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ABOVE EVERYTHING ELSE — TYLER HARRISON

SUMMARY: Tyler has everything to lose especially when Weyland Corps has you in their hold, so why wouldn't he follow through with his orders in order to get you back.

WARNING(S): angst, fluff,

WORD COUNT: 2,844

PAIRING: Tyler Harrison x fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed!

MASTERLIST

Tyler sat rigid and on edge as he waited in the west wing of the ship's infirmary bay. The cool metal bench seeped through his pants as he bounced his knee for five minutes. The long wait agitated him and made him uneasy. He clocked his three o'clock and then his nine, both ends of the hallways vacant and deserted apart from him and his need to see you. They usually were sporadic with being on time and persisting he be there on time for his debrief before he was allowed to see you again. That was Weyland's leverage over him, holding you high over his head, out of reach, and using your status updates as a means to get him to cave into doing their dirty work.

This new task made him feel like a snake. Made him hate the way he was going to have to betray those he cared about. Rain. How she and Andy were his first step in getting you back to him. This was the last of many debriefs he had been given before, many tasks where he had to carry out and commit crimes that plagued and haunted his dreams. Everything he's done, everything he was about to do was unforgivable. There was also that slight voice in the back of his head weighing all the possibilities where you would find out about his assignments and leave him. He at times thinks you should but you never do. You don't leave because if there was one thing that was keeping you here, still being with him, it was the undying love you had for one another.

"Harrison." A nurse calls out, pulling him out of his spiraling. He straightens his back and stands up. "Follow me."

Tyler nods, not one to question orders, and follows the nurse down the hallway quietly.

Tyler follows the nurse through multiple lefts and rights. He reigned in on the fact you weren’t easily accessible to reach. The facility was large and sterile, cold and unsettling. The nurse leads him down to a large room that looks more like a high-tech lab. They reach the closed door, where she swipes her badge across the scanner, a beep is emitted from the device and before he knew it the door was swishing open in a slide. The second his foot crosses the threshold, he meets your gaze. He takes no time in rushing towards you, wrapping his arms around your fragile state. He sighs, breathing in your scent, the oxygen cords inserted in your nostrils colliding with his chest as he hugs you gently but firmly.

"Ty!" You breathe out, a smile dawning on your tired expression.

Tyler feels himself at ease at the sound of your voice, his arms tighten around you as if you would disappear if he let go. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, taking his time to drink in the sight of you alive in front of him.

"Hey, sweetheart." He greets you tenderly, pulling back to get a proper look at you. You look so small and fragile in comparison to the massive medical bed you're lying in. The oxygen tubes in your nostrils and the plethora of wires that run from you to the various pieces of medical machinery make you look more like an experiment than a person. It breaks him to always see you this way. His gaze never falters from you as he calls over his shoulder to the nurse. "Leave us." Once he hears the swish of the door open and close again he looks back and then faces you once again. You look back at the door, feeling at ease now that you have him all to yourself.

"I've missed you. You weren't here last week. T-they said I'm getting better." Your breaths are slow and labored.

"I know. I couldn't come." A pang of guilt makes his stomach twist as he remembers the real reason he hadn't shown. "But I'm here now, alright? Sorry, I couldn't be here earlier." The words felt like bile in his mouth, but he pushed past the feeling as he squeezed your hand in his. "I had a meeting to attend to, but all's well and said now. I'm here and I'm all yours." He reaches forward to tuck one side of your oxygen tube behind your ear.

"I-I like the sound of that." You hum in delight, melting into his gentle caresses.

"Of course you do. You're pretty easy to please, sweetheart." Ty teases softly, his thumb rubbing small circles against the top of your knuckles. He studies your features, noting how tired you look, he can also see that your hair is getting long and unkempt. The sight of your hair growing back gives him all the hope he needs to push through.

"I missed seeing your smile." He murmurs, his hand continuing to stroke against your temple and hair. A beat of silence passes. "I think the treatments are starting to pay off. We were right to start you on them. I mean you're glowing compared to how you were these last two months." He beams. "How have they been treating you here? Is everything okay? Have they been too harsh or rough on you? I'll get Captain Mayfair to provide you with better nurses if they are. I won't hesitate to–" He inquires, his voice lowered slightly.

"Ty, baby, it's okay. They've made sure to make me feel as comfortable as possible."

"Promise?" Ty probes, staring earnestly into your eyes. "You would tell me, right? If they have been harming you? You'd tell me."

The way Tyler's looking at you lets him know there's a good chance that if any of the staff here have been making you feel uncomfortable you wouldn't complain. He knows you'd be too nice to even consider it.

"You'd kill anyone on sight if you so much as saw a bruise on my skin…I'm okay." You reassure him. Squeezing his hands. He looks down at your grip, amazed by the strength you've garnered again.

He chuckles, looking down at your intertwined hands, a soft breath of relief passing through his lips. The slight squeeze of your hand does little to soothe his fears, but for the moment, he lets himself bask in the fact that you're okay. It's more than he can hope for given the circumstances.

"You don't know the half of what I would do for you." He murmurs, slowly bringing your hand up to his lips. He plants a light kiss on your knuckles. "You're my top priority, infinitely."

"Infinitely?" You try to mask your chuckle, but he hears you anyway. "Two weeks ago you said I was a top priority, yet eternally."

"Forgive me, my love, for thinking you're the most important thing in the entire goddamn universe?" He smirks, rolling his eyes playfully as a scoff bubbles from his lips. He gives you a lopsided smile, bringing your hand to his cheek to nuzzle his face into it. He shuts his eyes and relishes the feeling of you against his skin. "You're top priority every single day and that's not going to change, you know. But when I say eternally…" His eyes open, looking back up at you. "I mean eternally. Until I die, or if you give out on me, and I no longer have you, the one thing keeping me from jumping into space without a suit. You're my top priority, no matter what. It's you above everything and everyone!"

"Well…I-I wouldn't go as far as to say above everyone, surely there are others that trump me-"

Ty pulls back slightly, a small frown playing at his features as he cocks his head to the side to look at you more directly.

"No." He asserts, his voice firm. "No. Don't even go there. You're top prior, my love. You are above all of them. You'll always be above everyone. I wouldn't be where I am today without you by my side. I wouldn't still be breathing if it weren't for you. You're the–the center of the Milky Way, my love. You are a…" He pauses, searching your eyes for any doubt, glitching when his brain farted.

"A black hole?" You quipp.

"Hush." He teases, grinning down at you. He playfully jabs your side with his index finger, watching a small smile grace your features. Seeing that smile makes his heart leap into his throat. He'll never get used to it. "You cheeky thing." He mutters, grabbing your other free hand. He takes it in his, intertwining the other hand that was there. He brings both your hands up to his lips again and gently kisses your knuckles. "You're more than a black hole. You're a supernova that's going to explode everyone's galaxy." He pauses, his smile never leaving his lips. "Including mine."

You flush under his warm eyes. You bite down on your bottom lip, your demeanor evolving into one of timidness. He had got you with that one, that was for sure. And he seemed to notice the fault in your composure. His smirk only grew.

"Really? That's the one that gets you?" He coos, grinning at the lovely flush that was spreading to your cheeks. It wasn't often that he was able to render you into a speechless blushing mess but when he could, my god did it fill him with an incredible amount of pride and love for you. His fingers gently squeeze your knuckles. "I'll remember this for next time, my love. Duly noted." He remarks slyly.

"It was good…" You laugh.

"It was pretty good, huh?" He teases lightly, his thumbs slowly starting to rub soothing circles against your knuckles. He chuckles, bringing his gaze up to your eyes again. "You don't make it too hard, my love. Just mentioning anything with a celestial connection and you're blushing like a school-aged teen, practically eating right out of the palms of my hands."

"It's the accent." You shrug. Blaming his pronunciation of his words and delivery. Mostly the delivery.

"Oh, now you're just grasping at straws, sweetheart." He quips again, grinning at you. "Now, I admit, my accent might be one of the finer things about me, but it's not exactly the primary reason you get all flushed." He hums, letting his thumbs press a little harder into your knuckles.

“You’re right, it’s all your hotness that’s making me swoon.” You feign a sigh.

"Yeah right, you big fibber." He calls you out, but there's a hint of a smirk that forms on his face. "You're swooning because you know who I belong to." He replies, his voice taking on a lower, gruff tone. "You swoon because you know I'm yours." His voice is just above a whisper, his eyes darkening. "Only yours, sweetheart."

You avert your gaze down to your lap. A faint smile displayed on your lips. But it slowly fades as Tyler tilts his head to meet your eyes. "W-what did they tell you?"

Tyler's face quickly morphs from playful to apprehensive. His thumbs had stopped their motion and now rested against your knuckles as he looked into your eyes.

"Let's not. Let's not talk about that right now." He says carefully, his dark eyes narrowing.

"Tyler, I can see it practically eating at you. What is it this time? What are they sending you to do?"

Tyler's jaw clenches, his eyes closing briefly as he lets out a soft sigh. He had been praying to anyone that you weren't going to mention his work for Weyland-Yutani. He should have known better. You were never the type to simply ignore the big elephant in the room.

His lips form into a thin line as he averts his gaze away from you. His mind is in an internal debate, contemplating whether to be honest with you or not. Tyler bites at the inside of his cheek, hesitating before he decides to speak.

"There's something new." He pauses, trying to organize his words. He looks at your face, noticing the growing sadness in your expression. His eyes soften as a wave of sadness mirrors over his own features. "They…" He pauses again, his jaw clenching slightly. "They told me it would be a retrieval."

"A retrieval for what?"

"Some sort of substance called Plagiarus Praepotens?" 

"Plagiarus Praepotens? What's that?"

"They didn't tell me much just that it was extracted from a xenomorph and combined with human DNA to perfect humans, whatever that means."

"A xenomorph...what the hell is that?"

"From what I’ve been told. I don't want to know."

"Tyler maybe this one isn't such a good idea. I mean from the sounds of it, it doesn't feel safe."

"I don't have a choice, my love." He mumbles, his head lowering in shame and guilt, the reality of the situation hitting him like a truck. He releases your hand from his grip and turns his whole body away from you. It pains him to feel weak but the truth is that is exactly what he is in the grand scheme of things. "I have my orders so I have to do this. I'll get them what they need, but not only that…" He inhales deeply. "I found a way to get us to Yvaga."

"Yvaga…Tyler what are you talking about?"

For the first time since you've known him, he looked desperate. In the years you'd been together, you've never once seen a crack in his confidence. He was always the strong and steady shoulder for you to lean on, but right now, in this very moment, that facade he usually wore was cracking. The facade he'd tried so hard to keep up for you was crumbling.

"I-" He pauses, swallowing thickly. "I have a plan."

"Ty…" You warned.

His eyes flicker around your face, his fingers twitching against his pants. His features shifting from desperate, to guilty and then finally to pleading. "There's cryostasis chambers on that spacecraft." He murmurs, licking his lips nervously. "I-I just need you to trust me."

"You're gonna go rogue…"

"No. No, I'm-" He stops himself short and he sighs deeply. "I-" He hesitates. His eyes are locked on your face and a wave of guilt washes over him as he sees the look in your eyes. "Damnit." He mumbled under his breath, his shoulders slumping.

He leans forward from where he sat on your bed, bringing his head close to yours. He tilts his head down and presses his forehead against your shoulder, his hands coming up to rest on either side of your waist. "Sweetheart…" He mutters, his voice hoarse. "I'll tell you everything. I swear. But, you have to trust me." He pleaded. He could feel your body stiffen against him, whether it was from the pain of his grip or from what he was asking of you, he didn't know. "I just want to get you out of here."

"Yvaga was always just a pipedream for us…It always felt so out of reach." You shake your head.

"It's not, my love." He whispers against your shoulder. He tightens his grip on your body ever so slightly. "It's not out of reach. I know it's not. I-I just need you to hold on for a bit longer. Can you do that, for me?" He murmurs, his head slowly pulling away from your shoulder, so he can look you in the eyes again. His expression had changed to one of almost desperation. "I meant every would I said about getting you out of here and I intend to keep my word."

"I know you do Tyler, but what are the risks huh? What's the catch in all this?"

"I-" He cuts himself off short, his eyes flickering away from your face for a moment. He knew he couldn't lie to you, you wouldn't accept that. But the truth wasn't going to make the situation any better. Instead, he slowly drags his hand up from your side to wrap a piece of your hair around his finger. He gently rubbed the strands between his fingers. He took a deep shaky breath before he was able to answer you. "Honestly..." He began, his voice low. "I need Andy to be able to access the entryways onto the ship."

"Andy? But that would mean you'd need to talk to Rain about him."

He nods his head slowly. "Yeah…I-" He pauses, hesitating. "I-I'll have to talk to Rain." He replies, his tone sounding reluctant. He didn't want to get anyone else involved in the situation, especially since he was essentially putting them on the line in the process. But what other choice did he have?

"Y-you're not gonna tell her about all this are you?" Your voice grows shaky.

He shakes his head slowly, his brow furrowing. "No." He murmurs in response. There was no way in hell he was going to drag anyone else into this. Putting you at risk was the last thing he wanted to do, but there were no other options. "It's you above everything and everyone else."

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

Burning Love

AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 26. Burning Fandom: MCU, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, f!reader Summary: When you and Bucky are captured, HYDRA scientists try to force you to use your powers to kill him. But you refuse to hurt the man you love, regardless of how much pain it may cause you... Word Count: 2171 TW: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Whump, Burning, Torture, Self-Sacrifice, Self-Inflicted Wounds, Laser Beams, Damaged Vision, Bucky Carries Reader, Happy Ending Notes: Thank you to @ohtobeleah for looking this over for me 💞 Part of @ailesswhumptober's event

“Doll, please, open your eyes.” The desperation in Bucky’s voice as he pleads with you breaks your heart, but it’s better than the alternative if you comply with his wishes.

You twitch your head as much as the leather restraint across your forehead will allow, your eyes squeezed tightly shut. Through gritted teeth, you grunt, “Not gonna happen, Sarge.”

The pain coursing through you is horrible, but knowing what it would do to Bucky if you gave in is enough to make it bearable—somewhat. Unlike his body, yours is more equipped to handle the damage caused by the laser beams you can shoot from your eyes. While it has taken maybe an hour to get to this point—where your eyelids and surrounding skin are charred, bubbly, and blackened like a flamed-broiled marshmallow—you would have cut through Bucky’s flesh in seconds. Which is why you are fighting so hard to protect him from your open eyes. 

“Turn it off,” a frustrated voice growls behind you. “We'll have to try something else.”

The searing sensation in your eyes disappears and you shift against the numerous restraints holding you into the metal chair. It feels so violating to have these HYDRA scientists hooking you up to their machinery, digging through your brain, and activating your beams as they see fit. You wonder if this is how Bucky used to feel back when he was the Winter Soldier.

As the scientists fiddle with the equipment behind you, you hear a tender voice call out to you. “Are you okay?”

“Right as rain,” you mumble. “How you doing, Buck?” The last thing you saw before you began forcing yourself to keep your eyes closed was Bucky being strapped into his own chair directly across from you.

“Horrible. Watching you barbeque yourself just to spare me…Doll, you can’t keep doing this. You won’t survive it much longer.”

You gave him a wry chuckle. “I’ve been accidentally burning myself with these things my entire life. I can take it.”

“For how long?” You don’t answer. “Please, look at me. I need to see you’re okay behind all of this.”

As much as you want nothing more in this world than to stare into Bucky’s loving gaze one last time, it’s not worth the potential cost. “I can’t. They could turn them back on at any second and…I can’t risk it.” 

“I’m not worth all the pain they’re putting you through. I don’t deserve this kind of sacrifice—not after everything I’ve done.”

Smiling in his direction, you whisper, “When will you stop blaming yourself for what they made you into and see the man you truly are? The man I love.”

It sounds like Bucky is about to say something else but, before he can, an angry voice from behind you barks out, “I’m tired of this game. Increase the power.”

Bucky screams, “No!”

Suddenly, the pain behind your eyes increases exponentially and the pressure within your head becomes unbareable. An inhuman screech is ripped from your lips. Something in your vocal cords snaps under the strain. You smell the faint whiff of burning hair mixed in with your cooking flesh and wonder if the last of your eyelashes have finally been seared off. Your bare toes scrap against the cold concrete as they involuntarily curl as all the muscles in your body contract. Every other part of your body is restrained by the straps holding you down, but you begin violently shaking as the tension within you becomes too great.

The small part of your mind that’s still coherent wonders if your eyes roll back into your head if you’ll fry your brain and end this torture. Maybe it is worth it to try.

You have no idea how long they keep your beams on this time—all your remaining focus and energy is on keeping your eyes closed. Bucky is screaming, crying, begging, but his voice sounds echoey and far away so you can’t make out his words. You aren’t sure what HYDRA will do to him once you’re gone, but you pray he fights them with everything he has.

Finally, the machine behind you is flipped off and your body sags against your restraints. Without them, you know you’d topple to the floor, no longer possessing the energy to hold yourself up. Everything hurts now, not just your eyes. But you’re still alive which means you aren’t done fighting.

You hear footsteps approaching and you recognize the voice of the man in charge as he curses, kicking one of the legs of your chair. “This is ridiculous. How many of you fucking idiots does it take to make her kill the Soldier? Just pry her eyes open, clamp them in place, and turn the machine back on.”

You grin weakly, feeling blood dripping down your chin where you had bit your tongue. With your ruined voice, you croak, “You can try, but the second any of you put a finger near my eyes, I’m burning it off.” 

The man beside you yanks on the restraint across your forehead, tightening it to the point you feel bones crack. You let out a soft whimper as the man growls, “Fine. We’ll turn it up to full power and leave it on. Let her burn completely through her eyelids. Then we’ll get the results we want.” You hear him turn and march away.

For the first time, your resolve wavers as a small sob bubbles up in your chest. Your body may be resistant to your beams and can repair wounds sustained from them, but it takes time. If these scientists can make you burn through your eyelids—and based on how everything is starting to look a little brighter through your closed lids, it seems like a very real possibility—then there is nothing you can do to stop them from hitting and killing Bucky. 

You hear the scientists murmuring and fiddling with equipment somewhere far behind you, but you still don’t dare open your eyes in case someone is still at the machine and flips it on the moment you look at Bucky. Yet it won’t matter for much longer if they carry out their plan. 

“Doll…” The word is whispered so low you can barely hear it.

“Buck…,” It’s hard to whisper with your ruined voice, the sound more of a croak than a real word. But you hope he can understand you with his super-soldier hearing. “I’m sorry. I-I can’t stop this.”

“I know. You’ve done so good so far.” Even in a whisper, the love in his voice feels like a comforting embrace. “But I have a plan. You just gotta trust me.” 

“I do. You know I do.” 

“Then when I tell you to open your eyes and turn on your beams, whether they’re making you or not.”

You sob, “But Bucky—”

“Trust me!” he hisses. 

“Okay…okay, I’ll do it.”

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Doll. Whatever happens, I love you. And this isn’t your fault.”

A single tear escapes your ruined eyes and rolls down your scared cheek. “I love you too. But we both know, it is.”

Bucky doesn’t respond. However, you can hear a soft scraping and shuffling from his vicinity. Maybe he found a way to escape. Or maybe…he couldn’t be asking you to kill him. After all the pain and suffering you’d put yourself through to keep him alive, he wouldn’t have you take him out now just to end both of your pain…would he?

But you promised to trust him and you do, so when you hear him mutter, “All the way down and to the right. Now!”, you follow his instructions.

Shifting your gaze behind closed lids as far to the right and downward as they’ll go, you open your eyes and blast without a second's hesitation. 

Your beams strike Bucky in the center of his left forearm, just a few inches above his wrist. Even though it is his metal arm, you are horrified. You thought he had found a way to get you to blast open his cuffs or melt his chair, and in a way, even killing him instantly would be better than this. His vibranium arm is advanced enough that it still allows him to feel sensations such as texture, pressure, and—what concerns you in this situation—temperature and even pain. Instead of ending his life with one blast, you are now forcing him to endure the same agony you have been going through. 

As the metal begins to glow under the intense heat of your beams, you want to screw your eyes shut once more. But Bucky told you to do this and you promised to trust him. Even though he is grunting and panting because of the pain, he isn’t telling you to stop so you keep your beams focused on his arm. 

Eventually, the red-hot glow expands and soon reaches his wrist. In moments, the metal restraint liquifies and Bucky wrenches his arm free. Without having to be told, you slam your eyes shut once more.

You can hear the sounds of fighting all around you: guns firing until their clips run empty, flesh sizzling against metal followed by screams of agony, bodies being flung around the room and crashing to the floor. 

But then everything goes silent.

For a minute, nothing happens. You are just about to call out when a pair of lips press lightly against yours. Jumping slightly, you quickly recognize the kiss. You try to lean into it but the strap across your forehead holds you firmly in place. 

Parting from your lips and pressing his forehead against yours, Bucky whispers, “It’s okay. You can open your eyes now. It’s just you and me.”

Slowly, you peel your eyes open. The world is cloudy and out of focus with huge black spots obstructing your vision. And yet, there was no mistaking the person kneeling in front of you. 

Weakly, you smile. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he murmurs back.

“H-how bad?”

Bucky’s brow furrows as he runs his thumb gently around the edge of your eye socket, the now cooled metal somewhat soothing against your damaged skin. “It’s really bad, but I’m hoping it’s worse than it looks. Once you get checked out—”

“Not me,” you whisper. “How badly did I hurt you?”

You can hear the smile in his voice even though you can’t make it out. “I’ve had a lot worse. And it’s because of you that it was as minimal as it was. You should’ve just vaporized my head from the very start.” 

“Nah. I knew we’d find a way out eventually.”

“Liar,” he teases. Then, with a more serious tone, he asks, “How’s your vision? You’re blinking an awful lot and that can’t be comfortable.”

You try to think of how to describe what you are seeing. “I can see some shapes, colors, movements…that’s about it. No details. But even that’s a miracle at this point. I’ve never burned myself this badly before.”

“Will they…will they heal?”

You try to shrug but you are still strapped to the chair. “They should. They always have before. Healing the burns is tied into my powers.” You swallow and flinch at the sharp stab of pain cutting down your throat. “My voice, however, might be another story.”

Bucky gently runs his fingers down the side of your neck. “I’m sure SHIELD has some specialists who can help you. But first, we’ve got to get back to them. So let’s get you out of that chair.”

He began unlocking each of your restraints and you can’t stop a moan from escaping. Your skin had been rubbed raw where the metal dug into your skin, and your muscles ache from how tensely they had been clenched in pain. Bucky must have noticed this, because as he undoes each strap, he massages the area, loosening up the muscles enough to ease some of the tension. But every inch of you still throbs in pain. 

As Bucky unlatches the last restraint, he asks, “Do you think you can walk?”

“I’m not sure. Everything hurts. But maybe once I get going—” You try to rise from the seat but barely make any progress before collapsing back down. You look up at Bucky sheepishly. “I guess that’s a no.”

Carefully, he lifts you into his arms and carries you towards the exit. You can’t see where you’re going and the slight bobbing of your vision as he walks is giving you a headache. 

Leaning your head against his chest, you let your damaged eyes drift softly closed. Then you mutter, “I think I need to sleep for a bit. Helps my recovery time.”

You feel Bucky’s lips brush against your temple. “Rest, Doll. I’ll take it from here.”

Nodding softly, you begin slipping into a deep slumber. You are still in a lot of pain, but you don’t regret a single moment of what happened. You’d do it all again if at the end you could be safe in Bucky’s arms once more.

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Burning Love

AI-Less Whumptober 2024: Day 26. Burning Fandom: MCU, Bucky Barnes, Winter Soldier, f!reader Summary: When you and Bucky are captured, HYDRA scientists try to force you to use your powers to kill him. But you refuse to hurt the man you love, regardless of how much pain it may cause you... Word Count: 2171 TW: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Whump, Burning, Torture, Self-Sacrifice, Self-Inflicted Wounds, Laser Beams, Damaged Vision, Bucky Carries Reader, Happy Ending Notes: Thank you to @ohtobeleah for looking this over for me 💞 Part of @ailesswhumptober's event

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“Doll, please, open your eyes.” The desperation in Bucky’s voice as he pleads with you breaks your heart, but it’s better than the alternative if you comply with his wishes.

You twitch your head as much as the leather restraint across your forehead will allow, your eyes squeezed tightly shut. Through gritted teeth, you grunt, “Not gonna happen, Sarge.”

The pain coursing through you is horrible, but knowing what it would do to Bucky if you gave in is enough to make it bearable—somewhat. Unlike his body, yours is more equipped to handle the damage caused by the laser beams you can shoot from your eyes. While it has taken maybe an hour to get to this point—where your eyelids and surrounding skin are charred, bubbly, and blackened like a flamed-broiled marshmallow—you would have cut through Bucky’s flesh in seconds. Which is why you are fighting so hard to protect him from your open eyes. 

“Turn it off,” a frustrated voice growls behind you. “We'll have to try something else.”

The searing sensation in your eyes disappears and you shift against the numerous restraints holding you into the metal chair. It feels so violating to have these HYDRA scientists hooking you up to their machinery, digging through your brain, and activating your beams as they see fit. You wonder if this is how Bucky used to feel back when he was the Winter Soldier.

As the scientists fiddle with the equipment behind you, you hear a tender voice call out to you. “Are you okay?”

“Right as rain,” you mumble. “How you doing, Buck?” The last thing you saw before you began forcing yourself to keep your eyes closed was Bucky being strapped into his own chair directly across from you.

“Horrible. Watching you barbeque yourself just to spare me…Doll, you can’t keep doing this. You won’t survive it much longer.”

You gave him a wry chuckle. “I’ve been accidentally burning myself with these things my entire life. I can take it.”

“For how long?” You don’t answer. “Please, look at me. I need to see you’re okay behind all of this.”

As much as you want nothing more in this world than to stare into Bucky’s loving gaze one last time, it’s not worth the potential cost. “I can’t. They could turn them back on at any second and…I can’t risk it.” 

“I’m not worth all the pain they’re putting you through. I don’t deserve this kind of sacrifice—not after everything I’ve done.”

Smiling in his direction, you whisper, “When will you stop blaming yourself for what they made you into and see the man you truly are? The man I love.”

It sounds like Bucky is about to say something else but, before he can, an angry voice from behind you barks out, “I’m tired of this game. Increase the power.”

Bucky screams, “No!”

Suddenly, the pain behind your eyes increases exponentially and the pressure within your head becomes unbareable. An inhuman screech is ripped from your lips. Something in your vocal cords snaps under the strain. You smell the faint whiff of burning hair mixed in with your cooking flesh and wonder if the last of your eyelashes have finally been seared off. Your bare toes scrap against the cold concrete as they involuntarily curl as all the muscles in your body contract. Every other part of your body is restrained by the straps holding you down, but you begin violently shaking as the tension within you becomes too great.

The small part of your mind that’s still coherent wonders if your eyes roll back into your head if you’ll fry your brain and end this torture. Maybe it is worth it to try.

You have no idea how long they keep your beams on this time—all your remaining focus and energy is on keeping your eyes closed. Bucky is screaming, crying, begging, but his voice sounds echoey and far away so you can’t make out his words. You aren’t sure what HYDRA will do to him once you’re gone, but you pray he fights them with everything he has.

Finally, the machine behind you is flipped off and your body sags against your restraints. Without them, you know you’d topple to the floor, no longer possessing the energy to hold yourself up. Everything hurts now, not just your eyes. But you’re still alive which means you aren’t done fighting.

You hear footsteps approaching and you recognize the voice of the man in charge as he curses, kicking one of the legs of your chair. “This is ridiculous. How many of you fucking idiots does it take to make her kill the Soldier? Just pry her eyes open, clamp them in place, and turn the machine back on.”

You grin weakly, feeling blood dripping down your chin where you had bit your tongue. With your ruined voice, you croak, “You can try, but the second any of you put a finger near my eyes, I’m burning it off.” 

The man beside you yanks on the restraint across your forehead, tightening it to the point you feel bones crack. You let out a soft whimper as the man growls, “Fine. We’ll turn it up to full power and leave it on. Let her burn completely through her eyelids. Then we’ll get the results we want.” You hear him turn and march away.

For the first time, your resolve wavers as a small sob bubbles up in your chest. Your body may be resistant to your beams and can repair wounds sustained from them, but it takes time. If these scientists can make you burn through your eyelids—and based on how everything is starting to look a little brighter through your closed lids, it seems like a very real possibility—then there is nothing you can do to stop them from hitting and killing Bucky. 

You hear the scientists murmuring and fiddling with equipment somewhere far behind you, but you still don’t dare open your eyes in case someone is still at the machine and flips it on the moment you look at Bucky. Yet it won’t matter for much longer if they carry out their plan. 

“Doll…” The word is whispered so low you can barely hear it.

“Buck…,” It’s hard to whisper with your ruined voice, the sound more of a croak than a real word. But you hope he can understand you with his super-soldier hearing. “I’m sorry. I-I can’t stop this.”

“I know. You’ve done so good so far.” Even in a whisper, the love in his voice feels like a comforting embrace. “But I have a plan. You just gotta trust me.” 

“I do. You know I do.” 

“Then when I tell you to open your eyes and turn on your beams, whether they’re making you or not.”

You sob, “But Bucky—”

“Trust me!” he hisses. 

“Okay…okay, I’ll do it.”

He lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank you, Doll. Whatever happens, I love you. And this isn’t your fault.”

A single tear escapes your ruined eyes and rolls down your scared cheek. “I love you too. But we both know, it is.”

Bucky doesn’t respond. However, you can hear a soft scraping and shuffling from his vicinity. Maybe he found a way to escape. Or maybe…he couldn’t be asking you to kill him. After all the pain and suffering you’d put yourself through to keep him alive, he wouldn’t have you take him out now just to end both of your pain…would he?

But you promised to trust him and you do, so when you hear him mutter, “All the way down and to the right. Now!”, you follow his instructions.

Shifting your gaze behind closed lids as far to the right and downward as they’ll go, you open your eyes and blast without a second's hesitation. 

Your beams strike Bucky in the center of his left forearm, just a few inches above his wrist. Even though it is his metal arm, you are horrified. You thought he had found a way to get you to blast open his cuffs or melt his chair, and in a way, even killing him instantly would be better than this. His vibranium arm is advanced enough that it still allows him to feel sensations such as texture, pressure, and—what concerns you in this situation—temperature and even pain. Instead of ending his life with one blast, you are now forcing him to endure the same agony you have been going through. 

As the metal begins to glow under the intense heat of your beams, you want to screw your eyes shut once more. But Bucky told you to do this and you promised to trust him. Even though he is grunting and panting because of the pain, he isn’t telling you to stop so you keep your beams focused on his arm. 

Eventually, the red-hot glow expands and soon reaches his wrist. In moments, the metal restraint liquifies and Bucky wrenches his arm free. Without having to be told, you slam your eyes shut once more.

You can hear the sounds of fighting all around you: guns firing until their clips run empty, flesh sizzling against metal followed by screams of agony, bodies being flung around the room and crashing to the floor. 

But then everything goes silent.

For a minute, nothing happens. You are just about to call out when a pair of lips press lightly against yours. Jumping slightly, you quickly recognize the kiss. You try to lean into it but the strap across your forehead holds you firmly in place. 

Parting from your lips and pressing his forehead against yours, Bucky whispers, “It’s okay. You can open your eyes now. It’s just you and me.”

Slowly, you peel your eyes open. The world is cloudy and out of focus with huge black spots obstructing your vision. And yet, there was no mistaking the person kneeling in front of you. 

Weakly, you smile. “Hi.”

“Hi,” he murmurs back.

“H-how bad?”

Bucky’s brow furrows as he runs his thumb gently around the edge of your eye socket, the now cooled metal somewhat soothing against your damaged skin. “It’s really bad, but I’m hoping it’s worse than it looks. Once you get checked out—”

“Not me,” you whisper. “How badly did I hurt you?”

You can hear the smile in his voice even though you can’t make it out. “I’ve had a lot worse. And it’s because of you that it was as minimal as it was. You should’ve just vaporized my head from the very start.” 

“Nah. I knew we’d find a way out eventually.”

“Liar,” he teases. Then, with a more serious tone, he asks, “How’s your vision? You’re blinking an awful lot and that can’t be comfortable.”

You try to think of how to describe what you are seeing. “I can see some shapes, colors, movements…that’s about it. No details. But even that’s a miracle at this point. I’ve never burned myself this badly before.”

“Will they…will they heal?”

You try to shrug but you are still strapped to the chair. “They should. They always have before. Healing the burns is tied into my powers.” You swallow and flinch at the sharp stab of pain cutting down your throat. “My voice, however, might be another story.”

Bucky gently runs his fingers down the side of your neck. “I’m sure SHIELD has some specialists who can help you. But first, we’ve got to get back to them. So let’s get you out of that chair.”

He began unlocking each of your restraints and you can’t stop a moan from escaping. Your skin had been rubbed raw where the metal dug into your skin, and your muscles ache from how tensely they had been clenched in pain. Bucky must have noticed this, because as he undoes each strap, he massages the area, loosening up the muscles enough to ease some of the tension. But every inch of you still throbs in pain. 

As Bucky unlatches the last restraint, he asks, “Do you think you can walk?”

“I’m not sure. Everything hurts. But maybe once I get going—” You try to rise from the seat but barely make any progress before collapsing back down. You look up at Bucky sheepishly. “I guess that’s a no.”

Carefully, he lifts you into his arms and carries you towards the exit. You can’t see where you’re going and the slight bobbing of your vision as he walks is giving you a headache. 

Leaning your head against his chest, you let your damaged eyes drift softly closed. Then you mutter, “I think I need to sleep for a bit. Helps my recovery time.”

You feel Bucky’s lips brush against your temple. “Rest, Doll. I’ll take it from here.”

Nodding softly, you begin slipping into a deep slumber. You are still in a lot of pain, but you don’t regret a single moment of what happened. You’d do it all again if at the end you could be safe in Bucky’s arms once more.

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Control Variables: Part 1 (Hypno, Expansion)

[Ally's Notes: The hypno and expansion bits come in the next part, this ended up being way bigger than I expected so I split it up] [I'd describe as weird corporate science-experiment-soft-non-con with a fun latexy skinsuit involved :3]

"HINATA! Where the FUCK did you put the hydraulic pump?!?"

An indignant voice barged into your consciousness, waking you up.

You were... somewhere? You opened your eyes, but only blackness greeted you. Were you in bed? Some kind of weight was pulling down on your head, so you must be upright. A helmet? You felt so, so tired and relaxed and comfy, the kind of grogginess that comes from sleeping 11 hours in a row. A harried voice with a strong accent (Japan, maybe?) barked back, making you wince.

"Well maybe YOU shouldn't decide to rearrange the workshop half an hour before a subject intake Lucinda! I have a perfect organizational system, if you would just. Stop... messing with the natural order of things... please?"

The voice trailed off until it was almost inaudible, and you realized that your ears felt muffled by something. Maybe you had a headset on? But why would you go to sleep wearing one of those? You attempted to bring your hand up to feel what it was, but with a gasp of surprise, found that you were tied up. Panic began to pierce your sleep-addled mind as you struggled against your bonds, your two captors seemingly oblivious as they argued. Panting from exertion (and embarrassingly, slight arousal), you stopped and took stock of your situation.

You were being held upright, against some sort of cushioned plank. Cold metal cords snaked tightly around your wrists and ankles, holding you spreadeagled and helpless. You could feel the cool breeze of an air conditioner caress your chin, arms, and legs, bringing up goosebumps. Your torso was covered in a clingy material, maybe some kind of wet latex? Your throat felt ever so slightly constricted, as if a wide metal collar wrapped around it. And with a start of outrage and fear, you realized you could feel cold air brushing against your pussy, nipples, and the side of your waist. There were windows in those areas! Were you in some sort of sex dungeon?!? Desperation overrode your self-control as you began thrashing against your restraints, yelling out against the slim chance someone could hear.

"Oh shit, she's come out of it-" Lucinda yelped. "Hinata! Get your sorry ass to that computer, or I will fucking end your career when the yearly peer review comes round! Ok, ok. Ok. Actually. Hinata, this development may be to our advantage. Begin recording."

Silence reigned for a few seconds, then bright light filled your vision as someone pulled your headset off. Blinking in pain as your eyes adjusted, you began to take in the space around you. If it was a sex dungeon, it had to be the weirdest one you'd ever seen. Pipes, wrenches, bolts and wiring filled the space around you, half of them not even connected to the convoluted machinery that surrounded you. Swinging your head around revealed no exit door, but you took in a few important details. A tank of fluid with a few... hoses, attached? Some devices that looked an awful lot like sex toys sat on the table next to them. On the far side of the room a reedy, anxious-looking man stood furiously tapping at a terminal, looking half-swallowed by an oversized lab coat. And uncomfortably close to your face, an immaculately preened woman with golden-red hair, clinically dead eyes, and an inexplicable boob window in her own lab coat stood smiling. It was a wide smile, very toothy, obviously meant to be reassuring. It put you in mind of a shark.

"Oh my goodness dear, we didn't realize you had woken up!" Her voice was chirpy and sweet, completely at odds with the fire-breathing she displayed earlier. "I'm so sorry for the distress you must be feeling. You see, subjects here are normally kept unconscious for the full duration of testing."

"T-testing?" You stammered, mouth feeling dry.

"Oh, do you not remember coming here? Many subjects have the same experience when interviewed afterwards, so that shows your procedure is still going to plan." Was her smile even wider now? "My name is Lucinda, that... gentleman over there is Hinata, and this is an R&D lab of BrainBlender Industries."

"That freaky sex toy company?!" you blurted, feeling your cheeks flare with heat. You had volunteered to test sex products? With THIS company?!?

"Not just sex toys," Lucinda cheerfully replied, smile now threatening to escape the bounds of her face. She clearly knew about the wild rumors surrounding BrainBlender. "We also produce recreational gear, leisurewear, and technology at the absolute cutting-edge of communication, biology, and psychology. We employ the finest minds for our development teams, and are absolutely stringent in the safety protocols of our testing sessions. And do try to relax. I'm sure you at least remember how much you're being paid for this."

The protests bubbling in your throat died as a 5-digit figure flashed out of your memory. Who could turn that down?

"Exactly!" she crowed, reading the expression on your face.

"Hey, so uh, what was the t-test going to be?" You stammered with embarrassment as you asked the question, having looked down and seen how stiff your nipples really were in the open air. You did have to admit though, the strange one-piece you wore was quite fetching. The material was a shimmery rose-gold with rose-red highlights running along its seams. It clung to your waist, hips, and admittedly quite small breasts in a way that made you feel sexy even while spreadeagled in a lab. And the way those windows curved around your nipples, they seemed to form the outline of cute little hearts. If you still weren't so mortified at waking up in a corporate sex dungeon, you probably would have giggled.

"Sorry sweetie, but we're conducting blind trials here. We'll start getting you back under in a minute." The redhead's cooed, corporate smile now unsettlingly authentic in response to your discomfort. "You see, we have to test your body's response to stimuli under completely controlled conditions. Otherwise, your expectations might change the way you process the input you're going receive."

"And speaking of input..." Lucinda produced a small device from her pocket, briefly holding it up to the light for inspection. Some sort of key? She began to dictate, completely ignoring your apprehension as she brought it towards your neck. "Test B279, new variation Delta. Variables of initial subject lucidity and individuality now left uncontrolled, to explore the effects of pleasure and conditioning on subject psyche in greater detail." You tried to shy back, but she continued inexorably forward, dictating over the top of your protests. One hand held the collar of your suit, and she began to sliiide the device into an opening within it. "First element of the conversion process: Initiated."

"Wait no no no n-" Click.

You gasped in euphoria as near-orgasmic levels of pleasure began coursing through your body, pulsing outwards from your neck to the rest of your torso. Biting your lip and arching your back, you couldn't decide whether to moan, giggle, or cry. Every inch of skin that touched your outfit blazed with pleasure, as if it was making your whole torse just as sensitive as your G-spot. Your self-restraint began to crumble as you started instinctively humping and twisting in place. You desperately needed to touch yourself, but all you could do was slide your ass and back against the plank. It felt gooooood.

"As planned and... visibly evident, the inserted module is circulating dopamine and oxytocin throughout the membrane of the pleasure-suit. The hormones are then transferred into the subject via contact with the skin." Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Lucinda circle behind you. "What is interesting is that this process appears to be causing the subject's skin to act as a primary erogenous zone. Note the elicited moans whenever it makes contact with the support plank."

She moved back to your side, and you heard the sound of a rubber glove being stretched over a hand. "Hypothesis 1: Sexual sensitivity increases exponentially with the skin's proximity to the suit." A firm hand gripped your ankle, and you whined in frustration as the plank moved away, leaving you held in the air. "Observe how the subject seems to attain no relief from contact with skin in its extremities. But here..." The hand crept up to your shin, and you shivered. "Subject's reaction is in line with a typical response to contact with the inner thigh. And speaking of-" Lucinda's musings were cut off by your moan as she squeezed your thigh. "Similar response to a tug of the nipple in an average female-" She cut off with a yelp as your hips unconsciously ground against her face. The brief contact made you moan even harder, feeling like someone had turned up a vibrator inside of you. "Subject rapidly losing composure, on the verge of a first orgasm. Two more samples required." And without warning, she slapped your ass.

Your vision went white as you screamed in pleasure. You didn't care about being recorded, or watched. You were in heaven and needed more. Warm fluid ran down your thighs, pussy leaking as you approached climax. You wanted them to do things to you, needed them to do things to you. Bucking blindly, you screamed for them to keep going, to use you.

"Okkkk, subject exhibiting drastically altered behaviour and desires in response to artificial hormone circulation. Compliance is reinforced by pleasure and dopamine. Device will replace dopamine with serotonin and melatonin soon, so I am taking the final sample before subject loses consciousness." A hand grasped your exposed waist, holding you still and sending waves of euphoria through your shaking body. You felt your insides tighten. Keep going so close so close so so so so so so s-

"Beginning vaginal stimulation."

A finger entered your pussy, and ever so gently prodded your clitoris.

With a wild shriek you snapped your head back and came. And came. And kept cumming. It felt like ten orgasms at once, all stacking and intensifying on top of each other. You squirted and squirted and sprayed, soaking your legs and the floor and an indignant Lucinda in your messy cum as you writhed and convulsed in the air. It was better than anything you had ever felt before. You didn't want to stop. You couldn't stop. You... you... couldn't stop...

So tired...

A beep sounded from the device in your collar, and darkness claimed you even as your body continued to twist in climax.

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PART 2: COMING SOONISH TY FOR UR PATIENCE <333

[spinchs-field]

in which Lyfrassir wakes up on the Aurora

shenanigans ensue. inspired a little by this post (: warning: implied violence/death, Lyf has short traumatic flashbacks (kinda), and mentions of a coma

Lyfrassir opens his eyes, heart pounding in his head. He winces, gripping his temples in agony. 

There’s the sound of movement from somewhere in the room, but his screaming headache won’t allow him to look. 

Heavy footsteps approach, thumping against a steel floor before stopping, very close. Machinery whirs, and cold metal presses against Lyfrassir’s forehead. 

“Are you awake, inspector?” A gravelly voice asks. Lyfrassir recognises it instantly.

He pries his eyes open, looks up, and sees the tired, but still very joyful face of one Marius von Raum. 

Confusion and hatred roils in his very core, and he shoves Marius’ mechanical arm away with fury.

Marius takes a step back, raising his hands defensively. “Calm down, inspector, I just asked you a question.”

“Where am I?” Lyfrassir asks harshly, his voice rough with little use.

“My, you sound thirsty. Can I get you a drink?” Marius deflects, already turning to leave.

Something crackles in Lyfrassir’s chest as his anger rises. “Where the hell am I? Tell me!”

Marius drops his smile for a look of disdain. He looks off toward the door for a moment before sighing. He turns around, grabs a nearby office chair, and rolls it over to the operation table Lyfrassir is laying on. Marius drops into the chair and crosses his arms. 

“You are on the starship Aurora, far from the Yggdrasil system. You have been in a coma for the last four years, and you conduct electricity very well. Happy?”

Lyfrassir stares at Marius, confused and horrified. 

There is a long, tense silence that befalls them. Behind him, Lyfrassir can hear his own heartbeat beeping away on a monitor. 

He leans back, dropping onto the pillow so kindly placed on the hard metal table, and stares into the ceiling.

“What’s got you so bug-eyed?” Marius asks, leaning forward, lingering in Lyfrassir’s periphery.

“I’ve been in a coma for four years?”

Marius lets out a high-pitched noise, tilting his head slightly to the left. “Give or take, at least. Time is weird out here.”

Lyfrassir lets out a weak huff of a laugh. 

“But, really, inspector, do you need a drink? Those IVs don’t seem to be doing much.”

Fear sparks in Lyfrassir’s stomach and his eyes flick down to look at his arms. A vivid, grotesque image replays in his mind, and he grabs the cord with all the might of a feral dog. Before he can rip it from his arm, Marius takes hold of his wrist, metal pressing hard into his skin, refusing movement. 

Lyfrassir looks up, and feels crushed beneath Marius’ intense gaze. Reluctantly, he lets go, and Marius softens his grip. 

“I know,” Marius says gently. “But you need to calm down. We’ll take out the IVs once you’ve been awake for a day or two, okay?”

Lyfrassir just stares at Marius, eyes glazed with fear. “Okay,” he responds weakly. 

Marius sighs and stands up straight. “I’ll go fetch some water. Raphaella will keep watch over you.”

After that, Marius turns and makes his way to the door, pushing his hands into his pockets. Lyfrassir watches as he kicks the door, the metal pulling up into the wall. On the other side, a familiar blonde woman stands with an excited smile. They exchange words quietly, and she pushes past Marius and into the room. The door hisses shut behind her, and she hurries over to the operation table. 

“Hello!” She says happily. Streaks of rainbow in her hair glisten under the artificial light, giving the illusion of a brightly coloured halo. “We’ve met. I’m Raphaella la Cognizi, in case you forgot.”

“Ah,” Lyfrassir says, staring up at her with cloudy eyes, “Yes, I remember you. You um…” He reached up, waving his hand vaguely. “I don’t remember you having those… rainbow streaks, however.”

Raphaella only smiles wider, and she shakes her hands excitedly. “Yes! They’re from the Bifrost! Marius and Ivy have them too! And look!” 

She reaches down and takes hold of some of Lyfrassir’s long hair, lifting it up to show him the bright colours. Every strand glistens with the rainbow hue.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Raphaella asks, letting go of Lyfrassir’s hair and dropping into the chair beside the table.

Lyfrassir’s heart drops into his stomach, and he feels sick suddenly. He closes his eyes, trying to force down tears. 

“What’s wrong?” Raphaella asks, resting a hand on his arm. “There’s nothing to be upset about. I think it looks lovely on you. They’re also very interesting scientifically! If you cut a strand off, it just vanishes! Poof!”

Lyfrassir opens his eyes, staring at Raphaella with curious, tired eyes. 

“The placement of the rainbows stays consistent, however. While we were hunting you down, I actually shaved all my hair off. The rainbows are right where they were before! Isn’t that fascinating?” She goes on, and there’s a shine in her eyes that he can’t remember ever seeing before. 

It’s in that moment that what Marius told him finally processes, and Lyfrassir is suddenly wide awake. “Wait,” he says quickly. “Vom Raum– he told me I… I conduct electricity? What did he mean by that?”

Raphaella’s smile drops for a moment, before returning slowly, this time with a laugh. 

“That’s right!” She says as she stands up. She hurries off to one of the many bookshelves in the room, none of which actually have books on them. She rummages around for a moment before finding a jumper cable and a massive battery. 

She comes back over, dropping the battery onto the chair with a loud thud. She takes hold of Lyfrassir’s hand and closes one of the clamps around his fingers. He shouts in pain, but she doesn’t seem to care as she snaps the other end onto the battery.

Instantly, neon rainbow sparks explode from Lyfrassir’s skin, crackling around the metal clamp and shooting down the cable. In a matter of seconds, the battery is fully charged. Raphaella takes the clamp off Lyfrassir’s hand and grins at him, a wild excitement in her eyes. 

“Isn’t that cool?!” She shouts, her mechanical tail wagging back and forth like mad. Her wings fan out, fluttering gently. 

Lyfrassir stares at her, eyes wide in shock. Painless smoke streams from his hand, and his hair stands on end. 

“What the fuck?” He barely whispers.

It’s then that the door slides open, and Marius stands in the archway, eyes flicking back and forth between the two of them. In one hand, he holds a glass of water, in the other, a blood-soaked knife. 

“Tim lost it again,” Marius says simply before making his way over to the pair. He hands Lyfrassir his drink and looks down at the battery. 

It’s only now that Lyfrassir can see the rainbow streak shooting a jagged line across Marius’ dark hair. It’s a stark contrast; but a nice one. 

“Did you show him?” Marius asks with a smirk.

“Yeah,” Raphaella responds, voice shaking slightly with excitement. “He could be our little battery for when Aurora loses power.”

Marius chuckles, and that same sick feeling from before returns to the surface. Lyfrassir glares at them, disgusted. 

“You’re sick,” Lyfrassir says harshly. 

Marius straightens his posture in surprise, seeming to remember something. “Ah! Right! Never mind then. We can just use Brian.”

“He’s barely electric,” Raphaella says as she picks up the battery as if it weighs nothing. “He works better as a motor.”

“Doesn’t he have a motor?” Marius asks, flicking blood off his knife and hand. The droplets float freely in the air, and Lyfrassir gags at the sight. 

“Yes. Why do you think he’s so… rumbly?”

Lyfrassir side-eyes the pair as he takes a drink from his glass. 

Marius and Raphaella talk quietly to each other for some time, hardly giving Lyfrassir a chance to cut in. 

Eventually, he just blurts out, “Who the hell is Brian?”

The pair turn to face him, surprised. It’s like they completely forgot he was there at all.

“He’s our pilot,” Marius responds quickly. “Did you not– oh, you didn’t.” He laughs. 

“You’ll probably see him soon,” Raphaella says with a smile. “Speaking of, shouldn’t we get Tim down here?”

Marius waves his hand dismissively. “Operation table’s taken. He can go regenerate in the living room.”

“He’ll get blood everywhere, though,” Raphaella responds sadly. 

“Oh, trust me, he already has.”

“Could you two shut up?” Lyfrassir barks as he sits up. 

“Shant,” Marius says simply. 

Raphaella giggles. “You’re free to join the conversation, inspector.”

“It’s Lyfrassir,” he corrects. 

“Oh, we’re on a first name basis already?” Marius asks, surprised. “I thought he’d want to only do formalities for the first hundred years.”

Raphaella laughs. 

“At this point, I don’t think it even matters,” Lyfrassir says, defeated. 

“Oh, don’t be like that, Lyfrassir,” Raphaella says gently. She smiles to herself. “That’s a lovely name… anyway! Don’t be like that, there’s plenty to do on the Aurora! We have lots of videos and files you can rummage through! Ivy would love the help, I think.”

Lyfrassir wants to tell her that’s not what he meant, but he stays quiet. 

“I’m going back to sleep. Be quiet,” he finally says, letting go of his glass and letting it float stagnant in the air. He lays back down, sighing gently. 

“Oh,” Marius says quietly. He’s silent for some time before knocking gently on the wall. “Aurora, can you turn off the lights, please?” 

After a moment, the lights flicker off, shrouding them in darkness. It’s not a darkness Lyfrassir has ever seen. It’s oddly comforting. He doesn’t know when he falls asleep, but when he finds himself back in his Midgard office, fear shoots through him, and he suffers through the same nightmare once again.

[renon4224]

Mental Vampyre

“Keira, when are you gonna transfer?” Kody asked, his new body only a few months old and impeccable.

“Not sure, when I feel old?” Mentally, I’m at least three hundred, physically? There’s no point in asking.

Kody laughed, his new voice like daggers to my ears, “You look old, come on, you promised you’d transfer with me this time.”

Promises mean nothing to someone who can live forever, “Maybe next time.” I sighed, arguing with my latest vibrator was tiring, “I’m going out.” And left.

The last boy’s memories were still tickling my mind-space, he had a really good body, too bad he decided to think for himself. Kody decided to follow me out, tailing me like a lovesick puppy.

“Darling, can you get my transfer tube?” Thoughts belong to those who are smart, not lazy little wannabe transfers.

“Yes love.” The whirr of mind machinery was music to me, and nails on a chalkboard to others.

I swiped some lipstick on, bright beautiful red lipstick, and kissed Kody. His body slumped to the floor, I grabbed a ‘dream catcher’ and stabbed it into his eyes. Placing myself inside the transfer tube, everything in Kody’s twenty-seven years implanting into my brain, I sighed, this was why I ‘dated’ to feel the rush of another lover’s memories, the hotness of their voice in my mind. I stepped out, nude and new. Kody’s body shrivelled to nothing but bones, and my own was glorious, I could grab another male in about thirty seconds outside. But first, disposal. I grinned, I loved this part, it was always the best, I took the body in my hands and started crying. I waited until it looked like I was completely wrecked up about his ‘death’.

“911, how may we help you?”

“My lover, he- he transferred!” I cried out, choking on fake sobs.

“Into what body?”

“None! He used m-mine, and didn’t bring a spare!” I heard the receiver drop, I changed my DNA every two years, and no one figured me out.

“We’ll be right there.” The line went dead, and I wrapped the phone cord around my wrists, and yanked. 

Rug burns on the wrists made cops think I was restrained, I laid across the body for when the ambulance arrived.

“Ma’am, we need to see the body.” 

I nodded, choking on sobs ‘trying’ to tell them to ‘fix’ him, and got up, a lady wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and gave me ‘hopeful’ words. Hope for what? A real death, or that ‘Kody’ might come back? His voice cried out for his body and I let the onslaught force sound out of me as well. More meaningless words, why does everyone try to tell me it’ll be alright? I took his mind, he’ll never recover. I don’t want ‘alright’ I want to keep my mind, and everyone else’s.

The girl next to me had beautiful auburn hair and violet eyes, I wonder how she would taste in my mind. What beautiful things has she experienced, and what horrible ones? What does she think about? Her hands were cool, the cold of an Ancient. Someone like me.

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Cordless Impact Wrench vs. Traditional Wrenches: Which Is Better?

When it comes to tackling automotive repairs, home improvement projects, or various DIY tasks, the choice of tools can greatly influence your efficiency and effectiveness. Among the essential tools in any toolbox are wrenches, which come in two primary forms: cordless impact wrenches and traditional wrenches. Each type has its advantages and disadvantages, making it crucial to understand the differences to determine which is best for your needs. Here’s a comparison of cordless impact wrenches and traditional wrenches.

 1. Power and Performance

Cordless Impact Wrench: 

Cordless impact wrenches are designed to deliver high torque output, making them particularly effective for loosening or tightening bolts and nuts quickly. Their powerful motors and impact mechanism allow for rapid bursts of rotational force, making short work of stubborn fasteners. This makes cordless impact wrenches an ideal choice for heavy-duty tasks, such as working on vehicles or large machinery.

Traditional Wrench: 

Traditional wrenches, whether they are open-end, box-end, or adjustable, rely on manual effort to generate torque. While they can be effective for various tasks, they typically require more physical strength and time, especially when dealing with rusted or over-torqued fasteners. They provide excellent control for precision work but lack the power and speed of impact wrenches for heavy-duty applications.

 2. Convenience and Portability

Cordless Impact Wrench: 

One of the primary advantages of cordless impact wrenches is their portability. Being cordless allows you to work in tight spaces and move freely without worrying about tangled cords or finding a power outlet. Modern lithium-ion batteries provide long run times and quick charging, making it easier to complete tasks without interruption.

Traditional Wrench: 

Traditional wrenches are also highly portable, as they don’t require any power source or battery. They are lightweight and easy to carry in a toolbox, making them a convenient choice for quick fixes or small jobs. However, for larger tasks, you may need to exert more physical effort, especially if you’re working with stubborn fasteners.

 3. Ease of Use

Cordless Impact Wrench: 

Cordless impact wrenches are generally easier to use, especially for those who may not have extensive experience with tools. The power and speed provided by the impact mechanism mean less effort is required from the user, reducing fatigue. Many models also feature ergonomic designs that enhance comfort during extended use.

Traditional Wrench: 

While traditional wrenches are simple in design and easy to use, they require more physical strength and technique to operate effectively. Properly using a wrench often involves using leverage and applying significant force, which can be tiring and may not be suitable for everyone, particularly during lengthy projects.

 4. Versatility

Cordless Impact Wrench: 

Cordless impact wrenches excel in various applications, especially those requiring significant torque, such as automotive work or heavy machinery maintenance. Many models also offer variable speed settings, allowing you to adapt the tool for different tasks, from loosening stubborn bolts to driving screws.

Traditional Wrench: 

Traditional wrenches are versatile in their own right and can be used for a wide range of applications. They can handle different types of fasteners and are often preferred for precision tasks that require careful torque application. Additionally, adjustable wrenches can accommodate various sizes of nuts and bolts, making them a handy tool for quick adjustments.

 5. Cost

Cordless Impact Wrench: 

Cordless impact wrenches can be more expensive than traditional wrenches, especially when considering the cost of batteries and chargers. However, their efficiency and time-saving capabilities can justify the investment, particularly for professionals or avid DIYers who frequently engage in heavy-duty projects.

Traditional Wrench: 

Traditional wrenches are generally more affordable and can be purchased individually or as part of a set. Their simplicity means that you don’t have to worry about batteries or charging, making them a cost-effective option for those who need basic tools for occasional use.

 Conclusion

Choosing between a cordless impact wrench and a traditional wrench ultimately depends on your specific needs and the types of projects you frequently undertake. If you regularly engage in heavy-duty tasks requiring high torque, a cordless impact wrench is likely the better option for its power, speed, and ease of use. However, if you prefer a simple, cost-effective tool for occasional fixes or precise work, traditional wrenches can serve you well. Many professionals and DIY enthusiasts find value in having both types of wrenches in their toolkit, ensuring they’re prepared for any task that comes their way.

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The Critical Role of Wire Rods in Modern Manufacturing

Wire rods are a fundamental component in various industrial applications, serving as the raw material for a wide range of products. From construction to automotive and electrical industries, wire rods are essential for ensuring the quality, durability, and functionality of numerous items that drive modern infrastructure and innovation. This blog delves into the importance of wire rods in manufacturing, exploring their applications, benefits, and the factors that contribute to their quality.

What Are Wire Rods?

Wire rods are steel products that are typically round in cross-section and manufactured by hot rolling billets. These semi-finished products serve as the precursor to various wire forms such as cables, fencing, fasteners, and springs. The quality of wire rods directly affects the end product, making it essential to source wire rods from manufacturers who adhere to strict quality standards.

Key Applications of Wire Rods in Manufacturing

Construction Industry Wire rods are widely used in construction for making reinforcement bars, nails, and screws. These products are essential for building sturdy structures, ensuring the safety and longevity of projects ranging from residential homes to large-scale infrastructure.

Automotive Sector In the automotive industry, wire rods are used to produce tire cords, springs, and fasteners. High-quality wire rods are crucial for automotive manufacturers, as they ensure vehicle parts are durable and capable of withstanding extreme conditions.

Electrical and Communication Wires Wire rods are also a key material in the production of electrical wires and cables. Copper and aluminum wire rods, in particular, are used to manufacture power lines, communication cables, and wiring systems that are integral to modern electrical and communication networks.

Manufacturing of Tools and Machinery Wire rods are used to produce tools, machine components, and various mechanical parts that are essential for industrial machinery. The precision and strength of wire rods allow them to meet the rigorous demands of heavy-duty machinery and tools.

Factors That Determine Wire Rod Quality

The quality of wire rods depends on several factors, including the raw materials, manufacturing processes, and post-production treatments. Here are some key elements that contribute to the quality of wire rods:

Material Composition: The alloy content of wire rods determines their mechanical properties, such as tensile strength, ductility, and corrosion resistance. High-quality wire rods typically contain carefully controlled amounts of carbon, manganese, and other alloying elements to achieve the desired properties.

Precision Rolling: The hot rolling process plays a significant role in ensuring the consistency and uniformity of wire rods. Advanced machinery is required to maintain tight tolerances, ensuring that the wire rods have the correct dimensions and surface quality.

Heat Treatment: Proper heat treatment after rolling is essential to enhance the mechanical properties of wire rods. Annealing or quenching processes improve the strength, hardness, and flexibility of the material, making it suitable for specific applications.

Why Innovation Matters in Wire Rod Manufacturing

In today's fast-paced industrial environment, innovation is crucial for staying competitive. The wire rod manufacturing industry is no exception, with technological advancements driving improvements in production efficiency, product quality, and sustainability.

Technological Advancements: Modern manufacturing facilities use state-of-the-art machinery, automation, and control systems to produce wire rods with higher precision and lower energy consumption. These innovations reduce production costs while ensuring consistent quality.

Sustainability Initiatives: With growing awareness of environmental concerns, wire rod manufacturers are increasingly focusing on sustainable practices. Using recycled materials, reducing waste, and improving energy efficiency are all important steps toward a more sustainable manufacturing process.

Customization for Specialized Applications: As industries evolve, the demand for wire rods tailored to specific applications increases. Innovation enables manufacturers to offer customized wire rods that meet the precise specifications required for specialized uses, such as high-tensile wires for bridges or corrosion-resistant wires for marine environments.

Conclusion

Wire rods are an essential material in the manufacturing sector, providing the foundation for a wide array of products that power modern industries. The quality, strength, and versatility of wire rods make them indispensable in sectors ranging from construction to automotive and electrical manufacturing. As the demand for advanced and sustainable manufacturing solutions grows, innovation in wire rod production will continue to play a key role in shaping the future of industrial applications.

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Why Every Industry Needs an Air Compressor: Key Benefits Explained

Air compressors have become indispensable in modern industries, driving efficiency, productivity, and cost savings across various applications. From manufacturing to healthcare, the versatility and reliability of air compressors have made them a crucial component in numerous sectors. This blog explores the key benefits of air compressors and why every industry should consider integrating them into their operations.

1. Enhanced Efficiency and Productivity

One of the primary reasons industries rely on air compressors is their ability to significantly enhance efficiency and productivity. Air compressors power a wide range of tools and machinery, from pneumatic drills and hammers to paint sprayers and sandblasters. These tools often perform tasks more quickly and efficiently than their electric or manual counterparts. By reducing the time and effort required for various operations, air compressors help businesses streamline processes, minimize downtime, and increase overall productivity.

2. Cost Savings

Air compressors can lead to substantial cost savings for industries. Pneumatic tools and equipment generally have fewer moving parts compared to electric tools, resulting in lower maintenance and repair costs. Additionally, air-powered tools often have a longer lifespan, reducing the need for frequent replacements. Air compressors also enable industries to optimize energy consumption. Modern air compressors are designed to be energy-efficient, using less power to deliver the same or even greater output. This efficiency translates into lower energy bills and reduced operational costs over time.

3. Versatility and Adaptability

The versatility of air compressors is another compelling reason for their widespread use across industries. Air compressors can be adapted to a multitude of applications, making them suitable for diverse sectors such as manufacturing, construction, automotive, food and beverage, and healthcare. In manufacturing, air compressors are used for tasks such as assembly, packaging, and material handling. In the construction industry, they power heavy-duty tools and equipment. In the automotive sector, air compressors are essential for tasks like painting, tire inflation, and engine assembly. The adaptability of air compressors ensures that businesses can use a single piece of equipment for various functions, enhancing operational flexibility.

4. Improved Safety

Safety is a paramount concern in any industrial environment. Air compressors contribute to safer workplaces by reducing the risks associated with electric tools and machinery. Pneumatic tools powered by air compressors are typically lighter and generate less heat than electric tools, reducing the risk of burns and other injuries. Additionally, air compressors eliminate the need for long electrical cords, which can pose tripping hazards and increase the risk of electrical shocks. By minimizing these risks, air compressors help create a safer working environment for employees.

5. Environmental Benefits

Sustainability and environmental responsibility are becoming increasingly important for industries worldwide. Air compressors can contribute to these goals by reducing energy consumption and minimizing environmental impact. Modern air compressors are designed to be highly energy-efficient, using advanced technologies to optimize performance and reduce power usage. This efficiency not only lowers operational costs but also decreases the carbon footprint of industrial operations. Furthermore, air compressors can be used in processes that reduce emissions and waste, such as air-powered material handling systems that minimize dust and particulate matter.

6. Precision and Control

In industries where precision and control are critical, air compressors offer significant advantages. Air-powered tools and equipment provide precise and consistent performance, which is essential for tasks that require high levels of accuracy. For example, in the automotive and aerospace industries, air compressors are used in applications such as spray painting, where consistent pressure and fine control are crucial for achieving high-quality finishes. Similarly, in the pharmaceutical and food processing industries, air compressors provide the necessary precision for tasks like packaging and filling, ensuring product quality and compliance with strict standards.

7. Reliability and Durability

Air compressors are known for their reliability and durability, making them a valuable asset for industries that require continuous and dependable operation. Well-maintained air compressors can operate efficiently for many years, providing consistent performance and reducing the likelihood of unexpected breakdowns. This reliability is particularly important in industries where downtime can result in significant financial losses. By investing in high-quality air compressors, businesses can ensure uninterrupted operations and maintain productivity.

8. Space and Mobility

Air compressors come in various sizes and configurations, offering flexibility in terms of space and mobility. Portable air compressors are particularly beneficial for industries that require mobility, such as construction and landscaping. These compact units can be easily transported to different job sites, providing the necessary power for tools and equipment on the go. On the other hand, stationary air compressors are ideal for industrial settings with higher demand, offering robust performance and the ability to handle large-scale operations. This flexibility allows businesses to choose the right type of air compressor based on their specific needs and operational requirements.

9. Support for Automation and Advanced Technologies

As industries increasingly adopt automation and advanced technologies, air compressors play a crucial role in supporting these innovations. Air compressors power pneumatic systems used in automated manufacturing processes, robotics, and other advanced applications. By providing reliable and consistent power, air compressors enable the seamless integration of automated systems, enhancing efficiency and precision. This support for automation helps industries stay competitive and adapt to evolving technological trends.

10. Scalability

Air compressors offer scalability, allowing businesses to adjust their operations based on changing demands. Industries can start with smaller air compressor systems and gradually expand their capacity as their needs grow. This scalability is particularly beneficial for small and medium-sized enterprises (SMEs) looking to scale their operations without significant upfront investment. By choosing air compressors that can be easily upgraded or expanded, businesses can ensure that their equipment continues to meet their evolving requirements.

Conclusion

Air compressors have become essential tools across various industries due to their numerous benefits, including enhanced efficiency, cost savings, versatility, safety, and environmental advantages. Their reliability, precision, and support for advanced technologies further underscore their importance in modern industrial operations. By understanding and leveraging the key benefits of air compressors, businesses can optimize their processes, improve productivity, and achieve long-term success.

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Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market - Forecast(2024 - 2030)

Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Overview

Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market is forecast to reach $362.14 Million by 2025, after growing at a CAGR of 3.2% during 2020-2025. Resorcinol is used to produce resorcinol formaldehyde (RF) resin to improve the adhesion of rubber and other materials in rubber products, wood adhesives, flame retardants, UV stabilizers, dyes, and others. The global COVID-19 pandemic has caused manufacturing activities around the globe to abruptly pause, impacting the market for rubber as well as their development and processing. The most critically affected end-use segments of the plastics industry include automotive & transportation, consumer goods, industrial machinery, manufacturing, and electronics.

Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Report Coverage

The report: “Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market – Forecast (2020-2025)”, by IndustryARC, covers an in-depth analysis of the following segments of the Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market. 

By Form – Powder, Pellets and Crystal, and Liquid. 

By Application – Printing Inks, Plastics, Coatings, Solvents, Personal Care Ingredients, Resins, Rubber, and Others.

By Region – North America, South America, Europe, APAC, and RoW.

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Key Takeaways

Growing demand from tyre manufacturing sector in automotive industry, and wood binding adhesive applications, tends to increase the growth of the market.

APAC is dominating the overall resorcinol market due to the rise of automotive manufacturing facilities.

Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) is produced from hydroperoxidation process, which includes the highest share in the overall market.

Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Segment Analysis -By Application

Rubber includes the highest share and dominates the overall Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) market. The growing demand for manufacturing tyres from the automotive industry makes the positive scenario is majorly boosted by the growth momentum of replacement tires market. In addition, the demand of Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) for the production of personal care ingredients is expected to witness higher growth in upcoming years.

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Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Segment Analysis -By Geography

Asia-Pacific dominated the global market owing to the robust demand from developing nations including China and India. The region being a manufacturing hub for automotive is of the propelling factor for the resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) market growth in the region. Currently, there are two major resorcinol producers in the world, Amino-Chem from China and Sumitomo Chemical Company from Japan, the Amino-Chem itself includes the highest production capacity of about 40,000 Mt/y, where Sumitomo Chemicals includes about 32,000 Mt/y. Being the highest producers of resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene), APAC consists the highest share across the globe.

Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Drivers

Growing demand in rubber industry

Rubber products dominated the application segment, and it is expected to continue its dominance over the forecast period. Resorcinol is widely used for tire manufacturing for a variety of applications such as automotive tires, bicycles, and aircraft. The usage of chemical improves the overall rubber compound processability. It also results in the increase of static as well as dynamic modulus of rubber. Also, it does not have any effect on the overall vulcanization process of rubber and enhances the steel cord adhesion. Such inherent advantages are expected to benefit the segment demand growth over the upcoming years. Also, United States represents one of the largest and the most advanced tire market in the world by providing home to some of the largest tire manufacturers in the world, such as Goodyear Tire & Rubber Co., Cooper Tire & Rubber Co., Michelin and Bridgestone Americas Tire Operations (over 70% of the market share is reported with these four companies). Such factors in turn are estimated to boost the demand for the resorcinol market during the forecast period.

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Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Challenges

Hazardous nature and higher cost tend to constrain the growth of the market

Resorcinol is harmful if swallowed, inhaled or absorbed through skin and causes eye and skin irritation. The compound is irritating to mucous membranes and upper respiratory tract. Depending on the intensity and duration of exposure, effects may vary from mild irritation to severe burns. Resorcinol is regarded as goitrogenic, causing hypo-thyroidism following persistent exposure, e.g. through intake of drinking water polluted with resorcinol from coal gasification and shale oil production, or through use as topical ointment on skin lesions. In addition, resorcinol also includes high cost. Currently, according to Trademap, the price of resorcinol has been increased at rapid pace resorcinol. The main factor impacting the price is the shutdown of resorcinol production plants in major region. Manufacturer such as Indspec Chemical, the only producer in U.S, had shut down its production in July 2017, the low outcome from the plant in order to compete in the market place oversupply and low-efficient manufacturing process, was the major factor behind the cause.

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Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market Landscape

Technology launches, acquisitions and R&D activities are key strategies adopted by players in the Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) market. In 2019, the market of Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) has been consolidated by the top five players accounting for xx% of the share. Major players in the Resorcinol of Meta-DIPB (1,3 – Diisopropylbenzene) Market are Amino-Chem, Sumitomo Chemicals, Elementis PLC, Indspec Chemical Corp., Atul Limited, Alfa Aesar, and Kraeber & Co Gmbh among others.

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Steel Wire Market Size, Share and Growth Forecast 2031

Global steel wire marketsize was valued at USD 106.49 billion in 2022, which is expected to grow to USD 133.85 billion in 2030 with a CAGR of 2.9% during the forecast period between 2023 and 2030. Asia-Pacific dominates this market due to the strong demand from huge construction and automotive sectors in countries such as China and India. Carbon Steel is the most dominant type of steel wire due to its vast application in the construction and automotive sectors, along with its high recyclability.

The steel wire market thrives on a multitude of drivers that fuel its demand and growth across various industries globally. One significant driver is the steady expansion of the construction industry. This surge in construction activities fuels a consistent and strong demand for wire products, anchoring the steel wire market’s growth. Moreover, the automotive sector plays a pivotal role in propelling the demand for steel wire. The increase in vehicle production, accompanied by technological advancements, directly impacts this demand. Steel wire finds extensive use in tire cords, springs, and an array of components within vehicles, contributing to their stability and safety. Lastly, the industrial manufacturing sector heavily relies on steel wire in the production of machinery, equipment, and various industrial goods, which also drives the market.

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Increasing Automotive Sales to Improve the Demand for Steel Wire  

The expansion of the automotive sector significantly influences the demand for steel wire across various facets of vehicle manufacturing. Steel wire is a critical component in reinforcing vehicle tires. It provides strength and stability, contributing to the overall durability and safety of tires. Additionally, various safety components within vehicles, such as seatbelt springs and airbag systems, often rely on steel wire due to its strength and reliability. Moreover, steel wire finds application in multiple vehicle components, from exhaust systems to door latches and seating mechanisms.

For instance, in 2022, the Federation of Automobile Dealers Associations recorded retail sales of 2.21 crore vehicles. Globally, the automotive sector experienced a 15.28% surge in volumes compared to the 1,83,21,760 units sold in 2021. This increase in automotive production raises the demand for steel wire globally.

Rise in Construction Projects to Drive the Steel Wire Market

The robust growth of the construction industry, particularly in emerging economies, is pivotal in propelling the demand for steel wire. Its primary application lies in reinforcing concrete structures, which is fundamental in creating durable and resilient constructions. This surge in construction projects results in an increased and sustained demand for various wire products. Steel wire’s role in enhancing the strength and structural integrity of buildings and infrastructure solidifies its position as a crucial component in meeting the demands of this burgeoning construction landscape.

For instance, several of the United States’ most significant construction projects are poised to reach major developmental milestones in 2023. Ranging in cost from the hundreds of millions to the tens of billions. Among them are an NFL stadium, a substantial airport expansion, and an expansive manufacturing plant. Construction projects globally will increase the demand for steel wire during the forecast period. 

Surge in Energy Projects Globally to Increase Steel Wire Requirements

Steel wire has an important role in powering the energy sector, particularly in facilitating power transmission across vast distances. Its use in cables for power transmission ensures the reliable and efficient distribution of electricity, an essential component in meeting the world’s energy demands. Additionally, within the realm of oil & gas exploration, steel wire serves in various critical applications. It’s integral in supporting the exploration process, aiding in the extraction and transportation of these valuable resources.

For instance, in 2022, renewables accounted for 40 percent of global installed power capacity and saw the largest year-on-year increase (at almost 295 GW). This surge in investments carries with it an expectation of returns which further contributes to increase in number of developing projects globally, which in turn drives the steel wire market.

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Impact of COVID-19

The COVID-19 pandemic caused disruptions in global supply chains, impacting the production and distribution of steel and its raw materials. This led to delays and shortages in the steel supply chain due to factory closures and transportation restrictions. Lockdowns and economic slowdowns reduced demand across multiple sectors, such as construction, automotive, and aviation. Consequently, the market for steel, including steel wire, weakened due to this decreased demand for steel products. The steel wire market saw fluctuating prices during the pandemic due to supply and demand disruptions.

Impact of Russia Ukraine War

The Russia-Ukraine conflict significantly affected the steel wire market, particularly due to Russia’s substantial supply of upstream raw nickel to various countries, notably European nations. The conflict prompted several European countries to impose import bans on Russian goods, tightening the supply of steel wire in these markets. This led to increased production costs for steel wire in these nations, subsequently reducing procurement activity. However, the conflict triggered a global shift in the distribution of oil and gas, leading to new oil & gas construction that increased the demand for steel wire.

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“Steel Wire Market Assessment, Opportunities and Forecast, 2016-2030F”, is a comprehensive report by Markets and Data, providing in-depth analysis and qualitative & quantitative assessment of the current state of steel wire market globally, industry dynamics and challenges. The report includes market size, segmental shares, growth trends, COVID-19 and Russia-Ukraine war impact, opportunities and forecast between 2023 and 2030. Additionally, the report profiles the leading players in the industry mentioning their respective market share, business model, competitive intelligence, etc.

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5 Safety Precautions Every Inverter Generator Owner Should Know

Hello, dear readers! Today, we're diving into a crucial topic for anyone who owns or is considering purchasing an inverter generator. These versatile devices have become a go-to solution for portable power needs, whether for camping trips, backyard parties, or as a backup power source at home. However, with great power comes great responsibility. Ensuring the safe operation of your inverter generator NZ is key to protecting yourself, those around you, and your equipment. So, let's jump right in and discuss the top five safety precautions every inverter generator owner should know.

1. Understanding Your Inverter Generator The first step in safe operation is getting to know your inverter generator inside and out. Read the manual from cover to cover. Yes, we know manuals aren’t exactly bestselling thrillers, but this is crucial. Understand the load capacity, how to perform routine maintenance, and how to start and stop the unit correctly. Knowing your machine’s specifics can prevent overloading and reduce the risk of damage or dangerous situations.

2. Proper Ventilation is Key Inverter generators produce deadly, colourless, and odourless carbon monoxide. Therefore, it's imperative to operate the generator in a well-ventilated area, ideally outdoors. Never run an inverter generator NZ inside your home, garage, or any enclosed space, no matter how well-ventilated it may seem. Carbon monoxide poisoning is a serious risk and can occur quickly, often without warning.

3. Electrical Safety First When it comes to electricity, taking shortcuts is a big no-no. Always use heavy-duty, outdoor-rated extension cords and make sure they’re in good condition. Avoid plugging your inverter generator directly into a household outlet—a practice known as backfeeding—which is extremely dangerous and can cause fires or electrocute utility workers repairing the grid. If you need to power hardwired appliances, consider hiring an electrician to install a transfer switch.

4. Fuel Handling Fuel management is another critical aspect of inverter generator safety. Always turn off the generator and let it cool down before refuelling to prevent the gasoline from igniting in contact with hot surfaces. Store fuel in a proper container, away from living areas, and only in well-ventilated locations. Remember, safety first—never attempt to refuel in the dark or when you’re tired; a little spill can lead to big problems.

5. Regular Maintenance and Storage Like any piece of machinery, your inverter generator loves a little TLC. Regular maintenance, such as checking oil levels, cleaning air filters, and inspecting spark plugs, can significantly extend its lifespan and ensure safe operation. Additionally, proper storage is vital. Store your generator in a clean, dry space and run it periodically when not in use for extended periods. This keeps the motor and battery in good working order and ready for when you need it next.

A Word on Environmental Consideration While not a safety tip per se, considering the environmental impact of your inverter generator is also important. Opt for models that run cleaner and more efficiently. Many newer inverter generators are designed to reduce emissions and be more fuel-efficient, which is not only good for the planet but also for your wallet and the longevity of your generator.

Conclusion Owning an inverter generator can be incredibly beneficial, offering a reliable power source when you need it most. However, it's crucial to prioritise safety to ensure that you and those around you can enjoy the benefits without risk. By following these five safety precautions, you can enjoy the convenience and flexibility of your inverter generator NZ while keeping safety at the forefront. Remember, being prepared and knowledgeable is your first line of defence against potential dangers. Stay safe, and happy generating!

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All about the Professional Cordless Impact Wrench

Few inventions in the field of hardware tools have attracted as much attention and praise as the Cordless Impact Wrench. This adaptable and strong tool, which offers unmatched convenience and efficiency, has completely changed how professionals and do-it-yourself enthusiasts conduct tasks. This extensive blog examines all facets of the Cordless Impact Wrench, including its features, advantages, uses, and more.

Understanding How to Use a Cordless Impact Wrench

Primarily, the Cordless Impact Wrench is a portable power tool made to produce a lot of torque with little effort on the part of the user. The Cordless Impact Wrench is the best tool for tightening and loosening stubborn nuts, bolts, and fasteners because it uses a motorized mechanism to generate rotational force, unlike traditional wrenches that rely on manual force.

Here Are The Key Features and Benefits

The portability and convenience of the Cordless Impact Wrench is one of its main benefits. Users on cordless devices have more mobility and flexibility on construction sites because they are not attached to power outlets. Furthermore, contemporary cordless impact wrenches come with cutting-edge lithium-ion battery technology, which offers quicker charging times and longer run times.

The remarkable torque output of the Cordless Impact Wrench is yet another outstanding feature. These tools work exceptionally well in applications requiring a lot of tightening or loosening force because they can deliver high levels of torque, frequently more than corded electric wrenches can. The Cordless Impact Wrench is capable of handling tasks such as construction, machinery maintenance, and automobile repairs.

In addition, a lot of Cordless Impact Wrench models have torque and speed settings that can be changed, giving users the ability to customize the tool's performance to fit their needs. Because of its adaptability, the Cordless Impact Wrench can be used for a variety of jobs, from heavy-duty industrial applications to delicate assembly work.

Let’s Now Understand The Applications and Use

The Cordless Impact Wrench is extensively utilized in a variety of industries and sectors. For jobs like tire changes, brake repairs, and suspension work, it is essential in automotive repair and maintenance. The tool's small size and high torque output make it perfect for easily fastening or removing bolts in confined spaces.

Cordless impact wrenches are frequently used in the construction industry for general carpentry work, framing, and decking. Their rapid and effective large screw and bolt driving speeds up the construction process and reduces labor costs. Furthermore, contractors value the portability of cordless tools because they make it easier for them to move between job sites without being limited by power cords.

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Lazarus - Star Wars: TCW/BB one-shot

It's nearly Halloween, I'm in the mood for something creepy, and I've been struggling with the next chapter of Eidola. So today I sat down and wrote this instead. Enjoy.

Echo was cold.

Rex dismissed it at first, far more concerned with getting his little brother unplugged from the Skakoans’ technological horror. There were mechanical ports driven into Echo's head and chest, crawling down his back. Attached to each was a cord, or maybe some kind of a tube. Rex wasn't sure what they were - electrical conduits or feeding tubes or access lines for sedatives or other drugs. The feel of Echo's cold, grayish skin was the least of Rex’s worries as he helped his brother stagger most of the way to his feet to lean against the control terminal.

There were clankers in the outer hallway, enough to give even the general difficulty if they managed to breach the door. Tech was typing furiously at the terminal, slicing into the programming which was hijacking Echo’s mind. Hunter and Crosshair were sealing them all inside with the plasma settings on their multitools. None of them knew if there was an alternate way out of the room, or if they were going to have to let Wrecker get creative with his explosives and hope for the best.

Force, at least Echo was alive. they could deal with anything else later.

Of course Echo was cold. He'd been vivisected, spliced with machinery Rex couldn't begin to parse out at the moment, and then sealed up in a coffin of a cryo-stasis chamber for Force knew how long. Months, at least.

"There, got it," Tech said, his rapid-fire typing on the terminal ending abruptly. "You can unplug him now."

Thank kriff.

The rest of their escape was just about normal, for a typical 501st clusterkriff. Sneaking out through ductwork, leaping, sans jetpack, from a guaranteed lethal height onto the backs of a group of flying reptiles, and fighting a whole host of clankers, alongside a group of locals with whom they could barely communicate. Just another Taungsday in the G.A.R.

Echo had collapsed, just about the same time the modified omicron-class attack shuttle transitioned into hyperspace. It was a minor miracle it hadn’t happened earlier. It had been obvious to all of them that he’d been running on nothing but adrenaline and pride there by the end.

Rex had gotten his brother settled in one of the shuttle’s bunks, Tech’s, if the scattered circuitry and assorted detritus were any indication. The others had stayed outside, either in the passenger compartment or the cockpit. It was quiet, or at least as quiet as a spaceship ever got. Echo’s shallow, rasping breaths sounded unnaturally loud against the droning hum of the ion engine.

He didn’t sound healthy, but he was breathing, so Rex counted that as a win.

Rex found a minimally cluttered spot against the bulkhead and let himself sink down onto the floor. He could feel himself crashing in the wake of his own adrenaline high. Relief and guilt tore through him by turns. Echo hadn’t died at the Citadel. Echo had been abandoned, handed over for torture and worse. Echo was here, now, and Rex had given the orders which had led to all three of those things.

Rex was so, so tired.

He pulled off his helmet and set it aside, unfastening his gauntlets and dropping them, as well as his gloves, into his upturned bucket. Here, in the semi-privacy of the ship’s cluttered bunk room, he could let his hand shake a little as he rubbed his face. No one was here to see. No one would hear, if his breath went a little unsteady. He let his head tip back and rest against the wall and shut his eyes, listening to the sounds of the ship. The thrum of the engines. Someone’s voice, probably Wrecker’s, muted and incomprehensible through the walls. Echo’s breathing.

Echo’s breathing?

Rex’s eyes snapped open again, landing on his brother.

Echo lay exactly where Rex had placed him, too pale and too thin with too many sharp metal angles to fully hide under the bunk’s thin blanket. He didn’t move. His eyes didn’t twitch under his eyelids.

His chest didn’t rise or fall.

No.

Rex scrambled across the floor. Echo wasn’t… They’d gotten to him in time. They’d saved him. He couldn’t be…

Rex’s hands landed on Echo’s shoulders, ready to shake him. Ready to check for a pulse. Something. Echo’s skin was cold. As cold as it had been fresh out of the cryo tank. Cold as the dead, and Rex would know. He’d held enough of his brothers as they’d died.

No.

Unnaturally pale eyes flew open. Echo gasped in a breath, expression momentarily wild and disoriented. Panicked.

Rex could relate.

“Rex?” Echo said, confused but breathing. Still breathing, but shallowly.

“Nothing,” Rex said, letting Echo go. “I just…” He trailed off, not wanting to finish that thought out loud. It was crazy.

No crazier than thinking Echo was still alive. Rex had been there. He’d seen the explosion. He’d seen the pieces. Clones didn’t leave their brothers behind, but at the time, Rex had been certain. No one could survive that.

“Just get some rest,” Rex said gruffly, pulling the blanket up a little further over Echo’s bony, pallid shoulders.

Echo was cold.