#then all of a sudden when we're not talking about characters who are white men

[noirineverysense]

so so crazy how people love talking about how they love to break white male characters and how hurt/comfort can be one of the biggest ao3 categories and then when you say you want that same energy for female characters or characters of colour you get people being like do you want poc to be tortured? Do you want women to die?? It has to be played up obtuseness. Its completely on purpose.

[fireladybuckley]

here's the thing, girly pop

all buddie shippers have been silent and supportive of the toxicity in their fandom for years. including you. so you're all fucking complicit in what this fandom has begun

and stop pulling that both sides are the same bullshit. only buddie stans sent graphic child rape fics to my inbox. your evidence of "bucktommies just want to take Chris from Eddie and give him to buck" is a completely made up fucking LIE

this is why I don't ship buddie anymore. you can fucking DIE mad about your little clique finally encountering a group who won't back down to their childish bullying. this isn't sudden. this isn't a ship war. this is the environment YOU and YOURS fostered for fucking YEARS. and now you think some meek and mild little "let's all just get along" finger wagging is good enough? fuck that and fuck you. your fandom has run fans of color out of the fandom, has perpetrated homophobic attacks on actual queer men, has told queer men that lesbians and "bisexual" teenage white girls are more qualified to speak on GAY MEN AND THEIR CULTURE, have organized targeted harassment campaigns on every actress to play a love interest for their faves, erased actual queer characters for their straight fave, have declared the Black lesbians a "ship for heteros", have used those same Black lesbians as props for false racism allegations, on and on ad fucking nauseam

but yeah sure jan buddie stans are the real victims because bucktommies aren't sweet and nice and angelic about putting up with being called n*ggers and f*ggots and fetishizers and pedophiles and groomers and hags. we're not nice about fake accounts and lies and hacking attempts and violent, pustulent bigotry. we're the real problem, clearly

idgaf if y'all are suddenly uncomfortable sleeping in the bed you made. y'all should have been calling out this shit from the jump but y'all wanted to sit at the table with Regina george

well bitch here's the fucking bus

This is a pretty good example of what I’m talking about. I didn’t say or have any part in half the stuff in here that I’m being accused of. I’ve never been part of a clique as I’ve always hung out with anyone in the fandom regardless of who they ship. I didn’t say “Bucktommies just want to take Chris from Eddie”, I said people who don’t like Eddie often say shit like that. You read my post and wrote this entire thing so fast I’m not surprised you missed some of the context.

I am very happy to see Buck in a happy and fulfilling relationship with Tommy, even if he’s not my favourite person to ship Buck with. But all you needed to see was “I ship Buddie” to let loose this avalanche of vitriol. If you even glanced at my blog before upending this on me you’d have seen plenty of supportive bucktommy posts I’ve reblogged recently. As I’ve said, he might not be my favourite but I am plenty happy with their onscreen relationship.

The entire point is I AM NOT ON ONE SIDE OR ANOTHER. There shouldn’t even BE sides like this. I do not paint myself solely as a “Buddie shipper” and that’s it because that’s ridiculous, this show is huge and there’s so many wonderful characters and me liking one ship more than another doesn’t mean shit because I am always respectful when it comes to other people’s ships, and shipping is just ONE part of fandom experience. I have never once spewed hate and toxicity at people for liking some of the ships I disliked, because, shockingly, people are allowed to like what they like. I also really fucking hate that this entire show with all its wonderful characters and storylines boils down to only Buck or only Buddie for SO many people.

And for the record I absolutely have spoken out about people being gross and taking Buddie or Buck worship too far. Also about the fetishization, and the sidelining of the amazing canon lesbian POC relationship that we have. I am queer myself and will always be against people tearing down actual queer storylines and characters in favour of their ships. I have posted and reblogged stuff about people being disgusting about Tommy and/or Lou and how they’re making homophobic accusations that are completely inappropriate.

Please in the future, whoever you are, when you read what someone has to say, try to keep in mind that not everyone is trying to attack you or argue with you. Not everyone is even on a “side”, like that’s literally what my post was about. 🤦🏻‍♀️

[the73rdpostscript]

Both @beepbeepsan and @non-un-topo tagged me. Thank you both <33 (This ended up being a really nice way to spend my morning.)

Rules: Pick any ten of your fics, scroll roughly to the midpoint, pick a line (or three) and share it. Then tag ten people.

So this is very interesting because I don't finish or publish much of my fics under my current pseud these days. It looks like I only have 8 Old Guard fics up right now. So you guys will get to see a little piece of my old Christmas Carol fic. I wrote it in my 20s and I don't think it's as good as the long Christmas Carol fic that's been sitting in my drafts for 8 years. But I'm very fond of it anyway.

(And fuck it. I'm gonna throw in my old 3:10 to Yuma fic too. Cause even old shit that we don't love deserves to be acknowledged for what it was to us at the time.)

Nothing Here But Love (A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens)

This one time, Bob had insisted on driving alone – taking care of a situation without backup. And now he is stuck in his car.

“Tell our husband,” Betty has begun covering up a pie with foil, “that we’re eating in 15 minutes.”

2. Tonight We're Going Hard (The Old Guard)

Joe is still laughing long after everyone else stops, and his voice is heavy with emotion as he says, "I am your best friend. And I will take all your advice. When we first met, I thought there couldn't-"

Nicky doesn’t get to hear the rest of this particular soliloquy, because Quynh steals his attention by sliding over to stand beside him.

"You have that look in your eye,” she says, a teasing lilt in her voice.

3. Fighting Death (and Boredom) (The Old Guard)

Two hours later, Nicky comes home to find Joe curled up on the couch, holding Nile’s hand. On-screen, a giant electric sign comes swinging down from the top of a building and takes out a character with brutal efficiency. 

Joe shouts in alarm as Nile laughs and the credits roll.

4. Floored (The Magnificent Seven 1998)

But let it never be said that Ezra Standish doesn’t know how to hold his ground when faced with a hot and temperamental man. As Chris rounds on him, grabbing him by the collar and hauling him out of his seat - he keeps his face calm and his hands raised.

"You did it, Ezra," Chris hisses, his eyes wild, "You've gotten under my skin. Was that what you needed? Are you satisfied?"

5. Never Let Me Go (The Old Guard)

With visible effort Nicolo’s chest moves, and the swords that have pierced him all seem to shudder and dance at once. They clang in an ungodly chorus as they heave out of his body and tumble to the ground. Blood still coats Nicolo’s shirt, and his groan is inaudible under the sudden chaos of the men around Yusuf now noticing that their last desperate attempt to kill the white devil has failed again. 

6. A River Arrives in the House of the Dead Men (The Prodigious Flowering Rage) (The Old Guard)

Later, Booker sat next to Nicky on the couch and quietly muttered, “He certainly captured what made Goya unique.”

Nicky hummed; unsure what Booker was looking for.

“Will you talk to him?” Booker looked him in the eye as he asked, and Nicky nodded – surprised again by the intensity of Booker’s concern.

7. Yes Of Course (The Old Guard)

“Yes, I think it will sound very similar to her Frank Ocean.”

Joe is far too tired to try and guess who Nicky would be so confident about, but he nods sleepily and reaches up with one hand – blindly grabbing for something he can’t articulate but that he trusts Nicky to understand. With a laugh, Nicky catches his hand and holds it, kissing along the flesh and murmuring endearments.

8. Grief and Ravioli (The Old Guard)

Joe sits down slowly, settling in beside her with his legs crossed and his face placid, listening to her as she lets out the rant that’s been building for days.

9. Ten Ounces (The Old Guard)

“Nicky,” Joe begins.

"Please, Joe," Nicky whispers, suddenly, his hand lifting to press tightly against the beat of Joe's heart. "Go back inside.”

10. Every Step to the Daylight (3:10 to Yuma)

She remains still, her hips swaying a bit as she keeps her knees from locking. Between her and their place at the bar, there are at least six tables filled with men. Between her bullet and Ben Wade there is only Charlie.

This was wild. It was really encouraging to take a look at all my fics after taking a month or two off from writing. I forgot how much I love writing the Old Guard gang and all the ways they interact. And I'm...good at writing sometimes? Remarkable.

I think I'm late to this party, so I'm not totally sure who has or hasn't been tagged yet. I'm going to tag ANYONE who wants to do this.

[katedrakeohd]

What Happens in Paris...(7)

Masterlist

Back at the train, the men and women separate to get ready for the tea party. Down in Max and Drake’s shared room, Drake is sitting on his bed watching Max do his primp and polish in front of the mirror. Impeccably dressed in his black Gucci dress shirt and trousers, Maxwell is running a comb through his neatly trimmed hair and whistling. If he wasn’t his friend, Drake could almost hate him for it. His clothing style rarely changed. His way of taking his day look into a night look usually involved the undoing of a button on his shirt, and the addition of a hair product to keep himself looking sharp when he broke out the moves on the dance floor. Drake knew though, even by day when Maxwell appeared to be calm and collected there was always a three ring circus, complete with peacocks, going on inside his head.

Drake looked down at Maxwell’s shiny black shoes, and then glanced at his own scuffed and worn looking brown ones. As much as Drake didn’t want to dress all fancy for a Royal tea party today, he knew that Kate was expected to be there. Plus he wanted to witness the look of envy on Maddy’s face when Kate walked in all dressed up and stole away attention from the future Queen. Although he usually wouldn’t give a damn how he looked when he skulked his way into events after everyone else important arrived. This time he knew Kate would be under Liam’s lustful eye, and it made his stomach ache at the thought. If he was going to escort Kate into this stupid party, even as her seemingly platonic friend, he had to make an effort to fit in for his own peace of mind. Drake cleared his throat to get Maxwell’s attention. I can’t believe I’m doing this again. Heaven help me.

“Uh, Max? About this party today… I can’t exactly show up looking like some bum off the street. Could you help me pick out something fit to wear?”  

Maxwell gasped, dropping the lint roller he was using to remove fluff and hair from his trouser leg. “Really?! You’ll let me dress you up for two events in a row?”

Drake sighs, getting up from the bed and running his hands through his hair. “Well don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“It is a big deal. My grumpy best friend wants to impress a girl!”

Drake grimaced, “Tone it down will ya? Besides, you are not my best friend.”

Maxwell is unfazed by the brush off and just raises his eyebrows, nodding, “Oh right! We’re even better than that now. We’re family!”

Drake opens his mouth to protest and then closes it again. Technically Max was right, as painful as it was for him to admit. He raises his hands and gives Max an impatient head shake, “Alright! Alright! Whatever! Are you gonna help me or not?”

“Of course I will. Show me what you got.”

Drake holds his hands out to the sides to display his current denim disaster.

“No, no silly.” Maxwell drags over Drake’s suitcase and flops it onto the bed. Drake places a protective hand on top, shakes his head.

“No point in looking in there," Drake grumbles.

“Okay then, to the Royal Closet we go.”

Kate sits in front of Hana’s portable makeup mirror, while Hana runs a round brush through her hair, coaxing it into soft waves. “I love your hair Kate, it’s so soft and manageable. What shampoo do you use?”

With a shrug, Kate admires her freshly painted fingernails. “Some kind of fruity scented stuff that I bought at the drugstore. Drake forgot to grab the matching conditioner when we showered, so I hope my hair doesn't get all full of static and frizz.”

Hana meets Kate's gaze in the mirror and they both giggle. “Oh my goodness, Kate. No wonder you two were late for breakfast.”

Trying to hide her blush in the lighted mirror was impossible, “Yeah, well I did interrupt him while he was shaving this morning. And damn he looked sexy in that bathrobe.”

Hana sighed with envy as she parted Kate’s hair and swept it behind her shoulder. Kate hands her the golden, flower embellished comb from the counter. “What’s it like Kate?”

“What?”

“Having a King and his best friend both in love with you?”

"It's not as fun as you might think. They've both staked their claim on me in some way and I hate being the rope in their tug of war. The worst part is that Liam has already lost me and he doesn't know it yet."

“Poor guy, he’s going to be crushed. What does Drake have that Liam doesn't?”

“He doesn't have the weight of the kingdom sitting on his head and shoulders, nor does he have a bunch of noble ladies fighting over him. Plus he’s nobody important to the press or tabloids. I’m not as worried about being seen with him, because I know he’ll protect me.”

“He’s not worried about being pulled into the Tariq scandal with you?” Hana asks, a look of concern on her face.

Kate shrugs, “I know he doesn't regret coming to my rescue, except for maybe the punches Tariq landed on his ribs. He was very much a gentleman about the whole thing, which is a lot more than I can say for Tariq.”

“But speaking of having two guys interested at the same time, what about Neville and Rashad?”

Hana wrinkles up her nose with a frown of disgust, “They're so boring. And neither were very nice to Penelope when we first met them.”

Kate applies a pale pink lip gloss to the center of her bottom lip to enhance her lipstick, pressing her lips together and then checking the results in the mirror, “Well frankly, since finding out she participated in the smear campaign against me, Penelope isn't one of my favorite people either. But I get what you’re saying, especially with Neville. He creeps me out in the same way Tariq does. Rashad seems to be marginally better than his friend as far as character goes, having made his own way as a businessman. He’s not depending on his Father’s money like Neville.”

Hana tilts her head, considering Kate’s thoughts. “I suppose you make a good point. But still, neither are as important, charismatic, charming or handsome as the King.”

Kate smirks, “Liam's definitely a charmer. I wonder sometimes what he sees in an ordinary barmaid like me. Or what Drake does either.”  Kate meets Hana's gaze in the mirror. "Am I really worth all this fuss? What's so special about me that loving one man must mean breaking the other's heart?"

"You mean besides your charisma, charm, intelligence and beauty? You're a genuinely nice person Kate, and everyone is drawn to you. The other women in the room envy you when the men all look your way."

Kate turns around to look up at Hana, seeing the admiration in her eyes. "You're all of these things and more, Hana."

Hana looks down at her shoes, shyly,  "I wish. My parents have invested so much into my training, refinement and education. But they've rarely praised me for any of my achievements. Sometimes I feel like they'd throw me at any available bachelor if it would raise my status on the social ladder, especially if it got our names in the media back home."

Standing up from her seat, Kate places her hands on Hana's shoulders. "Hey now, don't beat up on yourself. You're more than just some guy's arm candy or potential wife. You need to stand up and grab the future you want for yourself. To Hell with your parents’ expectations. I bet you could excel at anything you put your mind to. You don't need a man to raise your status. Be the strong independent woman I know you can be.”

Hana smiles, “Thanks Kate. I wish I’d met you years ago. You're the type of friend I've been missing all my life.”

Kate smiles back, “You’ve been here for me too, so it's only right that I return the favor.”

Stepping back from Hana, Kate strikes a pose with one hand on her hip, raising the other in a provocative sweep of her hair to highlight her face and bare shoulders. “So what do you think of my finished look?”

Hana smiles broadly, with a clap of approval at her stylish handiwork. “You're going to be hotter than the tea, that’s for sure.”

Kate winks, “Damn straight. We are.”

Drake stands outside of Kate's train compartment, fidgeting. Dressed in a crisp white dress shirt and dark grey trousers, with his hair combed and set with some of Maxwell's styling compound; he felt like a teenager on Prom night. Drying his sweaty hand on his thigh, he's reminded of how thin the fabric feels compared to his usual denim. The way the slim fit of the pant legs hugged his thighs made him feel so exposed, almost naked, and he was starting to regret not opting for his usual jeans. But Maxwell had assured him that he looked good, and that he’d fit in just fine at the party.

He hoped he looked good enough to escort Kate. The sudden absurdity of wanting to dress up for a tea party makes him chuckle and he shakes his head. Damn it Kate, what have you done to me?

Sucking in a deep breath he knocks on Kate’s door and waits.

…

Crouching down to secure the gold strap of her shoe around her ankle, Kate hears the buzzing sound of a text message coming from inside her purse. She glances up, “I bet that’s Drake.”

Hana gets a pinging sound on her phone seconds later, “It's a group text from Liam. The cars arranged to take us to the tea party have arrived. We're to meet in the dining car to coordinate who is traveling with whom.”

Kate breathes a sigh, picking up her clutch. “Ok, off we go then.”

.

Drake is leaning against the wall looking at his phone when he hears the sound of voices to his right, causing him to look up. Kate and Hana are giggling as they approach hand in hand, and then they stop as Kate sees Drake and gasps. “Oh..my...God! Look at you.”

With a smirk, Drake straightens up blushing. “What..do I look that bad?”

Kate shakes her head, then appraises Drake all over again with a head tilt and a slow look from head to toe and then back up again. “Nah, ah. Hardly. You’re looking like a tasty snack.”

Drake clears his throat, raising his eyebrows. “Heh, look who's talking. If I’m a snack you're definitely dessert.”

Hana grins at them both, rolling her eyes, “Ok lovebirds, quit with the flirty food talk and making eyes at each other we’ve got a party to get to.”

Stepping aside, Drake nods. “But of course, after you Ladies.”

Taking in a deep breath and closing his eyes as Kate passes him in the hall, Drake falls into step a few paces behind them. Damn she smells nice, this party isn’t going to be torture at all.

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[nothingbutfangirlsmut]

The Girl Out of Time

Pairing: Bucky x Reader and Sam x Reader

Background: Willow Roffe was born and raised in Brooklyn. She lived her life as happily as she could with her two childhood best friends Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. When they both left her to join the military she tried to continue with life but that didn't get to happen for her for the simple fact that she meant something to James Buchanan Barnes.

Rating: Story will be overall MATURE but not every chapter. There will be strong language, talk of both mental and physical abuse, some good ole angst, and smut. There will be a warning at the beginning of the chapter when it includes smut.

Chapter 30

The drive was quiet until Steve pulled into an airport parking garage. He drove almost to the top of it until he found a decently deserted area. Steve and Sam both climbed out of the car leaving James and I alone.

"Your boyfriend seems tense." James said quietly.

"I couldn't imagine why." I said sarcastically rolling my eyes at him.

He chuckled softly. He was just about to say something when another vehicle pulled up beside us. It was a white van. I was clambering out of the car the moment the passenger door opened revealing Wanda. I darted over to her wrapping my arms around her neck. She chuckled but hugged me back tightly.

"It is so good to see you." I practically whispered.

"Cap" Clint said coming to stand next to Wanda.

So this was who he had called. Barton and Wanda. Were they all we had to help us possibly get past Tony and the others?

"You know I wouldn't have called if I had any other choice." Steve said softly.

"Hey, man, you're doing me a favor. Besides, I owe a debt." Clint smiled and shrugged.

"Thanks for having my back." Steve nodded towards Wanda.

She smiled then glanced at Clint before turning back to Steve.

"It was time to get off my ass." She said simply.

I stepped away from her to stand between Steve and Sam. James stood on the other side of the car watching the scene before him.

"How about our other recruit?" Steve asked Clint.

"He's rarein' to go." Clint said.

He moved to the side door of the van then pulled it open. Someone was laying down in the back seat clearly asleep.

"Had to put a little coffee in him but he should be good to go." Clint said as he hit the side of the van.

The person jolted upwards in a sleepy haze. It was a man.

"What time zone is this?" He groaned.

"Come on. Come on." Clint says pulling the man to his feet.

The man took in everyone around him then beamed at Steve. He stepped forward grabbing Steve's hand. He shook it vigorously with a huge grin.

"Captain America!" He said in amazement.

"Mr. Lang" Steve nodded with a small smirk.

"It's an honor. I'm shaking your hand too long." He beamed quickly.

He let go of Steve's hand then took a step back with the large grin still in place.

"Wow! This is awesome! Captain America." He gestured towards the Captain in astonishment.

He turned quickly to face Wanda.

"I know you too. You're great!" He beamed at her.

Wanda chuckled quietly as Lang turned back to the rest of us. He raised his hands like he was measuring Steve's chest.

"Jeez. Ah, look, I wanna say, I know you know a lot of super people, so thinks for thanking of me." He said awkwardly.

I couldn't help but laugh at this point. Is this guy serious?

"Hey man!" He said excitedly to Sam.

"What's up, Tic Tac?" Sam asked with a nod.

"Uh, good to see you. Look, what happened last time when I-" Lang started.

Sam raised his hand to stop him.

"It was a great audition, but it'll never happen again." Sam said sternly.

I looked at Sam in question. He's met this guy before? An audition?

"They tell you what we're up against?" Steve asked folding his arms over his chest.

"Something about some psycho assassins?" Lang questioned.

"We're outside the law on this one. So if you come with us, you're a wanted man." Steve explained.

"Yeah, well, what else is new?" Lang shrugged.

"We should get moving." James spoke up suddenly.

"We got a chopper lined up." Clint said pointing behind him.

A sudden blaring alarm sounded followed by an announcement in a foreign language.

"They're evacuating the airport." James said simply.

"Stark" Sam huffed.

"Stark?" Lang asked.

"Suit up" Steve ordered.

I stood to the side with Wanda while the men suited themselves up. Both of us were already dressed and ready to go.

"So that's James?" Wanda asked quietly.

"Yea, that's him." I nodded.

"How's that going?" She asked with a small smirk.

I looked at her raising a brow.

"Current boyfriend and ex boyfriend you thought was dead but was really alive the whole time." She explained.

I chuckled softly.

"Technically James and I never made it to boyfriend/girlfriend stage. We kinda jumped right to being engaged." I told her softly.

"What?" She asked in surprise.

"It's complicated but the last night I was with him he asked me to marry him when he came home from the war. Up to that point we had been nothing but friends although I had always had feelings for him." I explained quickly.

"Wow, does Sam know about that?" She asked.

I bit my lip nervously. That had been the only little detail I left out. How was I suppose to really explain that to Sam? I looked at Wanda with a guilty expression then shook my head.

"He knows everything else but that." I said softly.

"Don't you think you should tell him? Especially if you are leaning towards James again." She said in a motherly kind of way.

"How did you know?" I asked in surprise.

She gave me a flat sarcastic look.

"Right, the mind thing." I nodded.

"You ladies ready for this?" Steve asked as the men finished up.

Both Wanda and I nodded.

"Bucky, Sam, and Willow find the jet. Willow, you get to it as fast as you can. Make sure it's ready to go the moment we get on board." Steve ordered.

I nodded letting him know I understood. The three of us took off into the now empty airport. We hunkered down in one of the terminals with a good view of the runways. Sam was quick to release one of his drones to quickly search the area while the others got into position.

"You ready for this?" James asked me quietly.

"You've personally seen her fight. She's more ready than either of us." Sam grumbled as he watched the drone's feedback.

James sent a glare to Sam who wasn't paying any attention.

"Stop it" I chided him.

"You know I still have a promise to make good on. Kinda hard to do that when I have to deal with him." James smirked.

My heart dropped.

"Excuse me?" Sam asked harshly turning to glare at James.

"She didn't tell you?" James asked in a sarcastic tone.

"James" I said sharply.

"Tell me what?" Sam asked hesitantly.

I tensed feeling his eyes move to me.

"The night before I left for the war I asked her to marry me. She accepted and I promised I'd come home to make her Mrs. Barnes." James said with a sly smile.

"James Buchanan Barnes! Why are you acting like a child? This isn't a contest! I'm trying to help Steve and you while juggling a head full of memories and feelings I still don't fully understand. You two bickering like toddlers is not helping me!" I shouted finally loosing all my restraint to remain calm and collected.

Both men blinked at me in shock before looking down in similar but different pouts. I sighed leaning against the wall.

"Sorry" they both muttered quietly.

Something started to beep making Sam look down.

"We found it. Their Quinjet's in hangar five, north runway." Sam said quickly into the coms.

"Willow, get to that jet." Steve ordered in my ear.

Just as all three of us stood and started running down the terminal something or someone dropped onto the glass. He looked like he was in some kind of spider costume as he crawled quickly across the glass toward us.

"What the hell is that?" James asked in disgust and disbelief.

"Everyone's got a gimmick now." Sam grumbled.

"Go doll! We'll catch up!" James ordered just as the spider guy crashed through the glass.

I took off as fast as I could leaving the two men to handle whatever that was. Outside the terminal on the runways Wanda, Steve, Clint, and Lang were all in position to keep the others distracted while I got to the jet. I kept my eyes forward as I ran. I had to get to the jet. I had to be ready to go.

I was able to slide into the hangar without a single glance from the others. They were mid fight now paying no mind that I was no where in sight. I climbed onto the jet then did everything Sam and Steve had told me to make sure it was ready to go. Now I just had to wait for the rest of my team.

—

[maxmischief]

The Avengers And The Shrew

My first attempt at a fic - Please be kind =)

Work in progress - Asks welcome

The plan is to introduce the reader to the Avengers and then do a ton of one-shots/everyday stuff.

Much Fluff and some Angst planned but Not very likely to smut it up - but we'll see...

**(I don't own characters, Marvel or the English language)

Summary:            

You're trying to make sense of things as you record the events of the past few weeks.

You hadn't been able to remember much at first; a room you didn't recognize and someone shouting at you.. and then darkness.

Knocked out by an Avenger, you're taken to a highly-secure underground facility for questioning, but things never go as planned...

Who are you? What did Hydra do to you? Why did they even have you in the first place?

Lost, but not alone, you have to try figure out who you are and where you belong.

....And, as if things aren't already tricky enough, there's something you're forgetting. Something very important...

Hold onto your butts...

Prologue

Dear Diary???

This is stupid. I feel stupid.

And I have no idea how the hell I’m supposed to start something like this!…

“Urgh!” You violently scratched out the lines you’d just written and sighed in frustration. Looking to the ceiling you lifted your pen to your lips and tapped a few times. But the ceiling held no answers, and had no advice to give you.

Letting out a puff of air, you shook your head and rolled your eyes “Whatever..”

You lifted the book and straightened it unnecessarily. It wasn’t anything fancy, just one of those little black and white hardcovers you always see kids using in the movies.

Determined to write at least one page, you shift in your seat on the bed to try get a bit more comfortable, before lowering your pen back to the page.

 Leaving a couple of rows blank, you continue writing

“Anyway, so Captain Rogers… “ you hesitated for a moment then scratched out the title and replaced it with his name.. “Steve, ” you smiled fondly, “suggested that I start keeping a journal to record and organise my memories.”

Steve had come around quite a bit earlier than usual this morning and when you’d opened your door; he stood there grinning with barely contained excitement. And as you’d stepped aside to invite him in, he’d proudly presented you with the little blank book and a pen.

“It's a great idea, except, I don't really seem to have very many. I’m not exactly a blank slate or anything; I know that I hate certain things but not WHY I hate them. I remember a few small things but not much from before I was ordered to kill Captain.. Steve “ Realising you’d done it again, you sighed, and scratched out the title again.

 “First thing I can remember is hearing the order; "Kill Captain Rogers!" (but I’m not sure who gave the order).  It feels like I was… asleep maybe? Right up until someone said the words.

And I remember that, as I turned to comply (like a good little zombie)… I was knocked out by a giant metal Frisbee.

That was Steve (I know, so mean, right?! =P)

 But yeah, needless to say, I got nowhere NEAR killing him.

Didn’t know it at the time, but I never even stood a chance….

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Chapter one

 …Flashback to several weeks ago…

- The Avengers compound -

Location: Classified

(Upstate New York)

 You woke up gasping for air, heart hammering in your chest. You tried to sit up but your wrists were handcuffed to either side of a bed. Everything was too loud, too bright, and everything hurt. Your mind fuzzied as you were hit by a sudden wave of dizziness. You took a deep breath as you squeezed your eyes shut for a few seconds before letting them adjust to the light.

“Ouch.. Where..? Wait, I'm supposed to be doing something ... Something important… Something I'm supposed to be doing…”

 There were people in the next room - You could hear them talking.

"Her prints didn't match anything in the database - or any database in fact!" The voice was male, but you didn't recognise it. You could see into part of the other room. The guy was talking to someone else while leaning back against a counter but you couldn't see who he was talking to.

"Facial recognition got a hit though; Y/N&Y/S/N." You watched him place a phone on the counter and pulled up a holographic picture of you.

Well, a person who kind of looked like you, but the hair was all wrong...

“…Whaaat the actual hell?..” you thought.

The guy rubbed his hand over his face. "I called the parents but get this; They insist that their daughter is at home and was never missing to begin with. Just to be sure, I checked."

He gestured in your direction without looking and continued "Rogers, THAT is not Y/N…”

"What are you saying, Tony? Are you saying that she's some kind of... clone?" asked Captain Rogers incredulously.

"YOU tell ME, Rogers. You're the one who keeps taking in assassins like they're stray cats!" replied Tony, clearly frustrated.

Your eyes widened in horror. “Shit! I have to get out of here." Your thoughts raced - if Captain Rogers didn't kill you, THEY would.

"Tony, she’s just a kid. We don't know that she's..." Steve started, but Tony interrupted, gesturing in exasperation "She's Hydra, Steve! She isn't some lost...“ As he spoke, he turned his head in your direction. He stopped suddenly, as his eyes met yours. "She's awake." he stated, not taking his eyes off you. He definitely suspected that you were listening in on their conversation.

Tony was almost glaring as he stepped away from the counter and started to walk towards you. But before he even took three steps towards you, Captain Rogers walked in. He stood just inside the doorway with his arms crossed. "Who are you?" he demanded.

“Jesus!”

Startled by his sudden appearance, you jerked away, but the handcuffs only let you move so-far. You pulled at the cuffs a few times, testing them. When you looked up again, Tony was leaning against the doorframe. The cuffs meant that you had to lay back down, but you shifted as far away from the two men as the handcuffs would allow. Another wave of dizziness washed over you and you tried to blink it away. Your eyes glazed over as your mind was assaulted by the whisper of old memories at once“Compliance will be rewarded… Kill Captain Rogers!.... SOLDAT, you WILL comply!” The words clawed at your mind, accompanied by a vague recollection of pain - Causing your headache to intensify.

 "Cap got your tongue?” Tony asked sarcastically, breaking through your trance. You knew you were already in a lot of trouble, and there was no way in hell you were going to add to the list of transgressions. Your head was still reeling but you needed a plan. "I have to stall. I can still complete the mission, escape and then work my way back to .... You blinked in surprise, Um.. back to..." your eyebrows knit slightly, just for a second “Wait. Back where?... Why can't I remember? ”

Neither of the men missed the change in your expression. Tony took a few steps into the room, towards you and raised an eyebrow. He lowered his voice and narrowed his eyes at you “Just in case you're thinking of escaping; you might like know that we're in a highly secure facility... underground” he gestured around the room. “There will be no escaping.” walking backwards as he spoke “There is no way out of this for you." said Tony smugly as he went back to leaning against the door frame.

Captain Rogers turned his attention back to you “Start talking!” He demanded “Who are you?!”

He stared you down for a full minute before continuing “Where’s the rest of Hydra and what are they planning?”

 Captain Rogers stood there for about 30 seconds, eyebrow raised and arms crossed.. “Suit yourself.” He turned to walk out of the room and indicated for Tony to follow “I might have an idea..” said the Captain. He took one last look at you before stalking out of the room with Stark in tow.

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