#it feels like a satellite is gonna strike me down the second i hit post now

[malleleothreesome]

i wish tumblr was more like twitter where I could just scream my meaningless thoughts to the void inconsequentially whenever I want using short, haphazard text posts, but for some reason I have a deep, all-consuming fear of bothering my followers by filling their dash with low quality content. like theres a sense of foreboding that someone's gonna see my shitty text post and have it be the last straw before they unfollow me—I mean why dO I CARE... but i do...

[themadauthorshatter]

TOPPAT!CHARLES PART 6

HEY! HEY, YOU!

Don't scroll past this!

Why, you ask?

Simple.

TIME FOR TOPPAT!CHARLES PART 6!!!!!

Sorry if I scared you there, I'm just über excited for this one, I sincerely am, you have no idea!!! 

If you haven’t read the previous parts, you can find them RIGHT HERE: 

Part 1: 

Part 2: 

Part 3: 

Part 4: 

Part 5:

Previously on Toppat!Charles: Our pilot friend learned the hard way it's not a good idea to say 'no' to the Right Hand Man, and has accepted his offer. Meanwhile, Henry has been having nightmares of his different end selves disagreeing with his decision and chastising him for letting Charles get taken by Right.

HEADCANON/THEORY FOLLOWING OF THE CHAPTER: Watch this theory by Two Left Thumbs, and you'll know instantly. A hint, though, Ellie is dealing with this in her own way; she and Henry ARE connected in more ways than one😉: https://youtu.be/LjOCfKOqkic

Got that? FANTASTIC!!

LET'S DIVE RIGHT BACK IN!!!!

Henry walks down a hallway and toward a break room for breakfast; he, Ellie, and Charles do have an apartment, but the general wants them to stay until Charles is back home safely. 

It has been at least a few weeks since part 5, and that time, in addition to the nightmares, has taken its toll. Henry’s hair is messy, his clothes are wrinkled, and bags have formed under his eyes. 

As he reaches the doorway, someone is there to greet him. 

“Morning, Mr. Stickmin.” 

Bill Bullet sits at one of the tables, having just finished his own breakfast and is now fidgeting with his empty coffee cup. 

Henry takes a seat across from him and rests his head on his hand. 

“You doing alright? You look like Hell in a hand basket.” 

'Hard time sleeping,' Henry signs as he yawns.

"Well, don't go sleeping on me. We're moving today."

Henry looks up at him, now awake and alert.

"Some of my men saw movement from the orbital station on oir satellite. They might be paying Earth a visit."

Henry pulls a newspaper ad out of his pocket and uncrinkles it and shows it to Bullet, tapping on it.

It's an add for a museum exhibit in a neighboring city close to the one Henry robbed in StD, said exhibit being a sapphire, like a large sapphire, like the size of the diamond, ruby, and emerald. It's tempting for Henry to not steal the sapphire and slip back into old habits.

This is an excellent target for the clan.

'The Right Hand Man should be, too.'

Bullet smirks and nods. "I've got a team ready for you. We'll leave on your call."

TIME JUMP TO THE MUSEUM!!!!!

Henry and his team and Ellie enter the museum with little to no problem; Henry brought Ellie for emotional support and so he could show her the sapphire. (A small gift to her for everything she's done as his friend)

They have some close calls like Ellie almost getting seen by a guard, one of the CCC men almost shoots another guard "just in case," and another guard almost falls on yet another guard.

After that, they get to the sapphire exhibit and take out the guards in a way that doesn't get them (the guards) killed. After that, they all sit down and play the waiting game.

The CCC men do a sweep of the area and ready themselves at different parts of the exhibit, hiding in spots and ready to strike. Ellie and Henry take a seat near the sapphire itself, admiring it before focusing back on the mission.

Henry lets his mind wander, thinking about how once they save Charles, Henry will take his place in the CCC. It's the kind of thought that gives them a sick feeling, but all he can think is 'As long as Charles is safe, it'll be worth it.'

He remembers Terrence's words about how life is for living and bites his tongue.

I've seen families live together just fine with no riches, no crime, and no Toppat Clan. We really meant that little to you?

He gets a tap on his shoulder and looks over to see Ellie holding out a cup of coffee to him, a thermos, maybe two, next to her.

"I thought you could use some, since we're gonna be here for a while."

Henry shakes his head and tries to push it away. 'No thanks. I don't really like coffee. Gives me a headache.'

Ellie gives him a withering look. "When was the last time you got a good night's sleep?"

When Henry doesn't answer, Ellie smirks and holds out the coffee once more. "Yeah, thought so."

Henry rolls his eyes and takes the cup, signing with his free hand, 'Fine. When did you become my mother?'

"When you became a child," Ellie barks as she lightly bonks Henry on the head. "And when you came back from visiting your father." She leans back and puts the back of her free hand against her eyes, looking as dramatic as possible. "What they say is true: A boy really needs the love of a mother."

Henry scoffs and shakes his head with a smile before writing on her palm again with his finger. 'I already have a mother.'

Ellie sits straight, now intrigued. "You don't talk about them a lot. Your parents, I mean."

Henry raises an eyebrow and points to her as he nods, gesturing either, 'You don't, either' or 'Neither do you.' Same message, different phrasing.

It's Ellie's turn to shake her head. "They're not people I want to talk about. I doubt my dad would let me visit him, even in a situation like this."

Henry pauses from drinking his coffee.

"Your dad said life is for living. I can't say he's wrong for saying that." She turns her head to Henry, looking him in the eye even those he's staring off into outer space/zoning out. "It's just hard to live life when..." She looks away again, lowers her voice, just so the CCC men don't hear her, and clenches her fists on her knees. "When you can't stop living."

Henry nods as he goes for another sip of coffee.

Then he stops.

'It's hard to live life when you can't stop living.'

Those words make Henry slowly lower his cup and turn to Ellie, looking at her both incredulously and with fear.

"What?" He asks under his breath.

Before Ellie can answer, something is thrown into the exhibit and EXPLODES, filling the room with smoke and no one really getting too injured.

The CCC men fall one by one from being grabbed from behind and put into a sleeper hold, and the toaats responsible run over, mostly undetected because of the smoke.

Henry is seemingly tackled down by Ellie as the two hear glass breaking above them.

The sapphire's case is open.

Henry sees a toppat get close and shoots him in the shoulder, not enough to kill him but enough to get him running away.

"Good shot!" Ellie yells between coughs because the alarms been set off.

Henry points to his gun, then to his hand as he shakes his head with a "Mh-mm." 'I was aiming for his hand.'

The two go toe to toe with a pair of toppats like in the very beginning of this series, but something's different. When Henry kicks his opponent away, the toppat scurries away from the two. And Ellie's just runs when she's just started fighting.

"What's going on?"

Henry shrugs and then looks over at the sapphire.

You know that face and stance he does in Toppat King when the rocket takes off without him? Weeeeellll...

Henry's face drops completely as he holds the sides of his face, gasping loudly.

Ellie is equally flabbergasted, and a little annoyed at how well this plan actually worked in the toppat's favor.

A little too well, I'd say.

"What do we-"

Henry runs after the toppat Ellie was fighting before she can finish asking him.

The three race through multiple exhibits, the toppat throwing down trash bins and benches in order to slow them down.

Henry, however, has the power of friendship and adrenaline and keeps up with him evry step of the way.

"Stop!" He yells. "Where is he!?"

The toppat fumbles, but still continues running. Ellie picks up her pave unitl she's in front of Henry.

"Where's Charles!?"

The chase takes the two of them outside, Henry falls behind, where the toppat makes a sharp turn to the wall.

Ellie sees this a second too late as she is hit in the nose with a cybernetic hand, knocking her down, but not knocking her out, even when a cybernetic foot is put on her freshly healed rib.

"'Ello. It's been a while, 'asn't it?"

Ellie glares up at Right and tries to move his foot.

"Last time I saw you, you had to get carried in a stretcher."

"And you took our friend," Ellie sneers.

Right rolls his eyes; these kids do not play around, which he admires, but it does get annoying when he's in a playing mood.

"Charles. Our friend. What did you do with him?"

Right smirks and looks over his shoulder. "Looks like this one missed you, after all. You'll fit in perfect with the two of them now." Right moves his foot and approaches whoever he's talking to, and Ellie takes this opportunity to try to get the jump on him.

The toppat sees this INSTANTLY.

🤨... I don't know anout you guys, but I feel like I'm forgetting something here.🤔🤔

OH, YEAH!!!

Henry runs out just in time to see this toppat shoot Ellie in the hip.

If this was a movie, we would hear nothing, no music, no talking, just the sound of the gun firing and echoing as the bullet either gets lodged in Ellie's hip or goes THROUGH her hip, close to the joint of her leg. We would get a shot of Ellie's face, eyes wide, brows furrowed and widely arced, like those despair looking anime faces, and lips slightly parted as shock sets in. We would also get three more shots, one from her perspective as she sees the toppat lower his gun,one behind Ellie as she falls back, and the third being on the ground and slightly in front of her as Henry freezes where he is and watches her fall.

BUT HE DOESN'T STAY THIS WAY.

"You BASTARD!" Henry screams as he charges toward Right, who steps back and throws him into the toppat.

The sight of him not only snaps Henry out of his rage, it completely throughs him into a despaired shock.

He's lost a lot of weight in his captivity, and Henry can feel it through his suit and see it in his cheeks, jaw, neck, and eyes, which are blood shot, empty and glassy. His hair's grown longer to where it is past his shoulders and kept in a low ponytail, the rest held back by gel and his own top hat so it stays out of his face. He's gotten pale from his time in space and not being exposed to sunlight and vitamin D.

For a second, neither recognize each other, but Henry is the first to as his chest goes hollow.

"Charles!" He quickly embraces his friend, who is still quiet and nit exactly reacting, but the gears start turning in his head as he realizes who's talking to and hugging him.

Right watches ans his smirk widens as Henry let Charles go and turns to him, tears pouring down his cheeks and now angry as hell.

"What did you do to him!?"

Right looks back at Charles, prompting Henry to do the same.

"Henry?"

A smile grows on Henry's face as he helps his friend up.

"Charles, I'm so sorry! I should've-"

BANG!

Henry falls backward, but doesn't die. Instead, the ground melts away beneath him and he gasps as the bullet wound heals on his forehead. You know that feeling you get when you're falling asleep and feel like your mattress is floating on the ocean waves? Henry feels that until he's back looking up at Right.

This time, he looks at Charles to see Charles is literally about to shoot him, but he hits and throws it away before Charles flips him over and smashes his fist into Henry's face repeatedly until Henry throws him off and stands back up, Charles standing as well and glaring at him, absolutely livid.

"Why'd you do it?" Charles growls. "Why didn't you help me when I needed you!?"

The hollow feeling in Henry's chest worsens as Charles stares him down. Part is him is more than willing to break down into tears, but all the time watching the tapes Right showed him in Part 5 have made his body producing tears next to impossible.

Right only stands back and watches because, as you probably put together, THIS is plan. Not only to take a friend, Charles, away from Henry, but to have said friend destroy him.

"I'm sor-"

Before Henry can finish, Charles punches him again.

"TELL ME!" His voice is a little broken, but he keeps yelling out of frustration and sheer anger because, yes, while Henry sent the destroyers and the government to help Charles, he didn't stop Right in the jungle during the mission. "WHY DIDN'T YOU STOP THEM!? WHY DIDN'T YOU HELP ME!? YOU JUST STOOD THERE AND LET ME GET TAKEN AWAY!"

Henry doesn't have the fight in him to stop Charles from yelling at him or punching him. He doesn't even have it in him to look Charles in the eye.

And that bothers Charles immensely.

"Why won't you say anything?" Charles asks. "No matter what, you've always stayed quiet."

When Henry still remains silent, Charles swings a punch into his face hard enough to make Henry fall down.

"SAY SOMETHING!"

Henry holds up his hands, revealing how much he's been crying and how hard Charles has been hitting him; Henry's nose is broken, one of his eyes his swollen shut, his lips are split, and a tooth is loose.

Physically unable to speak, Henry signs to Charles instead, 'I'm sorry.'

Charels quickly kneels down and snatches Henry's hand.

"I want to hear you say it."

Henry tries forcing those words out, but his throat tightens up and leaves him unable to speak. He tries again and his crying becomes worse as he shakes his head.

"SAY IT!" Charles screams.

Henry breaks down as he shakes his head again, signing and gesturing as much as he can.

Charles rises to his feet, his eyes going glassy and his face expressionless. "I figured as much." He kicks Henry in the mouth and turns to Right. "We're done here. Send a message back to the station. We got the sapphire."

Right nods as his smirk becomes a smile. "Yes, sir."

Henry stands up on shaky legs and stiltedly walks towards his friend.

"Ch-Charles."

Charles shuts his eyes and heaves a breath through his nose, his top hat in his hands.

"Charles, w-wait-"

Charles wheels around as he watches Henry stumble toward him.

"I... I-"

"Don't bother."

Charles holds the hand gun Henry made him drop and aims it at Henry.

"I've heard enough."

When Charles shoots, Henry does not feel the bullet when it is lodged into his waist.

Henry is standing long enough to see Right, Charles, and any remaining toppats be beamed up to the orbital station with the sapphire.

The glare from Charles stays in Henry's mind as he falls, eyes locked on the night sky as Charles's words replay over and over in his mind.

Ellie groans as she crawls over to Henry and falls on her good side, where Charles didn't shoot her.

"We tried," she says as she breathes shakily and hold his shoulder, more his shirt, but I digress. "We tried."

The CCC guards do eventually wake up and get Ellie and Henry back to the government base. Both get immediate medical attention, which leads to Henry getting surgery to get the bullet out and seeing Ellie suddenly begin to panic and shout repeatedly, "I can't feel my leg!"

TIME JUMP TO AFTER HIS SURGERY!

Henry wakes up in his own room and finds that Galeforce is sitting in a chair, hunched forward, fists shaking, and his hat off.

"General?"

Galeforce puts his hat back on and sits straight. His eyes are red rimmed and have bags underneath them now. "Morning, Henry. How're you feeling?"

Henry holds his hand out and sort of tilts it on a way to say, 'Fine.'

Galeforce forces a smile and sighs.

"Ellie's still in the infirmary. That shot form-" He gulps and coughs a little bit. "-From the toppat... did a number on her leg. She won't be on the field for a long time."

Henry sits up, even when his body aches, and picks up a pen and notepad on his bedside table.

'They got the sapphire.'

Galeforce nods. "I know."

Henry shakes as he writes on the notepad again before dropping both and resting his forehead on his knees while loosely hugging his knees. Galeforce hangs his head and lets Henry cry; he doesn't really have much to say anyway.

'Charles,' the notepad reads.

HOLY SHIT DID THIS ONE TAKE FOREVER!!!!!

But that is a really good thing😁!

I hope you all enjoyed this one because I certainly did!!

I'm probably going to take a break from this for a little bit because of how much of an emotional roller coaster this is, and so I don't get burn out. I will come back to this because I love this series, I guess you can say I'm letting my cake cool down before adding the frosting or letting the pot sit so it make good caramel or fudge.

Thank you, thank you, thank you all so much for following this series. I appreciate each and every one of you so much!

I hope you all stay safe this season, thank you again for reading and following, and HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!

[cyberstabbing]

Sci-fi/Dystopian future/Danger Days/idk

Heaven’s Not About Your Reputation - Desolation Row AU. The Tipper Laws have consumed the nation; more and more freedoms are being restricted every day. After getting thrown in jail for causing a riot with their illegal punk show, My Chem decides to do the logical thing: cause even more trouble. 28k

In Repair - "Shit,“ Frank mutters, and shoves both hands through his hair. He looks around the kitchen like he’s gonna find what he should do scratched into the old linoleum, then looks back at the bot. He gnaws on his lip. Fuck it. He already knows what he’s gonna do. He’s just gotta do it.

Getting down on his knees, he braces a hand on the edge of the crate and leans over the bot. It’s dressed in a plain white tee and matching drawstring pants like an escaped mental patient. Frank rolls his neck and cracks his knuckles, shaking the ache out of them before carefully laying his palm against its cheek. He’s pretty sure his voice is steady when he says, "Activate.”

Nothing happens. Fucking shitty packaging– the thing’s busted. But Frank keeps his hand where it is, jumping a little when he feels the surge of energy beneath it. The robot’s skin goes from room temperature to lukewarm, then warm. Frank watches it open its eyes, the light behind them adjusting until they’re a pale sort of brown. It looks at him and asks, “Am I dead?” 33k

sing it for the n00bs - Gerard would be killing twice as many dracs right now if his fucking spacebar would quit sticking. (Gamer AU, wherein the Danger Days universe is an MMORPG.) 17k

I was rereading this on a bus in France with my stepsister. She asked me what I was reading and I just squirmed around in my seat. So she shouted “FANFICTION??” And I was like … Well, I mean, yes–but hear me out!! And so I told her about Danger Days, the Killjoys and the whole gamer au concept.

She actually thought it sounded pretty cool. Or maybe she just wanted me to quit gushing about it and leave her alone.

The point is, if someone who just heard a second-rate description of this fic still thought it sounded interesting, that means it’s HELLA RAD. And it is. So. Read it.

The Way They Fly - Frank is a robot. He is in love with his genius creator, Gerard, who doesn’t realize that Frank is capable of real feelings. Frank starts breaking down, getting ill, and Gerard doesn’t know what to do to fix it - all his methods are completely useless, none of the programming explains why this is happening to his Frank - but it’s because Frank has a broken heart. 17k

Of Another Kind - Gerard is an alien on a mission–to find a human mate on Earth. He’s decided on Frank Iero, but his database doesn’t give him all the facts he needs to win over his future companion, and there are just some things he will have to learn on his own. 17k

Let The Darkness Lead You Home - Vampires are in charge and most of the humans on earth are prey, so Frank Iero’s parents have him train as a cyber tech to protect him. Leaving the family he’s born into may have saved his life, but his parents never could have expected the lengths he’d go to in order to find a new family to call home. 49k

The Chasing of Moons - The biggest dilemma in all of this is that Frank slept with his future husband. Now Frank’s just got to make sure that the future with him stays intact, but it’s not so easy when present day Gerard seems to hate his guts. 110k

Might I Have a Bit of Earth - Gerard took things. He didn’t used to take things; he used to ask before, say please and may I and other things his parents taught him, because that was what you did. You didn’t just take. 14k

Space pirates :D !!

Are You Broken? (from the Robot!Gerard series) - Frank gets sick and Gerard doesn’t understand. <1k (the series is 7k)

Lovely Way to Burn - Frank is no stranger to sickness. He’s been wheezing his way in and out of hospitals since he was a kid, but things are different now. He was already pulled from two assignments due to illness, and the third time is the charm. Three strikes and you’re out. 4k

video girl - This is a space AU that has more random worldbuilding than actual porn in it. In which Frank wanders into a virtual sex video booth. 1k

Reaching Through The Mirror - The one where Party Poison and Basement!Gerard have sex. 5k

(part one of Time Travel ‘verse)

James Cameron Got It Wrong - In which 2005!Frank and Fun Ghoul get it on. Then Frank accidentally winds up in 2019. 56k

(part two of Time Travel ‘verse)

yoooo i just found some really really REALLY good fanart. .. unbelievably good. and six years after the fic came out! that’s amazing!! anyway, here it is.

EDIT #2: found some more! Man, that fic just keeps giving.

EDIT #3: Damn it, the artist’s blog (second one) is marked as having “sensitive content”, so I couldn’t view it anymore on this account. So here is the post reblogged on a sfw blog for y’all youngins, and here is a screenshot juuust in case the sfw blog deactivates and that link stops working, too. 

The Science of Sleep - It’s 2011 and Frank Iero’s life is pretty average until the night where he starts getting dreams about a strange, apocalyptic California where there’s rayguns, grey corporations and terrorists who use art and color as a weapon. Interesting and fun at first, but the more he dreams about this world, the more he starts to wonder if it really is a dream… and the deeper he gets into this futuristic world, the more it seems to affect his life in the present day.

And just how exactly does everything all seem to link in with that douchebag black-haired artist who sits in Starbucks every day?

(Set in the Danger Days world but not necessarily following the cannon established by the album and music video’s.) 93k

Killjoys Never Die - No description. 2k

i want to die i want to die i want to die

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this was amazing, but also hard to read in some parts, bc of the non con and gore :/ not my cup of tea, but I did love the word building and the fic overall.

Fogs, Sheets and Thunder - Not as grey as it seems. A post-apocalyptic postal service AU. 5k

And ze art!

​The World Famous Extraterrestial Diner - Sure the menu had a picture of literally everything in it, causing the menu itself to be ten pages in total, but that was for the foreign visitors. And not just the ones from other countries, according to the owners.Gerard worked at a diner located directly on the famous ‘extraterrestrial highway’. The pictures were more for if any actual aliens ever came by Earth for a good meal and couldn’t speak English. They had the pictures to see exactly what was on offer. Even the beverages had their own separate pictures.Not that they had had any extraterrestial visitors since, like, ever. 8k

Born to Motorbabies - Here's the thing with having a crush on a mysterious DJ; it's kind of an inconvenient place to hang your affections. 12k

The person who’s rec list i snagged this from (can’t remember who, sorry!) added “​affectionately referred to as the dishwasher fic” which is v cute so I’m putting it here too.

...the weapon - Tattoos are one of the ways they measure out the time between getting ghosted. Inspired by Art is... 0.2k

Code Red - In the fall out of a fire fight, Party Poison goes looking for medicine, and finds pretty much the exact opposite of that. 2k Ship: Party Poison/Korse

Workplace Appropriate Attire - Korse is a creepy boyfriend. 1k

Ship: Party Poison/Korse

This was fun to read, but some lines made me go OH SHIT, because ...... well if you read this you will know what I’m talking about.

We Got Machines - There are questions on the lips of everyone with eyes or money on the arena. Who is this kid? Where’d he come from? Who trained him? BLind’s got no records on him, meaning he’s a Zonebrat returning to the grasp of the city of his own volition. Another anomaly. That a 16 year old nobody could waltz in out of nowhere and turn the system on its head is... concerning to BLind. <1k

Part 1 of KJ/Griefers 'verse (3.5k in total)

Ship: Deadmau5/G3rard

xoxoxoxo - Party Poison wakes up somewhere he's never been - but there's plenty that's familiar here. 1k

Ship: Party Poison/Korse

Looking for Satellites - Galaxy-hopping alien trader Gerard has business on space station Perseus Four. Getting to know station administrator Grant is a nice bonus. 25k Ship: Gerard/Grant Gerard is a sexy, telepathic and open minded (heh) alien and it’s great.

the only hope for me - Korse has never been one to show his emotions. 1k Ship: Korse/Party Poison

your kicks don't hit, so we remain the same - a battery city ambush goes somewhat wrong. korsepoison. 0.8k Ship: Korse/Party Poison

Methane Skies - Run, run, bunny, run. 3k

Hot damn this is some creepy and suspenseful stuff. Ship: (implied) Korse/Party Poison

mutilate, maim and destroy (just a tad) - For clarification, this fic is about Gerard Way the actual person being tortured by Korse in the Killjoys universe. Like. Hnng, you'll see nevermind. Ship: Gerard/Korse

A Room Full Of Suicides - His jaw was clenched and his whole body quivering. He looked right at Korse with those huge, transparent eyes. “Do what you want to me. I don’t give a shit, Korse.” He drew in a breath that shook. “You wouldn’t understand. It’s about standing up for what you believe in.” God, the kid was adorable. Korse couldn’t wait to make him scream. 4k Ship: Korse/Party Poison, Fun Ghoul/Party Poison (implied)

Of All the Places in the Universe - Gerard, an alien with a severe case of anomie and wanderlust, crash-lands in Jersey while traveling the galaxy. A chance meeting with a creature his studies had told him didn't exist leads to a surprising turn of events. With time, Gerard comes to call Earth home, and finds love with the adorable punk who found him--Frank, an energetic puppy of a werewolf who's really more bark than bite. 30k

"You know The Smiths?"

Gerard grinned. "Oh, yes! They're one of my favorite Earth bands."

Thank You For The - Just an alien in New Jersey, looking for a mate. 0.5k Ship: Gabe Saporta/Mikey Way

"Have fun," Gerard said, even though he'd just told Mikey he couldn't have fun because he needed to be careful. Mikey wished his venom sacs were fully developed. He would spit on Gerard's shoes.

Double Exposure - “The worst part was the confession. Well, the explanation sucked too.” Written for prompt 38. Frank/Mikey - Frank and Mikey bodyswap during tour and have to play shows as each other. 2.5k

Frank isn’t part italian in this fic. He’s part alien! :D Ship: Frank/Mikey

[avengersassemble-fics]

You Go, I Go (Steve Roger x Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Previous Chapter

Link to Master Post

Word Count (2,467)

AN: Time skip with saucy shit

Every day the sun rises in the East, and sets in the West - without fail. Each day seemed to get a bit easier adjusting to living in the 21st century, and living with the burden of being out of place from another time. Luckily, this burden was also shared with Steve. Four years had passed, and Steve Rogers continued with the Avengers as Captain America, also known as Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. You, on the other hand, served most of your time in Washington, D.C. running the HQ HUB (courtesy of Director Fury) and would make fun of Steve for that.

“Who would’ve thought you’d be labeled as one of the “Earth’s Mightiest Heroes”?”

“Funny, (Y/N).”

Leaving Steve in New York was probably one of the hardest things you had to do, second to seeing Bucky get on that train to leave for the war. It was poetic, the same station, yet the roles were switched - you were leaving and Steve was staying. He was happy of the opportunity you were getting, but then again you were his friend, the only person who really understood him. That was six months ago, and soon after Steve was transferred to Washington and you both immediately met up for coffee.

“I didn’t think you’d follow me that quickly,” you joked, paying for your to go cup and Steve chuckled.

“It was too hard without you,” he said, nodding his thanks to the female barista who batted her lashes at him.

“I could say the same thing.”

You cracked your neck, pushing the comm into your ear and hit enter into your phone, walking around the room of monitors and hearing the phone ring dully. You stopped at one, behind another Agent who was listening intently to the radio, trying to decipher the chatter, when finally someone answered.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite agent,”

“Hey Nat,” you greeted, leaning closer to glance down at the agents notes, “I have something for you.”

“Sounds fun.”

“It’s a hostage situation, so we’re sending you, Captain Rogers, and the STRIKE team. Extraction in half an hour.”

“I’l get Capsicle.”

“Thank you, Nat,” you pressed your ear piece to end the call and sighed - it was going to be a long day.

“The target is a mobile satellite launch platform: The Lemurian Star. It was sending up their last payload when pirates took them, ninety-three minutes ago.” you communicated to the STRIKE team, who were all on a Quinjet preparing for the mission you were sending them on. You watched the radar from D.C., and so was everyone else. The Lumerian Star was dead stopped in the middle of the ocean, and all demands were being ignored from the pirates. You still felt a bit uneasy, but you stoic demeanor fooled everyone in this room.

“Any demands?” Steve asked and you regained your focus.

“A billion and a half,” you answered.

“Why so steep?”

“Because it’s SHIELD,” Brock Rumlow answered for you, and you listened to the heated exchange.

“So it's not off course, it's trespassing,” Steve commented and you sighed.

“I’m sure Fury has a good reason,” Natasha tried to reason, filling her belt with necessities.

“You know, I’m getting a little tired of being Fury’s janitor,” Steve said quietly to his friend, and you heard every word, but still chose to not comment.

“Relax, it’s not that complicated,” Natasha reassured him. But you knew Steve too well, he was not happy with this intel. Steve huffed, looking back at Rumlow.

“How many pirates?”

“Twenty-five, top mercs, led by this guy. Georges Batroc,” he started to explain and you set your hands on your waist, “(Y/L/N)?”

“Ex-TGSE, Action Division,” you picked up your pad, skimming through your information on Batroc, “he's at the top of Interpol's "red notice". Before the French demobilized him, he had thirty-six kill missions. This guy's got a rep for maximum casualties.”

“Hostages?” Steve asked you.

“Uh mostly techs, and one officer. Jasper Sitwell,” you answered and nodded, “we won’t have communication while you’re on that ship, and the drop is a minute out. Remember, SHIELD doesn’t negotiate with terrorists. Good luck everyone.”

Steve heard the line go out and he nodded, tightening his gloves, “Alright, I'm gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat, you'll kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get them to life pods. Get 'em out. Let's go.”

Not even two hours later Steve Rogers was walking through the HUB and most likely heading up to see Fury. You heard about what had happened, and watched Steve with your eyes. You straightened up as he was about to pass you and his eyes flickered to you for a second - but it was enough to let you know one thing.

He was pissed.

You weren’t sure what happened between the time Steve went to Fury’s office and the time you were getting ready to leave, but as you were about to shoulder your bag, your phone buzzed and you glanced down.

Steve: Meet me at the museum?

You sighed, whatever happened between Steve and Fury probably did not go well. Anytime Steve needed to think, he headed to the museum to reminisce about the past, and when he’d ask you to go you had a feeling it was bad. You typed a reply and hit send.

On my way.

“A symbol to the nation. A hero to the world. The story of Captain America is one of honor, bravery and sacrifice.”

You had your hands pushed into your black jacket, the collar pressed against the naked skin of your neck as you followed the group around the tour as the voice spoke. Your heeled boots fell silently against the floor as you veered off from the group, coming up beside a figure looking at one particular Howling Commandos picture, a hat low to cover their eyes.

“Best friends since childhood, Bucky Barnes and Steven Rogers were inseparable on both schoolyard and battlefield. Barnes is the only Howling commando to give his life in service of his country.”

You finally stopped beside him, both of you ignoring the rest of the commentary, a reel playing of Steve and Bucky laughing over something, a detail you couldn’t quite remember, and you blinked back some tears. Everyday you wondered if Bucky looked down at you and was proud of what you were doing. You weren’t just trying to be strong for yourself, or for Steve, but for Buck. It started getting harder to put the ring he gave you onto your finger, and after awhile it moved to around your neck and onto a silver necklace. But it still felt like a thousand pounds everyday.

“Sometimes I wonder what it would be like with him here,” Steve started, watching the old film play on the screen. At this point, and interview with Peggy was playing, “what he would think about me now.”

“He’d be proud of you, Steve. No mater what you did he was proud.”

Steve smiled, looking down at his feet, “What Fury is doing is against everything SHIELD was built for, and I don’t agree with it. It isn’t the same, (Y/N).”

“I know,” you said quietly, watching his face and turning to face him, “but I do what I have to everyday to keep those original beliefs in place. I don’t know what you and Fury spoke about today - but I do think he’s trying to do the right thing, even if we don’t see it that way.. Our beliefs.. They’re so different.”

Steve let your words sink in, and he looked back up to the bio of Bucky before finally glancing down to you. He offered a small smile, “Did you want to go get dinner?”

“I’d love to.”

Steve and you walked nearly in step, and the warm air hit you both with the breeze. The sun was close to setting and Steve guided you towards his bike, his hand placed a the bottom of your back and nodding in a general direction, “My bike is that way.”

You felt like protesting, but knew it was a battle you would lose. You groaned quietly, “You better be treating me.”

Steve chuckled, knowing that you didn’t really like riding on his bike with him. As he neared his bike, he gripped the handle bars and swung his leg over, “If I asked you to dinner of course I’m treating.”

You couldn’t help but smile, and swung your leg over and sat behind him, and Steve started the bike, the engine roaring to life.

“I still don’t understand your infatuation with these things, all you do is throw them at someone,” you joked.

Steve couldn't help but laugh, kicking up the leg and settling his weight onto the bike, “That was one time.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his large torso and leaning against his back as he spun the bike around. You shielded yourself from the wind by laying your head against his body and Steve turned onto the road, his fingers resting on the throttle and brakes and as he drove to the destination on auto-pilot, his mind wondered.

“You do anything fun Saturday night?” Natasha pestered him as he was getting ready to jump out the plane for the drop, he was just closing his helmet and glanced her way.

“Started watching Star Trek with (Y/N).” he answered, looking back at the hatch door.

“You and your list,” she mocked him, a smirk on her face. Steve pushed the button to open the door and it slowly began to reveal the black night sky. He put his shield on his back as Nat continued, “You know, if you ask Kristen out, from Statistics, she'll probably say yes.”

“That’s why I don’t ask,” Steve called over his shoulder.

“Too shy or too scared?”

“Too busy!” Steve said walking backwards, before disappearing over the edge.

Steve glanced back at you as he slowly came to a stop, and shook his head, “I don’t see why you hate this bike so much.”

“Maybe because you’re driving?”

“Ouch,” Steve chuckled and he felt the smile form on your face through the fabric of his thin jacket.

“What about the nurse that lives across the hall from you? She seems kind of nice.”

“Secure the engine and then you can find me a date,” Steve warned her, and Nat grinned.

“I’m multitasking, unless you already had someone in mind.”

Steve was about to interject when Natasha disappeared over the railing of the stairs and the conversation ended just as soon as it started. But her comment never really escaped his mind. Even if it was hours ago, the next time he could get her alone he pulled her to the side as they were passing in the small hallway on the Quinjet.

“What did you mean?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she smiled at him and Steve glared a bit.

“Don’t play dumb.”

“Look Rogers, you make matchmaking pretty hard when it seems you’re already interested in someone, so just ask her out already.”

Steve shook his head, knowing exactly where she was going with this conversation, “We’re just friends.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it. I know your pasts, but it’s been 74 years. It’s okay. I’m sure Barnes would want you to be happy. Both of you.”

It had left him thinking, and for some reason, Steve felt that this bike ride, and this dinner “date” felt different to him in some way. Natasha was somewhat right, recently something in Steve had felt a bit different about you. Of course Natasha would notice, but even he didn’t until she pointed it out. 

You were his go to companion, spending almost every night together until you had to leave to go home, and take out turned to you both watching some sort of recommendation and arguing over favorite characters and plots. For Steve, you started to become what he depended on. 

But it also felt wrong. You were Buck’s gal.

But on the other hand, Natasha was right about one thing. He would’ve wanted Steve to be happy, and you did make him happy. This internal battle continued until he pulled up to your favorite joint, Brooklyn Pizzeria, and he pushed those thoughts deep down as he stopped the engine. You were quick to remove yourself from behind him and stand to stretch, and Steve focused on settling the bike and locking it up, but out of the corner of his eye he watched you ruffle your hair and smooth your jacket.

You were oblivious to Steve’s lingering eyes, and instead ran your fingers through your hair, “Come on old man, we’re gonna have to get the elderly special if you don’t hurry.”

Steve narrowed his eyes, standing from his bike and putting the keys into his pocket, “You do know we’re the same age, right?”

“Maybe, but I know it bothers you,” you teased and walked towards the door, Steve following and shaking his head.

“Alright if you had to choose your favorite Captain, who would it be?”

Steve thought about this for a few moments, going through all the episodes he had seen so far, and finally nodded, “Kirk, for sure.”

“Seriously?” you asked, completely surprised by his answer.

“I think he’s a good man.”

“But they literally have him with a new woman in every single episode!”

“Well then who is your favorite?”

You didn’t even hesitate, “Picard, hands down! His bald head and when he says ‘Make it so’? i dunno, it’s life changing.”

Steve and you laughed, for the first time in awhile you both were relaxed and contempt. You were completely oblivious to the thoughts running through Steve’s head all day, and he was going to keep it that way. Your friendship meant too much to tell you that he was starting to harbor “more than just friends” feelings. 

You moved to grab your phone and Steve raised a brow, “You’re leaving already?”

“It’s almost 11, Steve,” you replied, grabbing your shoes and sliding them on. Steve frowned, glancing at the clock he had on the table and you were right. It was pretty late, but he didn’t feel right letting you drive home this late. You looked exhausted, you had been dozing all night.

“Look, you’re exhausted, why not just take the guest bed?”

You stopped in your tracks and raised a brow, “Are you sure?”

Steve nodded, “Of course.”

You nodded, setting your jacket down and removing your shoes again, “Thanks, Steve, I’ll se you in the morning.”

Steve watched you walk into the guest room he had, and he released a sigh he had pent up. What was he going to do?

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