded in response and the three of you made small talk for the rest of the trip. The whole time though, he couldn't get his mind off of what could have been if he hadn't crashed the plane into the ice all those years ago... He could have lived a simple life with Peggy, had kids, watched them grow up, but that opportunity was taken away from him.

When you all landed on the SHIELD carrier, Agent Coulson introduced Captain Rogers to Natasha Romanoff, one of the best spies in the business. After their introductions, Romanoff told Coulson, "You better get in there, they're starting the face trace."

Coulson nodded and told you, "Follow me."

"Yes sir," you replied. You gave a small wave to Romanoff and Captain Rogers before following beside Agent Coulson.

When the two of you were out of earshot of the others, Coulson told you, "Again thank you for jumping in to save me earlier. I couldn't find the right words to say and any filter I had just went out the window when I started talking to him."

You laughed lightly, telling him, "It was no problem, I know the feeling all too well." You paused for a moment before asking teasingly, "Are you a big fan of Captain America or something, Coulson?"

He returned the laugh and nodded, replying, "You can say that." He looked around subtly to make sure no one else was there before asking, "Between you and me, do you think he'd want to sign my vintage trading cards? I ask because out of everyone so far, you're closest with him."

"I'd hardly say we're close yet, but I am the one who has spent the most time with him. I say maybe wait a little bit for that ask, he's still wrapping his head around the fact that he's in 2012 right now. When all this Tesseract stuff is dealt with, maybe then."

"Got it," he replied as you both emerged into the meeting area where Fury and Maria were waiting.

"Agents," Fury said curtly as you approached.

"Director Fury," you both responded.

"Thank you two for getting Captain Rogers here in one piece. Now, Coulson, I need you to get with the other agents to talk about the game plan for the upcoming mission and monitor the face trace." He turned to you and said, "There's a computer set up with all your programs for reporting as well as your surveillance drone for when the need arises. For this particular trip, I need you to document important points brought up by the team I have gathered as well as anything important that happens in the search for Loki. Are both of you clear on your instructions?"

"Yes sir," you both replied before setting off in opposite directions to your stations.

After setting up and getting your laptop and tablet up and running, you began making rounds of the ship to see where to start on your documentation. When you got to the room where agents were running facial recognition for Loki, you heard Agent Coulson talking with Captain Rogers about signing his card collection. You laughed to yourself and continued observing from the sidelines of the room, trying to be as unnoticeable as possible to the room's occupants.

Action finally began as one of the agents got a match to Loki in Germany. The craft immediately shifted course to its new destination and as if on cue, Director Fury entered the room and announced, "You're up, Cap."

Captain Rogers nodded and followed Fury to where his new and improved suit was being stored. You followed loosely behind so you could get Cap's initial reaction to being back in uniform for the first time. After a few minutes, he emerged into the hall clad in red, white, and blue with his shield all polished up and new-looking.

You let out a low whistle at the sight of the shield and said, "Now that is a nice looking shield." Captain Rogers chuckled a bit and you asked, "For the record, how's the new suit feel?"

"It feels...new, yet old-fashioned at the same time," he replied. He looked around and added, "Off the books though, between you and me, it's a bit bright."

You laughed and said, "Your secret's safe with me. Now, can you tell me what you're getting suited up for?"

"Aren't you supposed to know everything, Agent?"

"For documentation purposes, it's just better to have direct quotes, Captain," you told him. He nodded and gave her the information Fury gave to him as you both walked down the hall to prepare for the mission.

Once the ship was closer to Germany, a select few SHIELD agents prepared to depart the craft with Captain Rogers: you being one of them. As all the other agents were getting suited up to go, you ran some tests to make sure your drone was working for capturing the footage. As you did this, Maria walked up behind you and asked, "Are you clear on your orders of where to perch for documentation?"

"The building half a block down from the target on the roof. Stay there unless fire comes directly at me and if it does, look for another agent for cover or the rescue team," you replied without looking up. You finally made eye contact when all your systems are active, telling her, "This isn't my first time doing this, Maria."

"I know but it always worries me when someone goes into the field unarmed, especially when it's my best friend," she replied. "Why don't you carry again? I feel like we should make that mandatory for all field agents... I can take you to a range and teach you, I think you'll catch on pretty quick."

You laughs and told her, "It's not that I can't because trust me I can. It's just that I don't want to and don't feel the need to. I've never been targeted in the field and taking someone's life just...doesn't sound appealing to me."

Maria sighed and said, "You haven't been targeted yet, but one day you will be and it's not gonna end well because you won't be armed."

Captain Rogers walked up to the pair and said, "Sorry to interrupt, but I have to steal her away for the mission."

Maria nodded and told you, "Stay safe."

"You know I will!" you called over your shoulder as you walked away.

Maria laughed as she shouted back, "Uh-huh, next time you're taking a gun!"

Before the group of agents got onto a couple of small aircraft to descend into Germany, you gave them all earpieces that would transmit into your computer for use later. You slipped yours in after getting Cap's ready and asked him to test the audio on his end. "Testing, testing, this is Captain Steven Rogers," he said and the audio projects clearly into your laptop.

"Thank you," you said as you went on to test the other sets of the agents. When you all are above the drop zone, one of the other agents drops you off on your designated building before going off to his patrol area for if things with Captain Rogers go badly.

Once settled on the roof, you fired up your drone and put on the reflective plates so no one will be able to see it. You flew the drone over to the huge crowd that had been fenced in with Loki's magic and shook your head in sadness for the poor people that Loki was making kneel to him.

One man stood up in defiance and right as Loki was about to shoot a beam of power at him, Captain Rogers dropped down and protected the man with his shield. Cap started towards the gold-clad man and said, "You know, last time I was in Germany a man was standing above everybody and we didn't get along."

After a brief conversation between the two men, Agent Romanoff flew up in one of the stealth ships and aimed a gun at Loki. She used the speaker on the ship to say, "Loki, drop the weapon and stand down."

In response, Loki aimed his scepter at the ship with the intent to blast Romanoff out of the sky! Fighting ensued between Captain Rogers and Loki, with you flying your drone in closer to capture the action for the agents aboard the carrier.

After about a minute, a voice crackled into the headsets you were wearing, and in came the voice of Tony Stark asking, "Did you guys miss me?" In true Stark fashion, he began blaring AC/DC over the speakers of the jet Romanoff was in and you tried not to roll your eyes at the antics as you continued to film the encounter.

Captain Rogers and Loki looked into the sky, unsure what to think of the music when Stark flew in and knocked Loki to the ground. You captured the footage as Stark held out his hand armed with a blaster along with another blaster on his shoulder daring Loki to make a move. The man let the illusion of gold-clad clothes fade away as he put his hands up in surrender, seeming to accept his fate.

When Stark and Rogers got the man into their custody, you shut off your camera feed. You flew the drone back to your location right as a rescue craft came down to bring you and the other agents back to the carrier. Romanoff, Stark, Rogers, and Loki are in one ship to fly back and you along with the other agents are in the second.

As the pilot navigated back to the SHIELD carrier, there was a spontaneous lightning storm that brewed up. As he flew though, you looked up from your laptop to glance out the front of the ship as he hit some turbulence. Over the jet's audio system came Director Fury's voice saying, "Agents, get out of that storm and to the carrier ASAP."

"Yes sir," the pilot responded as he sped the craft up and away from the others.

With eyebrows furrowed, you spoke up, asking, "Any reason we're straying from the other agents?"

In response, the pilot called back, "We're on direct orders from Fury to get out of the storm and to the carrier, I'm sure he told the others too. Don't worry Agent, the only thing you need to worry about is writing up your report."

"Yes sir," you replied and got back to your laptop. For the rest of the ride back to the carrier, you wrote up your report on the events of the mission that would be published for agency papers and online forums.

Upon arrival at the helicarrier, you promptly gave your file to another reporter to proofread it before publication. Before heading off to make your rounds, you noticed the other craft that carried Loki and the others had not arrived yet. "Hey, where'd the others go?" you asked Maria who was working at a set of computers.

"They had to take a quick detour, they should be heading back soon," she replied.

You nodded, saying, "Gotcha." You paused and told Maria mockingly, "See who didn't need a gun on her mission today?"

"You're really not gonna drop that are you?" Maria asked with a laugh as she looked up from her computer.

"I just like teasing you," you said with a quiet laugh. You were quiet for a moment before asking, "Now I'm going to talk with Doctor Banner, yes?"

"Correct," Maria replied before having her attention dragged elsewhere on the carrier.

So you proceeded to make your way to Doctor Banner's lab and gently knocked on the door when you arrived. Doctor Banner looked up and motioned for you to open the door. "Hello Doctor," you said with a smile. "I'm just here to document some of what you're doing to find the Tesseract and then I'll be out of your hair."

Doctor Banner nodded as you sat quietly in a corner of the lab. "Are you being this nice on purpose because you know what I can turn into or are you always this nice to people you observe?" Banner asked with a bit of defensiveness in his voice.

You were shocked at the question for a second before saying, "I usually do tend to be nice to people I interview, Doctor. Otherwise, I wouldn't get the substance I need for an article. You can just continue as normal, maybe just speak out loud what you're doing or catch me up to speed in layman's terms and we'll be good to go."

Doctor Banner smiled a bit at your kindness before diving into what he had been working on the whole day.

A little while later a troop of guards passed the lab with Loki in tow. You glanced up from your tablet when they did so and you caught a glimpse of Loki giving Doctor Banner a look. You shook your head and mumbled, "Man that guy seems like a lunatic...what was that about?"

Banner shook his head and responded, "He probably knows about the other guy and is trying to piss me off...it's all good though."

"If you need anything just tell me. I'm good with tech, but don't ask me to do anything sciency," you joked to ease the tension in the room. "I can also get you some tea or whatever else you may want."

"I think it's time to meet up with the others, thank you though," he told her and headed to the door of the lab.

You nodded and followed him to where the rest of the assembled team were in a meeting room. You sat in a corner away from everyone so you could just document and not interfere, after all, it wasn't your place to do so.

From the corner, you listened to the conversation between Fury and Loki through the monitor Agent Romanoff was streaming the feed through. By the sound of the conversation and the way Doctor Banner shrank his posture, you assumed the cage was originally designed for the Hulk.

After Fury and Loki's conversation ended, Banner joked, "He really grows on you, doesn't he?" You laughed to herself at the joke before continuing to listen, jotting down the highlights: the big highlight being that Loki claimed that he had an army from space that intended on helping him win power over Earth.

At this sentiment, Captain Rogers asked, "So this guy's got an army...from space?" Everyone nodded, shocked but not too mind-blown, but Captain Rogers shook his head in disbelief. You quickly tabbed over to a different document and made a note to tell him about the space race as well as show him some space-themed shows and movies.

The conversation continued for a bit before Tony Stark emerged into the room with Agent Coulson. Stark started speaking as if he was the only one in the room and in charge as per usual, giving orders to the flight crew who just stared at him. You shot Maria a look silently asking, Can he do that?

Maria shrugged before Stark announced, "That man is playing Galaga." This caused yet another confused look from Captain Rogers and you made a note to take him to an old-school arcade to learn about the start of video games.

Stark and Banner started speaking aloud about what Loki's minions were going to need for his plan to work, almost all of it going right over your head. You were relieved when after Stark praised Banner for "speaking English", Captain Rogers mumbled, "Is that what just happened?"

Stark then told Banner that he loved his scientific work along with how he turns into the Hulk and rampages everywhere. You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, remembering how your first assignment as a SHIELD reporter went horribly wrong because of him. Stark had never been the best at keeping his mouth shut then or now.

Fury strode into the room, announcing to Stark, "Doctor Banner is only here to track the cube. Nothing else. I was hoping you'd join him, Stark."

Captain Rogers jumped in, saying, “I'd start with that stick of his. It may be magical, but it looks an awful lot like a HYDRA weapon.”

Fury considered it for a second before saying, "I'm not so sure about that, but it is powered by the cube and I'd like to know how Loki used it to turn a couple of my best men into his personal flying monkeys."

"Monkeys?" Thor Odinson, the newest addition to the team, asked, "I do not understand."

"I do!" Captain Rogers interjected with a smile. "I understand that reference." You giggled and made a mental note to tell Cap about the new Wizard of Oz movie coming out next year.

A little while later, after taking a small break, you were wandering the halls to get to where Stark and Doctor Banner had set up shop to locate the Tesseract when you saw Captain Rogers forcing open a door that was locked via keypad. You scrunched your eyebrows together in confused and followed him, careful not to make any noise as you did.

You slipped through the crack in the door, glancing back to ensure that no one saw you, and found the fleeting figure of Captain Rogers climbing up some of the machinery and walkways. You sighed to yourself and looked around for a way to get up there without being a super-soldier...

After a few seconds, you spotted a dangling ladder and made your way to it, carefully scaling it. You quietly lifted yourself onto the walkway and spotted the Captain opening a box labeled classified. As you did, you cleared your throat and asked, "Whatcha doing there, Cap?"

Rogers jumped at the sudden voice behind him and took a fighting stance before realizing it was just you. He relaxed a bit, but still had his guard up while he asked you, "What the hell is this? What is SHIELD really?"

You had put your hands up when Captain Rogers had taken his fighting stance and kept them up as she replied, "I genuinely don't know what you're talking about, Cap. What's in that box?"

"Like you don't know. You're the top reporter at SHIELD, there's no way you don't know about this," he countered.

"Like I said, I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Rogers ignored this statement and continued his questions, stepping closer to you as he asked, "Are you working for HYDRA? Is all of SHIELD just a modern-day version of HYDRA?"

"Captain Rogers, listen to yourself, why would SHIELD be HYDRA? Plus, if I knew I was working for an organization like that I would have bailed out a long time ago! I know you dealt with HYDRA back dur-"

Suddenly, Captain Rogers lunged toward you, pinning your arms down to your side and covering your mouth with his hand. You struggled and tried to get out of his grip, but he had you held to his body too tightly. While you struggled, he leaned down and whispered, "Unless you want to get caught back here where we aren't supposed to be, I'd recommend you keep your mouth shut."

You nodded quickly, not knowing what was going on until you heard a pair of footsteps that were now retreating at a leisurely pace. When the sound was far enough away, Captain Rogers released you from his grip. "What the hell was that about?" you asks in a quiet shout.

"If you're a HYDRA agent, I couldn't have you calling for help," he told you.

"For the last time, Cap, I don't work for HYDRA! SHIELD doesn't either!"

"Well, how do you explain this then?" Captain Rogers asked. You scrunched her eyebrows together once again and went to the box that he pointed to as he asked his question. He continued his statement as you looked at the contents of the box, saying, "These are all HYDRA weapons of war. Tell me that doesn't look extremely suspicious on SHIELD's part."

"I will admit that does seem pretty suspicious..." you muttered, looking at the box with confusion in your eyes.

Captain Rogers evaluates your reaction and everything you had said before and asked, "So you really didn't know about these?"

"No, not at all. SHIELD is a huge organization that has so many secrets. I only know what I'm called to report on or document. I had no idea these existed."

"Well, I for one am going to confront Fury about these."

"Let me help."

"I think it's best if you don't," he told you while picking up one of the weapons to take as evidence.

"But Cap-" you tried.

He put his hand up in protest, telling you, "No bargaining. This is on me. We aren't supposed to be back here, so I think you should sneak back down and make sure no one sees you. That's an order."

You nods. You couldn't disobey direct orders from a superior. "Yes sir," you said before carefully making your way back to the main area of the ship. Captain Rogers made sure to wait a minute before following you down to ensure that you wouldn't get caught with him.

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AEW Collision 4/20/24

Nigel on Copeland winning the TNT Championship. "If at first you don't succeed, try again and again and again and again until you are finally able to steal what is rightfully someone else's." Lmao.

Adam Copeland, Mark Briscoe, and Eddie Kingston vs. Top Flight and Action Andretti -- Some nice exploder suplexes by Mark. Flippy stuff from Top Flight and Andretti. Dumb spot with all six guys colliding with lariats at the same time. Copeland with an impaler DDT. Mark with a Jay Driller on Darius. Backfist by Eddie, spear by Copeland, Froggy Bow by Mark on Dante, then Eddie covers Dante for the pinfall.

I honestly didn't like this at all. Technically, it was fine. But everyone was in the ring at the same time for a lot of the match, and that bothers me a lot more when the action is lackluster or not my taste like this. Rating: 2.5

House of Black show up on the screen after the match. Matthews says HOB will eradicate all their dreams at Dynasty. Black says HOB will dig so deep that they will feel like they are close to hell. And for people like himself and Copeland, hell is where the heart is.

Powerhouse Hobbs vs. CJ Esparza -- Hobbs squshes Esparza with slams on the apron and a torture rack. The ref stops the match. Rating: SQUASH

Callis on the mic. He says he was directly responsible for Omega winning the IWGP Heavyweight Championship. He says he was also responsible for the biggest match in the history of Japanese wrestling, Jericho/Omega at the Tokyo Dome in 2018, which set New Japan on a course to new heights and success, which they still enjoy to this day. He says when New Japan thanked him for this, he said he would need a favor in return one day. And he has cashed in all his favors to make Moxley vs. Hobbs next week a match the IWGP World Heavyweight Championship. That is so stupid. Hate that.

Jericho promo backstage. He apologizes for his conduct on Wednesday and for pushing Taz. He mentions his match with Hook for the FTW Championship at Dynasty. He says the Learning Tree is going to teach Hook one of the hardest lessons he will have to learn. A lesson in humility and losing something that means a lot to you.

The Gunns vs. The Acclaimed -- The Gunns try to leave, but Schiavone tells them that TK said they won't get their match at Dynasty tomorrow if they walk out tonight. Awkward. The Acclaimed jump them and land Scissor Me Timbers early on. Bowens with some nice rolling elbows, a fireman's carry neckbreaker on the knee, then a running knee on Colten for two. Colten lands a Fameasser on Bowens for two. The Gunns land a neckbreaker on Bowens for two. Caster tags in with a DVD on Colten. The Gunns land 3:10 to Yuma on Bowens, but Caster breaks up the pin with an elbow off the top. Colten rolls Bowens up and Jay hands him the bat and holds on for leverage for the pinfall.

This was a perfectly fine match. A lot better than I expected it to be, but still not really exciting in any way. Good, screwy finish. Rating: 3

Danielson interview backstage. He is asked about the Bunkhouse Brawl tonight and the match with Ospreay tomorrow. He says that sounds like a lot, but he feels alive. It seems like something is going on with the Don Callis Family. He wonders if Callis doesn't have quite as much faith in Ospreay as he says he does. He feels alive, because Takeshita dropped him on his head Wednesday, and tonight he gets to get revenge in a bunkhouse match. And tomorrow he gets to test himself against Ospreay, who calls himself one of the best in the world, and he gets to find out for himself. Ospreay comes in and tells Danielson that he has had nothing to do with any of the things the rest of the Callis Family has been doing. He says he wants Danielson at 100% for their match. Danielson says right. Ospreay says come on, Danielson has to believe him.

Excellent promo by Danielson as usual. Love to hear that man talk.

Toni Storm promo from Wednesday after Thunder Rosa's attack is shown. She wants to leave this in full color, so everyone can see exactly what Rosa has done to her. Rosa wants to be a hero? Wants to be a martyr? Wants to rally up the troops? There is nothing more disgusting than a wrestler who says they are not selfish. This is a business, this is not a charity. If Rosa wanted to uplift women, she should have stayed a social worker. Rosa doesn't want this title because she used to hold it. She wants it because of everything Storm made this title be, when Rosa could not. Rosa basks in the glow of the sun that shines right out of her ass. Rosa wants to drag her soul to hell? Rosa better check the address, sweetheart, because hell is in her bedroom and she makes love to her demons every night, and at Dynasty, Rosa can just watch.

Holy SHIT, what a promo. I am legit losing my mind over this. Hilarious, but serious at the same time. Legendary, career-defining promo.

Bryan Danielson and Claudio Castagnoli vs. Konosuke Takeshita and Kyle Fletcher (Bunkhouse Brawl) -- Fletcher and Takeshita jump Danielson and Claudio during their entrance. Claudio runs down the arena stairs with a lariat to Fletcher! Danielson slams Fletcher's head into the announce table! Takeshita takes a hammer to Claudio! Danielson wraps a cord around Fletcher's neck! Claudio swings Takeshita into a dropkick by Danielsion! Claudio locks in a Sharpshooter on Takeshita. Fletcher hurls a chair at Danielson's head, then lands something on Claudio inside. Fletcher with a thrust kick and a powerbomb on Claudio for two! Danielson is busted open, and Takeshita takes his fingers to the open wound. Fletcher nails Claudio with a hammer repeatedly. Fletcher hurls a chair at Claudio. Danielson and Takeshita trade elbows inside, Takeshita gets the best of it, sending Danielson outside. Takeshita goes for a brainbuster on the ramp again, but Danielson reverses into a DDT on the ramp! Claudio takes the hammer to Fletcher, then hurls him into the barricade, then slams his head into the steps repeatedly! Now Fletcher is bleeding. Claudio drapes Takeshita over the rope and holds him while Danielson lands a knee off the top to the back of his head/neck. Round kicks from Danielson to Takeshita, then a big round kick to the head! Danielson sets up for the Busaiku knee, but Fletcher grabs his foot from outside, and Takeshita lands a Helluva kick! Takeshita lands a German suplex on Claudio. Stereo brainbusters by Fletcher and Takeshita, then double covers for two. Takeshita goes for a rolling elbow with a steel chain around his arm, but Danielson blocks.

Double rear naked chokes, then stereo hammer and anvil elbows by Claudio and Danielson, then they transition into stereo LeBell locks! Hobbs comes in with spinebusters! Moxley comes out bald as hell to even the odds and take out Hobbs. Fletcher hands Danielson to Takeshita on the top, and Takeshita goes for a powerbomb onto a chair, but Danielson reverses into a rana off the top on Takeshita, sending him back-first onto a chair!!!! Geez! Claudio lands uppercuts and a lariat on Fletcher with a chain wrapped around his arm!! Claudio lands a senton off the apron on Takeshita outside! Danielson lands the Busaiku knee and locks in the LeBell lock with the chain around Fletcher's face for the submission!

That slapped!!!!!! Nonstop, violent action!! Perfect mix of outside-the-ring brawling, weapon spots, and inside-the-ring wrestling. I loved it all. Rating: 4

Danielson grabs a mic after the match. He says a lot of people are asking him why the hell he is doing a bunkhouse match the night before he wrestles Ospreay. It's because when some people think of heaven, they think of streets of gold, but that's not him. His spirit is a part of this. When he dies, his heaven will be standing in this ring, bleeding in front of all these people, having a whole crew of people trying to break his neck before he wrestles one of the best in the world, and telling them there's no way they can do it!! "Tomorrow, Will Ospreay, I am going to beat your ass." HELL YEAH!!!! There is nothing like a fired up Danielson promo. Cannot wait for this match!

Willow and Statlander promo backstage with Stokely. Statlander says you know what they are? Fired up. Fired up is long for FU. Stokely says where he comes from, FU means something different, so he will say FU to Brody and Julia. Willow asks if a confident champion takes a chain and hits their opponent days before a championship match? She doesn't think so. Willow says she is going to lift Julia up and powerbomb her through that mat. Because tomorrow, she's taking the TBS Championship, you bitch! Lol, this was good.

Skye Blue vs. Leyla Hirsch -- Hirsch reverses a Code Blue attempt into a running knee strike. Blue lands a hanging neckbreaker off the apron. Big elbows by Hirsch, then Blue with one of her own. Blue cartwheels into an elbow in the corner. Hirsch lands two nice suplexes, then a German suplex off the top! Hirsch goes to the top and falls. Blue lands a fireman's carry neckbreaker, then locks in a dragon sleeper for the submission. Short match, but solid action. Rating: 2.75

Kazuchika Okada and The Young Bucks vs. Pac and FTR -- Okada's arm hits the announce table early on. Okada and Dax trade uppercuts and elbows! Pac locks in the Brutalizer on Okada, but the Bucks break it up with stomps. Pac slams Okada's head into the apron and stomps on his throat on the floor!!! Nice!!! Okada and Matt pull Cash crotch-first into the ring post. Okada lands a slingshot senton over the ropes on Cash inside. Pac runs the ropes and lands a beautiful flying elbow, then a series of hard kicks, then a brainbuster on Nick for two! Pac lands a quick German suplex on Okada, then dives over the ropes onto the Bucks outside. Dax and Pac land an assisted spike piledriver on Okada for two! The Bucks stop a Black Arrow attempt by Pac, and Okada nails Pac with a big boot. Okada holds the ref, while the Bucks shove Pac into the ring steps and pummel him outside on the floor. They roll Pac inside, and Okada lands a nice flapjack. Pac with a vicious tilt-a-whirl backbreaker on Nick! Beautiful!!! Dax comes in with big jabs, a lariat, and nasty chops to Nick! Dax slingshots Nick off the ropes into Pac's hands, and Pac lands a German suplex, then Cash flies in with a jacknife on Nick for two! Nice sequence!!!! Dax ducks a superkick by Matt, Matt kicks Nick instead, Dax lands a DDT on Matt, then Okada comes in with a DDT on Dax!

Okada tells Dax to hit him!! Dax responds with vicious elbows to the jaw and chops to the chest! Okada dropkicks Dax! Dax ducks a Rainmaker attempt and locks in a Sharpshooter, but the Bucks break it up with superkicks!! Triple team running back elbow and double enziguris in the corner by Okada and the Bucks! Okada lands a neckbreaker on the knee, Nick lands a running knee strike, and Matt lands an elbow off the top on Dax and covers, but Cash breaks up the pin! Dax lands a superplex, Cash lands a frog splash off the top, and Pac lands a 450 off the top on Matt! Cash covers, but the others break up the pin! Superkicks by the Bucks, then they land Shatter Matchine on Pac for two! The Bucks land a BTE Trigger on Pac, but Cash breaks up the pin! FTR land Shatter Machine on Matt, but Okada and Nick pull Dax out of the ring. Superkick by Nick, and DDT on the floor by Okada!! Cash with a topé to the outside! Pac lands the Black Arrow on Matt inside for the pinfall!!

This was a really great match. Constant action from start to finish. I loved the exchanges between Okada and Pac, and cannot wait for their match at Dynasty. But I also loved the exchanges between Okada and Dax! What a nice, unexpected treat. Rating: 4

Okada and the Bucks try to attack Pac and FTR after the match. Daniel Garcia comes out to help Pac and FTR. Pac jumps on Okada's back with a hanging Brutalizer!! Okada drops to the mat, and Pac holds on until the Bucks pull Okada out of the ring! Pac and Okada stare at each other, Pac in the ring and Okada on the ramp!!! I AM SO EXCITED FOR THIS MATCH!!! AAAAHHH!!

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