#tony I'm sorry i threatened your life ok i take it back damn

[elitehoe]

Flair and Callis on tv at the same time the fuck did I do to deserve this Tony??

[rhymingtree]

HAPPY FUCKING NEW YEAR

What better way to start off 2024 than with my favorite fictional darlings and villains. Am excited. We're gonna pretend I don't have a trip tomorrow. Or school on Wednesday. And unfinished assignments.

Darke, you've been one of the greatest parts of my year as well as your writing. I'm so glad I get to greet you a happy new year, and that I get to spend it talking to you.

Ok now time to suffer.

Oliver Walsh. He was in something of a box but that was putting it nicely.

A gift box. With a very violent demented lil present inside. Wrapped up with a pink bow and a fuck ton of security measures.

Fun.

Oh, but it's ginger... not so fun.

They gave him a cot? WHY? That's awfully nice of them.

Nearly the entire wound Perseus left reopened during the fight; you’d popped the stitches Raffa had done a few days prior and Oliver had somehow managed to tear it open further. The knife wound in your thigh was cleaner than he’d thought it would be; the bullet in your shoulder wasn’t. Neither were the breaks in your arm or the bruises on your ribs. Everything seemed to hurt. Even breathing was sometimes difficult but you were slowly making it through.

Damn... I know the answer to this question but I still gotta ask, how the fuck is she still alive?

Like

Gurl the grim reaper is watching you from the corner as you speak just staring at you in awe

I didn't mention it last chapter but I'm curious to see if Tony's gonna get any POVs going deeper into how he's processing the whole situation

But also, Peter. This is unfairly traumatizing for the poor kid. He's fifteen and already his trust issues are so severe that if I think far out enough, SM:FFH and SM:NWH would probably never happen. He'd probably learn not to trust anyone. When he meets Mysterio, he'll probably just remember Ghost.

And then he'll remember Oliver. And then it'll be, is Quentin like Ghost or like Ollie, is either conclusion even good?

I remember we talked about SM: FFH in the BSU and how Ghost and Jack would fit into the whole thing but...

is it too much to ask to just let the kid breathe? get some therapy first? Hang out with his friends and get into college and love MJ in peace?

What if he wanted nothing to do with you once he learned who you really were?

After all the sleep he lost trying to get you back? After all the memories he scoured through for a sign or a clue? Yeah, I doubt it girlie

“You should have killed him.”

Oh Jack... super soldiers of the same mind you two... it's a bit depressing

“Why didn’t you?” he asked, turning back to the man and folding his arms behind his back, “Fear?” “Love. For who he used to be,”

And now I weep harder

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. From this breath to my last. I love you through hell and heaven. Chaos and peace. I’ll always love you. No matter the time, or the place, or the circumstance, or the universe.” 

Damn Darke gimme a break before my fucking lungs collapse

Or the universe, don't FUCKING

I am taking no man as my husband unless they propose to me exactly like that. Word for damn word.

Buckyyyy

my boy i'm so sorry darke is hurting you

He was running himself in circles when he really wanted to run toward her.

Ow.

I also wanna run. Into a wall. Or off a ravine. Or into the sea. Or...

I love the whiplash of Jack talking to Ghost and breaking me apart in a few lines of dialogue and then Sam talking to Bucky and the bittersweet comfort.

Wracking guilt in two different tones. I love it.

And they allowed Wraith to waltz through the Tower like he owned it.

Well... Walsh would have blown the whole tower to fucking smithereens if he ever found out anyone besides Wanda knew.

He threatened the poor girl without even having to open his mouth. She knew more than anyone he was a ticking time bomb.

No but I genuinely feel so bad for everyone they kept in the dark

The accords fiasco wasn't entirely a personal conflict (excluding the reveal of who killed Tony's parents), it was personal experiences influencing political and tactical beliefs.

This is different. These were direct lies by people they trusted. By letting Walsh play them like fiddles, Steve, Clint and Wanda was walking a thin line between life and death, and every little move anyone made could snap that line and get them all killed.

Everyone deserves some free fucking therapy

now that i think about it, I wonder why the US government didn't see all the shit Ghost pulled in Europe and not sent tac teams on her ass.

Don't they usually stick their nose into that kind of business? Wouldn't the US do that?

Underneath the masks that the man wore, he was still Ollie. He was still his friend.

But Turner, your friend was the mask. He never existed.

Dark eyes flicked up at him as Walsh caught sight of him through the window. Walsh stared at him for a moment, his eyes never changed as a smile split across his lips to show off cracked teeth. His stare was blank, his smile nearly demented.

He'd do great in a horror thriller movie

She was wearing the same clothes she had when he’d seen her last.

Oof... I can smell her from here. My girl needs a shower. Maybe three.

I guess it's reassuring that even after everything, Ghost still had a heart to mourn the friend she lost and see the remaining glimmer in the rust. Even if it was never really there.

“No, sir.” “Don’t call me ‘sir’,”

Hmmm but you liked it

I like it too

Boone keep doing it maybe he'll take his shirt off

“If I can figure out time travel this weekend,”

Which reminds me

How is Thanos' rampage for the Infinity Stones going?

“What am I going to be doing?” “Me.”

Boone Cavanaugh, the luckiest woman on earth

“What are you—” She cut him off with a searing kiss and a Cheshire smile before she turned on her heel, “Montana! Go!”

Yall are killing me

Tony Stark fucking cockblocked them from miles away how fucking dare he

Duke took a shower. Good. Great. GHOST IT'S YOUR TURN THERE'S STILL SOME HOT WATER LEFT

GET YOUR ASS IN THERE YOU STIIIINK

Damn, Duke and Boone get their dicking down tonight but Ghostie and Bucky are left to mope in the most complicated LDR situation ever... Darke you're cruel

Death notices.

Hmm. The chill that just ran down my spine at this...

“He caught me off guard,” Boone said, pursing her lips, “I was almost in the middle of someone.”

Putting salt in Ghost's very lonely possibly very horny wound there...

“I’m in,” Tony said, a smirk playing on his face as Sam lifted his head from his hands.

Don't be so smug. You're only in because she let you in. Congratulating yourself for walking into a door someone else opened for you is pathetic.

But then again he's a nepo baby multibillionaire. He does it all the time.

The Phantom of Paris. The Killer in Kyiv. The Specter in Sicily. The Devil of Dubai.

Oohh I like the ring to those ones lets make more

Muerte en Medellin. Multo ng Manila. Prague's Phantasm.

I don't know why I included my own city in there, it's not like I want her here. She'll make the traffic worse.

Oh god, they know she'd been engaged now

They know so much now

They've seen her whole fucking life

“Кем она была?” Who was she? “She is everything.”

Well, to Bucky, yeah. She is.

Oh my god are they actually

IS HE ACTUALLY

FIRST PROPER REUNION???? SINCE THE GALA???????

REALLYYYYY???????

“Nap. Food. Shower. Repeat,” he said, holding up a finger after each word as he leaned back against the desk lazily, “At least three times. Maybe more.”

See? Raffa and I are in agreement here.

Emphasis on the shower part.

“When they said you felt things…more… More,” he said, his teeth clenching together as he flexed his fingers, “I didn’t think it meant this.”

Is it because the body produces more testosterone in super soldiers? Or is it estrogen that goes up? I cant remember which hormone elevates emotions but it's one or the other i think

It's probably testosterone

Or it could be a completely new hormone that pops up in super soldiers because their pituitary glands are whack now.

Who knows? I don't fucking know. I wish I did though.

I'm so scared that this whole kill him-don't kill him is just Darke putting people on edge

She's about to pull some shit

Thanos is coming and Darke is pulling some shit

How dare she

I can't be worrying about this many things in an economy like this, c'mon now

But you still hadn’t been able to listen until Raffa threatened you.

The chanclas that man can throw strikes fear in the heart more effectively than even Oliver's mere existence

What if he whips out the belt. Or the broom. Or just the rampaging Spanish.

He learned a lot from his abuela and he isn't afraid to apply his skills on Ghost.

BUCKYYYYY

OH IT REALLY IS A HAPPY NEW YEAR

HURRY START THE EMOTIONAL TALK

AND THEN TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF

... never mind he's mad he's fucking mad GHOST RUN

or no wait dont you've been doing that all year

im sorry i let my horniness get ahead of me again

“Cavanaugh was right,” he said lowly, his eyes softening, “You need a shower.”

SEEEEE?????

girl. you stink. The stench is making everyone brutally honest about it.

Maybe she'll actually do it if you're in the shower with her

nudge nudge wink wink

... i need to air myself out on a different fic because this is getting out of hand

oh

I forgot that when they do take their clothes off, Bucky is gonna see everything...

I was most definitely not in the right headspace to read this

He fought the urge to kiss everyone, to try to make it better despite everything they’d been through.

Oh stfu thats

thats too fucking sweet

You know how i'm like... ready for the angst adn gearing up for the crying I'm about to do and then Bucky says this:

“Woman,” Bucky said, exasperated, “Quit arguing with me.”

And it was the most dom thing I HAVE EVER IMAGINED

turns out I'll be weeping in more than one place tonight

ANYWAYS

“Is this…” you asked, glancing down at the soup he’d given you. He nodded, making sure the spoon didn’t slip from the bowl as you stared down at it, “It’s the only real recipe I know.” You frowned, looking up at him as your eyes began to sting, “I only made it for you once.” “Right after I found you,” he said with a tired smile.

Did you hear that Darke? Through the din of fireworks and firecrackers? Did you hear my heart crumble into pieces from miles away?

Now I want fucking soup.

And I want a Bucky to take care of me.

Oh my god.

wtf.

Perfect start to the year. I'm all haggard and sad and horny and so damn happy and I'm ready to fricking die.

I'm tapped out on caffeine. And on water. I'm dehydrated from all the tears I just let out.

Daaaarke

I'll be yelling at you later. I love you. Happy new year.

CHAPTER 101: DIVIDED WE FALL

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Thank you,

Darke

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“Destroy it,” the Doctor said without hesitation as the Soldier opened the door of an SUV for him.

“Yes, sir.”

“Ace?” the man hummed, glancing over his shoulder and caught the redhead’s attention, “All of it.”

Ace nodded, turning his back to the man and moving toward another car before he paused, “What about her?”

“She is gone,” the Doctor said, grabbing a new pair of glasses from inside the vehicle and sliding them up his nose, “For now. Come. We must move.”

The Soldier nodded, rounding the SUV and glancing down the hall before ducking inside the vehicle. It took off before he had time to close the door. The sound of the engine hummed through the dimly lit tunnel as it traveled.

The Soldier paused, glancing over his shoulder and at the darkening tunnel as the lights flickered.

“What is it?”

“Кем она была?” Who was she?

“She is everything.”

The Soldier nodded slowly, facing forward as the Doctor turned to look at him, “Я знал ее.”

I knew her.

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Til death do us part | Helmut Zemo

Bodyguard AU! 🕶

Gender neutral reader

Collage by @realremyd

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Part 5

Bucky got the Baron back to the hotel without issue. Well, no other issue than the Baron's complaints. Zemo insisted on several occasion that Bucky turn the car back around and they go get you.

Bucky didn't say a single thing to him. He just kept driving. When he pulled up outside of the hotel he climbed out and opened the back door. He grabbed the Baron by the arm, ignoring all his complaining as he escorted him into the building.

Zemo was promptly taken up to his room. He was going to push Bucky off of him, but Bucky had a tight hold on him. Zemo is pushed into his room and Bucky stands in the way of the door. He clasps his hands together in front of him and stands there stoically, facing the Baron.

Zemo glares at him.

"I hired you, you should do I say."

"Our duty is to protect you, and protect you we did."

"You let them behind."

"Our duty comes first," Bucky tells him.

"Your duty involves leaving your colleagues to fall at the hands of armed gangs?" Zemo is fuming.

Granted, Zemo didn't care much for you when you arrived at his home. You weren't the same as your colleagues. You didn't look like bodyguard material. He didn't think you were capable.

He was wrong.

You put your life before his to ensure your job was done. He disrupted that by climbing out of the car and checking on you.

Why had he checked on you?

"You left them to die."

Bucky doesn't say anything, but Helmut picks up on the slight shift of his stance. Bucky felt guilty, as he should, but he also carried out his duty.

Helmut watched as Bucky raised a hand to his ear to listen to whatever was being said.

Bucky lowered his hand and said nothing.

"Well?" Zemo asks.

"They got away. The others are returning here now."

"And Y/N?"

Bucky doesn't answer him. This infuriates the Baron more.

Zemo had been to war. He was Colonel once. He had his own squad. He had seen people die, but to think that someone he hired to protect him had died doing just that, it felt strange to him.

You had given your life for his.

Thirty minutes later, Steve and the other make it to the hotel. Steve knocks on the door, giving the code word they had agreed upon to let them know it was each other. Bucky let's them in.

Zemo stands from where he had been sitting in silence with his own dreaded thoughts.

His room is filled by the other bodyguards.

"Well?" He demands.

"They got away. We fear the will come after you again. I think we should bring your visit to London to an end and rearrange this meeting some other time. We will firmly get in touch with the representatives to discuss this for you. For now, until things cool down, we will keep you here for the reminder of your trip. We suggest you don't leave your hotel room until it's deemed safe again. They are still in the city," Steve says, standing in front of the Baron.

Zemo couldn't give a shit about the meeting.

"And your friend?"

Steve looks a lite taken back that the Baron was even asking. Zemo didn't like you. At least, he didn't before.

"They were escorted to the hospital immediately after the ambulance arrived. They passed out, but are stable."

Zemo's shoulder sink down from their tense position and he casts his eyes off to the side slightly. He sighs softly.

"Take me to them."

"No can do, sir. You are to remain here until the threat level diminishes, Steve replies sternly.

"I demand to see them."

"I'm sorry, sir. We can't allow that."

Zemo hates those words with a passion. He needed to know you were OK. He needed to see you with his own eyes.

He owed you an apology.

Helmut sinks back down into his seat and tilts his head back. He runs his hands down his face and sighs again.

You were stable. He'll take what he can for now, though he isn't happy about it.

"So, you're going to keep me locked in my room?"

"Yes."

That was aspect number two in which he hated. Zemo rises from his seat and makes his way over to the bedroom of his suite. He closes the door behind him.

Once he was gone, the band of bodyguard turn to each other.

"Is Y/N OK?" Clint asks.

"Do you have any idea how hard it was to leave them there and bring him back?" Bucky says.

"They're stable right?" Nat chimes in.

"That was insane," Sam remarks.

Steve holds his hands out in front of him and tries to get them to quiet down.

"Y/N is alright though, right?" Carol asks.

"They're stable. They were shot twice. Once in the shoulder, once in the hip. I don't think they were aiming to kill Y/N, just get them down," Steve says.

"That asshole got out of the car," Bucky tells them.

"He did?" Nat asked.

"Yeah, he went over to Y/N. He looked pretty damn worried too. Did we miss something?" Bucky asks.

"Maybe he feels guilty about being an asshole?" Clint suggests.

"I doubt that," Carol says.

"Whatever it is, don't worry about it. He's safe and Y/N will live. I have to make a call to Stark. Do not let him leave the room," Steve said, making his way outside into the hall.

Bucky stays planted by the door as the other scatter around and wait.

"Y/N was incredibly brave," Nat says, deep in thought.

"They're a brilliant bodyguard, we all know that," Sam says.

"Has Y/N ever been shot before?" Carol asks, trying to think back.

"Yeah, a while ago. It was years ago, back when they started," Sam answered.

"Damn, I remember that," she says, the memory coming back.

"It's going to take a lot more than that to bring our Y/N down," Bucky states.

They all agree.

In his room, Helmut was leaning against the door. He would hear them talking about you. He felt a fool for ever doubting your skills. To hear you had been shot at before made him wonder. You must really love your job if you could get shot at and carry on.

Then again, he should know how that feels.

Not only back in the army, but back on that day too. Walker had taken everything from him as a result of trying to get rid of him, only to fail. He paid the price that day.

He lived. They didn't.

He closes his eyes and tries to block out the horrid images which threatened to flood back into his mind. Sometimes he can see them when he closes his eyes.

You were in much the same position today. It was as if he was seeing it all over again.

Zemo pushes away from the door and falls onto the bed, trying to bury his face in his pillow.

"I don't want to remember," he mutters.

He falls asleep there, still dressed and disheveled. He sleeps right through dinner, which is left at his bedroom door untouched.

Most of the bodyguards had excused themselves from the room, returning to either their room or the hall.

Steve and Sam remained in Zemo's room.

It had been six hours since the shooting in central London. It was all over the news, which Steve had on, but kept the volume low.

There weren't any shots of the actual shooting, reporters only getting there after the event was over, but witness statements from people in the surrounding buildings gave a pretty good description of what went down there.

No one mentioned your sustained injury.

He was rather glad about that. You could recover in piece.

He hadn't told anyone yet about the phone call to Tony. He wasn't quite prepared to share the details until he had a chance to speak to you. He would do so in a couple of days. He had contacted the hospital and they agreed to call him when you were ready for visitors.

Sam looks a the untouched plate of food.

"You think he's going to eat that?"

The food had been brought up a short while ago. This would be the second meal they ordered that he hadn't touched.

"You can have it. I'll get him something when he comes out."

Sam picks up the plate.

"What do you think is wrong with him? He wasn't like this before."

Steve shrugs.

"I don't know. Something must have happened between them out there. Yesterday he couldn't understand what Y/N was even doing with us, today he's locked himself away because they saved him. I don't know what's going on."

Sam sighs softly.

"I'm at least glad he isn't hating them now though. Y/N is more than capable of protecting that asshsole. Hell, they proved it."

Steve just nods silently.

His phone begins to ring. Steve gets up and goes to answer it on the other side of the room.

Sam watches in interest.

Steve hangs up and turns back around to Sam.

"Y/N is awake. I'm going to go see them. Keep Zemo here. I'll call you later."

Sam nods and watches Steve go.

There were no words to describe how relieved Sam felt right now. You were going to be just fine. He knew you would be.

Probably best he didn't mention it to Zemo just yet.

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