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Debriefing ! Setlist de la soirĂŠe SIXTIES IMMERSION DiJerk Baldo au Drunken 20/01/2023https://www.mixcloud.com/.../dijerk-baldo-sixties-beat.../DiJerk Baldo au Drunken 20/01/2023 â Cocoa par MIGHTY TALLISH  â ⨠â Save the People par BRUCE RUFFIN â ⨠â Jockey Hinds par MIGHTY CHYPER â ⨠â The Golden Fleece par JASON & The ARGANOUGHTS â ⨠â If the Coast Is Clear par Nine Ton Peanut Smugglers â ⨠â Brandy par JOHN HOLT â ⨠â Drugs Mule par Nine Ton Peanut Smugglers â ⨠â Peaches my love par ERIC DONALDSON â ⨠â  You Got Soul par Johnny Nash â ⨠â The Harder They Come par Jimmy Cliff â ⨠â Lively Up Yourself par Bob Marley â ⨠â Chinese children par MIGHTY TERROR (BERT INNIS) â ⨠â Rub A Dub Dub par The Equals â ⨠â Bend Me, Shape Me par The American Breed â ⨠â Life's Too Short par Tony Rivers & The Castaways  â ⨠â Wooly Bully par THE JALOPY FIVE  â ⨠â Gotta Wait par The Game â ⨠â Come On Up par KAMA DEL SUTRA  â ⨠â I Think We're Alone Now par Tommy James & The Shondells â ⨠â Hog par THE GROUPIES â ⨠â Look for Me Baby par The Kinks â ⨠â I'm a Believer par The Monkees â ⨠â Dead End Street par The Kinks â ⨠â The Witch par The Rattles â ⨠â Gotta Get the First Plane Home par The Kinks â ⨠â Louie Louie par SIMBA â ⨠â Too Bad You Don't Want Me par Chris Andrews â ⨠â Midnight To Six Man par The Pretty Things â ⨠â 66 5 4 3 2 1 par The Troggs â ⨠â You Really Got Me par The Kinks â ⨠â Thirteen Women par The Renegades â ⨠â Gotta Get Away par The Blues Magoos â ⨠â Shake par SHADOWS OF KNIGHT â ⨠â PsychĂŠ rock par LES YPER SOUND (Pierre Henry et Michel Colombier)  â ⨠â Slip Knot par Doug Johnson & the Outlaws  â ⨠â Happy Times par The Box Tops â ⨠â Nothin' par The Ugly Ducklings â ⨠â Dimples par The Del-Rays â ⨠â No Friend of Mine par THE SPARKLES â ⨠â Garden of My Mind par The Mickey Finn â ⨠â Complication par The Monks â ⨠â Dirty Water par The Standells â ⨠â Venus par Shocking Blue â ⨠â Talk Talk par The Music Machine â ⨠â I Don't Care par The Dirty Shames â ⨠â 96 Tears par ? and The Mysterians â ⨠â Soul on Ice par Fire â ⨠â Bringing Home the Bacon par Queen Eve & the Kings â ⨠â Do You Believe In Magic par The Lovin' Spoonful â ⨠â Happy Feet par Robert Parker â ⨠â I Gotta Go Now par Rex Garvin â ⨠â The Nitty Gritty par Gladys Knight & The Pipsb â ⨠â QI Hang Up (Part 1) par Warm Excursion â ⨠â Highway Blues par Little Daddy Walton and Sons â ⨠â Soul Food par Lonnie Youngblood (& Jimi Hendrix) â ⨠â I Want Love And Affection (Not The House Of Corrections) par Nathaniel Mayer â ⨠â B W SOULS par MARVINS GROOVE  â ⨠â Tell Me What You're Gonna Do par James Brown â ⨠â Hang Up (Part 2) par Warm Excursion â ⨠â Little Flea par Prince Buster & The Maytals â ⨠â  Police & Thieves par Junior Murvin â ⨠â  Respect par Norma Fraser â ⨠â Too Much Too Young par The Specials â ⨠â Lip Up Fatty par Bad Manners â ⨠â Ska-Ba par THE SKATALITES â ⨠â Behold I Come par B. KALPHAT   â ⨠â Wreck a Pum Pum par LORD CREATOR â ⨠â Toot Last Train to SlaâVille par MIXED BLOOD â ⨠â A Message to You Rudy par THE SPECIALS  â ⨠â Cool It par BILL CAMPBELL  â ⨠â Heâll Provide par The Maytals â ⨠â Express Yourself par Leroy Sibbles  â ⨠â Feeling Soul par BOB ANDY â ⨠â Rub Up Push Up par Termites  â ⨠â Nanny Goat par Larry Marshall â ⨠â Pain in My Belly par Prince Buster & The Maytals â ⨠â  -   I Can't Explain It par The McCoys â Sugar Sugar par The Archies â ⨠â Peace of Mind par Count Five â ⨠â Brown Eyed Handsome Man par John Hammond, Jr. â ⨠â What You Gonna Do? par Brian Auger â ⨠â Come On Baby (Raw Crude Teen Beat) par Al's Untouchables â ⨠â Mercy, Mercy Baby par Ray Barretto â ⨠â Funky Street par Arthur Conley â ⨠â Happy Feet par DAVE ´BABYâ CORTEZ  â ⨠â Beware of the Dog par Georgie Fame â ⨠â Gonna Give It to You par PIC AND BILL â ⨠â You Ainât Nothing But a Devil par JIMMY McCRACKLIN  â ⨠â Woo Hoo par TWANGY  â ⨠â Mony Mony par Tommy James & The Shondells â ⨠â Tiger par Brian Auger â ⨠â Sookie par BOVIC (& L'Orchestre African Fiesta) â ⨠â The Trip par Kim Fowley â ⨠â Baby Under My Skin par Oscar & The Majestics â ⨠â Pushin' Too Hard par The Seeds â ⨠â Shakin' All Over par Johnny Kidd & The Pirates â ⨠â Whole Lotta Woman par Johnny Kidd & The Pirates â ⨠â Progress par The Pretty Things â ⨠â I Get So Excited par The Equals â ⨠â By My Side par The Elois â ⨠â Yo Grito par Los Sirex â ⨠â Getaway par Georgie Fame & The Blue Flames â ⨠â Inside Looking Out par The Animals â ⨠â Wild Thing par The Troggs â ⨠â Commotion par Creedence Clearwater Revival â ⨠â Baby Jane (Mo Mo Jane) par Mitch Ryder & The Detroit Wheels â ⨠â The Kangaroo par The Panics â ⨠â It's One Thing to Say par The Riddles â ⨠â The Memphis Train par Rufus Thomas â ⨠â Break It Up par Julie Driscoll & Brian Auger & The Trinity â ⨠â Take It Off par Groundhog â ⨠â Peter Gunn par Duane Eddy â ⨠â (fin)1ere Gnossienne dâERIK SATIE par CLAUDE HELFFER
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for the ship and number prompty thingy. Curious Archer and 32. doctor/companion au. please and thank you.
So, fair warning. Iâve never seen Doctor Who. All I know is that it has something to do with time travel. SoâŚthis fic is more about time traveling than having anything to do with DW. Also, this ended up having background OQ and background Outlaw Peanut as well. Takes place post The Girl In The Tower.
Also on AO3
Robin stood over the pot of ingredients, feeling achill run down her spine. She had been working closely with Drizella for monthsand she had finally gotten the spell just right. Her mother had struggled tocreate a time travel spell, as it required a lot of random body parts. Robin,however, had found a way to do it without killing anyone. According to Drizella,if you were doing it for reasons that were pure of heart, you could be lead to theperson you love.
Now, she could go back in time and save her father. Shehad the weapon that Hades had used to kill him. Once Zelena had killed Hades,Regina had took the weapon and locked it up in the vault. Getting the key to itfrom Regina before she left to help Henry, Robin was able to grab it before shestarted her travels.
It was time.
âAre you sure about this?â Alice asked, standingbeside her. âThis could change everything. ItâŚit could mean that weâre nevergoing to be together.â
Robin shook her head. âOf course it wonât mean that. Iâmgoing to take him back with us to the present. The world will still move onwithout him, but heâll be with Aunt ReginaâŚheâll be with me.â
Alice didnât say anything further. She couldunderstand the pain of wanting to change the past, having spent most of herlife wishing she could go back in time and convince her father to not go after Mauiâshook. If she hadnât had that nightmare, if she hadnât told him to go after itâŚ
She quickly shook that off. Everything happened for areason, she knew that deep inside. If she hadnât gone on her adventures, she neverwouldâve met the love of her life. She wouldnât be able to help her in the wayshe was.
Robin poured the potion into the clear jewel that wasaround her neck. Holding onto Aliceâs hand, she squeezed her eyes shut andtouched her necklace.
âBring me back to May 8th, 2013.â
A cloud of white smoke came flooding out from thenecklace and overtook the two of them. When their eyes opened again, they werestanding in the mayorâs office. The first thing Robin saw was her father. He lookedjust like he had in the rare pictures that Aunt Regina and Henry had of him.Her heart skipped a beat and she squeezed Aliceâs hand tighter.
âHeâs so handsome,â Alice whispered.
âHe is,â Robin breathed.
âWho are you?â
Robin realized that they werenât being as quiet asthey once thought they were. Her father and aunt were looking at them, RobinSr. holding the baby closer to his chest. It took Robin a moment to realizethat it was her.
âYouâŚyouâre not going to believe this, but Iâm yourdaughter,â she said, slowly. âThat babyâŚsheâs me.â
Robin Sr. looked from the baby, to back up to her. Hewas clearly suspicious. âHow do I know that youâre not Hades?â
âYou have a son, Roland.â
âHe knows that.â
Robin scanned her brain for what she could tell him,something that only someone who knew him would know. âYouâre Reginaâs soulmate.Pixie dust lead her to the tavern you frequented and all she saw was yourtattoo. Years later, you two met during the lost year in the Enchanted Forest.You fell in love. Emma Swan sped up my motherâs pregnancy, with magic onionrings.
Regina put a protective arm around Robin. âHow do youknow this?â
âBecause you told me, Aunt Regina.â She reached intoher bag, pulling out a rattle. âYou gave this to me when I was a baby, you saidyour mother gave it to you.â
Regina and Robin exchanged a look, before slowlystepping forward. Regina cupped her face, slowly taking her in.
âYou look like a combination of Zelena and Robin,â shewhispered. âYou have his eyes.â
âBecause itâs me.â
âHow is this possible?â
âI was able to perfect a time travel spell-a betterone than my motherâs,â she assured them. âNo one had to die. I came back hereto fix things.â
âWhat do you mean?â Robin Sr. asked.
âIn a few minutes, Hades is going to storm in here,with this.â Robin reached into her bag once again and pulled out the bluedagger. âHeâs going to try to kill you, Aunt Regina.â She turned to her father.âYouâll jump in front of her and sacrifice yourself. YouâŚyou die.â
Robin Sr. frowned, looking from Regina down to thebaby in his arms, to up to the older version of his daughter. âBut youâŚand ReginaâŚâ
âMy mom comes in and saves us, but youâre gone.â Tearsgather in her eyes. âIâve spent my entire life without you. Iâve thought ofyou, dreamed of you. IâŚIâve watched Aunt Regina miss you. Things are finallygoing right in my life.â She looked over at Alice and smiled in spite of thesob coming up her throat. âIâm in love, Iâve found where I want to be in lifeâŚbutone thingâs missingâŚyou.â
Before he could say anything, Regina interrupted. âI understandhow you feel, sweetheart, I really do. However, if I let you save him, itâllchange the course of history and thatâs dangerous.â
âNot necessarily. He doesnât have to stay here. Thingscan still go on as planned. If you kill Hades with this, heâll be defeated. Buthe can come with us. Then, in the future, the two of you will be together andnothing of how I grew up will change.â
âYou donât have much time,â Alice added. âFrom what Iâveheard, Hades is on his way.â
Robin Sr. and Regina looked between each other. Theyknew there was a chance that the girls could be lying, but if this was trulyhis daughterâŚthey had to take it. If anything, theyâd be together in due time.
âIâll take a memory potion,â Regina whispered. âSo, Iwonât interfere by knowing.â
âBut what will you tell people about me?â
âHades killed you. Itâs what he would do anyway.â
âAre you sure youâre okay with this?â
âApparently right now itâs our fate, to be apart. Inthe future, though, we have a chance to be together again.â
Robin Sr. nodded and took hold of Regina, kissing her.When he finally pulled away, Robin handed her aunt the dagger. They could hearHades coming down the hall.
âWe better get going,â Robin whispered and her fathernodded.
She felt her stomach flip flop as he slid his handthrough her own. She took hold of Alice with her other hand, before pullingtheir clasped ones up to the necklace. The white light took over once more and theywere in Tianaâs kingdom. They walked closer to the camp that was set up andRobin Sr. caught sight of Regina. Robin knew sheâd have all the time in theworld to catch up with him, so she nudged him forward.
âRegina,â he whispered.
Regina looked up and her eyes widened. âIs itâŚâ
âItâs really me,â he whispered. âThe real me.â
âHeâs telling the truth, Aunt Regina,â Robin told her.âI went back and got him. Itâs a long story.â
Regina slowly walked over, throwing her arms aroundhis neck and kissing him. Robin smiled at the two and noticed that Alice hadwandered away. She had to keep her distance from her father. Robin chased afterher, grabbing her arm.
âWait, thank you,â she whispered.
âOf course. No daughter should be apart from her father.â
âNow, we find a way to break the spell on your hearts.â
A small smile formed on Aliceâs face. âIs that reallypossible?â
âYou helped me get my father back. Iâd do anything foryou.â
Alice smiled and pulled Robin into her arms, kissingher tenderly.
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#curious archer#curious archer au#outlaw queen#outlaw queen au#outlaw peanut#outlaw peanut au#fezfanatic#asked and answered
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In the Hood-Mills house Regina, Robin, Henry, Roland, Rosa and Zelena would have a gingerbread house building competition during the holiday season. It always ended up like one big mess with frosting and candy everywhere. Henry and Rosa continued the tradition with Ella, Lucy, and Alice.
#ouat#outlaw queen#outlaw queen au#regal believer#outlaw peanut#wicked peanut#curious archer#curious archer au#glass believer#light believer#regina mills#robin hood#rosa mills hood#zelena mills#alice jones#roland hood#henry mills#ella mills#lucy mills
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Cowboy/Western AU Silhouette piece for Harringrove Week Day 4
This is the end of the line, isn't it?
It is, my dear but...no matter where we end up I will find you. As I did in this world, I shall in the next
Steven Harrington knew nothing more than his simple family farm until one day he runs into known outlaw Billy Hargrove and somehow ends up hiding him in their barn. Except, the life he knew becomes the life he no longer craves as his feelings for the criminal hiding within the hay grow until finally he runs off with him. Abandoning his home for a life of danger, of robbing the rich and living on the road.
No matter how many banks they robbed, towns and counties they fled the bounties only kept growing. Their crimes and years of merely escaping the rope finally caught up as they ran through the open plains only to be shot down by two perfectly aimed bullets. Steven falling into Billy's arms as they both bled out.
Their final words a promise, an oath no bounty hunter or law maker could break...
Thank you to @peanut-booi for as always being an amazing support and helping me with a few poses!â¤
#did someone say angsty outlaws?#you can see where I ran out of time lmao#this took way too long but it was fun#harringrove#harringrove week#harringroveweek#my art#sort of#edit
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Some deaths prison au for you??? ~Bambi
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Cole: Woah woah now whatâs going on?!
76: Winstonâs being a dick.
Winston: Jack wants a dog.
Cole: and? Let him get a dog. Brigitteâs got a cat.
Winston: He wants a pit bull!
Cole: and??
Winston: Any dog declared a dangerous species isnât permitted on the premises! If someone gets bitten thatâll be a mountain of paperwork I have to deal with!
Cole: winston you are a 600 pound scientifically modified gorilla. Normal gorillas can do a lot worse than just bite humans. We have an active war unit omnic strolling the facility. A former outlaw, myself, in command of our new blackwatch division. A genetically modified hamster riding in a mech. A girl who can teleport with her pet fox, two heavily radiated mutants from the Australian outback, and two ninjas with pet dragons. I think we can handle a dog, regardless of their species.
76: ⌠*looks at winston*
Winston: *sighs* fine. *turns and wanders off* just another thing I have to share peanut butter withâŚ
76: thank you Cassie.
Cole: donât mention it. Why you want a pit bull anyway? You always struck me as more of a sheepdog type of guy.
76: oh theyâre not for me. Theyâre for Gabe.
Cole: pa?
76: *shows him a video he took of Gabe*
Gabe: *sitting in his wheelchair smiling at videos of pit bulls getting the whole body wiggles from happily wagging their tails*
#deaths prison au#overwatch#overwatch shitposts#cole cassidy#jack morrison#gabriel reyes#r76#Winston#soldier 76
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My top 5 âoldâ Destiel fics
So I've been in this fandom for quite some time and I wanted to share my favourite Destiel fics that I read many years ago but still think about and reread quite often.
I've never seen other people talk about them on here, so maybe there is something new for you to discover!
They're all AUs, so if that's not your cup of tea, you can just ignore this list. :)
1. California Waiting
College AU, Friends to Lovers, 172k
Literally my favourite fic of all time. I read it every year. Itâs a slow burn, itâs friends with benefits, itâs the perfect College AU for me. You really experience Dean and Cas falling in love and it destroys me everytime. (In a good way!) Theyâre both so wonderfully written and the world theyâre surrounded by is so rich and lively. There are so many side characters in here and they all have their own stories and relationships and problems.
The story is basically that theyâre roommates in college and they start fucking because itâs easier than chasing girls all the time (lol) and theyâre in denial of their feelings all the time while already being very much in love. Just read it, itâs so good.
2. Shut Up (Put Your Money Where Your Mouth Is)
Accidental Marriage, Domestic Bliss, 24k
I already talked about this fic and I think Iâve read it four or five times already. Dean and Cas get drunk married in Vegas and they accidentally fall into a shared domestic live together. There is a cat and Cas has tattoos and they both work in an office where everyone gossips. Itâs really funny and so, SO sweet! And I love them both so much in this, they feel so real.
Itâs a wonderful fic that just feels like a warm hug.
3. Peanut Butter-Pumpkin Wedding Cake
Misunderstandings, 30k
Listen. This one is so funny because Dean is so dumb. He meets Cas at a strip club where he works because Casâ sister Anna has her bachelorette party there. Dean thinks Cas is the one marrying Anna and while he hangs around with Cas for various reasons throughout the rest of the fic he still thinks he cannot have him - while Cas is clearly interested in him and there is a lot of sexual tension. Itâs amazing how long this misunderstanding is not cleared up and the moment where Dean finally gets it makes me laugh every time. Also Cas is so cool in this one!
4. Get Some
College AU, Roommates, Angst, 26k
This one is quite angsty and Cas sleeps around a lot and takes drugs while Dean has his gay panic. I really like how Cas is this rebel and Dean tries not to be fazed by it but he is just really turned on. Amazing. Also later thereâs some talk about childhood trauma and Dean shows his caring side which is lovely.
5. Operative Word
Firefly AU, 54k
This was SO much fun to read and you donât even need to know Firefly to read this fic. Itâs set in space and Dean is captain of a crew when he meets Castiel, who is this mysterious outlaw. It is so well written and has a great plot. Would highly recommend!!
#this got long sorry!!!#but i wanted to share my all time faves#one of them is from 2009!!! so old!!!!#i love going back to old fics especially when they'e still good after all this time#ally.txt#spn#supernatural#destiel#spn fanfiction#fanfic recommendation#destiel fanfic#allys fic recs
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WWW's Weekly Winners (August 9-15, 2020)
These are the best things I read, watched, and listened to over the past week. Feel free to chat with me about my picks!
Book: Legend of the Galactic Heroes, Vol. 4: Stratagem by Yoshiki Tanaka (I enjoyed how many interesting characters there were and all the competing schemes they had.)
Movie or TV Show: The Peanut Butter Falcon (Fun, uplifting buddy film about a small-time outlaw who finds an unexpected traveling partner in a man with Down syndrome who has run away from home to pursue his dream of becoming a wrestler.)
Song: âBefore You Goâ by Lewis Capaldi
Fanfiction: Starlight, Star Bright by Rainflame @x-rainflame-x (FMA AU. The main appeal of this fic is usually all the angst, but, in the latest chapter, it was actually all about the sweetness.)
#wwwww#the peanut butter falcon#legend of the galactic heroes#stratagem#yoshiki tanaka#before you go#lewis capaldi#fullmetal alchemist#fanfiction
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Finnrey Robin Hood AU
For @finnreyfridays forest theme, inspired by this
- Rey is an outlaw scavenging what she can and giving it to the people in the hamlet of Jakku under the cruel and tyrannical reign of Prince Snoke
-(BB-8 is a cute little pig or something)
- despite being raised his whole life as royalty, Prince Finn saw through the lies he was told about how Snoke's reign was just
- when Rey's band of outlaws overtake a nobleman's caravan of riches, she meets Finn, and they both come away from the encounter a little changed: Finn longing to join Rey in the forest and leave his life behind, and Rey utterly charmed by Finn and unable to stop thinking about him
- One night Rey climbs up the tower to Finn's rooms - he wants to leave with her and fight against the crown but Rey urges him to stay so he can provide intel. She is worried about how Snoke might punish him if he ran away. Finn reluctantly agrees.
- (they part with a cute kiss OBVIOUSLY)
- But when Poe, a knight of the kingdom, is sentenced to death unjustly, Finn won't stand by and do nothing - he siezes the chance and helps Poe escape. They are chased into the forest and somehow BB-8 finds them and brings them to Rey's camp....
- Finn meets General Leia, the rightful heir to the throne, whose son chose to turn away from the Resistance to work for Snoke
- at some point there needs to be an epic duel between Finn and Lady Phasma who he was probably betrothed to or something
- Luke was exhiled by Snoke, maybe Finn and Rey have to find him???
- when Snoke is defeated Leia knights Rey and gives Finn Rey's hand in marriage and the PEANUTS RIDE OFF INTO THE SUNSET
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Soft Spot, Part 3
Regina is upset after Robin spends a night comforting the Evil Queen.
For the anon who requested Regina getting hurt by the EQ and Robin feeling guilty. (I went with an emotional sort of hurt for this one).
Part 1: The Evil Queen kidnaps Peanut, and Robin finds them together.
Part 2: Robin consoles the lonely Evil Queen,
Robin hadnât expected Regina to be awakeâawake and waitingâwhen he got home.
Heâd fully expected to come home to a quiet and darkened house, to put his daughter down into her cozy bassinette after a long, emotionally taxing day, and then retire himself. Heâd yearned for the warm comfort of their bed, expecting to slide in beside her and nuzzle against her, to breathe her in and hold her as he drifted to sleep. Â He expected that explanations of what happened that nightâexplaining the story from beginning to end and filling in the gaps of how the Evil Queen had ended up with his infant daughter, how sheâd cared for the tiny girl, never meaning her any harm, and how vulnerable and lonely sheâd been, and how he couldnât bring himself to leave her. Â And, heâd expected that with a nightâs rest behind them, they could discuss what happened with clear and rational heads, and heâd hoped with open hearts.
But what heâd expected hadnât been what happenedâŚ
When he got home that night, it was actually morning; and the darkness of the sky was beginning to fade away. When the door opened, a thin strip of light stretched out from the kitchen and his eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the light that grew brighter and brighter as he walked toward it. He took a breath as he entered the kitchen, setting his daughterâs carrier on the counter as his eyes fell to Regina.
His chest clenched and his jaw tightened as his eyes fell to her, sitting at the counter and nursing a cup of tea that had likely cooled long ago. Her shoulders were slumped forward and there were tear tracks on her cheeksâand when she looked up at him, he could see that her eyes were red and swollen.
âIt appears you have I have very different understandings of what it means to be home soon,â she says in a voice thatâs quiet and flat. âI waited up. I wanted to see her, to see that she was okay, to hold andâŚâ Shaking her head, she scoffs and looks back down at the cup of tea. âI didnât expect that youâd spend the whole night with her.â
âI⌠Iâm sorry,â he tells her, fully aware that his apology is only partially trueâhe doesnât regret the spending the better part of the night holding the Evil Queen or allowing her cuddle his daughter; he doesnât regret kissing her or making her feel less alone in the world, and he most certainly doesnât regret loving her in spite of everything. But he does regret that those things hurt Reginaâthat they hurt her other halfâand most of all, he regrets that theyâre even in this situation.
âAre you?â She asks as she turns to face him. âAre you sorry? What exactly is it that youâre sorry about?â She blinks and he watches the way her shoulders square in defense, watching as her walls go up and she prepares for a fightâa fight they both know will have no winner. âAre you sorry that I spent the entire night worrying? Worrying about what she might do to you, what she might say⌠what sheâd do to that precious little girlâŚâ Her voice cracks as it trails off. âWorrying about my worst nightmare coming true?â
âRegina, IâŚâ
âDid you think at all about me when you were with her?â
âThis⌠isnât fairâŚâ
âYouâre right,â she tells him with a curt nod, her eyes hardening as they meet his. âItâs not fair that you spend a night with her.â
âI⌠didnât spend the night with her,â he murmurs, somewhat caught off guard by the biting hurt behind her words and the defensiveness in his own. âYouâre making it sound like Iâm having an affair or thatâŚâ
âAre you?â
âRegina!â
âAre you!?â She asks again, her voice louder and her eyes wider as her chin begins to tremble. âIs⌠that why you stayed?â
âI just⌠I couldnât leave her.â
âOf course you couldnât.â
âRegina, this is ridiculous.â
âYou didnât answer my question,â she says, taking a short breath as her eyes press closed, her pain more than obvious. âAre you having anâŚâ
âSheâs not someone else,â he cuts in. âSheâs not some other woman. Sheâs you. When I feel in love with you, I fell in love with all of you; and even though you separated yourself, even though you tore yourself in half, and even though everyone in your life seems to think this was a good thing for you, I will never be convinced that it was.â He pauses for a moment, feeling his lungs deflate as he looks at her, feeling so helpless and lost, not knowing what to do or say. âI canât separate the two sides of you. When I look at her, I just see you.â
Looking up, Regina nods. âDo you⌠prefer that side of me? Do you prefer me like that?â
âRegina, this⌠isnât fair.â
âWell that I can agree with,â she says, her voice suddenly hoarse. His heart aches as she reaches up and swipes her fingers over her eyes, pushing away the tears that began to wellâand she when she looks back at him, all he wants to do is hold her and make it okayâbut he knows that he canât, he knows this isnât something that he can fix. âWhen she told me that she was going sit back and watch us all tear each other apart I⌠I⌠never thought that⌠that this where it would start.â
âReginaâŚâ
âI know better than anyone how manipulative she can be. I should have seen this coming.â
âRegina,â he murmurs again as she slides off the stool at the counter. âRegina, pleaseâŚâ he says, reaching for her as she turns away, shaking her head as she sucks in a breath and struggles against her tears. âIf youâd onlyâŚâ
âNot now,â she says as she walks past him. âI just⌠want to go to bed and⌠forget about this for a little while.â
âRegina, we should talk out this. You canât justâŚâ
âNo,â she says in a barely audible voice as she starts toward the stairs, leaving him standing there, alone and helpless, and overwrought with guilt; and he wishes, more than anything she could understand that every part of her was worth loving.
#oq ff#outlaw queen#evil outlaw queen#kinda?#regal peanut#outlaw peanut#season 6 au#ouat fanfiction#oq fic#oq prompt#robin hood#regina mills#the evil queen
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Overwatch cookbook lore thoughts
b/c Iâm not proud, Iâll be excited beyond reason for any scraps of lore and these are actually really fun
- let me open by saying that âA longtime resident of the Southwest, where cultures collide and outlaw justice prevails, Jesse McCree built his own personal brand of right and wrong. Also born out of a complex history, these cookies have a decidedly old-world flavour with a twistâ are the greatest lines ever conceived in the English language, and I am tempted to put my pen down for good in the face of it. Nothing I write will ever be as good. âalso born out of a complex history, these cookiesâ what more could I even add
on a further personal note: I canât fucking believe I actually hit on the emotional implications of the cookies thing like two years ago! between that and the was-temporarily-a-farmboy vindication I can keep warm on cold nights for approximately fifty years, thank you, my AU is at least canon adjacent in ways I didnât expect lol
also the idea of him starting the day by downing a drink that handily combines alcohol and caffeine makes me feel honor bound to reiterate that young jesse living off of coffee, alcohol, cigarettes and adrenaline must have been a wild-eyed, wildfire clever, awesome-in-the-original-sense sight to behold. I am laughing and crying simultaneously, which is the mood he habitually inspires in me god bless him Â
- for some actual new info and not just my rambling internal monologue: TorbjĂśrnâs wife Ingrid is a genius chemical engineer! One gets the feeling the Lindholm household is very warm and loving but exhausting to anyone without the genes for constant curious tinkering and experimentation
- There are very clear, very intentional mentions of both Vincent and Emily, which has me so sad all over again that this development team is housed in a company that actively sides with tyranny and human rights abuses (as opposed to the more tacit complicity of the rest of the industry, which remains shitty but at least most of them donât cheerfully double down on it in public. ah ainât capitalism grand fuck blizzard as a company, sympathy to the good people working for blizzard it must be a uncomfortable place to be)Â
- winston dipping bananas in peanut butter pudding to get them down fhdskjafhsakf now I donât know how aging actually works for borderline-my-god-what-has-your-science-wrought biological experiment gorillas, but he! is! such! a! teenage! boy!!!!! the sweetest hairiest teenage boy! give him his family back! dr. winston sr used to make them cookies ;o;
- Reinhardt remains indecently wonderful and delightful. âBeneath Reinhardtâs armor is a jovial man with an insatiable zest for lifeâ. poetry.Â
- âThough she had little time to cook, Ana could put together a comforting lentil soup even on nights when Fareeha insisted she needed nothing. A mother always knows bestâ đđđđ I am practically allergic to mother figures but you know what for all her faults ana amari is the actual best and I love her so much, they somehow managed to convey through fareehaâs recipes how much she misses her mom, h e l p Â
- D.Vaâs entries are just. harrowing. I like that they donât look away from the horrible inhuman weight on her shoulders every hour of every day even in this lighthearted cooking book, that was real nice of themÂ
- jack morrison is an absolute sweetie pie and it hurts me. seems like heâs one of the few heroes who actually does some cooking, along with reyes! also that little tidbit about him and ana eating breakfast together back in the day (and him absolutely doing the cooking in that duo)... BrOTP 4ever, between that and the mention of reyes, amari & morrison eating churros together after missions I am emotionally compromised
- Iâve seen Genjiâs before actually but for some comments: a) the fact that across the lore one of his most consistent Things is that on some level he just... really wants his big brother back? even after everything?? is an eternally bleeding wound in my heart that never heals, b) the shimadas had a dedicated family chef! and it sounds like they had a slightly closer relationship with the boys than whatâs implied to be the case in the ogundimu family, for example, and c) genji is one of the characters whoâs mentioned the most in other charactersâ recipes, predictably! I like that he learned to like the healthy muesli... eventually lol (also I feel like the canon has vacillated on whether he actually eats and drinks stuff still, but all this seems very settled that he does and has the whole way, even under Mercyâs care)
- can u believe... that hanzoâs idea of a simpler, happier time involves him overachieving enough to let him have a few minutes to himself and a meal alone. how does he do that. how does he break my heart at every turn. why is âdiligently completing the tasks his father had set out before himâ so crushingly achingly sad. he just wants to eat nice simple foods in peace everyone leave him alone I will fight talon I will fight the shimada clan pls just let something nice happen to him Y______________Y
- GLĂGG GLĂGG GLĂGG GLĂGG! secondhand scandinavian joy (the book neglects to mention that itâs a drink heavily associated with christmas/at the very least wintertime, it would feel super weird to drink it during the summer lol) also âsaftâ seems to be called âsquashâ in a lot of places in English, I had never thought to translate it before itâs just such an iconic childhood staple lolÂ
- I love that sombraâs show how much of a fucking nerd she actually is. being an elite amoral-ish hacker is 2% cool parkour and glowing implants and 98% sitting in the dark in front of a screen with snack food for days at a timeÂ
- I donât like Ashe very much, but BOB making comfort food for her unasked and her parents having ruined most desserts for her through emotional neglect and general shittiness are both undeniably heartbreaking
- *mercy, dead eyed, pouring brandy into her chamomile tea* self medicating (I CANâT BELIEVE THIS IS ACTUALLY CANON IT IS SO FUNNY)
- Roadhog conscientiously writing down Junkratâs -- letâs generously call them ârecipesâ -- just in case heâll want them later is the most weirdly heartwarming thing I have ever heardÂ
- âTheyâre a great dessert to share anywhere, including at clandestine meetings for plotting the next world crisisâ allow me to just... savour this mental image of talon members eating sweets under doomfistâs watchful eye for a bit (also... beneath the tough man act he is s u c h a rich fuckboy. he prefers gin because he thinks itâs more sophisticated oh my GOD)
#overwatch#meta#thinky thoughts#watch me try to navigate how much I love these characters and how indefensible blizzard is as a company hahaha...ha#again tho I suspect the people doing the actual writing and art and programming are probably as :l about this as we are
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Come in From the Cold - chapter one
I realized today that I never posted the full first chapter on here so I figured while I work on chapter two I might as well post it! You can read it here on ao3.
pairing: Clint Barton/Bucky Barnes
tags: fight club au, canon typical violence, deaf clint barton
description:Â Years ago, the United States government passed a law banning enhanced people, mutants, and superheroes, forcing them into prisons and graves. Newly reformed and no-longer brainwashed Bucky Barnes heads underground, into a fighting ring called The Avengers Initiative, and learns to make a living there using his specialized skills. Clint Barton isn't an enhanced person, per se, but hung up his bow and arrow for good with the passing of the accords. Itâs only when his best friend introduces him to the world of The Avengers Initiative does he start to get sucked back in.
âWe are not special.
We are not crap or trash, either.
We just are.
We just are, and what happens just happens.â
âChuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
Dodge. Dodge. Punch, miss. Dive, go for the legs. Go for my legs , he said. Jump back up, punch when he isnât expecting-
Clang!
Metal fist connects with shield. Backpedal, recalibrate. Push the shield away, kick at the chest. He throws the shieldâ dumb move â catch it. Throw it, donât bother looking as it cracks the closest wall and stays there.
Punch, punch, punch.
He goes down, does not get back up.
The lights go up, people cheering, some booing, but hardly audible over the clear and crisp announcement:
âThe Winter Soldier wins!â
-
Clint doesnât remember when the news broke.
Lots of people will tell you that they remember exactly where they were: drinking coffee on their balcony, listening to the radio. Or in the waiting room of a hospital, nervously watching the tv while their wife gives birth. A high school soccer game, where the announcer told everyone during halftime. Kate swears up and down that she heard it from a random twitter account before the story had even broke.
All Clint knows is that one day, enhanced individuals were outlawed, and he put he and Kateâs bows and arrows in the back of his closet, hidden behind boxes of Christmas decorations and clothes he refused to get rid of. It mustâve started as a normal day; put hearing aids in, drink an entire pot of coffee, take Lucky for a walk, go to the roof and shoot some arrows. Text Katie funny pictures of pigeons on the street and maybe call his therapist, if heâs feeling up to it. But by the end of the day, the world had practically ascended into chaos. People arrested, some killed in their homes, or in the street. Kate said that two kids at school were picked up and never seen again.
The accords, theyâre called. Clint didnât, and doesnât, keep up with politics. But even he understands just what they meant. No mutants, enhanced persons, superheroes . At best, youâre put on a watchlist and have to swear to never use your powers. At worst, jailed or sentenced to death, if youâre considered especially dangerous.
And as for why these accords were introduced?
No one really knows.
But Clint often wonders.
~
âIf you were really my friend youâd go with me,â Kate is saying. Clint is busy pretending heâs busy, the most of his torso hidden underneath his sink. Itâs been leaking for months now. Today seemed like as good a day as any to fix it. She continues, âDarcyâs taken me a few times.â
âHow did Darcy know how to get in?â The pipe is giving Clint just as hard of a time as Katie is. It wonât go any tighter, but maybe if he had a different toolâŚ
âSomeone she knows, knows someone, I guess. I donât know.â He can practically hear the shrug and eye roll in her voice. âCanât we just go together, this once? If you hate it you never have to go again.â
Clint hauls himself out from underneath the sink, starting to dig through drawers in pursuit of something he can better fix his sink with. He spares Kate a look, which is returned by an expression Clint can only describe as cross . âWhy canât you just go with your friends again if youâre so eager?â
The smile that Kate probably uses on her father to get more money is slapped onto her face. âBecause you, Clint Barton, are my best friend. The peanut butter to my jelly, the apple to my eye. The Romeo to my Juliet, but without the romance and the death-â
âI think I get your point.â
Kate circles around the counter that had been separating them and steps in front of him. âCome on, Clint. We have fun, they get paid. Itâs a win-win for everyone.â
Sure, Clint thinks, these people get the shit kicked outta them every night and we get to sit back and watch, hell of a lot of fun . He buries his face into his hands and leans against the counter, momentarily forgetting about his shitty sink. âFine.â
Kate thumps her fist gently against his face, nudging his hands away until theyâre resting at his sides. The expression on her face is telling, her eyebrows raised and lips pressed firmly together. Clint can see his reflection in the purple sunglasses that sit on the top of her head, so he pushes them down and over her eyes. Her stony expression doesnât falter, even as Clint feels Lucky forcing his way between their legs as if sensing trouble. Kateâs hand moves from his face to his bicep. âYou worry me sometimes, Barton.â
Clint rolls his eyes and moves away, pulling a wrench out of the drawer he was digging through and getting back onto the floor, rubbing Lucky behind the ear as he makes his way back under the sink. âChanging the subject wonât get you anywhere.â
The last thing Clint sees of Kate before heâs back under the sink is her arms thrown up exasperatedly. âIâll be back at ten, bring cash.â
He barely gets the word âokayâ out before the sound of the front door opening and closing echoes through his apartment.
~
Once the accords were put in place, enhanced people were out of jobs and essentially forced into hiding, assuming you hadnât been arrested or killed. Some went to trial, but they were fruitless efforts. You stopped seeing the announcements of verdicts, always guilty , on the news after a couple months.
Around this time, a wise guy named Nick Fury had the brilliant idea to put these enhanced people to work, with the help of genius-billionaire-playboy-philanthropist Tony Stark, allowing them to use their powers, let off some steam, and get paid while theyâre at it. This was the birth of an underground fighting ring called The Avengers Initiative . Stark buys the building, and all surrounding ones, builds a pseudo-arena in the basement and keeps them out of the eye of the public. Fury finds the people; fighters and workers and people in police forces and governments with grey morals. Together they built what has essentially become an empire , with fans and gamblers keeping the place in business.
Clintâs never been, but itâs been sitting in the back of his mind for months, ever since Kate first mentioned that she knew someone who knew someone who knows a placeâ whatever that really means. But now that heâs really going , he realizes that heâs never really considered what it all meant. Theyâre betting on real people .
Kate tells him not to think too hard about it.
They enter a tall building, clearly abandoned with the windows boarded up, grimy furniture left behind to rot. It looks like it was once a hotel, with a front desk sitting in front of little compartments which may have once held room keys. A large mouse-bitten rug covers most of the floor, swirls of deep red and gold starting to fade as dust gathers. Directly across from the door is an elevator, covered in graffiti. As they get closer, Kate leading the way, Clint can get a better look at the actual art, things like a spray-painted red spider outlined by a circle, red and white O âs with a star in the middle like a target, a bright purple A with an arrow through the middle, among others. Clint says nothing as Kate steps up to the elevator and holds down the up arrow.
A few moments pass, and nothing happens. Clint opens his mouth to say something like seems like no one is home when there is a light-heartedping! and the elevator doors open to a high-tech, seemingly new elevator, the bright lights making Clint squint for a second. Kate steps in without a second thought, turning and crossing her arms, a smirk on her lips. âYou coming or what?â
Clint promptly snaps his mouth shut, scrambling to get into the elevator before it closes.
The doors shut behind him, but it doesnât move yet. On the wall are upwards of fifty buttons, all with various symbols and numbers that donât appear to have any meaning.
To Kate they apparently do, reaching forward and pressing a series of buttons in a particular order, the buttons lighting up after each press. Clint counts thirteen buttons pressed when she finally stops, stepping back and standing next to him. He gives her a long look, only met with a half-hearted shrug as the elevator finally starts to move.
Clint stares at their reflections as the elevator descends. They tend to match, most of the time on accident , and tonight is no exception. Their purples stand out in the stark grey elevator, like Kateâs headband and pants, or Clintâs shoes and hearing-aids. It had always been their color.
His pointer finger twitches at his side. He balls his hand into a fist, trying to push that thought away. They know better.
The elevator stops, another lighthearted noise announcing their arrival. A few seconds pass and then the door opens, revealing them to the underground world of The Avengers Initiative .
The first thing Clint notices as they step out of the elevator is the giant hole in the floor.
Itâs surrounded by bleachers filled with people, yelling at the fighters below. Theyâre too far away to be able to see down into the ring, but whatever is happening is clearly causing an upset. Clint takes a step forward to get a closer look but is stopped by Katie grabbing his arm. âEasy tiger, we gotta go over here first.â
They move towards a booth of sorts, where a man sits behind a counter covered in various papers and underneath a giant screen that almost resembles a chalkboard, titled âBETTING POOLâ, listing names and figures in neat penmanship that Clint canât make sense of. The man is busy counting something that Clint and Kate canât see, and doesnât look up when they approach. Behind him are several safes, whatever theyâre holding is anybodyâs guess.
âHi,â Katie announces, slapping a hand onto the table, âWeâd like two please.â
Two pamphlets are slid towards them. Clint takes the one Kate hands him, glancing down at it, then back at her. âWhat is this?â
Kate is too busy opening the trifold to answer. The cover reads The Avengers Initiative in big font, followed by the same purple A that is graffitied on the elevator. Clint cautiously opens it all the way, glancing between the new information that each page has to offer.
The first page appears to be a schedule of the night, starting with Black Widow vs. Madame Mask and ending with Thor vs The Hulk , listing fifteen fights in total. The middle is a description of the rules of the fights and how the betting works, and the third is the top ten fighters, reading:
Winter Soldier
Captain America
Thor
Scarlet Witch
Captain Marvel
Black Widow
Miss America
Ms. Marvel
Quicksilver
Black Panther
Clint reads through the rules a few times, glancing up at Kate every few seconds as she talks to the guy running the thing, counting her cash. The names are a bit ridiculous, he thinks, then remembers that he and Katie didnât exactly have the best âcode namesâ either. He flips to the back, frowning at the large black text.
BURN WHEN DONE.
Kate, pausing to turn and look at him expectantly. âYou gonna bet anything?â
Clint glances at the list of names and the upcoming fights. Winter Soldier vs. Captain America is set for tonight, the top two names on the leaderboard. âSure,â Clint decides in a split second decision, âwhy not.â
He fills out a sheet of paper while Kate finishes hers, filling in the blanks, such as the date of the fight, how much heâs betting, his contact information. (Kate says this is so if any info leaks they know who was betting that night)
Who are you betting on? asks the paper. Clint writes, The Winter Soldier.
âGood choice,â comments the man as he takes Clintâs papers and money, writing on something and putting the money somewhere they canât see it. He does the same for Kate. â Safe choice.â
Clint wonders if thatâs an insult.
They move away from the booth after that, towards the bleachers at last.
Theyâre not completely full, people scattered among the three structures, some in groups and some by themselves. They sit at the bottom of the second bleacher, directly across from the elevator they came from, able to overlook the fighting ring below without anyone blocking their view. The ring is about two stories below them, and thereâs a huge gap between the ring and the walls. âThey can expand the ring for bigger, more powerful fighters,â Kate explains, pointing to the empty space between the walls and the ring. âThey donât have too many, but if you get a fight likeâŚâ she glances at her pamphlet as she crosses one leg over the other, âThor versus Hulk, theyâre gonna need a big space.â
Clint nods, glancing over her shoulder at her open trifold. No one is fighting currently, and there was a fight that was going on when they came in. âHow many dâya think weâve missed?â
âThat upset we heard coming in was probably Scarlet Witch related. From what Darcy told me, magic users donât get a lot of respect from the crowd. Well, her type of magic, anyway. Telekinesis.â
âAh.â
Kate nods, running her finger down the list. âScarlet Witch versus Shocker is tricky because he would usually be a pretty good match for, like, Black Panther or someone, because theyâre combat fighters. She can just pick you up and throw you somewhere.â
âThereâs a reason sheâs ranked number four.â
She throws her hands up. âI know right!â
Clint leans back and surveys the people around them, who are either talking amongst themselves, digging through their wallets, or furiously making notes in their pamphlets. âSo, Katie-Kate, whoâd you bet on?â
He almost misses it, as she covers her mouth with her hand. Kate is blushing . Clint stares at her, then prods at her shoulder. âWhat have you been hiding from me!â
Kate covers her face with her hands, uncrossing her legs and leaning on on his shoulder. âMiss America.â
âAnd?â
âSheâs so fucking hot, Clint.â
The gears turn in Clintâs head. âKatie, youâve only seen this girl fight in a fight club .â
âSheâs still hot!â
Sheâs about to say something else, but the lights dim and a voice cuts her off, loud and booming throughout the makeshift arena, but oddly robotic and calm, and British?
âWelcome back, ladies and gentlemen. The eighth fight of the night is one of the most anticipated ones of the week, with our top two seeds, The Winter Soldier versus Captain America.â Two people enter the ring from the entrance, walking up the steps to the slightly elevated ring. One is clad in red, white, and blue, Captain America , Clint thinks, and carrying a shield. The other, the Winter Soldier, is dressed head to toe in black except for his left arm, which is entirely silver, and his dark brown hair is long. Itâs hard to make out any more features than that. âAs always, the rules of the ring are as follows: No leaving the ring, no guns or knives, and finally, the fight continues until one person says the codeword or is knocked unconscious.â
Captain America and the Winter Soldier walk to opposite sides of the ring and step into what can best be described as a battle stance , staring each other down. The Soldierâs left side is facing them, and only then does Clint realize that the silver is his arm .
âYou may begin,â chimes the voice, followed by a buzzer sound, signalling the beginning of the fight. Immediately the two fighters are lunging at each other, Captain America punching with the shield, the Winter Soldier blocking with that metal arm, occasionally managing to get a punch or a dodge in.
People are yelling, no surprise there really, mostly encouragement to their preferred fighter or anger about a missed punch or failed dodge. The guy a few seats above them is up on his feet and gesturing wildly, screaming something about his kidsâ lunch money and grandmas.
Theyâre nearly an even match for each other, Clint thinks as another punch is blocked. They carry on for a few minutes like this. Itâs an entertaining fight, he must admit. Clint is nearly on the edge of his seat, and Kate is biting her thumbnail. The Winter Soldier dives to the side to avoid a shot with the shield, and punches, his metal fist colliding with the shield and producing a clang! noise so loud that some people cover their ears. Clint isdeaf and he almost felt the reverb.
âJesus,â Kate mutters. Clint is inclined to agree.
Thereâs some distance between them, now. Captain America throws the shield, bad move , Clint thinks as the Soldier catches it and throws it, almost recklessly . It connects with the wall across from where Kate and Clint are sitting, and stays there, cracks webbing from the incision.
Theyâre at it hand-to-hand now, and itâs clear whoâs winning. The audience grows even louder as the Soldier lays down relentless punches, to the stomach and to the face.
Clintâs stomach twists.
Captain America falls to the ground after one final punch, and does not get back up.
The lights go up, people cheering, some booing, so Clint can hardly hear the announcement:
âThe Winter Soldier wins!â
-
âI told you to go for my legs,â Steve is saying.
Bucky wants to bash Steveâs face in for a second time that night. He wonât stop talking, even after Dr. Cho asked him to while she gave him stitches on his lower lip. She pokes his forehead to shut him up again, gently applying some sort of ointment to his shoulder. Buckyâs already gotten the Docâs five star treatment, now trying to fix one of the plates on his hand by himself. Heâd rather not visit Stark this week, not after last time when he had all but removed the damn thing after an interesting fight with Scarlet Witch when she had fucked up all of his inner wirings.
âToo easy,â Bucky says around the flashlight heâs holding in his mouth, âif I wanted the fight to end in a minute and successfully half our pay, thenIâd go for your legs.â
Cho gives Steve the go-ahead to jump off her table, moving back to her equipment and beginning to sterilize, getting ready for whoever will come after their fight next. He approaches Bucky, taking the flashlight from his mouth so he can dig into his hand with the screwdriver more easily. It doesnât seem to be doing much. âBesides,â Bucky continues, refusing to look up at his best friend, who is surely smirking despite that fat lip, âmaybe you oughta learn not to throw that shield at me. You know what Iâm gonna do with it.â
âToo easy,â is all Steve has to say on that particular matter.
They walk through the winding halls of the Facility together until they get to the locker room, where only Black Widow remains from the previous fights. A few others preparing for their upcoming fights linger. She greets them with just a raise of her eyebrows, likely because of the cut on her lip.
âWeâre matching,â Steve fumbles. Bucky tries to hide his snort in the sound of the locker opening, but probably fails. The Widow doesnât point it out, but Steve is already turning pink. Flirting has never been his forte.
âSo we are,â she says. âHow was the fight?â
âGood,â Bucky shrugs at the same time Steve says, âhe won.â
âWhat about you?â
Black Widow waves a hand in a so-so motion. âI won. I donât think that Madame Mask will be around for much longer.â
âThat was what, her third fight?â
âSomething like that.â She stands and pulls on the sweatshirt that had been sitting on her lap, covering the bruises and cuts that are exposed in the tank-top. The hood covers her red hair, and her hands are shoved into the pockets. âSee ya around, boys.â
Bucky waves without looking as Steve stammers his way through a goodbye.
âYou gotta get better at that, man. Itâs been years.â Bucky shrugs on a t-shirt, then a sweatshirt. He digs around in his backpack for a few seconds before he can find what heâs looking for, a glove that looks like a hand, nearly identical to his right one. You canât tell its fake, unless youâre actively looking at it like it is. He slips it on as Steve sits down to start putting shoes on, wincing as it nudges the plate he just fixed.
âSheâs just soâŚâ Steve trails off.
The hand settles into place as he wiggles his fingers. âYeah,â Bucky agrees. âShe is.â
They say hello to a few others as they leave, to Ms. Marvel braiding Miss Americaâs hair, and to Thor swinging his hammer in the hallway, and to Bruce, carrying a huge stack of papers into Furyâs office.
Hugging each other tightly despite the injuries they themselves caused, they split and go down different hallways, towards different exits. Bucky knows Steve will go home and nurse his injuries some more and drink tea and maybe sketch something, whatever it is Steve does when Bucky isnât around.
Bucky leaves and takes the long way home, down streets he doesnât have to and on subways he wouldnât normally, losing the tail he is always worried will some day follow him home. Itâs unlikely, Stark and Fury have a pretty foolproof security system, butâŚ
He locks the door behind him, and begins the long and complicated process of checking every door and window, all the light fixtures, underneath cushions and inside cupboards. He finally collapses onto his uncomfortable mattress and sleeps a light and unsound sleep, the sun only just beginning to rise.
~
If Bucky could go back and do one thing in his life differently, he never wouldâve joined the army.
It was the catalyst for what would become his life. Join the army, get captured by some Nazis, pumped full of steroids, get rescued by your best friend, coincidentally also pumped full of steroids but by some secret branch of government rather than Nazis, join his band of merry men, fall off a train, become a brainwashed assassin with a metal arm, get saved by your best friend, again. All in the span of a few years.
Then the accords happened and SHIELD got shut down, leaving Bucky in a state of limbo.
James Buchanan Barnes was legally dead to most people. So Bucky holed up in a shitty apartment in Brooklyn, near where he and Steve grew up, with a fake name and a new backstory, effectively going under the radar of the government. Steve wasnât so lucky, having been SHIELDâs golden boy for years before the accords. He was arrested but released soon after, having been deemed unlethal and his name added to the watchlist.
They managed fine by themselves for a few weeks. Bucky did things for money that heâs not exactly proud of, but thatâs not new. Steve tried to remain Godâs righteous man, attempting to speak out against the accords but just getting himself into more trouble.
And then Nicky Fury showed up at Buckyâs door.
No one except for Steve knew where Bucky livedâ yet there he was, with his dumbass eye patch and a job offer.
So now Bucky and Steve get beat up four out of seven days of the week, earning barely enough money to cover the bills and working the only job that people of their kind could ever hope to get in this political climate.
Buckyâs had worse jobs, he supposes.
~
Itâs a rough few weeks, after the fight with Steve.
The decline starts with a match against Quicksilver, who he barely beats, managing to trip him as he passes. Captain Marvel catches one of his punches and essentially melts the metal of his left arm, calling for the end of the fight and a trip to Starkâs workshop. Scarlet Witch destroys him in an embarrassing fight, twisting his arms until he canât move and essentially forcing him to call uncle.
He doesnât bother going to see Dr. Cho or Stark, grabbing his bag and leaving behind a confused Steve and Black Widow in the hallway.
The exit that leads to the alley behind the building is the one Bucky chooses that night, climbing up the ladder and exiting through a small panel in the floor, closing it behind him and walking onto the alley as if nothing is out of the ordinary.
He shoulder checks someone and winces as his left shoulder lets out a mechanical whine. The guy stops and turns to stare at him, frowning. âWhat was that?â
Bucky protectively holds his left arm against his chest, and clears his throat. âBad cough.â
The guy steps forward. âThat sounded like-â
Bucky turns and sprints in the other direction, not listening to whatever the guy is yelling after him, or looking back to see if anyone is following.
Itâs nearly three am by the time he gets into his apartment, having crossed more streets than usual and ridden more buses and subways than he can count on both hands. A paper is taped to his front door, asking for rent ASAP. Crumpling it up in his hand, Bucky slips inside.
He locks his door with a shaking hand, his metal one still tucked close to his chest. The series of locks all click into place with a finalizing snap . Bucky leans against the door, allowing himself to loosen his shoulders and breathe for a moment. Maybe he overreactedâ but getting arrested wouldnât have been a good end to what has already been a shitty few weeks. He checks the windows and the cupboards like he usually does, and only then does he let himself completely calm down, collapsing onto the dingy old mattress that sits in the corner of the room. On the floor next to it is a record player and a cardboard box full of miscellaneous tools, which Bucky stares at, then reluctantly sits up. He puts a record on first, grabbing one from the stack at the foot of the bed at random, then sheds his shirt and sets to work at his arm.
The Andrews Sisters sing cheerily about a famous musician going to war. Buckyâs head already hurts from the Witchâs magic, but he rolls his eyes and almost makes it worse.
âBut then his number came up and he was gone with the draft, he's in the army now blowing reveille.â
The music is turned up as loud as the old record player will go in an attempt to force Bucky to listen to it instead of his own thoughts, whether or not it really works is to be decided.
Bucky flips open a few panels on his bicep, shining a flashlight on the inner wires and craning his neck so he can get a good look inside. A few are disconnected and tangled, explaining the pain, but others are completely fried. Which means Bucky has to see Stark, again .
âDammit,â he mutters, snapping the panel shut and tossing the flashlight and screwdriver back into the box. No other fighter saw Tony Stark as much as Bucky didâ in the few years heâd been fighting, Bucky was getting tired of the guy.
The bathroom is the only part of the apartment that is in a seperate room from the rest, but is barely big enough to fit a shower, sink, and toilet. Bucky showers in the cold water, letting blood and grime wash away from his skin. With only one arm, the shower lasts longer than it needs to, but he relishes in it, for the time being.
The bed isnât comfortable by any means, nothing more than a lumpy mattress with some threadbare blankets thrown on top, but to Buckyâs tired and worn body, it feels like the softest bed in the world.
-
There are three hundred and twenty-seven arrow holes in Clintâs apartment.
A hundred and two are in Clintâs bedroom, sixteen of those are on the ceiling, seventy-five are in the kitchen, one hundred and thirty-nine are scattered around the living room walls, ten are in the various furniture around the house, and one is in the bathroom. (that one had been an accident)
None had been added to the collection since the accords broke the news.
Clint stands in front of his closet, hands on his hips. Lucky sits next to him, head cocked to the side and tongue hanging out, his tail thumping happily on the floor. Clint doesnât dare open the closet, has barely touched it in years, but now feels strangely drawn to it. Heâs been frequenting the Facility , as Kate calls it, over the last few weeks. He doesnât have a ton of money to gamble, but heâs fascinated by the process, and knows that it helps the fighters get paid. Itâs a whole new world, seeing these people in action. Magic users, and super soldiers, and demigods . Kateâs still obsessed with that girl, bets all of her money away no matter the odds.
And of course, thereâs the Winter Soldier.
Dressed in black, with that lethal silver arm. He seems to be wearing thin, is what Kate had said, the more fights they watched of his. He went from the top seed to barely staying in the top ten, now ranked number nine.
The bow and arrow in the closet feel like theyâre yelling his name. Take us to the roof, Clint. No one can see you from up there.
Instead, he leaves his apartment and makes his way to the abandoned building by himself, punching in the code to the elevator and entering the code he now knows. He descends into the facility, his heart hammering loudly in his chest.
Coulson is running the info booth like he usually is, typing something on a laptop. There are a few people lined up, so Clint grabs a pamphlet and waits in the queue, scanning the lineups for the night.
The eighth fight of the night. Iron Fist vs. Winter Soldier.
Clint steps up in front of Coulson when itâs his turn. He passes over the papers without a word, which Clint fills out quickly. Heâs starting to have the pages memorized, able to fill them out without much thought.
Who are you betting on? asks the paper. Clint writes, The Winter Soldier, and hands the paper back over to Coulson. His eyes skim it, then his eyebrows raise.
âThatâs a lot of money. Youâre betting on losing dogs, Barton.â
âJust take the damn money.â
Coulson does without another word, letting Clint walk to his normal spot on the bleachers.
Thereâs a fight already in progress. Black Widow has her thighs locked around Captain Americaâs head, and sends both them topping to the ground. The shield rolls sideways and lands a few feet away. Captain America shoves Black Widow off of him roughly, diving after the shield and attaching it to his arm, jumping towards the Widow once more to knock her down.
He misses, the shield cracking the floor of the ring. Black Widow kicks at Captain Americaâs legs, sending him to the floor on his back. She straddles his chest, lifting a fist to punchâ
Something must happen, because her hand lowers and she crawls off him, that British voice coming over the speakers to announce:
âThe Black Widow wins!â
She holds out a hand to help him up, which he accepts. The man next to Clint isnât yelling very nice things, but Clint refrains himself from saying anything. The dude looks like he could hold his own in the ring.
Several fights go by after that, Clint unable to pay much attention to them, his mind elsewhere. Miss America wins her fight against Black Panther, Clint tells himself that heâll have to tell Kate about it later.
Finally the voice announces that itâs time for Winter Soldier versus Iron Fist, the two fighters stepping out of the entryway and into the ring. The Soldier is dressed in his usual getup, all black with the arm exposed, while the Iron Fist stands out in greens and yellows. While the announcer drones through his usual speech, the Winter Soldier spins his metal arm to stretch it a few times, then flexes his metal fingers, as if unsure of himself.
Thereâs the buzzer, and the two men go for each otherâ
Itâs a brutal loss, for the Winter Soldier.
Clint has to give him credit, the guy didnât tap out even when people were yelling at him to. He goes down and stays down with a final glowing fist, hitting the ground with the painful sound of his metal arm hitting the floor.
âThe Iron Fist wins!â
A few people come out of the doors as the Iron fist exits, laying the Soldier on a stretcher and exiting unceremoniously.
Clint stands just as the same guy says to his friend, âwhat a pussy. Canât even handle Iron Fist .â
Turning away from him, Clint balls his hands into fists, the temptation to punch the guy getting stronger the more he hears. Still, he forces himself to step away, moving towards the elevator and waving at Coulson as he passes. He doesnât get any response except for a look that feels something like I told you so .
Once on the ground floor, Clint glances around the sparse room. The fighters must exit from somewhere, right? Kate had mentioned that Stark owns this building and all surrounding onesâŚ
The street outside is mostly empty, no one to watch as Clint slips into an alleyway next to one of the buildings. There isnât muchâ a few trash cans, a pile of blankets and clothes that Clint figures is from a homeless person, and a doorway to the adjacent building. First Clint moves to the door, prodding it, then moving to the handle. It doesnât budge.
No surprise thereâ Clint moves to the trash cans, lifting the lids and finding nothing but garbage, rotting food and wrappers and probably drugs, knowing New York. Nothing there.
He moves to the blankets, toeing them away with his foot to avoid touching them. Clint frowns, crouching down and running his fingers along the crack in the ground, a faint light coming from beneath the surface.
âWhat are you doing?â
Clint spins around, half expecting to see a police officer. Then heâd be really and truly screwed . But itâs just a guy, with a grey sweatshirt and a backpack and long hair and holy shit .
Itâs him.
Clint splutters, which seems to annoy the Winter Soldier. He takes a step forward, clearly threatening. Clint finally gets a good look at his face, which is battered and bruised from his fight twenty minutes previous. Stony grey-blue eyes, a cleft chin covered with stubble. Both cheekbones bruised, and a split lip. Clint witnessed the fightâ it doesnât take a genius to picture what the rest of his body must look like.
Thinking quickly, Clint throws his hands up in surrender. âItâs not what it looks like.â
The Soldier glances between Clint and the pile of dirty fabric behind him, unwavering.
âOkay, maybe itâs exactly what it looks like.â The Winter Soldier takes another step forward. âBut I can explain!â
âYou should probably start.â His voice is low and gravelly, but Clint wonders if thatâs circumstantial.
Clint isnât sure what to say for a moment. âIâm a big fan of your work,â is what comes out of his mouth when his mouth catches up with his brain.Jesus Christ , Clint can practically hear Katie saying.
âYouâre what? â The Soldier is suddenly in Clintâs space with his fist in his shirt, lifting Clint up until theyâre nearly nose to nose, even though Clint is taller than the other man. Clint blinks rapidly, his hands going to the Soldierâs wrists. Right hand, he notes.
âI shouldâve worded that differently,â he manages. âIâve seen you fight. Iâm into it.â Clint winces and wonders if he imagined the Soldierâs grip loosening. âI meanâ I want to buy you a drink, or something.â
Jesus Christ, what is he doing? Kateâs gonna kill him.
Clint stumbles as the Winter Soldier drops him and steps back. He keeps talking, even as the Soldier walks to the edge of the alley and looks out, left and right, as if about to cross the street, but doesnât leave yet. âI know thatâs weird butâŚâ You fascinate me, is what he wants to say. Instead, he whispers, âyou seem like you need one.â
The Soldier slowly turns back towards Clint, holding his gaze. Something passes between them, Clint canât quite say what, but it breaks when the Soldier looks away again. âNo,â he mutters, then repeats it again, louder. âNo.â
Then, he steps into the street, leaving Clint in the dust, left to wonder what just happened.
-
Bucky thinks of the guy who confronted him in the alleyway three nights previous.
He thinks of his shaggy blonde hair, and the silly purple hearing-aids. The purple band-aid that was on his nose, and the feeling of his hands on Buckyâs arm as he said Iâm into it .
Bucky lands another punch to Draxâs face, but is roughly shoved to the ground again. The shouting of the crowd rings loudly in Buckyâs ears as Drax kicks his stomach. And then the manâs voice again, offering to buy him a drink. He forces himself up, can feel the metal creak of his arm throughout his body, and grabs at Draxâs body, slamming his head down onto his knee. Draxâs body crashes to the ground, as Buckyâs had done just seconds ago.
The man in the alleyâs face sticks in Buckyâs mind as he punches one last time, and stays there as JARVIS announces:
âThe Winter Soldier wins!â
Remorsefully, Bucky thinks it feels good to win again.
~
It doesnât surprise Bucky when he goes back to that alley and find the man crouched over one of the facility exits. Heâs feeling better than he has in weeks, even fresh out of a brutal fight. He needed the win, and the cash.
âThats a bad idea,â calls Bucky, causing the man to spin around and stand abruptly. Heâs disheveled, his blonde hair flying in every direction and shirt wrinkled. âIt can only be exited from. Try to enter and youâll get yourself killed.â
The guyâs eyes flick around Buckyâs person, from his hood, to his hands, to the backpack, and to his face again. âNoted,â he says cautiously.
Bucky shifts from foot to foot, and sniffs awkwardly. âIâll take you up on that drink.â
-
The Winter Soldier is⌠odd.
He nurses cheap whiskey, and his eyes are constantly moving, sweeping around the bar, constantly on guard. His left hand, the one that Clint knows is metal but is currently masked with a glove that resembles a flesh hand, taps nervously on the table.
Clint stares at him, studying his features and trying to get a read on him. Tonight he sports a black eye with a heavy gash over the eyebrow, clean and stitched up already. The bruise from a few nights ago is almost faded on his cheekbone, and the gash that was on his lip is scabbed over. Every second that passes Clint thinks of another questionâ but keeps his mouth shut. Heâs finally got the guy here, he doesnât want to fuck it up.
Finally, half way through his own drink, he says, âIâm Clint Barton.â
The Soldierâs blank expression does not falter, but his eyes stop their sweep and land on Clint.
When he doesnât say anything, Clint clears his throat. âThis is when you tell me your name.â
The Soldier snorts as he lifts his drink to his mouth. There is a ghost of a smile on his features, and Clint realizes that he is handsome . The thought is gone before Clint can really focus on it, because the Soldier is talking.
âNot many people know my real name.â
âAwfully cryptic of you.â
He huffs something out that sounds close to a laugh, and moves to stand. âThanks for the drink, but youâre going to have to try harder than that.â
âWait!â Clint all but yells. The Soldier looks at him, tilting his head slightly. âCome on, man. Iâll do all the talking, how about that? I have nothing better to do.â The Iâm sure you donât, either is left unsaid.
The Soldier sits back down, raising his eyebrows and leaning back in his seat.
Clint takes that as the go ahead, and launches into the story of when he picked up Kate from school a few years ago and they ended up on a roadtrip to Orlando, Florida.
âYouâre friends with a high schooler?â
âI used to be friends with a high schooler. Now sheâs in college.â Clint wrinkles his nose. âOr so she claims.â
âHow did that happen?â
Clint often wonders the same thing: how did he and Kate become friends? She was sixteen and good with a bow and arrow, Clintâs brother had just died and he was great with a bow and arrow. He had been in a bad place, Katie had been in a bad place, high school . They had just seemed to fit. The two of them and Lucky were their own little family.
âI crashed into her living room.â The sound of the Soldier putting his glass on the table signifies his surprise. âItâs kind of a long story.â
The story of running away from the mafia that killed your brother is a third or fourth date kind of story, anyway. It ends like how most of Clintâs stories end, with Kate saving his ass. The Soldier didnât need to know that quite yet.
The front door of the bar opens and closes. Clint hears it rather than sees it, but the Winter Soldier tenses up, removing his arms from the table and shoving them into the pockets of his sweatshirt, forcing his shoulders down in a way that doesnât look incredibly inconspicuous. Clint glances over his shoulder at whoever just walked in.
A police officer is moving to sit at the bar, holding a hand up to signal the bartender. Clint glances back to the Soldier, who looks two seconds from bolting out the door.
âHey, my apartment isnât too far from here.â
The Soldier is up and moving towards the door, apparently not needing any more convincing. Clint scrambles after him, leaving some bills on the table. The Soldier pushes the door open, Clint close behind him, sparing a glance at the cop. Heâs watching them, but itâs not the kind of I know youâre secretly enhanced persons look, itâs more like, I sure hope these drunk idiots donât become a problem. At least, Clint thinks it is. Heâs never liked cops.
~
âMake yourself at home,â Clint announces. Lucky is happy to see them, his tongue rolling out of his mouth. The Soldier slips in and snaps the door shut quickly, as if afraid that the police officer had followed them to Bed Stuy and would be able to sneak in through the crack of the door. Lucky noses at the Soldierâs left hand.
âYou didnât mention a dog,â he says, pulling his hand away protectively, but allowing his right one to gently scratch Lucky behind the ear.
Clint shoves his shoes off and moves to the kitchen, putting on a pot of coffee. âWhat, you allergic?â
The Soldier follows, notably not removing his shoes (rude), trailed by Lucky. âNo.â He glances around the kitchen, at the seventy-five arrow holes, frowning.
âArrows,â explains Clint, hopping up onto the counter. He watches the Soldier poke at the holes with an odd feeling settling in his stomach.
âArrows?â
Humming, Clint looks at the contents of the kitchen counter. He spots a bottle, grabs the cap, contemplates his surroundings for a moment, then flicks it. It bounces off the bubbling coffee pot, the fridge, and into the trash. The Soldierâs eyebrows shoot up in question. Clint shrugs. âJust canât seem to miss.â
The Soldier leans back. âYouâre enhanced?â
Clint waves his hand in a so-so gesture. âIâm deaf,â he taps his hearing-aids, âworking theory is that my senses are heightened. But I like to think that Iâm just really cool.â Kateâs aim is just as good as his and sheâs not deaf.
âAnd that explains the arrow holes how?â
âBow and arrow is kinda my thing. Was my thing.â Clint winces. âIâm not on an enhanced list, butâŚâ
The Soldier sits down at the kitchen table, his shoulders loosening. âBetter safe than sorry.â
âYeah,â Clint agrees. âI donât know if you can even call a deaf guy with a penchant for pointy sticks enhanced, but me and my sidekick hung up our bows for good when the accords happened anyway.â
âSidekick?â The Soldier asks, the barest hint of a smirk in his voice. The corner of his mouth is slightly upturned, Clint notices. âYou seem more like the sidekick-type than this Kate.â
Rolling his eyes, Clint hops off the counter to pour them two mugs of coffee. âPartners in heroism, whatever you want to call us.â
Two steaming cups of coffee are placed on the table. The Soldier drinks his quickly, while Clint nurses his own.
âSo,â Clint starts after a few minutes of silence and coffee drinking, âif I canât ask for your name, can I ask for your phone number?â
âReal smooth, Barton.â
Clint stands and digs through one of the drawers, pulling out a pen and notepad.
To his surprise, the Soldier takes it, and slides the notepad towards himself, looking contemplative. A brief moment passes, followed by the faint sound of pen on paper. âI donât have a cell,â the Soldier explains, âso youâll just have to stick with calling the landline that came with the apartment.â
Clint is tempted to make a joke about this being the 21st century, but refrains, just watches the Soldierâs neat numbers as they appear on the page.
The Soldier stands after leaving his final mark on the page. âThanks for the drinks, Barton. And for paying me.â
Following him to the entryway, Clint watches the Soldier crouch and pet Lucky a few more times. âNo problem man.â After a second, Clint adds, âI promise to call.â
The Soldier opens the door and looks at Clint with soft eyes. âDonât bother,â he says, but it lacks venom, and comes across as a joke more than anything, promptly shutting the door.
When he returns to the kitchen, Clint picks up the notebook, running his fingers over the numbers, and the letters underneath them. My friends call me Bucky, is written in the neat handwriting.
Bucky.
Before he goes to bed that night, Clint programs the number into his phone under that name, and burns the trifold that had been folded and stuffed in his back pocket. He crawls into bed, running the events of the night through his mind. As he falls asleep, Lucky at his feet, Clint makes a mental note to call Kate in the morning. Sheâs going to hit him so hard.
-
Bucky feels like heâs about to fall over.
Tony Stark has him propped up on a table, left arm supported by some sort of stirrup, keeping it in place while Stark delicately takes it apart. Every panel is open, exposing the skeletal wires and inner workings. Bucky averts his eyes, not comforted by the fact that his left arm can so easily be taken apart and put back together again.
âThis is what, the fourth time youâve broken the thing this month?â
â I didnât break it.â Bucky shrugs his right shoulder, closing his eyes and trying to force the incoming headache away.
âCoulda fooled me,â remarks Stark, pulling out what looks like a fried microchip, connected to a coil of tangled wires. âHow does this even happen?â
The fingers of the arm twitch violently as Stark disconnects the chip, letting out one sad whine before the arm totally loses power. Bucky can feel the weight sagging and pulling down the left side of his body. If he wasnât already close to exhaustion, working to keep himself straight is going to become a chore. âAsk Thor,â he groans, digging his right hand into the edge of the table. âThere isnât a better way you can do this?â
âUnfortunately not. You ask Thor to stop frying all your systems.â
Bucky winces as he remembers the fight that occurred an hour ago. He won, of course, he was finally starting to get his mojo back, but his arm suffered a fatal thunderous blow, barely able to wiggle the fingers. So here Bucky sat, in the company of Tony Stark, for the last thirty minutes. His whole body was tingling from the lightning, and a cut that had only just begun to heal had been reopened on the side of his face.
Stark glances between whatever heâs doing and Buckyâs face. âYou want someone to fix that?â
âNo.â
He shrugs, going back to the arm. âYour loss.â
Bucky just closes his eyes and tries not to pass out, listening to the whirring of Starkâs machines and his occasional mumbling to himself. An indefinite amount of time passes until the door whirs open, making Bucky snap his eyes open. Stark is still sitting next to him, but now wears a mask over his face while he blow-torches something. Bucky tries to wiggle his fingers, feels nothing. So theyâre not done yet.
Steve approaches, glancing between Stark and Bucky and Buckyâs arm, raising an eyebrow.
âThor,â is all he can say. Stark flips his mask up and leans back, looking at him.
âHe awakens!â
Ignoring him, Steve leans against a table nearby. Thereâs a freshly sewn gash that extends from the center of his forehead, moves over his eyebrow, and disappears into his hairline. Bucky reaches over to touch the dried blood where the cut stops. âBlack Panther?â
Steve shrugs. âHeâs got some mean claws.â
Bucky is well aware of how those claws feel on skin. He drops his hand back to the table, looking over at Stark. âHow much longer?â
âDepends on if this works.â Stark lifts the chip that he had been working on with a pair of tweezers. âHey, Cap, whereâs the Widow? Arenât you usually on her tail?â
The look on Steveâs face is funny enough to make Bucky huff a soft laugh. Stark isnât exactly wrongâ Steveâs been smitten with the woman since she first joined the Initiative. If heâs not with Bucky, heâs probably hanging around Black Widow. Their last fight ended with Steve tapping out and letting her win. Bucky canât imagine she took that too well.
Steve chooses to ignore Starkâs comment. âHow are you, Buck?â
âPeachy.â Stark places the new and improves chip wherever itâs supposed to go. It feels like a needle is poked into Buckyâs nonexistent skin, causing him to grit his teeth and inhale sharply. âNever been better.â
A hand is placed on Buckyâs right shoulder, a steadying force.
Stark finishes up, placing wires where they need to be and chips back into their panels. Bucky regains feeling in the arm slowly, like cold water trickling up the fingers, through the faux veins, and into the bicep until it feels like itâs a part of Bucky again. He can flex the fingers, and move the wrist, lift the arm out of the stirrup and stretch it, just as he had been able to do before Thor wrecked it. âThanks, Stark,â Bucky says, as genuinely as he can as he jumps off the table.
He has already flipped the mask back down and has moved on to a different project, waving a hand absently. âJust tell Point-Break to be careful with my things, next time.â
When Bucky gets home nearly two hours later, his wallet barely any more full than it had been when he walked into the facility earlier in the night, he goes immediately to the phone on the wall after locking the door, instead of to the windows and cupboards like he usually would. Clint has left two more messages since Bucky checked that morning.
He holds the phone to his ear with his newly fixed hand, closing his eyes as he listens to the message.
âHey, Bucky, itâs Clint. You probably knew that already. I just got home from lunch with Katie. Sheâs good, thank you for asking.â Bucky laughs. âIâll tell her you say hello. I took Lucky to a dog park today but he refused to play with any of the other dogs, just laid at my feet and slept. Dumb dog, probably dreaming of pizza. It made me feel nice, though. Apparently he prefers my company to other dogs. What does that say about me? Anyway, Iâm planning on going tonight. Just thought youâd like to know. Call me back whenever you feel like itâ or not, if. You know. You donât.â
The second one is shorter, and probably left not too long ago.
âGood job, tonight. Hope you get that checked out.â It takes Bucky a moment to realize that Clint is referencing the arm. âYou should take a break. Seems like you need it.â Thereâs a pause so long that Bucky wonders if something is wrong with his phone. Then, Clint continues, âIâll call you tomorrow. And the day after that. You canât ignore me forever.â The line clicks when he hangs up.
Bucky doesnât really know why he hasnât called Clint back. Clint clearly seems interested in him. Every night he promises himself that heâll call back, but he never does.
Pulling the phone away from his ear, Bucky realizes that half of it is covered in blood from the side of his face. âShit,â he mutters, dropping it and letting it hang on the line. Bucky wanders to the bathroom to clean himself up, telling himself that heâll call Clint back. As soon as heâs clean. Maybe.
-
Kate throws herself through the door, scaring Lucky out of the room and Clint off the couch he was peacefully asleep on.
He doesnât have his hearing-aids in, but the sound of the door hitting the wall was just loud enough to startle him. Kate hovers over his body, saying something he canât make out.
âI canât hear you,â he says, groaning as he hauls himself from the floor back onto the couch. He keeps his eyes on her, even as she rolls her eyes and signs, get your aids then, this is too important.
Clint sighs. He forces his body off of the couch and into the bedroom, grabbing the hearing aids from the nightstand, putting them in his ears and turning them on. He walks back into the living area where Kate is now sitting on the couch with Lucky on the couch and half in her lap. âWhat could possibly be so important?â He glances at the time on his phone. âDonât you have class?â
She waves a hand. âNot important.â Clint sits on the other side of the couch as Kate continues, âThe Winter Soldier and Miss America are fighting tonight.â
Clint raises his eyebrows. âHow do you know that?â
âDarcy told me.â
âHow does Darcy know that?â
âDo you ever listen to me? Darcy has a friend who knows a fighter.â Kate kicks her feet up on the coffee table an throws her arms out. âWeâre going tonight.â
Kate has been oddly fixated on Bucky ever since Clint told her about the evening they spent together. He left out most of the details, like his name and fascinating mannerisms. She had her crush on Miss America, too, and was adamant that Clint could hook them up somehow. Clint hasnât even been able to talk to Bucky since that night. Still, Clint had promised that some day heâd mention it, just to make her feel better. He already talks endlessly about Katie in the messages he leaves. He would never tell her that, though.
She nudges his foot with her own. âMy girlâs gonna destroy your guy.â She wiggles her eyebrows.
âNot a chance,â Clint says, his lips spreading into a smile and then a laugh. Kate laughs too, one of her hands falling on top of Luckyâs head and the other on Clintâs shoulder, a steadying force that reminds Clint why he loves her so much.
~
They place their bets with Coulson and make it into their seats just as the usual announcement is starting.
Bucky and Miss America walk out and go to opposite ends to the ring, which is pretty standard. Kate cheers as America steps to their side, Bucky across from her. The rules are announced, the buzzer plays, and the fighters go straight for each other.
Miss America hits the ground first, Bucky landing a solid push at her chest. She takes advantage of being on the ground to grab at Buckyâs legs, sending him toppling after her. His left hand grabs for her wrist but she gets to him first, grabbing ahold of it and twisting it behind his back.
Americaâs advantage doesnât last too long as Bucky throws his head back, knocking their skulls together and pushing himself free from her grasp. He throws a punch that hits Miss America in the chin.
âHere we go,â mutters Kate from beside Clint, leaning forward in her seat.
Miss America gets some punches in as well, literal stars flying, like sparks from metal, as they connect with Buckyâs head and stomach. A glowing white star starts to appear around Americaâs head, resembling a halo. Clintâs seen the girl fight enough to know whatâs about to happen.
Just as it seems like Americaâs going to deal the final blow of the fight with her star-power, Bucky grabs her roughly by the hair, the star fading away instantaneously as she hits the ground. Kate yells something, as do a number of other people in the crowd. Bucky plants his knee to her chest and punches straight across the face, lifting his fist once more, but going no further when America finally taps out.
âDammit!â Kate shouts, shoving Clintâs shoulder.
âThe Winter Soldier wins!â announces the voice as Bucky extends a hand to help the girl up, which she accepts. Itâs a little hard to see from so far away, but Clint thinks theyâre both smiling, despite the blood running down their faces.
âI told you,â Clint boasts, smiling from ear to ear. Kate shoves him again.
~
Kate passes out on Clintâs bed when they get back to his apartment, Lucky following suit. Clint stays up, not tired yet because of his nap from earlier, staring at his phone.
Is he going crazy? He feels like heâs going crazy.
The phone rings five times, as per usual, before the automated voice tells Clint that he can leave a message after the tone.
Heâs quiet for a moment, trying to decide what to say, then, âI sure hope youâre actually listening to these. Kate would be so disappointed to find out you havenât really been saying hi.â Clint taps his hand absently on the table, thinking about how Bucky does that, too. âMaybe Iâd be a little disappointed, too. We came and visited you at work. Oh, Kate really likes your coworker, is there any way weâ you , could get her number, or something? Sheâs been bugging me about it but I didnât want to bother youâ although I guess I shouldâve thought about that before I started leaving you multiple voicemails a day.â
Clint leans back in his chair, staring at the few arrow holes above the fridge, forming a perfect circle. âI wish I could get back to work,â he mutters. âI miss it so much. Kate is always saying that we could butâ it scares me. You know that.â
Clearing his throat, Clint continues, âanyway. You should call me back. Sometime. Iâll make you more horrible coffee and you can pet my dog some more. And meet Katie, youâd like her, I think. Sheâs a bitch and I like her so much. Okay. Iâll let you go now. Goodnight.â
When he finally crawls into bed next to Kate, she mutters, âyou make me depressed.â
Clint huffs a laugh, taking out his hearing-aids and pulling the covers up and over the head. If she says anything else, he doesnât hear.
~
The only reason Clint realizes his phone is ringing is Lucky nudging him in the face, his wet nose prodding Clintâs eye. He groans, rolling onto his side, pausing when he sees the light on his phone flashing. Itâs still dark in the room, no sunlight pouring through the curtains or annoying birds outside. Sighing, Clint grabs his hearing aids and picks up the phone. âThis better be good, Katie.â
âSorry to disappoint,â says a manâs voice.
Clint sits up so fast his head spins. âBucky?â Lucky looks at him quizzically. âTook you long enough, asshole.â
Buckyâs end of the call is staticy and hard to hear, but Clint can barely make out, âsorry. Can I come over to your apartment?â
Something is up. âWhatâs wrong?â Clint asks, throwing his legs over the side of the bed and standing up. The hardwood floor is cold against his bare feet as he leaves his room and goes to the kitchen, Lucky following close behind.
âIâll explain later. Can I come or not?â
âYes, yes of course you can.â
Bucky doesnât say anything else, just hangs up. Clint stops in his tracks, staring at the screen. The number Bucky just called from wasnât his home one, which Clint has programmed into his phone. Lucky whines at his feet, looking up at Clint with his one eye like heâs pissed theyâre not in bed.
âMe too, bud,â Clint mutters, patting the dog affectionately on the head and continuing into the kitchen.
Clint has barely turned on the coffee pot when thereâs a knock at the door. Looking through the peephole shows that itâs Bucky, standing stock still.
âYou look like shit,â says Clint as he opens the door. Bucky pushes himself between Clint and the door, shutting and locking it himself. Clint takes a long stride back, looking his new visitor up and down. Heâs wearing the same thing he wore the two times Clint has seen him outside of the ring, a baggy grey sweatshirt, worn black jeans, a backpack, and that fake hand. His face and hair is bloody, clearly fresh from a fight.
Bucky turns and looks Clint up and down, humming. Clint blinks, looking down at himself in his purple pajama pants and white t-shirt. âI have⌠coffee,â he mutters, making his escape to the kitchen.
It takes a few minutes for Bucky to make his way into the kitchen after Clint, apparently wandering the apartment. Clint hardly notices him when he does, turning and nearly dropping the coffee pot to find him sitting at the table. Heâs washed the blood off his face, and is digging through a first-aid kit with his right hand. âYou know how to sneak up on people,â Clint comments, sitting down and pouring two mugs of coffee. Bucky has discarded the fake hand and shrugged off the sweatshirt, leaving him shirtless in Clintâs kitchen.
âDonât you guys have an infirmary, or something?â Clint asks, gesturing vaguely to Bucky. Heâs covered in bruises and scars and cuts, especially around his arm, where the scar tissue is thick and red, extending from his shoulder across his pec.
Bucky pushes the kit away from himself, exhaling through his nose and speaking up for the first time. âWe have a doctor. And a glorified mechanic. Speaking of which,â he holds up his left arm. âYou wouldnât happen to know how to fix a cybernetic arm, would you?â
âUnfortunately no.â
Wrinkling his nose, Bucky flips open a panel on his wrist and digs around in it. âMy  hand isnât working, but luckily I can move the arm.â He rubs the stubble around his mouth with his right hand, closing his eyes. âThe mechanic, Tony, heâs not in New York for a little while.â
âSo he canât fix it.â
âNo,â Bucky confirms. He opens his eyes, looking at Clint for a moment, then flipping the panel closed. He takes a long drink of his coffee before saying anything else. âI wonât be able to fight until he can get back.â
Clint mulls this information over, running his finger around the rim of the steaming mug. âNo fighting, no money.â
Nodding, his gaze far away, Bucky purses his lips and doesnât say anything.
He doesnât know much about Buckyâs personal life, but Clint can imagine. He moves closer, scooching his chair until theyâre practically side by side, their knees brushing. Clint grabs the first-aid kit, pulling out the disinfecting wipes and opening the package. Bucky doesnât say anything as Clint brushes it across his face, over the cut on the cheek, and the one on the eyebrow, on the hairline, and so on. His right eye is black and almost swelling, both eyes closing when Clint gently runs his finger over the bruise.
âIâm no doctor,â Clint whispers.
âDoesnât matter,â Bucky breathes.
The cuts are bandaged with whatever Clint has in the first-aid kit, including a purple band-aid over the eyebrow.
âWe match,â Clint teases, gesturing to the various purple bandages covering his arms and fingers.
Bucky looks at them, raising his eyebrows in a fond expression. âWhatâs with you and purple?â
The best thing Clint can do is shrug. âItâs just always been⌠our thing. Kate and I.â He rubs awkwardly at his face. âItâs a little leftover. From before.â
They sit in silence, after that, drinking their coffee and sneaking glances at each other.
âYou know,â Clint finally says. "You can stay here.â Bucky stares at him, his face blank. Quickly, Clint adds, âjust for a few days. If you need itââ
âNo, I. Thank you, Clint.â Bucky sniffs, looking down awkwardly. âSteve offered, too, but I. He canât be keeping me at his place.â
Clint doesnât ask who Steve is, or what the situation is there, but can feel the sincerity in his voice. âAs long as you need it,â he says softly. âSeriously.â
A soft smile sits on Buckyâs face, the corners of his mouth slightly turned up. Clint is reminded again how handsome he is, his long hair hanging around his face and his stubble accenting his chin. When he isnât frowning or keeping his expression blank, Clint would go as far as to say beautiful . He canât even imagine Bucky unscarred and bruised, or what he looks like under all the wounds.
Lucky breaks the moment, nudging Bucky with his nose and barking.
Bucky looks down at him, raising his brows. His voice gets higher when he talks to lucky, saying, âhello again.â
âHis name is Lucky.â Clint leans his hand on his fist, watching them. âHe likes you.â
Bucky runs his hand along Luckyâs head, scratching behind his ears and at his nape. âI bet he likes most people.â
âMaybe. But thatâs kind of what dogs are for.â Lucky tips his head back and looks at Clint, his tongue rolling out the side of his mouth in a goofy grin. âYeah, you know weâre talking about you.â
More silence passes as Clint stands, putting their now empty mugs in the sink. âYou can have the bed.â Bucky starts to argue, but Clint cuts him off, âat least for tonight. Rest those bones.â
He accepts reluctantly, letting Clint lead him to the bedroom. âI listened to all your messages, you know.â
Clint tries to hide whatever emotion is boiling in his stomach at that moment, pushing the door to his bedroom open. âReally?â he asks, feeling like his voice has gone up a few octaves.
Bucky seems to take in the sight of the bedroom, disheveled sheets and rumpled clothes on the floor. Lucky has followed them and has already jumped back up into his spot on the bed. âYes. They were.. A nice thing to come home to.â Bucky shrugs his sweatshirt back on, sitting on the edge of the bed and leaving Clint standing in the doorway. âYour coffee isnât shitty.â
That wasnât what Clint was expectingâ but takes it anyway. âThanks.â He turns to go, then, âoh, by the way. That girl you foughtââ
Maybe Clintâs imagining it, but it looks like Bucky is smiling. âIâll see what I can do.â
Something boils over, a sudden rush of emotions. He covers it by letting out a low, quiet, âgoodnight, Bucky,â and shutting the door.
-
Soft sheets, warm blankets. Thereâs a long, blissful moment where Bucky doesnât realize where he is, just keeps his eyes closed and his breathing slow and deep, embracing the warmth and the sunlight on his skin. It doesnât last long, the unfamiliar feelings settling in his skin soon after waking.
He sits up quickly, blinking hard and fast as his body shifts into defense mode, analyzing his surroundings. Clothes that arenât his own on the floor, a window letting in sunlight across the bed, holes in the walls, a nightstand covered in sticky notes, wrappers, and plastic bottles, and a yellow dog at his feet.
Right. Heâs at Clintâs.
Upon closer inspection, the sticky notes are all from Kate, all addressed to Clint, saying things like âtook lucky for a walk before i left, dont forget to text me when you wake upâ and âget new batteries for hearing aidsâ . There are hundreds of them all over the table and on the wall above it and in the drawer. Some are simple, just some numbers and dates, while others take up four notes attached to each other. All signed xoxo Kate .
Itâs cute.
Clint isnât on the couch when Bucky exits the bedroom, or in the kitchen or bathroom. In fact, A sticky note is left on the fridge that wasnât there the previous night.
Buckyâ
Will be back soon
Kate will come to take Lucky out at some point, because I have no idea what you get up to while the sun is up
Be good
Clint
His handwriting is small and curly, the letters pushed tightly together like they might fall off the page. Bucky takes the note and sticks it into his sweatshirt pocket, moving away from the kitchen to wander around the rest of the apartment. Itâs different in the sunlight, from when Bucky had arrived last night and had checked all the windows and doors while Clint was making coffee. Thereâs a pizza box on the coffee table, and a crack running through a tv screen. Dog food bowl on the floor next to a leash. Two toothbrushes on the sink next to an empty orange pill bottle. The whole apartment is quaint , Bucky decides, noting the blankets thrown everywhere and the silly mugs in the cupboards and some pictures on the walls or on tables. Photos of Clint and a dark haired girl who must be Kate, or of the two of them and Lucky. Thereâs one of Clint and a man that somehow looks more put together when side by side with Clint, his auburn hair hanging over his forehead and his green suit ill-fitting. They must be related , Bucky thinks, looking between their scruffy square jaws and the way their matching crooked smiles donât really meet their eyes.
Bucky sets the photo back down on the windowsill, looking down at Lucky from where he has emerged from the bedroom. He stretches, the front of his body getting close to the floor and his tail up in the air, then straightens and looks at Bucky. âGood morning,â Bucky says to him, even though itâs more likely well into the afternoon. He doesnât usually sleep this late, especially not in a place heâs unfamiliar with, but maybe being in an actual, comfortable bed for once forced his body to succumb to sleep. It also helps that Clint, apparently a retired superhero, was asleep just outside the door. A deaf, clumsy superhero who only uses bows and arrows, but a superhero nonetheless.
Lucky jumps up onto the couch and goes right back to sleep, apparently content to wait for Kate to arrive.
The thought of Kate reminds him of Steveâ he should probably go to his apartment. Brooklyn Heights isnât too far away from Bed Stuy. He could catch the C train.
Thatâs the plan Bucky comes up with, heading to the bedroom to grab his things, shrugging on his shoes and jeans, followed by the stiff fake hand over the fingers that donât work. Itâs uncomfortable, feels like something is freezing his fingers in place while also wrapping them in a hundred layers of saran-wrap. He can hardly use the hand with the glove when his fingers are working , but now that theyâre not it looks even faker than usual.
He keeps his hands tucked in his pocket as he walks to the subway and all the way to Steveâs apartment building, until he is knocking on the door. He knocks rhymically; three knocks, a pause, one knock, pause, then two more.
âHey, Buck,â Steve says as he opens the door not long after Bucky knocks. âDid youââ
âYes,â Bucky cuts him off, shutting the door behind himself and pulling the hand off, immediately breathing a sigh of relief. âI stayed there last night.â He doesnât have to look at Steve to know what his face looks like, his eyebrows raised high and his jaw loose in a smirk. âDonât even start with me.â Bucky holds up a hand as he moves up the stairs to Steveâs kitchen.
âI didnât even say anything.â
âYour silence speaks a thousand words.â Bucky tells him, opening the fridge and grabbing his orange juice, pulling off the cap and drinking straight from the jug.
âWhyâd you come here instead of hanging around your new bffâs house then?â Steve grabs the juice from him. âHe doesnât have juice you can steal?â
âCanât I enjoy the company of my best friend?â Bucky turns to get a good look at him finally. His blond hair is damp from a shower, and a fresh bandage sits over his nose. âDid you break your nose again last night? Maybe itâll get smaller this time around.â
Steve rolls his eyes, touching the bandage gently. âStop changing the subject. Howâs your guy?â
âYou know, for a long time if someone asked me that question Iâd assume they were asking about you.â
He gives Bucky a flat look.
Bucky throws his arms up, his left hand hanging limply at the wrist. âI donât know what to say, okay! He went somewhere this morning and wasnât back by the time I woke up. His friend was coming to take out their dog and Iâm not exactly ready to meet herââ
âGirlfriend?â
âMore like a sister, I think.â Bucky continues, âand I hadnât seen you since before you went on last night, so.â
Steve reaches over and thumps Bucky on the shoulder. âYou know youâre always welcome here.â
Bucky looks at Steveâs hand where it now rests on his shoulder. Thereâs a nasty bite mark on the webbing between the thumb and pointer finger. âWho almost took your finger off?
âBucky.â
âWas it Drax? No, Hulk.â
â Bucky .â
âIt wouldnât be safe here, you know that. Youâd get arrested, Iâd probably be killed. Itâs a miracle Iâm even able to visit once or twice a week without a SWAT team storming the place,â Bucky stammers, shrugging Steveâs hand off his shoulder.
Something odd passes Steveâs face, but it passes soon enough. He looks at Bucky softly, maybe fondly. He notices just then that the purple under Steveâs eyes arenât fading black eyes, like theyâre both used to, but just bags. Fatigue. Bucky runs his fingers over them, like Clint had done the previous night, but itâs less intimate. More⌠familiar. Tracing whatâs already known. Reminds Bucky of when they were kids and he was saving scrawny little Steve from bullies on the playground. Who knew one day itâd be the other way around. Except the bullies were Nazis and the playground is a highway in Washington DC. And maybe Bucky was the bully a little bit in that situation.
Still.
Steve throws an arm around Buckyâs shoulders, and this time Bucky lets him hover close.
âSo, this guy âŚâ
Bucky groans, lifting his hands to cover his face, hardly managing to shield anything when his left refuses to comply. âHeâs nice , Steve.â
âWhat, and Iâm not?â
âNot nice like you, Captain America. Heâs nice likeâŚâ Bucky thinks for a moment. âHe and his best friend used to be some crime fighting duo who fought enemies with their bows and arrows. And he bought me a drink after I won my first fight in a while, and is letting me stay at his place even though he doesnât know me. Doesnât know about the shit Iâve done.â
Steve knocks the sides of their heads together affectionately. âIf he can get past the underground fighting ring I think he might be okay with the brain washing thing.â
Bucky pulls away, just slightly, enough to raise his eyebrows at his best friend. âNot exactly the same thing.â
~
When Bucky gets back to Clintâs apartment, its nearly evening, the sun setting on the New York skyline. Clint is sitting on the couch eating pizza, Lucky at his side eating his own slice. Bucky stares at them, frowning.
âShould a dog be eating pizza?â
Clint shrugs, not looking up from whatever heâs looking at on his phone. Bucky rounds the couch, sitting on the chair beside the couch to avoid sitting next to Clint. âItâs his favorite food. What did you get up to today?â
âVisited Steve.â
Around a mouthful of pizza, Clint asks, âwhoâs Steve?â
Thatâs a great question. âCaptain America.â Clint chokes and drops his phone. âMy best friend.â
âYour best friend is someone you beat the shit out of on a regular basis?â
Bucky waves a hand. âOur relationship seemed to dwindle down to that even before the accords. Now we just get paid for it.â
The frown on Clintâs face is unpleasant to look at. âWhat do you mean?â
âDoesnât matter. Pass me a slice.â Clint complies, and seems to accept that Bucky doesnât want to talk about it.
They eat their pizza in relative silence, the only thing breaking it being the sounds of Luckyâs slobbery munching. Clint eats most of the box by himself, leaving it on top of the one that was already discarded on the table when itâs empty.
âYou can have your bed back,â Bucky says eventually. âI needed that sleep last night, thank you.â
âNo need to thank me.â
âI have every reason to.â Bucky plays absently with his limp metal hand, running his fingers along the panels that he canât feel as he talks, avoiding looking at Clint, who surely is looking at him. âSteveâs on the enhanced person list, so I canât stay with him âcause he could get arrested. And, well, lets just say that Iâm not the safest person for an enhanced person to be harbouring.â
Clint reaches forward suddenly, wrapping his hands around Buckyâs, both metal and flesh. He holds them in such a way that forces the metal one to curl in on itself like a fist, the flesh one cupped over it. His own hold them on top of that, enveloping them almost completely. His hands are surprisingly big; Bucky hadnât noticed. Archerâs hands.
Thereâs almost certainly a flush on Buckyâs face, which he canât even cover because Clint has his hands wrapped up. Maybe his mouth is hanging open a little. He forces himself to look at Clint, his brown eyes meeting Clintâs blue ones. Bucky wants to say something, but doesnât know what. He snaps his mouth closed, his teeth clicking loudly and filling the air between them.
Clintâs eyes leave Buckyâs, looking down at their hands. He separates them slowly, not pulling away, but leaning in close and studying the metal. âCan you feel it?â
It takes a moment for Bucky to realize what Clint means. âRight now, no. But usually, thereâs some sort of sensation. Not exactly touch, butâŚâ
One of Clintâs long fingers runs up the nearly flat plane of Buckyâs left middle finger, catching on the rim of the panel where a fingerprint should be.
Bucky desperately wishes that the hand was up and running properly, just so he could feel the sensation of Clintâs delicate fingers running along it and treating it like it might fall apart in his hands if he doesnât handle it properly.
Clint stands suddenly, letting go of Buckyâs hand. âBed,â he mutters, licking his lips and running a hand through his shaggy hair. He turns and looks at Lucky, who jumps off the couch and goes into the room, like he knows exactly what Clint said. Bucky feels cold, like cold water is trickling down his arm and into his body. âGood night,â Clint rushes out, and disappears.
It is only once Bucky is alone, the ghost of a touch along his fingers, that he realizes that his right hand was gripping the seat of the chair so hard that some of the seams have ripped, spilling out cotton.
~
Things get less strange, after that.
Tony is back after a few weeks to fix the arm (âSeriously, Terminator, have you no respect for this fine piece of machinery on you?â), and Bucky is back in the ring. He pays the rent and sleeps in his own bed for the first time in what feels like months but has in reality only been days. Bucky tries not to think about it, but while he lies awake at night worrying about whether or not he really locked his door (he always does), he thinks about how soft Clintâs bed was, and the warm presence of Lucky at his feet, and falls asleep quickly.
And maybe he wonders what it would feel like if Clint held his newly restored metal hand like he did that night, and what kind of sensations that would cause. He rubs his fingers together, staring at the peeling wall absent of any arrow holes, and knows that it doesnât feel the same.
~
Bucky gets to Clintâs one evening after a fight, in considerably better shape than he would usually be. Someone newer, apparently, not as experienced.
The door swings open almost as soon as he knocks, revealing a pale and tired looking Clint. His eyes are rimmed with purple, like he hasnât gotten enough sleep the past few days, his hair sitting flat and sadly on his head.
Bucky steps in and around him, venturing further into the apartment. Once the door is closed and Clint has followed Bucky into the living room, he says, âdo you want me to ask?â
Clint gestures vaguely.
âAre you okay?â
Another motion, followed by a deep sigh. He flops back onto the couch, an arm thrown over his face. Bucky sits beside him, enough distance between them so theyâre not touching but not so far that Bucky canât reach forward if he needs to.
Finally, from behind his arm, Clint speaks up. âMy brother died six years ago around this time.â
Bucky glances over at the photo of Clint and the man on the windowsill. âIâm sorry,â is all he can say, sitting still and watching Clint carefully.
âHe wasnât the greatest brother,â Clint admits, shrugging. He sits up, wrinkling his nose as he reaches forward and grabs something from the coffee table. âBut today, I got a letter from him.â
âYou what?â
Clint holds up what must be the letter, five or six pages stapled at the corner with creases where they were once folded. âItâs definitely him. He used all our codes, and apologized forââ Clint cuts himself off, clearly holding back something, then continues, âfor what happened. Among other things.â Clint adds that last part somewhat grumpily. He flips through the pages of the letter absently while Bucky stares at him.
Bucky knows a thing or two about dead men coming back to life. He just doesnât know how to apply it here. âDid he explain howâŚ?â
âNot really. Something about wanting a better life away from the shit I was getting up to, which, frankly, wasnât any better than what he was doing, but whatever.â
Seizing the opportunity, Bucky reaches forward and grabs Clintâs hand, dark metal stark against Clintâs pale skin. He seems surprised by the action but doesnât pull away, much to Buckyâs relief. He just sits, unmoving, holding onto the letter in one hand and Bucky with the other.
âIâm not very good at comfort,â Bucky says.
âYou donât need to be.â Apparently Bucky doesnât need to be a lot of things, to Clint. Maybe thatâs okay.
At some point theyâve managed to move until theyâre shoulder to shoulder, hands held together. Theyâre not really looking at each other, Clint down at the letter and at their hands, Bucky around the apartment and at the photo across from them, hardly visible from where they sit, just the green of the brotherâs suit, the purple of Clintâs shirt, the starkness of their hair against a dark background.
Bucky isnât even paying attention when Clint brushes his fingers along the gash on Buckyâs forehead with his fingers. His head snaps back around to find that Clint is close and looking at him strangely, his eyes flicking around Buckyâs face. âDid you fight good today?â
âI always fight good.â
Clint laughs. A decent, hearty laugh that makes him tip his head back and move a little bit away from Bucky. He realizes, looking at the soft smile that falls onto Clintâs lips after he gets the laugh out, how much heâd like to kiss him.
He does, when Clint rocks back forward, opening his mouth to say something. Theyâre still, for a moment, their lips pressed together, but then Clint moans, just a small, quiet thing as he drops the papers, and Bucky presses forward even more, his right hand moving up to hold the side of Clintâs head. His fingers press into soft blonde hair at the same time Clintâs hands are reaching up to hold onto either side of Buckyâs neck, underneath his curtain of dark hair.
Clint pulls away first to get a breath, diving back in before Bucky can even say anything. He wants to get his hands everywhere, they move up and down the side of Clintâs face and side, pulling their chests together. It doesnât seem like they can get close enough, like this is something they bothneed , finally something they can agree on.
Buckyâs mouth moves to the side of Clintâs, then down until heâs pressing his face into the soft skin of his neck. âWe shouldâve done this a while ago,â Clint breathes, one of his hands now at the back of Buckyâs neck. Bucky just laughs, hot air against Clintâs neck as he does so.
A moan follows the laugh soon enough as Clint manages to slip a hand between them, digging underneath Buckyâs shirt and near the hem of his pants. âOkay, bedroom,â Bucky gasps, separating themselves. When he looks at Clint, with his pink lips and rumpled hair, he looks closer to himself than he had earlier, somehow. âI thought youâd never ask,â he says, leaning forward to kiss Bucky again, hauling them both up and pulling them towards his bedroom.
They stay close throughout the short walk to the room, getting distracted a few times by each other, finally shutting the door behind them after way, way too long.
#winterhawk#marvel#clint barton#bucky barnes#hawkeye#the winter soldier#amerikate#romanogers#fight club au#shut up mary
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I wrote my first-ever piece of fanfic for the beautiful, self-published Outlaws of Avalon trilogy by Danielle E. Shipley (it was a horribly tropey introductory short for a self-insert AU OC I created with the authorâs enthusiastic blessing). It was all of 5 pages, and a little shy of 3,500 words, but I had a ton of fun writing it.
Last week, the author herself honored me with a read-aloud of my little fic (complete with all the proper voices) in front of another mutual friend and fan of the series, and welp, my 5 page ficlet took her all of 70 MINUTES TO READ BECAUSE WE WERE LAUGHING SO HARD AND GETTING SO MANY COMMENTS AND ASIDES FROM THE CHARACTER PEANUT GALLERY
It was the best of times, and honestly, moments like these are some of the only things helping me get through the week, these days.
@outlawsofavalon @themusesthrall
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Confessions: Chapt. 8 [Rolling With The Punches]
Story Summary:Â They say first comes love, then comes marriage, followed by the baby. For Regina and Robin, things go backwards.
Chapter Summary: Regina struggles with the guilt she feels over knowing tha she wouldnât take back what happened. Turns out, sheâs not alone.
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The movie went great for Regina, Bryony and Roland. They sat together, laughing at the latest Pixar creation. Bryony seemed to be able to follow it just fine with her hearing aid turned up. She only had to ask Regina what was said a couple of times, which surprised her. As soon as the movie let out, she texted Robin asking how things were going. He said that they were still only three quarters of the way done with the aquarium and that they needed some more time before they could meet up. Regina decided to take the little ones with her to the park near the theater.
 She learned that Bryony liked the slides the best. Luckily, the park wasnât too crowded, so she could go down as much as she wanted. Roland ran into a friend of his, playing with him in the play structure. The friendâs mom approached Regina, a small smile on her face.
âYou must be Regina, Robinâs wife.â
That title was still hard to adjust to. Regina nodded. âYes.â
âIâm Aurora, thatâs P.J.â She pointed over to the red head that was playing with Roland. âWhereâs Robin?â
âWe decided to split up the kids, get to know them individually.â
âI canât imagine going through what you two are. I donât know what Mulan and I would do.â
âYou just have to do whatâs best for the kids.â
âBut does it change how you feel about your other daughter? I mean, Bryony is your flesh and blood. If none of this had happened, you never wouldâve metâŚEva, Robin said her name was?â
âEvie,â Regina corrected, folding her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling a bit uncomfortable. âShort for Evangeline. And IâŚI wouldnât trade either of my daughters for the world.â
âYouâre a better person than I. I donât know if Iâd ever be able to forgive the nurse that screwed up on that one.â
 Regina had nearly forgotten the story they had told other people. They didnât want Bryony to ever find out that it had been Cora or the why, so they had played it off as a hospital error. It wasnât that hard to believe. Zelena had sent her baby straight to the nursery and Regina was having surgery. It was hours before the children would be reunited with the parents who would raise them.
 Would Regina ever forgive her mother for this? Was it right that she was angry with her? Aurora was right. If Cora had never stepped in, she wouldâve raised Bryony from birth. She never wouldâve missed a second. Maybe there wouldâve been other choices that wouldâve been made.
 Yet, she never wouldâve gotten Evie. How could she be so angry, while also not wanting to change how things turned out?
 She was quiet for the rest of the night, only asking Evie and Henry how their day with Robin was. She was happy to see that Evie was getting closer to Robin. They definitely werenât anywhere close to being true father and daughter yet, but she actually spoke to him and sat next to him at the diner. Bryony and Roland chatted as well, wanting to fill their father in on everything they had done.
 Robin apparently noticed, because once Roland, Bryony and Evie had gone to bed and Henry went to play video games, he brought it up.
 âYou want to spill why youâre so quiet? Did something happen at the movies?â
âNo. At the park, we ran into P.J and his mom.â
Robin let out a sigh. âWhatâd Aurora say? Sheâs kind of known for having zero filter.â
âItâs nothing.â He gave her a pointed look. âI justâŚshe brought up how forgiving I seem to be about the whole situation and Iâm not. Iâm so pissed with Cora.â
âSo am I. Thatâs normal.â
âBut if I could turn back time, I wouldnât. I wouldnât change having Evie in my life.â
Robin frowned. âWellâŚI suppose I wouldnât change anything either.â
âBut is that, right? The fact that weâre so affected by the switch and yet we wouldnât go back and change anything?â
âI think it makes us human and good parents. We love our daughters, but we acknowledge that the way we got them was fucked up.â
Regina sighed, running her fingers through her hair. âI guess.â
âItâs okay to feel both ways, like I said, I do too.â
âIt helps having someone that gets it. I mean, Mal is a momâŚâ
âBut sheâll never understand this.â
 There was another beat of silence as he poured them some tea.
 âSo, when did Evie lose all the hearing in her left ear?â She asked. âYou said she was born with it reduced.â
âAccording to tests, when she was a little over a year old.â
âAnd you neverâŚyou never considered the cochlear implant?â Robin gave her an odd look. âI did some research into it.â
âThen you know itâs costly and thereâs a chance that it wonât work.â
âOf course.â She could see the defensiveness and anger in his eyes. âI wasnât suggesting we do it. I justâŚwondered if you wanted to back then.â
âI looked into all the options and they said if I was ever going to, I should before it affected her speech entirely. While itâd potentially make things easierâŚI just didnât think it would be worth it. I didnât want to change a part of her that made her, her.â
 Regina felt a strange sense of pride in the pit of her stomach. She had come to the same conclusion and probably wouldâve back then, but there was no way that Cora wouldâve. She wouldâve insisted on the cochlear, she probably wouldâve talked Regina into it. Robin had embraced who his daughter was, he didnât want to change her.
 âBesides,â Robin continued. âItâs not something that should be my choice or yours. If Bryony got older and wanted to get it, then itâd be a discussion.â
âI agree.â
âIâve never wanted to act like itâs something she needs to be ashamed of, itâs why I chose that pre-school for her. There are other kids like her there and Iâve looked into schools that have similar programs.â
âYou really embraced this.â
âIt was that or go into it ignorant. Youâd be surprised how many parents at the school are like it. Thereâs one mom that wonât even learn sign language and her child is a hundred percent deaf.â
Regina winced. âShe sounds like Cora.â
âProbably.â He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. âThe way I look at it, these kids are going to face enough adversity in their livesâŚwhy start it at home?â
âYouâre right.â Regina took his hand. âYouâre a good dad, you know?â
Robin softly smiled. âYouâre a good mom. Evie and Henry are really smart. I feel like they taught me stuff at the aquarium.â
Regina laughed. âHenryâs the type of kid to pick up a subject and not let it go. I think he rubbed off on Evie. Not necessarily a bad thing.â
âShe doesnât seem to hate me anymore.â
âShe never hated you. Itâs just new. We talk about how hard all of this is on us, but can you imagine them? Evieâs gone her whole life without a dad, Bryonyâs gone hers without a mom. Suddenly this is all thrown at them and they barely have time to process it.â
âThey can never know the full truth, can they?â
Regina shook her head. âItâs not even to protect Cora, itâs to protect Bryony. I never want her to feel how I did growing up. Nothing I ever did was good enough, I had to measure up to her. Itâd be even worse, feeling like she has to compete with a ghost.â
Robin shook his head. âIâm sorry.â
âWhat were yours like? You never talk about them.â
 Robin looked away and Regina worried she had crossed a line, but eventually, he pulled out a picture from his wallet. It was faded polaroid, turning a bit yellow in the frayed white corners. There was a woman that looked near identical to Evie and a man that shared a lot of Robinâs features.
 âThey died when I was 10,â he explained.
âOh, RobinâŚâ
âPlease donât say sorry, everyone says that.â
âI wonât. I justâŚâ She shook her head. âI canât imagine being that young.â
âI didnât have any family, so I ended up in the system. No one wants a 10 year old, I guess, so I bounced around a bit until I was 16 and ran away.â
Regina shut her eyes, trying to not imagine a young Robin living on the streets. It was too painful. âYou were on your own?â
âJust until I met Marian. She made everything right again.â
She smiled a little. âThe people you love can do that.â
âAnyway, my fatherâs name was Aslan. My motherâs was Kate.â
âYou named Bryony after her?â
Robin nodded. âI was going to name her Isabelle Kate, that was what Marian and I had picked out for a little girl. It didnât seem right, though. She wasnât MarianâsâŚshe needed a name all her own.â
âI understand. Besides, she doesnât exactly seem an Isabelle.â
He chuckled. âShe doesnât, does she? Itâs weird to think that she couldâve been Evie.â
âThat definitely wouldnât fit.â
âAnd I canât see Evie as a âBryonyâ either.â
 He looked behind Regina, towards the fridge. A picture of Henry and Evie hung there, the two were smiling and wearing matching outfits.
âMaybe this wasnât fate or destiny, butâŚit was just supposed to be how things worked out. You were supposed to raise my daughter for the first few years, while I had yours. Maybe we were supposed to meet for a reason.â
Regina arched an eyebrow. âYou really think that?â
âI have to. There has to be a good reason for all of this outside Cora being vindictive.â
âItâd certainly make it easier for me to sleep at night.â
âMaybe weâre not supposed to think about it. Cora did what she did and weâre in our situation. If we keep going into the whys or the guilt, itâs only going to make us feel worse. Weâre a family nowâŚitâs all going to work out.â
âItâs just hard to rationalize.â
âSo donât try to. Donât try to plan it out. Letâs just go with it, thereâs nothing we can do.â
 Robin clearly didnât know her that well. All of Reginaâs life had been planned out, ever since Daniel died. She didnât schedule in time to get her life flipped upside down, not since her wedding night. She never wanted to be hurt like that again.
 That was the thing about events like that, though. A person couldnât plan for them. If they could, theyâd choose not to do it in the first place.
 She was a perfectionist, but if any of it was going to work, sheâd have to let go a bit. She had to roll with the punches. She had figured it out once, she could do it again.
 Regina raised her mug. âTo rolling with the punches.â
âTo rolling with the punches.â
 Their mugs clashed together and they stared into each otherâs eyes. Robin could tell that she was still trying to figure out the future. He knew that neither of them could predict what the next few months would hold for them.
 Theyâd spend them trying to become a family. Theyâd spend them getting to know the children they didnât know were out there, along with the boys that came along with the package of their new family. Bryony would get closer to her mother and Evie would adjust to having a father in her life period. Henry would find himself going to Robin for advice, especially when he got his first crush around Valentineâs Day. Roland would ask Regina to help him with his project for his first Science Fair entry. The girls would get closer, even referring to one another as sisters. Robin and Regina would find them sneaking into each otherâs room to share a bed.
 But what they couldnât see happening was the night that they would spend togetherâŚor the major fight that would ensue.
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Fanfic Master List (March 2017)
I figured it was time to update my list and to combine my two posts into one to manage easier. Itâs long, so Iâm putting it under a cut.Â
Series:
All That Was Me
All That Was Me (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
AU! On a much needed vacation to England, Regina Mills-Ahern goes into Sherwood Forest during the Midsummer, when legend says travel between worlds is possible. She exits into a different forest, one populated with characters she only knew from fairy tales. Trying to return home, she encounters intrigue, friendship and love. Stable Queen, Outlaw Queen and other pairings.
What Are You Doing New Yearâs Eve? (FF.net/AO3)
Set ten years before the events of âAll That Was Me,â young Regina Mills and Daniel Ahern go on their first date.
The Life and Times of the Wicked Queen (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
How Zelena became the Wicked Queen in my story âAll That Was Me.â Journey from Oz to the Enchanted Forest with one wicked witch.
The Land Without Magic (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
Sequel to âAll That Was Me.â Regina Mills has been returned to the Land Without Magic and reunited with Robin and Roland. Together, the growing family faces the challenges of this world as they await the day when Emma will be called upon to break the curse. Outlaw Queen. AU
Once Upon a Time (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
Third in the "All That Was Me" series. With the knowledge that their friends are living their cursed lives only miles down the road, Robin and Regina try to figure out a way to rescue them. However, this brings them back in the path of familiar foes and they need to be more careful than ever-especially with three children now to worry about. Outlaw Queen, other pairings.
Dark Robin Saga
The Prince of Darkness (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
Season 5 AU. When the darkness tries to take Regina, Robin takes the dagger and becomes the new Dark One to protect her. As Robin and Regina adjust to the darkness inside him, everyone works together to save their friend and stop the Dark One once and for all. OQ with other ships in the background.
The Dark Legacy (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
Sequel to âThe Prince of Darkness.â Happily married and raising their four children, Robin and Regina face two main concerns: Zelena and the dark magic about to awaken in their daughtersâ. When a strange figure begins stalking the girls, the two must band together with Zelena in order to protect their children from a cruel fate. OQ with other ships in the background.
Stand alone:
Thoughts in the Aftermath (AO3)
Following the events at Grannyâs in the finale, both Regina and Robin muse about their situation.
The Magic of Christmas Day (FF.net/AO3)
Christmas comes to Storybrooke and Regina finds thereâs still magic in the season.
A Thief and a Queen (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
A collection of my OQ drabbles, mostly written for OQ Week on tumblr.
Comfort Food (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
After horrible weeks, Robin Locksley and Regina Mills both reach for the last box of mac and cheese at the store. They decide to share it and find it is the start of a beautiful relationship. This relationship is explored in a series of one-shots. Outlaw Queen AU.
The Nanny (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
Regina Mills is hired to be the nanny for Roland Locksley, the young son of widowed millionaire Robin Locksley. She balances her duties as Rolandâs nanny with caring for her ailing father all the while fighting her instant attraction to her employer and her own past. Outlaw Queen, modern non-magical AU.
Itâs a Love Story (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
A series of one-shots based on Taylor Swift songs and Outlaw Queen. Will cover a wide range-canon, AU, Outlaw Bandit, Missing Year, etc. Will contain several ships in the background as well.
Building a Family (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
Ten-years-old Sophie Mills had a goal for her summer: Find her dad. With her mother, Regina, not wanting to talk about him, she comes up with a plan to find him from the one photograph that may contain him. When she does, she discovers she may have started looking for a dad but found a family instead. OutlawQueen, non-magical AU.
Henryâs Adventures in Fairytale Land (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
Based on âBabes in Toyland,â young Henry Mills wakes up after a car crash in a strange new world. He helps Regina, the Millerâs Daughter, on her quest to find the Toymaker in order to save her true love, Robin Hood, from the Wicked Witch. Will they succeed? And will Henry get back home in time for Christmas? [Gen with a strong OutlawQueen undercurrent]
Crown My Heart (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
OQ AU. Leopold realizes that Regina doesnât want to marry him and sees a chance to strengthen Mist Havenâs relationship with a neighboring kingdom. He arranges for her to marry the new King of Sherwood, with whom Regina has an immediate connection. However, she carries a dark secret and faces a hostile court. Will their love be strong enough?
The Christmas Wish (FF.net/AO3/Wattpad)
Henry Mills and Roland Locksley are best friends who decide to ask Santa for one thing this Christmas: to be brothers. It's a wish which will have life changing consequences for all, especially their single parents, Regina Mills and Robin Locksley. Outlaw Queen, non-magical AU. Hood-Mills family
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An Enchanted Thanksgiving: One-shot set in the All That Was Me verse, where Regina introduces Thanksgiving to the Enchanted Forest.
Masquerade: Leopold throws a ball in honor of his anniversary with Regina. She meets a masked stranger there and shares a moment with him.
Caught: A mission goes wrong for Robin and Regina.
Forgotten: Set in Season 4B, Robin returns from New York to find the Evil Queen. Can he help her remember how much he loves her?
Assassin: King Leopold hires infamous assassin The Hood to kill his wife, Regina. Robin didnât expect to be drawn to her.
Hades: When the Queen of Death finds a young boy in her river, her life is changed forever.
Archery: Regina agrees to spend a morning with Henry and Robin learning how to properly shoot a bow and arrow.
Hope: After an accident, Regina gets a peak into what her life couldâve been.
Pain Management: Regina takes care of Robin after he is injured and she soon learns he has an interesting reaction to painkillers.
Snowball Fight (Missing Year Trilogy #1): Robin and Regina get into a rather interesting fight.
On the Balcony (Missing Year Trilogy #2): Robin and Regina have a heart-to-heart.
Fever (Missing Year Trilogy #3): After Regina is injured during an attack, Robin takes care of her.
The Reveal: A season 4B AU. Robin returns from New York at the tail end of a battle for Storybrooke and learns something about Regina.
Waking Up: A sequel to Pain Management. What happens when the painkillers wear off and Robin wakes up.
Bath Time: Robin convinces Regina to relax after a long day.
Wicked: Robin and âMarianâ go see a musical in New York City. Offers what my theory of what wouldâve happened with the Marilena arc.
Happy Ending: A different ending for âThereâs No Place Like Homeâ for Outlaw Queen.
The Dark One: Season 4 finale AU. With the darkness trying to take Regina, it is Robin, not Emma, who takes the dagger instead. (Became chapter 1 of The Prince of Darkness).
Comfort Food: Based on a prompt. Robin and Regina have no good, horrible weeks and reach for the last box of mac and cheese. (Became part I of Comfort Food).
The Reveal Part II: Sequel to The Reveal. Robin reveals what happened in New York and how he returned to Storybrooke.
A Purrfect Beginning: Based off a prompt. Robin gets off on the wrong foot with new neighbor Regina when his cat impregnates hers.
Aquatic Fun: When the Hood-Mills-Swan-Charming family spends a day at a water park, a friendly rivalry blooms between Robin and Regina.
True Love: Outlaw Bandit. Robin feels drawn to Regina, even after only meeting her once.
Family Matters: Regina needs a date and asks her best friend, Robin, to accompany her. She might get more than she expected.
Lost Souls: Interlude between âLilyâ and âMother.â Regina goes for a walk to clear her head.
The Nanny: Regina Mills becomes the nanny for the young son of billionaire Robin Locksley. (Became first chapter in The Nanny)
Welcome Home: (Set in the Comfort Food verse) Robin and Regina bring home the newest member of their family.
Teach Me: Robin asks Regina to teach him how to drive and she finds an incentive to help him succeed.
The Tattoo: In the missing year, Regina and Robin have a little competition.
Goodnight, My Someone: Outlaw Bandit. Regina and Robin wish goodnight to the same star.
The Storybook: In the missing year, Henryâ storybook comes to Regina and brings her closer with a certain outlaw.
The Impossible: Based on a prompt. Reginaâs visit to Dr. Whale doesnât go the way she planned.
Best Laid Plans: Based on a prompt. Robinâs surprise for Regina doesnât go as planned.
The Talk: Outlaw Believer fic. Henry asks Robin to give him that all important âTalk.â
A Night Together: Written as a birthday gift and is mostly Dimples Queen. When the Charmings throw a ball, Regina offers to babysit Roland.
First Snow: Writing challenge. Regina and Henry introduce Robin and Roland to snow days.
Family Bonds: Regina worries that Roland feels bad that so many people remark about how much Peanut looks like Robin but he surprises her with his answer.
Love Thy Neighbor: Robin and Marian discover their new neighbors are swingers and he finds he has a passionate connection with Regina.
Dirty Secret: During Season 4A, Regina and Robin sneak around behind Marianâs back.
What Child is This?: Written for OUAT Secret Santa. Regina and Robin learn something surprising about Peanut.
Not Just Another Day: Everyone has forgotten Reginaâs birthday...or have they?
A Drunken Misadventure: After a night of drinking, Robin gets a brilliant idea--confront the Evil Queen.
Baby's Firsts: Regina and Robin have bets over Peanutâs milestones. Â
The Nanny: Christmas Interlude: Â Christmas at the Locksley household, since I didnât show it in The Nanny.
Comfort Food Interlude: Betrayal: Regina gets betrayed by the one thing she thought never would.
The Shower: Regina and Robin wash up after another monster attack.
Steal Away: Robin robs the wrong person...or has he?
Steal Away: Cohabitation: The Locksleys and the Mills adjust to their new living arrangements.
The Evil Queen and the Thief: When Robin Hood is captured, the Evil Queen has some fun with him.
Teacher and Student: Robin will do anything to pass his class. Professor Mills is willing to see what âanythingâ means.
Missing Year: Regina and Robin have a private moment before going to find Rumpelstiltskin.
Comfort Food: Invitation: Robin struggles with an important question--does he invite his parents to his wedding to Regina?
Comfort Food: Nightmare: Â As the trial approaches, Robin finds that Regina is very affected by it.
Comfort Food: A Snowy Day: Robin and Regina enjoy a day in when snow blankets the area.
All That Was Me: Rescuing Regina: Robin discovers Regina is missing after the wedding and rallies the Merry Men to find her.
Secret Santa: Written for the 2016 OQ Advent Calendar. Regina suspects that best friend Robin is her Secret Santa but she is surprised at the reason why.Â
A Place Called Home: Written for the OUAT Secret Santa. Regina celebrates Christmas throughout the years in Storybrooke and finds a home at last.Â
A Valentineâs Day Surprise: Written for Love from OQ exchange. Regina makes a wish on her birthday and it slowly comes true.Â
Jamie Hood Series
Daddy's Little Girl: Jamie (Peanut) wants to be just like her Daddy.
Mother Knows Best: Regina intervenes after Robin and Jamie have a fight.
Life With Siblings: Jamie and her bond with her brothers.
Friends and Extended Family: Jamie has to make a family tree, raising concerns in her parents.
Questions and Answers: Â After getting her family tree back, Jamie has some questions for her parents.
Free Day: Â Jamie meets her biological mother.
Hotel Verse (In order they happen in the verse, not order of publication)
(Can also be read on FF.net, AO3 or Wattpad)
The Hotel: When a termite infestation forces Regina and Henry out of their house for a few days, they stay at Storybrookeâs only luxury hotel. There she meets handsome handyman Bobby Locke.
Part Deux: Regina and Henry continue to spend time with Bobby and Roland.
Playdate: Bobby and Roland visit Regina and Henry for a playdate at the mansion.
First Kiss: Henryâs birthday party leads to a present for Regina.
Green-Eyed Monster: Graham finds out about Robin and Bobby. He is not happy.Â
First Time: Now together, Bobby and Regina have sex for the first time.
Jealousy: When Regina gets jealous, Bobby assures her sheâs his only one.
Memories: On a camping trip with Roland and Henry, Bobby has a strange episode that changes him.Â
Merry Christmas, Regina Mills: As Christmas approaches, Bobby/Robin surprises Regina.Â
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i was tagged by the marvel that is @unbreakablejemmasimmons, thanks honey bee!
1. Are you named after someone? technically, yes. my mom named me after the outlaw josey wales. sheâs a big clint eastwood fan, what can i say.Â
2. When was the last time you cried? iâll be completely honest with you, iâm sure i have recently, i just donât remember why. i can tear up pretty easily, but 98% of the time itâs because an angsty song comes on and i think of one of my otpâs and get sad.
3. Do you like your handwriting? yeah, i think itâs cute.
4. What is your favorite lunch meat? turkey, always.
5. Do you have kids? Zero.
6. If you were another person, would you be friends with you? hell yeah i would. iâm awesome.
7. Do you use sarcasm? i mean, only all the time.Â
8. Do you still have your tonsils? sure do.
9. Would you bungee jump? fuck. no. i would never.
10. Whatâs your favorite kind of cereal? peanut butter capân crunch 11. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? never. well, only my converse otherwise i canât get them off.
12. Do you think youâre a strong person? iâve proven myself stronger than i think more than once.
13. Whatâs you favorite ice cream flavor? chocolate chip cookie dough
14. What is the first thing you notice about people? i gotta go with ames and say just general appearance. itâs like an instinctual first judgement based on what they look like, what theyâre wearing, theyâre âstyleâ, i suppose. but, i consciously try not to judge ppl based on their appearance.Â
15. Red or pink? i die for a pinky nude. a blush. a blushed nude.Â
16. What is the least physical thing you like about yourself? a physical thing about myself that i dislike? (this question is worded oddly) hmmm, i donât dislike them per say, but my boobs are fucking huge and itâs such a hassle shopping for tops and bras and such. i hate it. iâd have breast reduction surgery in a hot minute if i could afford it.
17. What color pants and shoes are you wearing right now? iâm wearing pink and white flannel pj bottoms and one thor sock and one sock with thor, captain america, and iron man.
18. What was the last thing you ate? a peanut butter cookie
19. What are you listening to right now? nada. blessed silence.
20. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? thistle
21. Favorite smell? jasmine vanilla (bath and body works has an aromatherapy line and it smells absolutely divine)
22. Who was the last person you spoke to on the phone? i never talk on the phone (who does that) but probably my dad at some point last week.
23. Favorite sport to watch? puppy bowl
24. Hair color? blondeÂ
25. Eye color? blueÂ
26. Do wear contacts? no, but i do wear glassesÂ
27. Favorite food to eat? pizza is my favorite food forever. it is also the best food. EVER.Â
28. Scary movie or comedy? comedy
29. Last movie you watched? havenât watched a movie in a while, but i did watch a documentary about the new underground rail tunnel theyâve been building in london for the past decade. it was great.
30. What color shirt are you wearing right now? blue
31. Summer or winter? winterÂ
32. Hugs or kisses? iâm lacking both in my life atm, but iâm a greedy bitch who likes both
33. What book are you currently reading? i just bought neil gaimanâs ânorse mythologyâ and âfallen glory: the lives and deaths of historyâs greatest buildingsâ by james crawford...but i havenât started either yet. but iâm going to.
34. Who do you miss right now? everyone. all my friends live too far away.
35. What is on your mouse pad? i havenât owned a mouse pad in 84 years.
36. What is the last tv program you watched? i just watched the s2 premiere of into the badlands. amazing.
37. What is the best sound? gosh, i have no idea. i canât sleep without the white noise from my fan blowing, but i wouldnât say thatâs the best sound. falling rain? a good thunderstorm? summer crickets after dark?Â
38. Rolling Stones or Beatles? both. both are good.
39. What is the furthest you have ever traveled? california, but iâll be in italy in 1 month and 15 days, so ask me again later.
40. Do you have a special talent? iâve discovered iâm quite good with pastels, and if you give me the time and let me obsess over it a little, iâm a fair drawer.
41. Where were you born? the backwoods of tennessee, USA
iâm always lazy and never tag ppl so iâm gonna put forth the effort this time and tag (but as always, only do this is you want to) @mrsdecaestecker @agentverbivore @eclecticmuses @acciostucky @widowshulk @accio-the-force @fitzsimmmonsy how many was i supposed to tag? anywho, thatâs enough i think. au revoir!
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Black Roses
Outlaw Motorcycle Club AU
The other day I floated an idea for a Golden Lace AU in which Lacey is the president of an outlaw motorcycle club and Gold is the shady lawyer who helps them get away with shit/launder their money. Basically, a Sons of Anarchy AU.
This is a one-shot playing around with the idea. It takes place at what would be the end of the story, after the club falls apart.
RATING: T WORDS: 908
[Read on AO3]
âGoing down with the ship, I see.â
Lacey stops plucking peanuts out of the dish and looks over her shoulder across the now-abandoned establishment, and smiles. âBound to happen sooner or later.â
Gold hitches over behind the bar and pours himself a glass of scotch. âYou could run.â
She scoffs and pops another handful of peanuts into her mouth. âAnd wind up like you?â She snorts. âNo thanks.â
He tops off her glass and comes back around, settling into the stool beside her with a huff. âYou don't have to go to prison, Lacey.â
âYou know what-- you're right.â She laughs. âI could get on my bike and ride it off a fucking cliff.â
Gold hikes his brows and shrugs.
âYou wanna ride bitch?â She asks. âWe can Thelma and Louise it.â
He sighs and stares into his glass. âIt wouldn't be running, so much as⌠relocating. Establishing a new charter.â
Laceyâs tempted to roll her eyes. She made the MC her life and it cost her everything. Why in Godâs name would she want to do it again? She decides to ignore the suggestion entirely. âDid you ever think, that maybe things could have been different?â
âDifferent how?â
âDonât play fuckinâ stupid, Gold. Us. You and me.â
Gold sips his scotch and scoffs. âNo use thinking about it now.â
âThat's not an answer.â
âJust what are you looking for, exactly?â He asks. âFor me to-- to tell you that all those times in your office with the door locked and the shade drawn were because I cared? That I loved you?â
âDid you?â
âWould it matter?â
âConsidering we're both about to be dragged to prison for the rest of our lives, never to see each other again-- yeah. It might be a comfort to know that at least this,â she gestures between them, âmeant something.â
âSpeak for yourself, Miss French. Conspiracy and money laundering? I'll probably get ten years, fifteen tops.â
âFuck you!â She snaps.
He throws his hands up in surrender, rolling his eyes.
Lacey stares down at her glass and sighs. â...I did.â
Gold slouches. âI'm sorry?â
She glares at him for a moment, then laughs. âSometimes... I would think, what would I be doing right now, if it wasn't for the club? If all this shit just never happened? If things were normal.â
âHonestly?â Gold wets his lips and smirks. âMy best guess-- managing a 7-Eleven.â
â...Probably,â she snorts. âBut sometimes I would imagine that I went to school. Studied something, got a real job. I dunno. But it was like-- no matter how much shit I changed in my head, no matter how far back down the line of bad decisions I went, in the end you were always there.â
âWell, I do have a tendency to show up where I'm not wanted.â He deadpans.
Lacey huffs out a laugh. âWanna hear something fucking embarrassing?â
âSure.â
âI had this recurring dream for a while. We were married. And we were happy. In love. Had a kid and everything.â
âHappily married? To me?â Gold scoffs and takes a sip of his scotch. âThat is embarrassing.â
âYou never thought about us like that?â
He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.
âWhat if we both ran?â She says. âTogether.â
âAnd where would we go?â
âI dunno.â Lacey shrugs. âAnywhere.â
Before she can elaborate, police sirens begin wailing in the distance. Gold straightens his posture and groans.
âAfraid it's too late for that, sweetheart.â
âThen just kiss me.â She says, taking his hand.
Gold looks her in the eyes for a moment and leans in tentatively, wetting his lips.
âMake it good this time.â She teases. âI got a life sentence coming.â
â...I did.â He finally admits, dragging his fingers along her cheek. âI do. Love you.â
He slides his hand behind her neck, pulling her close, and slants his lips over hers.
The sirens grow louder, but Lacey pays no mind to them, because she's already accepted her fate. All she has now is this moment-- this kiss. He smells and tastes like whiskey and cigarettes-- same as always, but this time it's so much more. It's the kiss she's always wanted, but never been given-- deep and passionate, yet tender and sweet. The culmination of everything they've been through together. The robberies, the murders, the cover-ups, the secrets and the lies that they've shared, and the people that they've lost.
They part to catch their breath, and exchange a look. A look of recognition, of the wasted potential. That all this time, they could have had this. Lacey pulls him back in, hungry for more of it-- whatever it is. She wants to remember the way his lips feel on hers, the way he tastes, the way he smells, way he feels, the look on his face when he said the words, I do love you, and the one on his face now as they part for the last time.
â...Write me.â Lacey says. The windows darken as the police close in and she stares outside for a moment, listening to the slamming of car doors and the stamping of feet. Giving Gold's hand a gentle squeeze, she looks back and at him and smiles weakly. âWhen you get out-- visit me?â She says as the doors burst open and the team of officers comes flooding inside.
Gold answers her with a nod before they swarm in and wrestle her to the ground.
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