#the most frequent method is drowning then bashing their head in
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
max-nicoxposts ¡ 9 months ago
Text
Fcuk I I just did the joke. In the notes. Just. I'm never trying to socialize ever again
*trying to socialize* so do you guys want to hear how i'd kill you
11K notes ¡ View notes
daily-dose-of-imagines ¡ 4 years ago
Note
Could I request yakuza Dio & joesph courting a prince like aura S/O? Where S/o meet him at there way to work and feel quickly in love with the man even accepting his place of work even though they are scared at him dying. They give him so much affection placing him pepper kisses and being flustered quickly. Like if he gives him a rotten flower s/o has heart eyes and swoons over him. They have elegance in their stature even though they work in retail and in fast food restaurants. Thank you! Loveu
oH MY GOD Y E S. I saw this and was literally so fucking excited Anon omargaieorhga I hope you love this as much as I enjoyed writing them~! ;; Thank you so much for your request~!
Âť Âť Admin Ko
ᴀʙɴᴏʀᴍᴀʟ ᴀꜰꜰᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ | Dio ; Joseph x Princely!Reader | 𝕁𝕁𝔹𝔸 Yakuza!AU | Head Canons
»»————- ⚜ ————-««
ᴅɪᴏ ʙʀᴀɴᴅᴏ
To say the least, he’s definitely intrigued by them on their first meeting. It’s on a whim, a self indulgence one can say. 
Dio, to the surprise of no one, loves to find unique and intricate pieces of fashion and accessories. Though his outfits are usually immaculate and somewhat simple, he can’t help but feel a desire to have what most can only dream of. So when meeting this person who has a regal air around them, he can’t help but feel an aching desire to break them.
Though of course that changes at the sudden courting of the other. With how quickly they came onto him and how desperate they acted, it made his desire for them grow in a more...wicked sense. 
He frequents the store and doesn’t hesitate to leave seemingly normal gifts to his admirer. With time, he finds himself growing small affections for the little human and eventually ends up dating them. 
He finds it rather adorable in the way that they break in his palm. How the air of elegance they have breaks into this love struck fool look and he can’t help himself but to break them even more. To see exactly how far their twisted perception of his love will take them. 
Never the one to do anything half assed, Dio will definitely throw them over his shoulder if he demands their attention, and finds it absolutely amusing at how they react.
The range in affections between the pair are high, with Dio giving the bare minimum while his s/o practically drowns him in it. Least to say, there’s a couple of times where it becomes aggravating for the faction leader and he ends up...doing a couple of things to keep them at bay while he works.
ᴊᴏꜱᴇᴘʜ ᴊᴏᴇꜱᴛᴀʀ
Unlike Dio, Joseph will most definitely indulge them in their attempts on the first day. Chaotic and slightly unstable, Joseph has no qualms in holding back when it comes to taking full advantage of someone throwing themselves at him. Especially one who holds such a regal air around themselves.
For Joseph, he wants to see exactly how far they’re willing to go for him. How much can they take of his unsightly methods and, in all honesty, deranged methods of work. 
He makes jokes that it’s like Harley Quinn and the Joker, but witnessing it is a whole different story to him. He finds it endearing at how they fret over his wounds or how they smother him with kisses whilst having a completely bashful face.
The amusement that twinkles in his blue-green eyes at their reactions has him craving for more. To see what else is hidden beneath their elegant aura they pull off.
When he sees them at work in fast food, he can’t help but be utterly amused by how comical it all looked. 
Unlike Dio, Joseph is able to give affections at the same level as his s/o. The only difference is how...extreme he can be. After all, he’s one of the more unstable siblings with the Joestar family.
59 notes ¡ View notes
mrsalwayswrite ¡ 5 years ago
Text
To Find the Light Again
This is my contribution to #waiting4Inspiration’s 2k writing challenge. I went a bit overboard but hey, its all good. I’ve never posted stories on here before so if the formatting is off please forgive me. 
My prompt was a/b/o dynamics and I chose Bucky Barnes as my muse. I’ve never written an a/b/o story before so it was a fun challenge. 
Some dark themes but nothing graphic. Some swearing. That’s about it for warnings. 
Tumblr media
Chapter 1
 The metal chair dug into her back. The stale air in the small enclosed room chilled her. She was unsure how long she had been forced to sit in the uncomfortable chair but her ass was officially numb and her legs were getting there. Thankfully they had taken the restraints off her wrists when they tossed her into the room. No one had entered the room since she was unceremoniously deposited there. At least lights were on, even if it was annoying, flickering florescent lights. She hated the dark. Depending on how long she was kept here, her home emergency protocols would begin to alert the necessary people of her disappearance��abduction…whatever this was. This did not feel like HYDRA but she refused to be anything but a statue. No matter what they did to her, no matter what they said, she would not break. She refused to.
She sat up straight in the chair, hands loosely in her lap and legs under the metal table before her. Keeping her eyes closed, she focused on each slow, deep breath. To any outsider she would appear to be in a meditative state but truthfully, she struggled internally with saying goodbye to her life and those she loved. She did not expect to leave this room alive. The series of events that brought her here only confirmed that.
 Some time later the only door scrapped open and into the Spartan room walked someone she had hoped to never see. His alpha scent slammed into her first, like a thick syrup of sharp peppermint that made her eyes threaten to water and throat close up. Her own biology screamed at her to bare her neck and submit to the angry alpha. But she held perfectly still. She would not give in. Opening her eyes, she stared out at the man whom she assumed would be her interrogator. He presented an intimidating presence that any normal person should cower under. His dark skin glistened under the unflattering lights; his long black trench coat floated behind him like a dark cloud. Yet it was the single eye glaring at her from across the table that sent a shiver down her spine. His other eye covered by an ugly eyepatch…it made her wonder what happened.
Slowly and dramatically he tossed several pictures on the table. With a quick glance her blood froze. How did he find these? How did he find me? At least she knew who had captured her now. Not that being held prisoner by the Avengers brought her much comfort.
“Honestly I’m impressed by your performance so far.” The man spoke, voice rough and harsh, as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ve been in here three hours and not once have you moved nor spoken since you arrived. Most of the other HYDRA doctors or researchers don’t last nearly as long as you, always cursing or begging. I’m sure you know we are purging the world of the disease HYDRA is…so you have two choices in this. Either you help us on your own free will or we will be forced to use some…unsavory…methods to get information, then after that you can look forward to spending the rest of your life in a damn prison cell. Got it?”
Keeping her lips sealed, she just stared at the pictures laid out haphazardly before her. She looked so different in the photos compared to now.
“Your driver’s license says your name is Alicia Cox but we both know that’s fake, don’t we?” He changed tactics, glancing up at the wall to his left. She had guessed hours ago it was a one-way window. This only confirmed it. “No, when we first found your pictures in a HYDRA base surveillance, we were quite surprised. It took a lot of searching for you, cross matching, records and some good old-fashioned footwork. We even tailed a few other women thinking they were you. Yet here we are now. In the HYDRA paperwork you were referred to as Agent 72. The truth is your name is Jenna Lewis and the last records of you were filed by your college roommate as disappearing one night after a frat party. My guess…HYDRA recruited you and decided whatever undercover mission you were on was no longer necessary. Then with the downfall of Alexander Pierce and the helicarriers, you jumped from the drowning ship before it sucked you under.” Suddenly he slammed his hands on the table and leaned forward, invading her personal space. “But you see, SHIELD might not be what it once was but we are still doing everything to pick up and disposed of all of HYDRA’s rats. So, tell me…Agent 72, were you a spy? A researcher of some kind?”
No response from her. The only sound was the buzzing from the florescent lights and her heart pounding in her ears.
He barked out a harsh laugh. “You got balls but they won’t save you. We have Tony Stark and the Black Widow currently looking into everything they can about you. Whatever secrets you think you can hide form us…well, know we will fuck up anything that gets in our way. Now, I suggest you make yourself comfortable. You will be here a long damn time.”
After one last hesitation, he stood up and exited the interrogation room. When the sound of a lock echoed through the small room, she let her head drop, chin resting on her chest. All the years of hiding, changing identities, living in shitty places, doing everything to stay off the radar led to this. She would have laughed if she could at the situation she found herself in. This was the end of the line for her. She had done everything and they still found her. Faces filled her mind as time slowly passed. It was not enough but it was all she would get. Wiping the single tear away, she closed her eyes once again. Finally, she gave into whatever fate had in mind for her. As long as her family was safe, nothing else mattered.
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Bucky sat in the dark kitchen, nursing his second cup of black coffee. Only the streetlights and sunrise shed light into the room. He stared into the black, steaming liquid as if it held the answers to his questions. Unfortunately, if it did, it did not feel like sharing today.
“Buck, you ok?”
He looked over his shoulder at his best friend entering. Steve’s hair was messy and he was still in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He must have just rolled out of bed. As he approached, Steve’s beta scent drifted to him, calming him slightly. His scent reminded Bucky of a hot cinnamon latte, warm and inviting.  
Bucky just shrugged.
“Nightmare?”
Staring back into his mug, Bucky did not even acknowledge the question. Steve probably already knew. At least this time he had not woken up screaming. Just a cold sweat and twisted sheets, feeling as if he was suffocating.
Without a word, Steve padded over and poured himself a cup of coffee. Unlike his best friend, Steve added an obscene amount of sugar before taking a sip. It made Bucky shake his head, remembering when they were young and how sparingly they had to use sugar. Steve had teased once saying he was making up for lost time now. They both knew Steve had an insane sweet tooth and now took every opportunity to fill it.
“Natasha called me…you remember that case she was working on? Some HYDRA agent they were having a hard time tracking down. Well I guess they finally got confirmation and picked her up. Fury already talked with her a couple of hours ago. He wants Natasha and me to take a turn interrogating. Guess she isn’t talking at all.” Steve said, casually looking over his mug.
“And you want me there to see if I can remember her at all, right?”
“If you’re up for it. Apparently, this agent has been very elusive so we are guessing she was of high priority or something.”
Bucky ran his hand through his hair, sighing. He hated staring into the faces of those who worked for HYDRA, those that tortured and manipulated him. Most of the people they had him look at, he did not recognize. Which did not surprise him. HYDRA was careful who was around when they let the Winter Soldier loose. Yet looking up he could see the poorly concealed hope in Steve’s eyes. He hated disappointing him; the blond punk had done so much for him these past two years that he had been living at the Tower. It had been three years since the destruction of the helicarriers and his and Steve’s fight over the Potomac. So much had changed since then.
“Fine. Let me finish my coffee and change.”
“Thanks, Buck. I’m going to shower quick then I’ll find you. Oh, Sam is coming back today and said he needs a guys’ night of billiards and beer after this family reunion he went to.”
“Birdbrain is always complaining about something.”
“Be nice, jerk.”
“Punk.”
Steve chuckled as he headed back to his room. Bucky felt a faint smile on his lips, it felt good to joke with Steve again. He was nowhere near as laid back as he vaguely remembered being before the war, but he was better than when Steve first found him in a homeless shelter in Toronto. His memories were coming back in bits and pieces and he finally was seeing a therapist. It was slow, agonizing work that made him want to bash his head against a wall frequently. Sometimes he wondered why he tried, if it was even worth it all. He would always have blood on his hands. He was Frankenstein’s monster. His nightmares liked to remind him of that.
Quickly draining the rest of his coffee, he put the mug in the dishwasher and headed to his room to change. It was only just after six am. With that thought and hearing this HYDRA agent had been picked up sometime in the night and already interrogated by Director Fury…hopefully the agent would be tired and make a mistake. He doubted this agent would be different than any of the other agents SHIELD had found recently. Just another useless agent wasting oxygen who would be better off with a bullet through the brain.
  Chapter 2
 Bucky followed behind Steve as they walked down one of the umpteen hallways in the Stark Tower, supposedly Avengers Tower now. They passed several SHIELD agents, a few dressed in full tactical gear, coming and going from various rooms. No one stood in their way as the two super soldiers moved swiftly towards Interrogation Room 3B. A few dared to greet Captain America who only received a nod in return, none even made an attempt at the former Winter Soldier. Not that he cared. He kept a cold mask of indifference on as they moved. He wore his favorite black tactical pants, shirt and boots, along with an unspecified number of knives hidden and visible on his hulking form. Steve wore his Captain America uniform sans the mask and shield.
He stopped outside a door and looked over his shoulder. “Ready?”
Bucky just grunted, ready to get this over with and go pound some sand bags in the gym.
Opening the door, they entered to a room full of screens along one wall and the opposite wall, a one-way window into the interrogation room. Two other agents were in the room, two betas by their scent, focusing intently on the screens their faces were plastered to and fingers moving rapidly over keyboards before them. The only other alpha moved from leaning against the wall having been staring through the window to address the super soldiers.
“Took you long enough.” Natasha quipped, eyeing them both. Her normal pine scent with hints of gunpowder came off stronger, almost pungent. Bucky wondered what made her so angry for her pheromones to be coming off so strong. It was most unlike her.
“Any updates?” Steve asked, moving to look through the window, already switching mentally to Captain mode.
She shook her head, red hair dancing around her shoulders. “Still not talking or moving. She might actually be a challenge. Information we can find about her is sparse at best. We got lucky that she cut herself while resisting us. We used the spilled blood for a DNA test. It only came back 65% conclusive but Fury is sure she is the right girl.”
“Ok.” He nodded then glanced at Bucky. “Anything?”
Slowly, Bucky moved to look through the window. A young woman sat stoically in the metal chair, hands in her lap, head bowed forward. Her short, black hair covered her face; he doubted even the ends touched her shoulders. Even though it was only a side profile of her, it was unmistakable to see she was curvy in all the right places. Dark wash jeans covered her legs while a black tank top with some kind of writing on the front were the only things he wore. Her feet were bare and no jewelry could be seen. She was certainly not what he expected to see. Yet sometimes beauty masked the worst evil.
“No, but I can’t really see her face.”
“Right. Nat, want to go in together?” Steve asked, placing his hands on his hips.
“Good cop, bad cop?” Natasha winked, walking past to head out. Steve clapped a hand on Bucky’s shoulder as he followed Natasha out of the room, back into the hallway and into the interrogation room.
Moving closer to the window, he crossed his arms over his chest to watch the interrogation. He ignored the faint murmuring of the two betas behind him as the sound of Steve’s voice came through the speaker overhead.
With the entrance of Captain America and the Black Widow, the woman raised her head slowly to stare at them. Natasha took a seat across from her while Steve stood upright talking. He told her about their hunt for anyone associated with HYDRA and how she could help stop the terror and tyranny inflicted by the organization. If she spoke truthfully and told them everything she knew, they would be able to work with the judge on a lesser sentence and keep her from a maximum-security prison or even a death sentence. Bucky scoffed internally at the offer; HYDRA chose death over failure. True, a few of the doctors and researchers they had apprehended had spilled all of their secrets but once they reached their prison…Bucky doubted they lived long. Most agents just killed themselves or, like her, kept silent. He would give it to her though; her side profile conveyed a simple beauty that in his younger days, he would have been attracted too.
As if his thought summoned her, her head whipped around to face the window even thought he knew she could not see through. What he saw made his heart stop and breathing cease. Those eyes. Those eyes haunted his dreams. Full, round eyes the color of dark brown or onyx stared at him. Eyes that were innocent and frightened in his dreams, now were as hard and unbreakable as his metal arm. After a long second she turned her face back to her interrogators and air returned to the super soldier’s lungs. Pieces of memories fell into place, as if her face was the key to unlocking them. Those soft, pink, bowlike lips over a short, button nose in her round face…except something was wrong. Her hair…it was the wrong color. It was supposed to be long, and a honey brown. It was always braided down her back. He continued to stare, memories conflicting with that his eyes saw before him. There was the long scar on her upper arm that he remembered…something about a tree? Another on her collarbone, like someone tried to cut her throat but missed. The memory was faint but anger burned within him instantly. He had not been able to protect her. Like he promised. No one was allowed to touch her. That’s what they said. She was his. That’s what his handler said.
Suddenly his eyes refocused on the scene before him. Natasha had moved with the silent grace of a panther to pounce on the woman. She gripped the hair on the back of the woman’s head and forced her head up to meet her own green eyes as she stood over her, glaring down. It was harsh but nothing Bucky had not seen Natasha do before, or even worse. Yet the hiss that escaped the dark-haired woman made his blood boil. Before his rational mind could keep up, his body instinctively moved out of the room into the hallway. He flung open the door into the interrogation room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a startled look on Steve’s face but he ignored it. His eyes were solely focused on the Black Widow.
“Let go of her.” He hissed out, planting his feet, ready for a fight. His scent probably reeked of rotting driftwood or something similar. He could almost feel it pouring off him along with his anger.
Not moving a muscle, Natasha just stared him down, her own anger bubbling up slightly at another alpha demanding of her.
“Buck…” Steve tried to placate, sensing the impending fight but Bucky interrupted him, not taking his eyes off the threat.
“TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF MY OMEGA!” He roared, allowing all his alpha instincts and Winter Soldier to enhance his roar.
The force of his voice and dominance caused Natasha to release the woman and step back, only to get into her own aggressive stance. They both may be alphas but Bucky was bigger, stronger and enraged right now. Glaring at an angered Natasha and a confused Steve, he finally turned his gaze to the woman…his woman…his omega.
Her round eyes stared at him like two dark moons, her mouth slightly open. “Soldat?...Mon ange noir?”
Even though her words came out on a whisper of breath, it resounded in the room like a gunshot. Immediately Bucky moved closer…or was it the Winter Soldier? The distinction between the two felt blurred at the moment.
“It cannot be…they said…they said you were dead.” She stuttered out as she watched him move closer. Was that tears in her eyes? He swore they looked watery but a slow blink cleared away whatever he thought was there. He remembered her scent being floral and sweet…something that soothed him…his mind struggled for the word. Jasmine. She always smelled like jasmine. Now though it was dulled as if on suppressants and the tang of alcohol seeped out of her clothes and skin.
He hovered over her, looking down at her upturned face. There was a name he called her. Memories collided in his mind, both providing answers and causing more questions to pop up. She called him…mon ange nior…my dark angel…she had been learning French. He saved her. Blood on the floor. A beating after but it was worth it. She was his omega. What did he call her? Not just omega. There was a name whispered in the dark, tears on her cheeks. A forbidden truth she was forced to forget.
Moving slowly, he reached out a hand and ran his thumb over her cheek as the word on the tip of his tongue slipped out. “Jenna.”
Chapter 3 
Hearing him say her name, a flood of emotions overwhelmed her. All she could do was stare at the man standing in front of her. They lied to her. They said he was dead, that he died during the destruction of the Triskelion. She mourned him in her own way but she never forgot him. His brown hair was long but looked clean compared to prior times she had seen him. She could not help but wonder who cut his hair now. It was stupid to think about, she had been the only one he allowed without fighting the guards. Now his eyes were clear, staring at her in a way like he never had before. Those blue/gray eyes bored into her and she suppressed a shiver. His alpha scent though, it made her want to bare her neck and wholly submit, to let him protect her again without question. It was stronger now, lacking the disturbing smells of dirt, blood, sweat and disinfectant. Now it was pure, unadulterated him. It reminded her of standing on the edge of the ocean, the fresh, salty air wrapping around her along with the wet sand between her toes. For years that faint scent had let her know she was safe again, at least for a time.
“How?” She reached forward and touched his metal hand, making sure he was real, that this was not a dream.
Before he could answer, the door swung open behind him with a bang. In that split second the super soldier ripped her out of the chair and tossed her roughly into the closest corner. She managed to catch herself on the wall before smacking it with her forehead. Turning quickly around, the sight that greeted her made her stomach drop. Her soldier faced outward, blocking her with his body, a long knife in each hand. A deep growl erupted out of his throat. Words nor pheromones were needed to translate the message he was sending. Just inside the door now stood the Iron Man in a full suit, hands raised, ready to fire. Behind him stood the first man to interrogate her, Director Fury.
“You know, Cap, I feel a little left out that we weren’t invited to the party.” The voice of Tony Stark emitted out of the suit.
Moving past Tony Stark, the man who alluded justice and ruthlessness glared at everyone in the room like an enraged schoolmaster. “Someone care to explain what the hell is going on here?”
The air hung thick with tension as the showdown continued. No one was moving and no one was speaking. Her mind struggled with everything that had happened in the last five minutes and what the repercussions would be... There was one thing she knew. Her soldier would protect her. Her alpha always looked out for her and there was one last thing he could do…but it meant she had to speak. Her secrets would only kill her last hope now.
“Director Fury,” she spoke up as all eyes swung over to her besides her protector’s, whom only stiffened at her voice cutting through the air, “I will freely talk on the promise my one condition is met.”
“What is it?”
“Your men stand down and his actions will not be held against him.” She finished, placing a hand on the back just in front of her so her meaning was clear.
The single, focused eye turned to the man guarding her. “Will you stand down, Sergeant Barnes and allow her to speak with us?”
Hesitantly he glanced behind him and at her nod responded. “As long as no one touches her and I remain where she is.”
“Fine. Goddammit. This is turning into a bigger mess than I thought. As you two are calling the shots, care to talk here or do we need a penthouse with gold gilding and chandeliers?” Fury barked out, his peppermint scent coming off in strong waves with a mixture of rotting plants.
She moved to stand by the soldier’s side. “Do you have somewhere secure? No recordings, no way for information of who I am to get out?”
“Conference room? JARVIS can shut everything down.” Captain America spoke up, seeming to slowly come out of his shock.
Fury heavily sighed. “Everyone be there in five minutes. Cap, Romanov, don’t let her out of your sight.” With that he strode out of the room, his coat a dark cloud billowing behind him.
The Black Widow shifted, hands still tense by her sides. “Alright, let’s go, Agent 72.”
“Don’t call her that!” Her solider demanded, eyes sweeping the room for seen and unseen threats.
“It’s ok.” Jenna placed a hand on his arm and felt a bit of the tension ease out of his muscles.
Captain America watched them seeming unsure if he should jump into the fray or continue to stay on the sidelines. “Buck, can you put those away?” He gestured towards the knives still dangerously held out.
The ex-Winter Soldier seemed to think about the request for a long moment, as if debating the need for them in the near future. Slowly he placed the long knives back in their sheaths strapped to his thighs. Soon the group exited and started down a different hallway. The Black Widow walked in front with the Iron Man and Captain America behind. One thing kept running through Jenna’s mind as they walked. Director Fury had called him ‘Sergeant Barnes’ and Captain America called him ‘Buck’. Was that his real name? She had only ever heard him referred to as Soldat, the Soldier, or the Asset. Finally, she decided she had nothing to lose at this point.
Glancing up at the man walking stiffly beside her, she asked her strange question. “So, your name is Sergeant Barnes?”
A twitch of his lips accompanied the warmth in his eyes as he met her eyes for a moment. “James Barnes.”
“Huh. Never would have pegged you for a James.”
A snort sounded from behind them that she guessed came from the Captain. The man beside her…James, James Barnes, mock glared at her. The lightheartness of the moment vanished when the Iron Man spoke up.
“What? He goes into full Winter Solider mode to protect you and you don’t even know his name? Who the hell are you, girl?”
In an instant, James placed himself between the man of iron and her, tension thick once again and his hands twitching to grab a knife.
Thankfully the Captain broke up the impending fight by stepping between the two. “Tony, why don’t you go ahead and make sure the room is ready. Buck, stand down.”
With an unintelligent muttering, the Iron Man stormed around them but it was not until he turned down another hallway that James relaxed marginally.
“Omega…” James looked down at her.
“I’m fine. Let’s get this done.” She turned and started following the direction the Iron Man had disappeared. She could hear a huff and footsteps following but paid no attention, keeping her eyes on the red head leading the way. It bothered her the truth that rang through the man’s words. She had not known James’ name yet he was willing to fight and protect her. He even remembered her name. It made her feel like shit, was she taking advantage of him? Did he actually want to help her? She could not think too much more about that. There was one thing she needed from him. So, she would spill all her secrets, defying years of training and experience. Hopefully this did not come to bite her in the ass later. Not like she had much choice now.
 The conference room had a large oval table in the center with twelve chairs around it. Along all the walls were screens in which things could easily be projected upon. Against one of the walls was a short table with a Keurig coffeemaker, paper cups, and condiments for the coffee. Even though it was sparse, clearly this room was used a lot, or at least no one had come to take the overflowing trash can under the small coffee table. On one of the screens, the time was written in white, stating it was almost a quarter to seven in the morning. Jenna rubbed her eyes with the heels of her hands. It had been a long night at the bar she worked at, some college frat boys were making her night miserable. Walking to the train stop, she was exhausted and ready to crash for a few hours before having to go to her second job. Suddenly a van was pulling up next to her and someone threw a black bag over her head. She hoped those waiting for her were alright. No, she could not think about them right now. She had to focus on this meeting.
She took a seat towards the middle of the table and closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing. Whispering could be heard close to the door but she tried her best to ignore it. Keeping her hands clasped in her lap under the table, she tried to suppress the trembling in them. Never before had she talked about what she went through, what had happened to her. She barely had time to reflect on it herself, only in her dreams and nightmares did her mind decide to even remember it.
The door opened again and she knew it was time. Fury walked in, in his wake was a tall woman with a stern face and posture that suggested military. The scent of fresh bread came off of her so Jenna knew she was a beta. A different man came in last, closing the door behind him. He was dressed casual compared to everyone else but streaks of dirt and dust were on his white t-shirt and a few marks on his thick arms. His beta scent caught her off guard, like freshly grated ginger which made her think of making her favorite stir fry at home. Who were these people? She did not get a chance to find out since Fury took a seat directly across from hers and his eye bored into her soul demanding answers.
“Alright, Miss Lewis, here we are.” He leaned forward in the chair. “Why don’t you start from the beginning? How and why you were recruited by HYDRA then we’ll go from there.”
Everyone else settled around the room either taking seats around the table or leaning against the walls. The Iron Man stepped out of his suit and took a seat at the head of the table, kicking his feet up. The stern woman stood behind Fury, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. The scent of coastal waters and warm sunshine grew stronger and she sensed James take the seat next to her. She did not turn her head nor acknowledge his presence but internally she was grateful for his close proximity. She wondered how much of what she was about to share if he knew or it would come as a surprise to him too.
“My name is Jenna Lewis and there was only one reason HYDRA ‘recruited’ me as you keep stating. Its cause of what I am. I found out later but at the time they were trying a new…experiment, if you want to call it that. They kidnapped me when I was nineteen, walking back to my college dorm from a party. They gave me a number like a lab rat, instead of using my name. That’s where Agent 72 comes from. I…I wasn’t the only omega they took…”
“Wait! You’re an omega? You don’t smell like one.” Tony interrupted.
“Suppressants for years, it’s safer to pretend to be a beta then an unclaimed omega.” She retorted, surprised she had to explain that to someone who was supposed to be a genius. She hesitated to talk about the next part, unsure how the man next to her would handle it.
Fury broke the pregnant pause. “Why were they taking omegas?”
“They…shit,” she sighed before rushing out the next part. “They apparently were having issues controlling their asset. The doctors controlling his biology were saying how an alpha unable to go through a rut after sixty years could be harder to control and by giving him…a plaything…it would help them control him. So, they took omegas to satisfy the alpha’s natural urges.”
From beside her, soft, pained Russian was mumbled that if she took a guess was some vibrant cursing.
“Sex slaves. You’re telling me HYDRA took you as a sex slave.” Fury pinched the bridge of his nose.
She raised an eyebrow. “Are you really surprised?”
“What about the others?” The Captain asked, moving closer to the table but seemed hesitant to hear the answer. “Where are the other omegas?”
There was no kind way to answer that question. “Dead. Either they were killed by the asset or after he rejected them, they were given to the HYDRA guards. I never saw them again.”
With that, James pushed his chair back and shot up, retreating to a corner of the room to furiously pace. Her heart broke for him, she doubted this was something he wanted to hear.
“And somehow you survived…how?” Fury continued, keeping his eye on her.
“I guess I smelled right to him.”
“How long?”
Surprised by James’ raspy voice, she turned to look at him. He looked ready to tear his own heart out to take away her pain, his eyes tortured and fists clenching and unclenching.
He repeated his question, enunciating each word as if it was acid in his mouth. “How long…were you my…” His words faltered at the end.
“Four years.”
He balked, blood draining from his face. A gasp come from direction of the Captain. Even Tony’s face looked a little paler.
“I managed to escape after the fight at the Triskelion, everything was in such disarray, no one knew what was going on. I’ve been running ever since.”
“That’s three years ago.” Fury spoke up, his tone still harsh but no longer glaring at her. She guessed he believed her, at least somewhat. “How have you managed to evade them for so long?”
“I don’t stay in the same place longer than eight months usually. I thought I actually noticed someone following me two days ago. So, after the weekend I was going to move on. Besides, without their asset there’s no point to keeping me.”
The air was strained, everyone absorbing her words and their implications. She could hear James’ rapid breathing to her left and the Captain’s continued, concerned looks thrown his way.
The Black Widow’s voice rang out, indifferent to the range of emotions displayed in the room. “In the few documents with your…number on it. There were mentions of something about a ‘carrier’ or ‘bad breeder’.”
“Shit.” Jenna whispered, rubbing her hands on her face. This was the one topic she had hoped to not have to explain. Where had they gotten this information? “I got pregnant at one point…they decided to experiment and see what would happen with breeding. I lost…they thought it had something to do with the serum. It didn’t help where they kept us wasn’t ideal for growing pups up healthy.”
“It just happened once?”
She answered the Widow’s follow up question hesitantly. “Twice. I miscarried twice.”
A sudden pounding sound shook the room causing everyone to jump and look at James. Ruthlessly he pounded against the wall beside him with his metal arm. Glass shattered. Pieces fell to the floor under the brutal treatment. Jenna froze, the sudden emotion keeping her eyes glued. The four years she had known the Winter Soldier, only twice had she seen him lose control like this but never was it directed at her. Normally he was stoic and unemotional or just on the brink of tenderness but never fully crossing that threshold. This…she was unsure what to do.
The Captain immediately rushed over, trying to pacify and calm his friend. After several tense minutes, James finally turned to face the group but his blue/gray eyes pinned her to her seat. His chest still rose and fell rapidly but what surprised her the most was the unshed tears betraying his pain hidden in those eyes.
“I’m so sorry.”
“No…” she tried to interrupt but he kept speaking, gripping his hair like he was ready to yank it all out.
“I can’t…I’ll kill them all, I swear, I’m so sorry. I’ll protect you…”
“STOP!” Jenna jumped up and moved closer to the devastated man, ignoring everyone else in the room. Roughly she grabbed his face as he tried to turn away from her. “Look at me!” She commanded. Once his eyes met hers again did she continue, her voice more confident than she felt. “Its not your fault. We were both prisoners…and you did protect me. Do you remember? Once after a certain guard…hurt me because you weren’t around, somehow you knew. You found him and killed him. You promised to keep me safe and you did. After that, all the guards were scared to touch me because they knew. They knew I was YOUR omega! You never hurt me on purpose. You kept me alive. None of this was your fault. You never asked for this. Neither did I yet we dealt with it and survived. Focus on that. They did not break us…and every day we get up and keep breathing, we are beating them. Ok?”
He nodded, placing his hands on her forearms and pressing their foreheads together. A warm tingle ran through her as memories come to the forefront of her mind. Occasionally he would do this when they were alone in their cell. When they both desperately needed positive human contact…when it had been awhile since his last mind wipe and memories were coming back. They would cling to one another like two drowning persons in a storm. Desperately hoping the storm would abate soon or they would drown and death would save them.
“Well this truly is touching but what happens now?” Tony’s question broke the silent moment causing everything to come crashing back to reality.
  Chapter 4
 Bucky kept her close, wanting…no needing her touch, her warmth. Her jasmine scent brought such a peace with it. Yet his alpha instincts could not be ignored. Everything in him screamed to keep her near and safe. She was his omega and he would fight for her and to keep her. Damn anyone that tried to stand in his way. Everything she had confessed, everything she had been through made him want to rip every HYDRA agent apart with his bare hands. He knew HYDRA consisted of monsters but this…this was a new depravity that surprised him. He had no memories of the prior omegas. There was only one his mind recalled. Once he caught her scent, memories of them came flooding back... Laying on the uncomfortable cot together, her brushing and cutting his hair, tracing her skin as she slept. What stood out was the night he claimed her, he left his mating mark on her and she moaned in pleasure. He wondered if it was still there, it had been years…he had not noticed anything and guessed it had faded by now. That thought bothered him more than he cared to admit.
“Well it would appear there is only one thing we can do now.” Fury said. With his words Jenna turned around to face the SHIELD director, she took a couple steps closer to the table, back ramrod straight. A soft clap on the shoulder reminded Bucky that Steve still stood nearby, silently supporting him. Like always.
Fury’s eye roved over Jenna then Bucky before returning to her. “Miss Lewis, you will be placed in SHIELD custody for your protection until a time is deemed you no longer are in need of it. You will be placed in an undisclosed location for now. While in custody, you will try and help identify any HYDRA agents, doctors, or researchers that you can recall.”
The plan made sense but it did not mean Bucky had to like it. He wanted nothing more than to keep her by his side. Perhaps he could convince Fury to let him be a part of her protection detail. Its not like he was doing much else in the Tower. Hell, Steve would probably be the only one to miss him.
“Thank you, sir but I respectfully decline your offer.”
Bucky whipped his head around to stare at her. What was she thinking? His heart began beating rapidly, fear flooding his veins. What was she doing?
Fury’s voice practically dripped shards of ice as he countered her. “Oh, is that so? Miss, I don’t think you have much of a choice in the matter. It was not an offer. This is happening.”
She took a step closer to the table. “If I stay with you, HYDRA will find out about me. If I continue on my own, its easier to hide, easier to escape notice. I gave you the information you asked for and now I will be walking out those doors. You have no real reason to keep me.”
“We need to confirm your story.”
“Do it but I’m leaving…and I will disappear so if there are any last questions, you better ask them now.”
Maybe another time he would be impressed by an omega standing up to an alpha, especially Fury without quaking in their shoes. Now, it felt like he was losing her.
“Jenna,” he pleaded, “you need to stay here. Its not safe for you to leave. What if HYDRA finds you?”
“What are they going to do with me? Why would they even really be looking for me? I’m nothing to them.”
“NO! You will stay here and I will protect you.” He used his alpha voice on her, his growl reverberating in the room. This was not how he wanted things to go. Hell, he just found her and she wanted to just run off and vanish. That wasn’t going to happen. He had four years’ worth of transgressions to make up to her.
Her body tensed, hands clenching into fists as she fought the submission her body screamed for. After several deep breaths, she turned fully to face him. What warmth they once held for him dispersed as flares of anger danced in her onyx eyes. “You have no right to demand of me. Once you were my alpha but no more.”
A dagger to the heart would have hurt less. Why was she fighting this so hard? He heard Steve shift next to him and begin to say something but clamped his mouth shut when Jenna leveled a glare at him.
“I have a question.” Natasha announced, taking a step closer and planting her hands on her hips. “JARVIS, open file MP103572-26355A and project it onto screen 2B.” A half second later, her famous Widow’s smirk appeared as she stared at Jenna. “Who is their father?”
On the screen was a surveillance picture of Jenna smiling as she walked by a swing set. What struck Bucky speechless were the toddlers holding her hands. One of them, a boy, had dark brown hair like he did while the other, a girl, had hair slightly lighter, closer to their mother’s natural honey brown hair. The girl carried a dandelion in her hand, showing it off like it was the greatest treasure. The boy looked down, concentrating on cracks in the pavement under his feet.  The innocence that radiated off them was palpable through the picture.  It felt like all the air had been sucked from his lungs. Turning his head, he looked at Jenna for an explanation.
All the color had drained from her face as she stared at the picture.
“See if my calculations are correct…they look over 2 years old. Its been three years since the fall of HYDRA. So that tells me when you escaped, if that’s really what happened, you were already pregnant. You keep claiming that only Sergeant Barnes was allowed to touch you so it makes me wonder. Why have you not mentioned them yet?”
His thoughts were flying by at a million miles per minute yet also sluggishly refusing to move. His super soldier brain could usually process information faster than the average person but not this. He needed to hear it from her mouth. He needed the truth.
“Jenna…” He moved closer until he stood over her. Tears welled in her eyes, shoulders sagged, she looked utterly defeated. “Please.”
“I won’t let them touch my pups. I’ll do whatever I have to but I refuse to let those monsters anywhere close to my babies.” She hissed out, a last reserve of strength.
“Please tell me…are they…” He could not even finish his question, both hope and fear fighting for dominance within him. The revelation that he could be a father crashed into him like a tidal wave. It was a dream he had before the war, settling down and starting a family with his sweet wife. Once HYDRA got their hands on him, that dream went up in smoke. It never occurred to him that it could still happen.
She blinked before whispering the answer.“Yes, they are your pups.”
“That’s why you’ve been running and hiding. Not for your own safety but for them.” Steve beckoned to the screen, his own shock evident.
“Hold on. Hold on.” Tony interrupted. “Why would HYDRA want the pups? Aren’t they about world domination and soldiers, not babysitters?”
Natasha answered this time. “They are part super soldier. It’s the breeding program, right? Why waste time creating an unstable serum when you can create and mold the soldiers from birth?”
Bucky wanted to vomit at the thought. Those same doctors that tortured him…touching his pups, forcing them to be mindless, emotionless killers, hurting them until the doctors received the result they wanted. He would not, could not let anything happen to them. He would sell his soul to keep them safe. He looked up at the picture again, studying it. They looked beautiful, his omega, his pups…his family. The desperate need to see them, meet them, touch them and confirm they were real overwhelmed him. He had to make her understand somehow. He needed this. He needed to see them with his own eyes. He was a father.
“Can I meet them?” He tried to keep his voice soft as Tony and Natasha were arguing about something.
She looked up, meeting his eyes, scrutinizing him as if confirming his genuine feelings. “Ok,” she whispered back.
“When? Today?”
She shook her head. “I’m already late to return home. My emergency protocols will be active. I need to sort it out first.”
“Tomorrow?” He could barely keep the desperation out of his voice. “You can have time to think about staying, let me...us protect you. You don’t have to be all on your own anymore. I swear I won’t let HYDRA anywhere near the three of you. I’ll die before they touch you.”
A sad smile touched her lips. “I believe you. We can meet tomorrow. I don’t know about…”
“Please, just think about it.”
She sighed. “Fine, ok. I’ll think about it.”
“Thank you, omega.”
“Don’t call me that. We may have been together once but we aren’t right now.”
“Buck and I can walk you out, Miss Lewis.” Steve said, clearly having heard their whispered conversation.
“Thank you, Captain.”
“Fury, Buck and I are escorting Miss Lewis out. A rendezvous meeting has been set for tomorrow in which further plans will be discussed but right now she needs to return to her pups.” Steve stated, his voice ringing with authority.
Fury looked between the three of them with obvious mistrust and skepticism. “Miss Lewis, we are not done talking. An undercover detail will be sent to monitor your home.”
Pinching her lips together, Jenna gave a curt nod before following Steve out the room with Bucky following. Their walk was silent, even the elevator was endured with minimal speech. Bucky would give anything to know what was going through her mind. Her face was expressionless, a mask that frustrated him. His own mind whirled with the new revelation. He had pups. He was a father. With an beautiful omega who clearly, at least at one time, cared for him. He wanted to know more about them, what they liked, their favorite games and movies. Did they know their father was alive? His lips stayed shut even as the questions burned on his tongue. A frigidness had wrapped around Jenna and it felt impenetrable. Having her life exposed as it had been to strangers and ones initially claiming she was HYDRA, he could not think how she felt right now. A piece of him wished to reach out and touch her, comfort her in some way. Her lovely scent had begun to slowly sour, alerting him to her negative change of emotion. It felt like his hands were tied though. What could he offer her? Would she even want to receive his help? Did she want anything from him?
Once they reached the ground floor, the three said a short, awkward farewell before she turned on her heel and practically ran away.
“We’ll figure it out, Buck.”
“I can’t lose them, Steve…I just can’t….”
“I know. That’s my nephew and niece. We’ll keep them safe.”
Bucky could only nod as he followed Steve back to the elevator. He hoped Jenna would allow them to help protect her and the pups. They needed to be safe. There was not another option. He needed them safe and happy.
  Chapter 5
 She remembered the first time she met the Winter Soldier, when she had been given to him. They ripped the black bag off her head as they walked down a concrete hallway. The place felt like an underground bunker or something. Goosebumps broke out on her skin from the cold, she was still only clad in the stupid university t-shirt and jean shorts that she had worn to the frat party. Her honey brown hair hung loose and limp past her shoulders as she stumbled along. For some ridiculous reason they had taken her flats so the cold floor hurt her feet. Whenever she spoke or asked a question, one of the two men gripping her arms would hit or slap her. So silently she followed along.
They passed several metal doors before stopping at one. There was nothing unique about it, nothing to show why they were stopping there. One of her handlers called out something in a foreign language than a green light buzzed over the door. Quickly they dragged her through the doorframe before unceremoniously tossing her further into the room. Stumbling she caught herself falling on her hands and knees. A harsh clank behind her signaled the door was sealed shut leaving her alone…or so she thought.
A creaking made her head swivel to the side to identify the sound. To her surprise and horror, a man sat on a dirty looking cot. His long, dark brown hair hid his face so her eyes quickly scanned the rest of him. He looked fit, like really fit, if the protruding muscles said anything. What caught her off guard the most was his left arm was not flesh and blood but shiny and metal. Her mind did not have long to ponder the question for just as suddenly as he appeared, his head lifted. A pair of beautiful blue/gray eyes met hers that she would have immediately loved except they looked almost dead or void of emotion. A sharp jawline accentuated his plump lips which were pressed together. His nostrils flared quickly then he seemed to take a deep breath. It was then his scent hit her. He was an alpha! Stories of unspeakable horrors crossed her mind and she felt tears threatening to fall. Questions flooded her mind but her tongue refused to cooperate.
Slowly and silently he stood up, moving with an almost machine-like grace. Unsure what to do she scrambled onto her feet, breathing rapidly, moving to press her back against the wall. Her eyes remained transfixed on him. As if each movement took great deliberation, he slowly moved closer step by step. His eyes held her frozen in place. He was easily eight inches taller with muscles and movement that conveyed he knew how to handle himself. What could she do expect hope and pray? She was smart enough to know she would not win a fight against him. What did he want from her? Why was she here? Who was he?
After what felt like an eternity, he stood toe to toe with her, towering and intimidating. Her heart felt like it was ready to beat out of her chest. Sweat beaded on her palms. Agonizingly slow, he leaned forward moving his head closer and closer to her. With a whimper she tried to jerk away but to no avail. He forced her back against the wall. His metal hand gently yet forcefully pressed on her head, tilting it to the side so she was looking away. She felt him continue to lean in closer until his nose was pressed against her mating gland. Closing her eyes, a tear slipped out but she held still. A sound, the mixture between a moan and growl erupted from his lips ghosting over the skin of her neck. Gently he gripped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze once again. This time there seemed to be a spark amongst the deadness, a glimmer of something she could not decipher. He stared at her a long time as if absorbing everything about her and all her secrets. It unnerved her but so far, he had not done anything to hurt her yet, that had to be good, right?
To make their strange situation even more bizarre, his thumb brushed over her lower lip, then hesitantly touched his own lip with the thumb that had touched her. Whatever it was must have sealed the decision he was contemplating for suddenly he leaned forward again and pressed his nose against her mating gland.
“Mine…” His voice rasped out as if unused to speaking. “My omega.” He leaned back, staring at her. “Confirm.”
“Wh…what?” She stuttered out, confused by the crazy events.
“Confirm. My omega. Confirm.”
“Um…I’m…I’m your omega?”
“Affirmative.” With that he released her and walked back over to sit on the dirty cot.
She watched him sit there, barely moving or breathing for several moments before sliding onto the floor beneath her. She pulled her legs up against her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Tears silently fell but she dared not make a sound. What was going on?
 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jenna was nervous. Shit, she was scared. This felt right though. After everything that happened yesterday at the Avengers Tower, how she just wanted to grab the twins and run for dear life. Yet with everything, she felt she owed it to him at least. He had protected her while they were both prisoners of HYDRA, even yesterday he still threw himself between her and whatever he deemed threatened her. He deserved to meet his pups, his son and daughter. So here they were.
“Park! We play!” Her daughter cried out excitedly, tugging on Jenna’s hand now in her great enthusiasm.
“Hold on, sweetheart, we’re going. We don’t want to fall and scrape our knees again, right?”
“No, mama.”
They rounded the last bend on the sidewalk to reach the entrance of the enclosed neighborhood park. Living in the Bronx had its shady times certainly and Jenna always kept a firm grip and sharp eye on her children. Luckily there had not been any incidents at this park. As they entered, her eyes scanned around for a particular face and within moments locked eyes.
“Mama, play!”
“One second, I want you two to meet someone.” She guided her children towards them. James stood frozen, almost mid-step as if he had been pacing and then saw her. Steve sat on the park bench next to him along with a dark-skinned man she did not recognize. Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself as they walked the last few feet.
“Nuggets, this is my friend James. Can you say hi?” She spoke soothingly, as she stopped them in front of the ex-Winter Soldier. Her daughter waved, dimples appearing on her cheeks while her son stood staring, clinging to her hand. James’ eyes bounced continuously back and forth between the two and she knew he was noticing his own features in them. Her daughter had matching blue/gray eyes, identical to his. Her son had the same dimple in his chin while his eyes were more of a light blue. They both had Jenna’s lighter complexion but looking at them, it was easy to pick out similarities between their parents. Both a blessing and a curse that she had struggled with.
“James, this is Sierra and Aiden.”
Slowly he knelt before them, never removing his eyes from the three of them. “Hi, its…” he swallowed before continuing, “its nice to meet you two.”
“Alright, nuggets, why don’t you go play. I’m just going to talk to James for a bit.”
“Play!” Sierra chirped in her sweet voice. Without waiting another second, she darted towards the small playground and began running all over it. Aidan slowly followed but only to the edge, then he began driving the monster truck in his hand over the sandy ground contently. Jenna watched them for a moment, her heart swelling with love for them. They truly were her world and she did not mind one bit.
“So, you’re Jenna, huh?” The dark-skinned man smirked at her before leaning forward, extending his hand. “Sam Wilson. Bucky was not kidding when he mentioned how beautiful you are.”
She laughed as Sam winked at her while they shook hands and James glowered at him. His scent reminded her of lemons and honey, an interesting combination for a male beta in her opinion. She could not help but feel relaxed in his presence which both made her nervous yet happy to chat and laugh casually.
“Its good to see you again, Jenna.”
“You too, Captain.”
“Please, call me Steve.”
She nodded at him then turned her attention to the real reason she was here. James stared at the toddlers like a blind man seeing the moon and stars for the first time. It was both sweet and heartbreaking to witness. “You ok?”
“They are perfect.” He breathed out, not tearing his eyes from them.
She continued to watch him, seeing the misty eyes and silent disbelief at what his eyes were telling him. This world, HYDRA, had taken so much from him, forced him to be something he never wanted to be. Trapped in his own mind and body as they controlled him through torture and pain. She witness it. Yet there was a softness she had never seen before. It was in the small smile touching his lips as Sierra slid down the slide squealing and Aidan made ‘vroom’ noises for his truck. Was it possible for her pups to grow up with father after all? That was a dream she had given up long ago but watching him…could it be possible?
“So, did you make a decision yet?” Steve broke the silence.
“What?”
“If…if you’ll come back with us…or not?”
At her hesitation, James’ head turned to stare at her, an almost pained expression on his face.
“I’m not…”
“Please.” He interrupted her, moving closer and gripping her upper arms. “Please don’t run. I just found you…and them. I can’t, I can’t lose any of you. Please. Give us a chance.”
“You have to understand, its just been the three of us. They are my first priority and I will not compromise their safety in any way.”
“I promise, I won’t let anything happen to you or our…our pups. You don’t have to do this alone anymore.”
She would never admit it out loud but she spent most of the night last night sitting in the dark thinking, planning and strategizing. The idea of not having to look over her shoulder constantly called out to her. To not feel alone, to maybe find a sliver of peace and rest delighted her. Yet what if HYDRA still infected SHIELD? Could she be fully positive that those around had her and her children’s best interests at heart?
“Trust me, please.” He begged, tearing her heart out.
After an eternity or a second, she was unsure, she decided to make her choice. Meeting his pleading eyes, she nodded. “Ok, I trust you James Barnes to keep me and our pups safe. Don’t fail us.”
“I won’t. I promise.” He whispered, pressing their foreheads together. “Thank you.”
“After the kids play, we can go get our stuff. It won’t take too long. Would that work?”
“Sure, sure. Steve can call for a truck to come and pick up the stuff. Right, Stevie?”
“Course, Buck. I’ll call right now.” The blond super soldier jumped up and walked several paces away, pulling out his cell phone.
James and Jenna took a hesitant step from each other and she scanned the playground to check on the twins. Yes, she needed to keep an eye on them, especially Sierra, but really, she just needed space. His scent made her want to burrow her face in his neck, to let him hold her close and know he would protect them. She was not sure if it was because of her being an omega or their shared past history but she wanted to relinquish control. But she could not submit like that. Not right away. She needed proof to trust him, besides her and James were such different people then when they last saw one another. Would a relationship even work between them anymore? Would he be a good alpha and father? It felt too early to tell.
“Mama!”
Aidan running over broke her train of thought. He slammed into her legs then tugged on her hand. She smiled, already knowing what he wanted. His favorite part of the playground was the swings off to the side while Sierra could spend hours climbing up and going down the slide.
For the next fifteen minutes, she pushed Aidan and watched James play on the slide with Sierra. After that, the little girl somehow got Steve and Sam to chase her around while James sat on the ground with Aidan and made ramps in the sand for him to drive his monster truck off. Maybe there was hope for a family between them. Perhaps things she once dreamed of might finally come true. She looked on with hope and love growing in her heart.
  Chapter 6
 Bucky followed behind Jenna as they ascended the stairs, having to move slow because of the toddlers wanting to walk up by themselves. Aidan held his hand, his monster truck still in his other hand. The way the two toddlers had warmed up to him was astounding. To his own even greater surprise, neither one was frightened by his metal arm. It barely even phased either one, only Sierra had a reaction to it which equated to her frequently grabbing his metal hand to stare at her own reflection and giggle. Now they were heading up to their second-floor apartment to gather their stuff and taken them to the Tower. Sam stayed outside with the truck and to keep an eye on their surroundings.
When Bucky saw the apartment building, he was horrified and distraught that this was where they had been living. He understood it had to be hard to be a single mother, raising twins while having to stay off the grid but this. It brought a new revelation of how much she must struggle to get by and the sacrifices she had made. He promised himself to spoil all three of them anyway he could. He doubted he would be the only one spoiling the kids by the heart shaped eyes Steve had whenever the kids interacted with him.
Jenna opened the door and ushered the toddlers in first. Steve and Bucky followed scanning the place. It was a small one-bedroom apartment, the walls were a yellowed tan from age with bare minimum furniture. A raised eyebrow from Steve received a nod from Bucky. This reminded them both of their own poor childhoods. There was no way his family was allowed to continue to live like this. Not while he had he means to change it.
“Look! Me puppy!” Sierra ran up to the two men, showing them a brown stuffed animal with floppy ears.
“He’s really nice.” Steve smiled at the little girl. Aidan appeared next to show them his stuffed owl but a male voice made Bucky turn around.
Before Jenna could fully close the door, someone called out her name. She sighed and reopened it, plastering a fake smile on her lips.
“Hey, Paul.”
“Alicia. How are ya, babe?”
Every alpha instinct went on high alert as Bucky heard that. He watched the man, by his scent a weak alpha, rush over. The man leaned against the doorframe, a crooked smile greeting her. He was attractive enough- tall, thin, a nose looking like it had been broken at least once, while wearing a backwards baseball cap and jeans.
“I’m ok. You?”
“Yeah, good, good. Hey, think you’ll have an evening off soon? I still wanna take you to that joint down the street. I think you’d really like it. I’ll even pay for someone to watch your pups. Don’t give me that look, come on, you’ve been saying no for two months now. Its ok to let loose and have some fun.”
Bucky had heard enough by this point. In several swift strides, he approached, wrapping an arm around Jenna’s waist and tugged her into his side. “Hey doll face, we’re waiting on you. Who’s your friend here?”
“Oh, this is Paul. He lives two doors away. Paul, this is James.”
Paul’s eyebrows furrowed as the other alpha intruded on what he thought was his territory. It almost made Bucky smile as he watched Paul straighten up and puff his chest out. He posed no real threat at all. It was almost comical.
“Nice to meet you.” Paul winced slightly as he shook Bucky’s hand. “Um…how…are you friends?”
“I’m her alpha.” He stated bluntly, loving the way Paul’s eyes widened.
A sharp elbow to his ribs surprised and amused him. “No, you’re not.” Jenna retorted.
“Keep telling yourself that, doll.” He winked at the still stunned Paul. “She likes to play hard to get. Now, we need to finish packing. It was nice to meet you.” Without waiting for a response, he pulled Jenna inside and closed the door in Paul’s face.
“Was that really necessary?”
He smirked. “Did you want him to keep talking to you?”
“No…”
“You’re welcome then, beautiful. Now, put Steve and me to work.”
A wicked gleam came into her eyes. “Yes, alpha.”
A low growl emerged as he stepped closer. Unable to help himself anymore, he ran his nose along the shell of her ear and breathed in her heady, sweet scent that he would happily drown in. “Don’t start something you don’t mean, omega.”
A faint shudder coursed through her before she replied, slightly breathless. “Guess we’ll have to wait and see.”
Damn boundaries and waiting. He pressed a chaste kiss to her temple then stepped back, pleased to see the faintest blush on her cheeks. “What do we need to do?”
“There are suitcases on the bed that we will take. None of the furniture has to come with. Let me grab a trash bag and throw the toys in it. Should we bring the food or leave it?”
“Bring it. Each of the suites have a full kitchen in them.”
“Ok.” She called over to the twins playing on the floor with Steve. “Nuggets! Get your toys please and put them on the couch. We are having a sleepover and want to bring everything.”
Ten minutes later, Steve has the three suitcases and was heading downstairs. The twins had a small backpack on each, a few toys in them. Sam had come up and was helping the twins down the stairs while loudly singing ‘The Wheels on the Bus’ with them somewhat following along.
Bucky stood at the door waiting for Jenna, two car seats by his feet. He watched her scanning the small apartment. Seeming somewhat satisfied, she reached above the fridge and pulled down a pistol and case of bullets. She stared at the gun for along moment as if lost in thought. He was caught off-guard by her having a gun in her possession. He doubted it was legal. Would she feel it necessary to keep? Did she know how to use it? Then a dark thought entered wondering if she had been forced to use it to protect her and their pups. Silently Bucky moved over to stand in front of her.
“Come here.” Gently he took it from her, slipping it into the waistline of his pants. The bullets, he stuffed the small case into one of his pockets. Without warning, he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her. He could nt imagine what al she had been through to take care of the twins and stay ahead of HYDRA. She stiffened in his arms.  Immediately he wondered if he made the wrong move. His thought had been to offer comfort but maybe she was not ready for that from him. Before he could pull back and apologize, her arms went around his waist and she placed her head on his chest.
“I’m scared.” She murmured.
“I know. I am too. Yesterday morning I woke up and didn’t know what I was doing at the Tower. If I should stay or leave. What I currently should do with my life. But now I have you and our pups in my life. I’ll never be good enough for you or them but I promise to damn well try and do everything I can to keep you safe and happy. You aren’t alone anymore, Jenna. Not if you don’t wanna be.”
“James…”
“Bucky.”
“What?”
He tilted her chin up to stare into those gorgeous onyx eyes. “I prefer Bucky.”
“I thought you preferred alpha.”
He growled, burrowing his face into her neck. Damn she smelled incredible and her body pressed against his felt perfect. Her giggle almost made him come undone along with her squirming. He nipped at the skin on her neck teasingly. “Omega, you are trouble.”
She pushed against his chest, a coy smile on her face. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Reluctantly he released her and stepped back. “Anything else you need?”
“No, I think that’s it, alpha.”
He groaned, his instincts attempting to run wild at her calling him that. “Argh. We better get moving out of this apartment before I pin you against a wall.”
“One of these days, I might let you, mon ange nior.” With a wink over her shoulder, she sashed over to the two garbage bags of stuff and headed towards the door.
That was it. By the grace of God, saints, angels or whatever deities he needed to beseech, he was going to do everything to become her alpha. To have her affection and trust once again. Dammit, he would be the best mate and father he could and make sure they never experienced any lack again. He promised himself to romance and love the hell out of her and devote himself to his pups. He may be a monster but he would be everything for them. Quickly he grabbed the car seats and followed her out the door. He could not help but think that the sound of the door closing was the signal of the ending of a chapter in his life. Glancing over at the beautiful omega by his side, he did not mind one bit and could not wait to see what the next chapter held in store for him. For their family.
71 notes ¡ View notes
Text
Mansions for Weddings in Charleston Can Be Fun for Anyone
This eerie accommodation is yet another of Charleston’s Haunted Resorts-filled spirits at no more charge! About by Charleston School is yet another superbly-restored dwelling that serves like a Mattress and Breakfast. 1837 Bed and Breakfast, to get correct, inbuilt….1837! George and his mom and dad were being enslaved by the homeowners of the house. When his mom and dad were offered, little George stole a rowboat and headed out about the Charleston Harbor to uncover them and tragically drowned.
Spectacular waterfront views, historic home, as well as a wonderfully prepared Space, all tied together with the greatest foodstuff and beverage selections for making your aspiration relationship ceremony or provide your Unique celebration to Way of living.
He fancied materializing within the rooms of feminine company, standing within the foot of their mattress, his scalp pulled again from your eyebrows and the best of his head unaccounted for. The staff has affectionately dubbed him “Fifty percent Head,” and his most loved area to visit is the mezzanine, space M113. He seems so frequently which the room is just open up to visitors if the remainder of the hotel is entire.
Tumblr media
He fancied materializing in the rooms of female company, standing with the foot of their mattress, his scalp pulled back again in the eyebrows and the best of his head unaccounted for. The staff members have affectionately dubbed him “50 percent Head,” and his preferred space to go to is to the mezzanine, area M113. He seems so frequently the place is only open up to visitors if the remainder of the hotel is comprehensive.
This webpage utilizes Google Maps. The map is going to be loaded from Google-Server and some within your info can be employed by Google. To be able to see the maps, please simply click accept. You can even click the link to see even further facts relevant to this.
In search of that magical location to maintain your marriage – a place exactly where just about every detail fits together? Locate all of that & far more at Furman University…Just minutes from downtown, but Plainly a planet aside.
Mansion wedding venues typically have various rooms for conditions, Along with impeccably manicured grounds for Picture ops.
Dr. Smith and his family resided Within this dwelling from 1932 until finally 1962. Through his possession, he produced many adjustments to the house that are still evidenced at the present time. Most notably, the outside was transformed from its Victorian design and style to its current Colonial Revival fashion.
A downtown cafe showcasing the two indoor and doors settings as well as all-inclusive celebration companies, Cannon Eco-friendly is a sensible choice for a pair who needs to rejoice in an authentic Charleston manner.
In 1850 Whaley served as U.S. District Lawyer for South Caroling. In the Civil War, Whaley served as a Lt. Colonel. Pursuing the war he had chaotic legislation apply reuniting assets homeowners with their seized farms and plantations. Prior to staying reunited with their house, most of the entrepreneurs hoping to reclaim their property needed to choose an “Amnesty Oath” prior to becoming permitted to get back possession in their land and homes.
Look into the Charleston Metropolis Market place, the beating coronary heart from the Charleston Historic District. This two hundred-year-outdated metropolis marketplace hosts numerous a huge selection of suppliers and is also an excellent location to find out handmade items, including the famed sweetgrass baskets that may be braided as you take a look at.
One method to Slash expenses is to contemplate other venues in South Carolina that make it possible for outside the house vendors, for example bartending solutions, so you're able to Management the amount budget to allocate to specific facets of your massive working day. Wedding Place can make it easier to locate an ideal wedding day venue in Charleston, SC that meets all your needs!
The location has Substantially more than 5000 sq. feet of indoor and will get far more details outside of doorways Region that will host virtually 100 seventy-five seated close friends for ceremonies and receptions or nearly 350 more info for just a standing cocktail-form reception. There is certainly an on-website bridal suite which includes Similarly an entire kitchen place and tub, supplying a pleasurable Doing the job working day for your personal bridal bash.
Some areas of this webpage usually are not supported with your existing browser version. Please upgrade your browser to the most up-to-date Variation.
0 notes
lbcybersecurity ¡ 7 years ago
Text
Netsparker’s Weekly Security Roundup 2018 – Week 02
Table of Content
Directory Listings Can Lead Directly to Account Takeover
Are US Government Websites Accessible and Secure?
AlwaysOnSSL – A New, Free Certification Authority
Directory Listings Can Lead Directly to Account Takeover
Directory listings are one of the most frequently encountered issues in the Information Leak category. They occur when developers fail to properly configure their web servers. As with our other web security warnings, let's not underestimate this one!
This week, we examine an experiment carried out by Nishaanth Guna, a 22 year old Security Researcher who previously worked with AppKnox and Ernst & Young. Guna has blogged about a straightforward way to use Directory listings to achieve account takeover. He'd encountered one during one of his penetration tests.
He started his penetration test by enumerating the subdomains of his target domain by searching for them in the Certificate Transparency logs. He used the following short and elegant bash script to conveniently query the crt.sh website from his command line:
[nishaanthguna:~/essentials]$ curl --silent https://crt.sh/\?q\=%.domain.com | sed 's/<\/\?[^>]\+>//g' | grep -i domain.com | tail -n +9 | cut -d ">" -f2 | cut -d "<" -f1
This is the list of domains his script returned:
www.domain.com
blog.domain.com
stag.domain.com
Guna performed a port scan of all the domains he found and noticed that one of them had port   8080 exposed. Much to his surprise the subdomain in question returned, a list of directories and files.
One of them was called mailgun-webhook.log and was used by the administrator to store the results of Mailgun's webhook requests. Webhooks are endpoints to which programs or websites can send notifications, in case a specific prerequisite is satisfied. Mailgun can send a notification to a webhook whenever the user clicks the link, when there is a spam complaint or when a user opts out of receiving further emails.
So, what's the problem?
The bad news is that this log file contains not only email addresses, but also password reset links. Guna even wrote a script in bash, that would request a password reset link and then automatically set the victim's password to 'testpassword!!'.
curl https://domain.com/mailgun-webhook.log | tee direct.txt if grep -Fxq "reset" direct.txt then  echo "[+]Found a Password Reset link"  link=$(cat direct.txt | grep -i reset | cut -d "," -f6  |  cut -d "\\" -f1 | head -n 1)  curl '$link'-H 'User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (Macintosh; Intel Mac OS X 10_12_6)'  --data 'password=testpassword%21%21&confirmation=testpassword%21%21' --compressed  echo "[+]Password changed to testpassword!!" else  echo "[-]Reset link not found" fi
Our recommendation is that you turn off the Directory listing feature, and move log files that contain sensitive data out of the public directory (for the reasons illustrated in Guna's experiment).
For further information on Guna's security research, see Directory Listing to Account Takeover.
Are US Government Websites Accessible and Secure?
A report published by the Information Technology and Innovation Foundation (ITIF) in November 2017 found that 91% of websites used to access US information and services have speed and connection issues, and lacked both a user-friendly mobile interface and basic security precautions. The report was based on an examination of 4500 websites from 400 different domains, and the top 500 most popular websites were included in the research.
In March the same year, they published their research on the 300 most popular websites. The results highlighted that many government websites are slow, lack a user-friendly mobile interface, and suffer from accessibility problems and security issues.
By the time the November report was published, ITIF was able to incorporate their research into the progressions on the 300 government sites. Their findings were as follows:
Their security investigation was based on only two criteria: DNSSEC and HTTPS implementation. They found that 71%  of the sites passed SSL implementation, an increase from the 67% reported in March.
Eighty percent of the sites were DNSSEC-enabled. This represents a decline from 90% in March.
An index called Majestic Million is used instead of the Alexa Top list. While Alexa collects data from the Alexa Toolbar, Majestic Million (a reverse search engine) claims that their page rank estimations are based on backlinks (https://majestic.com/reports/majestic-million).
According to the report, 70% of government sites included in the research used SSL, while 8% did not. In addition, they found also that older and insecure versions of SSLv3 were used, cryptographic attacks such as POODLE and DROWN were possible, and some sites did not use perfect forward secrecy.
For further information about this research, see Benchmarking US Government Websites.
AlwaysOnSSL – A New, Free Certification Authority
We're all familiar with Let's Encrypt, a certificate authority (CA) that provides free TLS certificates. It plays an important role in the increase of secure connections, just like a new CA called AlwaysOnSSL. AlwaysOnSSL, provided by CertCenter (who sell Symantec and DigiCert certificates) is based in Germany. They similarly offer free TLS certificates.
So, what's the difference between the two?
At first glance, the most noticeable difference is that Let's Encrypt certifications signs certificates for a period of three months, if you use your own CSR file. AlwaysOnSSL, on the other hand, signs certificates for up to 12 months.
Let's Encrypt does not offer options for creating certificates from a web interface. This is only possible by integrating third party services into Let's Encrypt, such as https://www.sslforfree.com/. However, with AlwaysOnSSL, you can easily create certificates from the website.
It's important to note that there is an option to create private keys via the web UI in AlwaysOnSSL. However, in Let’s Encrypt, this process is carried out on the client side. Creating a private key on a third party service is risky. In addition, the feature that provides uploading your Certificate Signing Request (CSR) file has recently been added to the options offered by AlwaysOnSSL. Ownership is verified with a DNS Entry or file upload, methods used by other services. When choosing the DNS entry option, you have to create a TXT entry in the domain's DNS records. Once the necessary conditions are met, signing (certification) happens within minutes.
The post Netsparker’s Weekly Security Roundup 2018 – Week 02 appeared first on Security Boulevard.
from Netsparker’s Weekly Security Roundup 2018 – Week 02
0 notes