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Variant trailer released

Directed by Tony Leech, Variant stars Ashlynn Yennie, Dino Antoniou, Sonalii Castillo, Josh Zuckerman, and Chelsea Yakura-Kurtz. When an artist struggling for purpose meets a mysterious yet charming stranger, she becomes entangled in his twisted attempts to ‘relive the perfect moment’.

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Does all of Coral Sea know of Floyd and Jades future mates? Cause I was wondering if they made a public “announcement ” of them to where maybe others know now not to get too close or else potentially suffer under their wrath. Or is it a more only family friends/family know like in Tony, Azul and Aspens case?

-🧀anon

Hmm, I'm assuming this is referencing PTM right? No, they don't announce it. Really, they don't mean for the people closest to them to be aware of their feelings. But it's quite noticible when one of the twins gets a crush.

Floyd will talk a lot about something once it's caught his interest. My people with the tism will understand, it's like when you get a hyperfixation and can't stop thinking or talking about it? Floyd's like that. When the others hear him gush about Riddle, about how funny he is, how small and cute he is, how Riddle kicked his ass their first meeting, everyone just assumed he would lose interest within a few weeks. Maybe months even. But Floyd's interest in Riddle has persisted…much longer than anything else he's ever been interested in. And his comments become less teasing and more soft, talking about how cool Riddle looked riding his horse, how he changed his tie into a bow, how he's been eating more sweets like tarts as of late. Then it turns into, "didja know that Goldfishie really likes strawberries? He just eats them up!" or "Goldfishie's real smart, I bet I could get away with asking him to tutor me to hang out. Nah I don't need it, I just want to mess with him." or even "I saw Goldfishie in the infirmary the other day, he was sleeping. He looks really pretty, peaceful like that." But the real thing that made everyone realize that there was something more is when he started referring to Riddle by name in his comments. Actual names are reserved for people he actually cares about, people that he would want to make an effort for to know them and their names. Just like how Azul is Azul, not Lil Octy, Riddle is Riddle, not just Goldfishie in his eyes.

Jade is surprisingly less subtle. It might be because be doesn't normally rant to people about his fixations, only going off in tangents once in a while. So when he starts talking about Yuu, it's immediately noticeable. More so when he doesn't shut up about them. The difference between Floyd and Jade is that Jade is aware that the others know, Floyd thinks he's being slick with it. It's why Jade can take teasing from the others relatively well, he knows they know and is mostly fine with it. At least until one of them attempts to get involved for his sake. Floyd and Azul have offered to fabricate scenarios, make comments, and help push Yuu to him. Usually in exchange for him doing something, or to stop growing his mushrooms in certain areas of the dorm. Aspen and Tony are the opposite, Aspen especially willing to get Yuu into scenarios that would make them unattractive or unavailable in Jade's eyes. Most recently, this we see this in the last chapter when Aspen is pushing Wynfred to go out with Yuu. Jade's not happy about it, Yuu is embarrassed, and Aspen is just trying his best to get Jade for himself. Tony eventually gets dragged into any trouble that Aspen gets himself into, willingly or not. Though, he is prone to gossip with Floyd and listen to his rambles about Riddle. He's surprisingly insightful, though that would require Floyd to listen to his advice.

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"October Sun" by Oisin Leech, M. Ward, Tony Garnier, Steve Gunn https://ift.tt/fzH67m1

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CHUUUUUUU AHHHH YOU ATE THIS UP ONCE AGAIN THIS WAS SUCH A FUZZY AND WARM READ OMG????????? I LOVE THE IDEA OF JADE BEING FHE MOST EMOTIONALLY AWARE OUT OF THE OCTATRIO LIKE YES GET A MAN WHO SOOTHES YOUR FEARS BY RUBBING YOUR SHOULDERS GET YOU A MAN WHO PAMPERS YOU TO THE BEST OF HIS ABILITIES EVEN IF HE DISMISSES IT AS SOMETHING THAT HE'S "supposed to do" LIKE NO OEASE COME BAKCLEPEALSE COME MY WAY JADEEHDHDJJ

As a Boyfriend: Jade Leech

Warnings: Tooth roothinf fluff,cringe and lol first time writing for a character that im not so close... BUT for my dear; @fukashiin <3

Jade is the most advanced person in terms of emotional intelligence between Floyd, himself and Azul! He just doesn't show it, or makes people hard to guess it with his slightly sadistic traits. But he is neither open to everything like Floyd and lives according to the moment or doesn’t get hysterical like Azul and make things get out of control. He analyzes everything and approaches the person with the most point shots in an emotional sense. Just like when he managed to impress you (;

He considers himself a loser in many things, and he didn't realize it until he met you... he thought he was incompetent in most things because he set himself back from everyone, but after he becoma lovers with you, he realized that this was an idea that could only be overcome. And this is actually also when he falls in love with you. Because he has always known that someone who can make him believe unexpected thoughts is his soulmate.

A romantic gentleman. Everything he does in the position of butler is a factor that is not a role for you. Are you tired? Your favorite drink is already ready. Are you sad? Why don't you lie down on that couch over there and tell him everything? Problems with the lesson? Here are the most profound books on this topic.

You're a new member of Mountain Lover Club! At first you thought you'd be so bored... (no, you definitely didn't join that club to impress Jade...) But taking mountain trips and determining the types of mushrooms from the book turned out to be more fun than you expected! First of all, there is no phone, it's a great Decoupling from the digital environment.... Secondly, you are drunk with nature, and at the end of every walk you become full of love and mushrooms. Finally and most importantly, you taste Jade in the most authentic way... when you two are alone together, he shows you his incredibly true self and always makes you feel soft inside.

One of the things that upsets Jade the most is the sadness of his loved ones. Floyd and you are at the top of this list. If someone has upset you... God bless them. I don't think he'll let them go without leaving a serious trauma. Even if this person is your family, he scares them in some way and makes them respect him. Because Jade is always an influential person. But if any event has upset you, what he will do is solve the incident as soon as possible as efficiently as possible, because he would rather drown the world than see you upset.

He's quite jealous. But he usually shows it to the person he's jealous of by making life a little hell because he doesn't want you to understand that he's jealous…

Swimming in the sea with you with the eel form, is his favorite. You're playing with each other, laughing like there's no tomorrow, and just.... You're together.... As you lean your foreheads against each other, the reflection of the setting sun on your face is an incredible happiness for both of you.

It may seem like he's the dominant person in the relationship, but actually you're the secret boss! He's just being angry at you and leading you so that you can be happy. (He's a complete malewife... When you get married, you get a 10/10 service in your home. He is a devoted husband! devoted to his spouse, *insert proud face with mop!*)

To be lovers together with Jade is to be able to say that you also have a close relationship with Floyd! You three are a chaotic group, and there are no people who can understand or put it in a sentence to describe the craziness you are doing. And that's why Jade loves you so much. Just as you can have peaceful moments when you two are together, all the calm disappears in an instant when you put your twin Decoupled! (Floyd is very happy thst you two are dating and even jealous that Jade is dating you... But that's another day's topic!)

All in all, Jade is both a gentle lover who has all the qualities you can look for and want, and a wonderful partner who can give you the most crazy and adventurous moments.

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Willow (chapter 2)

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Fem!ExAvenger!Reader

Chapter Summary: You are Bucky's assistant in his (flop) political career, Valentina is a bitch, you lie to Bucky, you meet 3 assassins and Bob, you almost die surrounded by 4 strangers.

Warnings: Mentions of Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Death, Dead Body, Guns, Gunshots, Injuries, Fight scenes, Canon-typical violence, Vomiting, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Cursing, Found Family, Cap Fam content, Reader is mentioned to be short, NWH has taken place, Valentina being a manipulative leech, John Walker Hate- click off if you don't want to read that, light soulmate AU vibes, Reader has magical abilities of the goddess Hecate (eg: necromancy, pyrokinesis, hypnokinesis, dark magic, etc. you can find the rest on rioridanwiki!), that’s all i think!

AN: ooo it gets juicy from here onwards hehehe.

PS: this is a work of fiction. I don't own any of these characters and I have made some changes to fit the storyline better and because it's an AU. I have taken all the information from google and riordanwiki. Incase I have gotten anything wrong, please let me know!

2027

If someone would’ve told your 10 year old self that you’d become Bucky Barnes’ assistant at 27 years of age, you’d laugh at them.

But that’s exactly what happened.

Bucky deciding to enter politics was still wild to you. How and why he decided that, you’re not sure. But it seemed to give him purpose, so you and Sam encouraged him.

Sam was also the one who told you to join Bucky. Because of your degree in psychology, Sam decided that you’d be the perfect candidate to help Bucky out after convincing you for days. (Tony made you go to college during The Blip, keeping up the promise of making you attend school. And now you had to train a hundred and ten year old man on how to act in front of the media and his colleagues.)

There was also a new addition to your list of best friends-Joaquin Torres, whose hyperactive and youthful energy kept you on your toes as you finally had someone of your age around you. He reminded you of another person you knew, but you simply couldn’t remember him or his name. It was a strange feeling—the memories were there, and they were so vibrant, but his face was blurry.

You quickly grew attached to Joaquin and Isaiah, the two of them becoming a vital part of your small family and you were devastated when Isaiah was arrested and Joaquin met with that accident on Sentinel Island.

Bucky and you visited them right away, with Bucky reuniting with Sam after 2 whole years. Why 2 years you ask?

Bucky had gone off to do god knows what, while you kept working with Sam, helping him around the office and on field when Joaquin was busy with his army duties.

After making sure he was alright, Bucky reassured Sam about his decision, and with an emotional embrace between the two men plus you, the two of you left to DC to work on Bucky’s next public appearance, with you promising Sam that you'd visit Joaquin as soon as he was conscious.

-

Bucky was a PR disaster.

No matter how much you trained him, he was a 110 years old, had no filter on his mouth, and with that perpetual grumpy face, he was not helping his public persona at all.

“Would it kill you to smile properly?”, you murmured through gritted teeth, keeping a fake smile plastered to your face as you walked beside Congressman Bucky Barnes around the senate building, wearing a black power suit to match Bucky's, throwing polite smiles at the other candidates while Bucky scowled, any attempts at a smile making it look like he had been stabbed in his gut instead.

“There’s nothin’ to smile about. I don’t know any of these people”, he grumbled next to you, looking sharp in his suit and long hair slicked back.

You pursed your lips, trying your best to not laugh at him. He was adorably old fashioned and out of place.

“Yeah, alright, peepaw. But you need to show those chompers to get all the votes, okay? So smile, before I tickle you", you threatened him loosely and smiled at another camera, the reporters crowding around you and Bucky, shoving mics into his face. He gripped the documents in his hands tighter, feeling like the tie was slowly choking him.

"Congressman Barnes, any words on today's hearing?", the tall reporter approached Bucky, her mic in front of Bucky while the others crowded his personal space.

You could feel the agitation rolling off of him in waves, standing right behind him and fiddling with your ring that concealed your twin celestial bronze daggers.

"Well, I'm not on the impeachment committee, but uh--", he paused, looking around the other reporters before continuing, "the-uh--rumors of uh--wrongdoing, are um--very worrying. They are, uh-- very concerning...and um--worrying, and uh--we're gonna get to the bottom of this uh--", he cleared his throat, "worrying issue."

You were this close to face palming yourself in front of the press. Your eyes were blown wide in disbelief, body frozen as you took in his horrible attempt at a comment and the way the reporters' faces fell.

And you were so sure that his face was, once again, molded into that classic resting face. He said a thank you and moved ahead, the movement snapping you out of your daze and you rushed to follow him.

"What the hell was that?!", you seethed and poked his stomach, his body jerking away slightly at that.

"I--I don't know! What am I s'pposed to say?!", he whispered back in exasperation.

"Anything! Maybe don't say 'worrying' thrice in a continuous sentence!"

He pouted and grumbled, "This is my first time, you're so mean", you threw a glare in his direction before composing yourself as the two of you entered the jury room.

The situation in question was regarding CIA director, Valentina Allegra De Fontaine's impeachment, due to her connection to illegal black ops projects. If someone would've asked you for your honest opinion, you would simply say that you hated the woman.

She was on a power trip and straight up insane, as told to you by Bucky, who received news from Shuri about what Valentina tried to do in Wakanda and even got Everett Ross arrested, who was her Ex-Husband. Even now, as you sat in the last row with Bucky and observed the hearing silently, the arrogance dripping from her tongue and her uncaring attitude towards the trial told you everything about the kind of person she is. You swore you'd do anything to stay away from her.

But it's almost as if the universe listens to your wishes and decides to do the exact opposite.

As soon as the session was over, Bucky had been whisked off by Congressmen Gary, and that left you standing in the huge lobby, passing the time by watching the memes sent by Morgan (yes you had a phone now, that Princess Shuri so gracefully made for you on Bucky's request, altering the signals and frequency with Wakandan high-tech. Ever since that happened, you'd been dying to meet her.)

You were grinning at the screen when you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned, "How was-Oh", you cut off the greeting when you saw that it wasn't Bucky but the devil herself and your smile dimmed instantly.

"Hi. Barnes' assistant, right?", Valentina flashed you a mechanical smile, that made her look like a wax figure, and her assistant was standing next to her with a confused look on the face.

You looked at the two of them in suspicion before smiling formally, going back into professional mode, "Miss De Fontaine. Yes, I'm his assistant, although he's actually speaking to-"

"Oh, no, no! I didn't want to speak to him. I wanted to speak to you!", she spoke in an over excited tone and the hair on your neck stood up.

"M-me? Why?", you laughed nervously, exchanging a glance with her assistant who subtly shrugged.

"To give you an offer!"

Your mouth fell open. You needed to get out of here and find Bucky, now.

"Uh-I'm not interested, actually-"

"Age: 27 years old, Biological Father deceased, Lived in a camp for demi-gods or whatever till she was 15, Has greek god powers, which is--wow, surprising, Rescued by the Avengers, been an active Avenger till 2023, lived in a sad little apartment for a year, worked with Captain America for 3 years and now working for Congressman Barnes. Excellent resume, I must say!", she listed off while smiling sardonically.

The soles of your feet were frozen to the marble floors. If you had to see yourself from the outside, you were so sure that you'd see your skin turn gray because you felt your heart stop at Valentina's words.

How the fuck did she find out about all that? That information was confidentially stored by Tony and only two persons other than him knew the key to it: you and Bruce. There's no way she found out about this so easily.

Valentina noticed your reaction and laughed casually, like she hadn't just dropped a bomb on you.

"Oh yeah, I know everything about you. It wasn't that hard, actually, when you have enough resources to get into sensitive data and retrieve information. Anyways, I have a vault in Utah. There's some...confidential stuff and assets, from a previous project inside the vault. Someone is trying to steal my stuff. You, will go there, and stop her", she finished, her eyes staring into yours intensely, as if she was hypnotising you.

You grimaced, looking her up and down in disgust, "Why would I do that for you?"

Valentina smirked, "Because...if you don't, I will leak your bio data with just one click and let the government do whatever they want with it. It could put you and your little camp at risk", she threatened with a sickly sweet smile on her face.

You let out an involuntary laugh, the disbelief and shock making you delirious, "You are actively threatening me. You know I could testify against you right?"

Valentina's face turned serious, your jab hitting her straight in the face, her left eye twitching with irritation.

"Foolish girl. I could still prove in court that you are a fraud and are lying to the state about a bigger threat", she seethed at you before relaxing again, "It'd be wise for you to just say yes to my deal. And don't try to tell James. Unless...you want to willingly shoulder the responsibility for whatever happens to him, too?"

You felt sick. If she stood here any longer, you were going to projectile vomit on her.

She was not only threatening to prove you as a fraud and enemy of the state, but also to hurt Bucky and blame you for it? This was so fucked up. You shouldn't have left Bucky's side. You could feel your magic boiling in your veins, itching to be released, your fingertips burning with the beginnings of a flame, eyes swirling with the purple hidden behind your natural irises. You had gotten much better at controlling your powers but it always went sideways whenever someone provoked you.

Valentina noticed your clenched fists and the slight flickering of the lights. She scoffed and patted your shoulder patronisingly. Your jaw ticked.

"Oh, Relax, there's no need for unnecessary drama. Mel, send her the coordinates to the vault. And make sure her phone is tracked. Let me know if she doesn't reach the vault by the next 2 hours, hm?", she instructed Mel and left, without sparing you a glance.

Mel looked at your heaving body and teary eyes with concern, "I'd listen to what she says. She's...", Mel gulped, "She can and will ruin your life. I've sent you the coordinates. Good luck", Mel whispered, before speed walking after Valentina.

-

You weren't sure how long you stood there, staring into nothingness with your hands shaking and feet sweating. It seemed like your body had shut down, your brain numb to any thoughts or information, ears producing that tinny sound, making everything sound like a distant hum.

"Hey, doll? You okay?", Bucky's quiet voice filled your ears and he stood in front of you, hands gently holding your arms and ice blue eyes staring at you in concern. That's when you snapped out of your stupor, glassy eyes staring into Bucky's blankly.

"What's wrong?", he asked in alarm, blocking your view from the crowd filling in the lobby now.

You swallowed thickly, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible before Valentina does something stupid.

"I-uh-I don't feel well. Can I go home?", you managed to spit out, your fingers playing with your ring again.

Bucky furrowed his brows. You usually hung around till he was ready to leave, not wanting to leave him alone with a bunch of strangers but it has been a long night and a day, you had come to the hearing immediately after visiting Joaquin in the hospital, so he understood that you must've been exhausted.

"Yeah, of course. You want me to drop you off?"

"No!", you blurted out, cursing inwardly for giving a knee-jerk reaction, "Uh- no, there's no need. I'll be fine. I have to uh-work on some papers and read the packets as well. So...I'll go on my own", you tried to give him a hesitant smile, your lips quivering lightly.

His intense stare cut through you as he tried to understand if something was off with you. Usually, you would've stayed at his apartment, to avoid the extra commute and he asked you to do so, so that he can keep you company. But he also knew that you needed your own space at times.

So he simply nodded and murmured a small, 'Okay', patting your shoulder with a smile.

You tried to return it as best as you could, rushing out of the venue right after. Bucky watched you go suspiciously, having taken notice of the tearful eyes, the shaky and fidgety hands and the clipped tone.

-

You hailed a cab and reached your apartment, gathering whatever gear you had, along with the specially designed suit that Tony had gifted you.

It was purple and black in colour, made out of comfortable Kevlar that would protect you from any severe injuries, even if your powers were enough to protect you. It was a lovely suit, Tony had even asked for your own input in the design. Your favourite part about it was the tapering fabric on the back, that ended below your knees and fluttered prettily every time you moved.

You changed into the suit and stuffed your enchanted rope in the carry on bag, along with your book of spells that you had turned invisible with the help of the mist, and actual knives that would hurt mortals. While packing, Valentina's words kept echoing in your ears like a mantra. How did she get her hands on this information? And why did she choose you instead of Bucky? You almost picked up your phone to call Happy and question him about the same when you paused.

You hadn't talked to Happy properly since--

May's funeral. Your heart fell into a pit of despair. You lost May two years ago, all because some pathetic villain from another dimension had gone loose. Happy wasn't the same since then, neither were you, and neither was...Neither was who?

You kept blanking on the same thing whenever you thought of May. There was someone else. Someone who you cared about. Someone who was important. But...how can you miss a person whose face never existed in your memories?

You decided to stuff your phone deep inside the bag and leave, the persistent ache pressing against your chest harshly.

You just prayed Bucky would not come after you so you left him a note, stating that you were visiting a friend from camp on emergency basis, enough to keep him distracted for a while.

You almost considered shadow travelling to reach the destination as quickly as possible, but then remembered the time you had gone to Bulgaria on a mission with Sam and tried to get home by shadow travelling. It was so exhausting, that you passed out for a week straight, putting Sam and Joaquin into distress. You couldn't afford passing out now.

That's why you opted to simply inform Valentina that you were ready and she sent you the location to an abandoned helipad, an OXE issued helicopter already parked there to drop you in Utah and she infirmed that your biometrics had already been entered in the system to give you access.

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After hiking up a mountain, you finally spotted the big and wide building, the area around it completely desolate. That alone, was sending off warning bells inside your brain. Valentina had sent you a photo of your target, a blonde, short woman who was dressed in a muted olive green suit, with a sharp look in her eyes.

You already hated working for Valentina, because there no proper debrief or plan that you had to follow, your disciplined half-blood and Avenger body protesting against her style of working as you grew more and more agitated.

"You'll know who she is once you get there", is what she had texted you when you asked for more details. What a loser.

"Perfect place for some shady shit", you muttered under your breath, the minimalistic but grandiose look of the vault was pretty in character for her.

Huffing and dusting away the dirt on your hands, you moved cautiously inside the building, it's automatic doors parting for you and opening up to a dimly lit lobby, the interior a mix of rocky surfaces, sleek floors, textured walls and 4 spherical elevators. You looked around the space, confirming that nobody was lurking before conjuring a protective bubble around you and entering one of the lifts, the revolving doors shutting close.

It took you approximately 20 seconds to reach the actual vault, the doors opening to a rectangular opening right in front of you. The entrance had heavy paneling around it, a white light illuminating around the edges and there was a large room inside, scattered with boxes, machines, papers and what looked like to be coffins. You felt your powers pulse at that.

As you exited the elevator, you heard grunts and metallic clinks, causing you to put your guard up as you heard more than one person's movements. You conjured a mist and concealed yourself, choosing to observe before attacking them.

As soon as you entered the room, 3 people were engaged in combat-- the blonde haired woman--your target, a masked person with armour and shield and a man who was dressed like--Steve? As you stepped closer you realised that it was John Walker, Walmart Captain America, Resident Asshole and #1 enemy of your family.

All of sudden a person appeared out of thin air, their body appearing in a particular--staticky way, like they were a damaged TV screen that phased in and out of view. The blonde woman was standing defensively behind a box, with John combating the armoured person.

John kicked the armoured person who landed on their back harshly before turning his attention to the blonde. He noticed her eyes flick over his shoulder and he turned around, the person coming into view in a cool suit and helmet.

"There you are", her Russian accent clear as day, as she addressed the phasing woman.

"Now what?", John complained, as usual, might you add.

"Oh, get over yourself", it was a woman then, and you already liked her for putting John in his place.

John took a defensive stance and the woman charged, phasing through him and appearing in front of the armoured person, punching them even further away in the room.

The blonde woman whipped around and used her tasers on the phasing woman, which passed through her body and latched onto John instead, who keeled over in pain. Her tasers looked quite similar to Natasha's widow bites, you noticed.

The phasing woman knocked over the armoured person before your target jumped on her back, the woman once again disappeared and let your target drop on the metallic floor before kicking her in the ribs, causing her to moan in pain.

"Stay out of my way!", the woman ordered your target and walked away.

You took that as an opportunity to pin down your target, dissolving the mist around you and casting a confinement spell, purple tendrils of magic looping around the woman and squeezing her.

"Wh-whaaat the hell is happening?!", she cried out, looking at her torso in concern.

"It's alright, don't fight against them or else they'll tighten", you calmly explained to her, glowing purple eyes focused on her intently, bright tendrils of magic bursting from your moving fingertips.

"Who the hell are you?!", she yelled in irritation, her blond hair messily falling onto her forehead and the other three stopped fighting, looking at you in confusion.

John's eyes widened in recognition and he let out a disbelieving chuckle, "No fucking way. (Name)? Sam Wilson's sidekick, (Name)? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question, John", you quipped.

Taking that as an opportunity, the armoured person drew an ignited arrow and shot it in John's direction, John's shoes scraping against the floor as the force of the arrow threw him back.

John retaliated by pulling out his gun and firing at the person, their shield coming up to protect themselves when suddenly someone jumped on your back, breaking your concentration effectively. Your hands came around your neck, pulling the person's hands away and heard a thud as your target fell to the ground.

The phasing woman turned you around, squeezing your throat and kicking you away before muttering, "You're new. Sit this one out", and walking over to the blonde, tackling her down and running over to John.

You gasped and let out a cough, your hand around your throat, when you saw your target flip over a table, dragging it down with her as a cover and John throw his shield in her direction, which bounced back from one of the coffin-like apparatus behind your target.

You groaned and steadied yourself on an arm, holding out your free arm in your target's direction and letting your magic lift the table away, revealing her crouched form behind it. You threw the table away in John's direction, throwing him in the opposite direction before fast-walking towards the blonde. You conjured a knife and hurled it in her direction, to which she replied with a duck and roll behind a container box.

John started shooting at you then, you clenched your jaw and lifted a hand, eyes glowing purple-blue from annoyance, right arm extended in front of you with your palm spread and stopped his bullets mid-air. He gaped at that in shock, before you sneered and flicked your hand, deflecting the bullets towards him. John brought up his shield to stop them, the bullets ricocheting off his shield and piercing into the many containers.

He recovered quickly and both of you ran towards the blonde, her shooting the widow bites in both of your directions and you fell to the floor, convulsing from the electric shock.

Everything was a blur for few minutes and then—a gunshot. A body fell behind you. The blonde released you from the bite and you turned around breathlessly, holding yourself up on shaking arms to see that the armoured person had fallen to the ground, a gunshot right in the middle of their skull shaped mask.

The phasing woman retracted her helmet, her brunette hair coming into view when the four of you heard gagging and sounds of bile hitting the floor from across the room.

All of you whipped your heads around to stare at the sound before standing in alarm—the blonde pointing her gun at the phasing woman, her pointing it at John and John pointing his at you. You stood with your arms extended, fiery swirls emanating from your fingertips, body charged with adrenaline as the dark and moody environment helped your magic strengthen.

All of sudden, the three of them slowly turned their heads towards you, three guns pointed in your direction.

Your hands raised up further in defense, "Wait. She hired me like...a few hours ago. I don't work for her. I'm just here to take you out", you admitted while pointing at the blonde, the flames moving with your hand.

Suddenly, a voice spoke up from behind a huge container.

"Oh...Is she actually..?"

All of you turned to the voice, their weapons and your magic up in defense towards a…

Tall man in hospital scrubs?

He tried to run away from your group, running towards the opening of the room when the heavy metal doors shut close, making a loud bang and causing him to stop abruptly before he turned around in loss.

He had shaggy brown hair that curled at the ends, arms up in the air and even though he was quiet tall, the scrubs were oversized on him, making the sleeves cover his hands and pants pool around his feet a little.

There was something weirdly charming about him, his voice was solid and very deep but his features were soft, a dopey smile and dazed expression on his face that made you think he was either high or had just woken up from a nap.

“the…”, he continued while pointing at the armoured person lying motionless on the floor.

You felt an odd tug in your chest, something about him was drawing you in, a faint flutter in your stomach and a bell going off in your head that he was not as ordinary as he seems.

“Oh. Oh, no”, your target replied, sparing a glance at the dead body in the room.

“Hello, Hi…I-I’m Bob”, Bob nervously introduced himself, a hand raised in greeting. You noticed the way he kept jittering and shuffling, as if his body couldn’t stay still for more than 5 seconds.

The phasing lady squinted her eyes at him, “Who are you?”, getting closer to him with her gun still raised.

Bob furrowed his eyebrows, “I-I’m Bob. I-I told you, I’m..yeah. I’m Bob”, he replied in a shaky voice, his arms raised above his head in surrender.

You tilted your head, trying to figure him out.

“Jesus Christ, Stop saying ‘Bob’”, John complained and you rolled your eyes.

“Who sent you, Bob?”, Yelena questioned him.

Bob’s face shifted in confusion, “Nobody. Why would they send me?”, he pointed at the four of you then, “were all of you sent?”

His eyes sweeped over the group before landing on you, body momentarily freezing in place, eyes widening just a fraction. You felt your body light up with goosebumps, your concentration wavering and the flames around your hands disappeared completely.

“Whoa. Are you doing that? That came out of your body?”, Bob said in awe, his eyes wide with wonder.

You felt your mouth twitch slightly, his enthusiasm was magnetic and you shrugged casually.

“That’s so cool. Wh-”

“Hold on. Who are you?”, your target cut off Bob and turned her attention towards you. Bob closed his mouth and observed you closely.

You coughed lightly before introducing yourself, “I’m (Name). I wo—I used to work with the Avengers.”

Walker snorted in humourlessly, as if your introduction personally offended him. You looked at him furiously, an eyebrow quirked in irritation.

“You got any problem with that?”, you seethed.

“Oh, nothing, except the fact that you are one of their strongest members, you have a mysterious past that nobody has found out yet, you worked with Stark, Wilson, and now you work with Bucky. Isnlt that right, Miss all rounder?”, he sassed.

Bob let out a breathy ‘Wow’ while your hands shook with agitation, a violent purple glow slowly taking over them before your target cocked her gun and pointed it at you and Walker, the phasing lady watching the three of you in boredom.

“That’s enough! Why are you here, (Name)?”

You clenched your hands into fists and looked at her, “Valentina sent me kill you. Said you were stealing OXE’s assets. I don’t even know who you are. Are you a widow?”

Yelena’s face shifted in shock, her gun slightly lowered, “I’m Yelena, why do you ask?”

Shrugging, you crossed your arms around your chest and pointed at her wrists, “Those are widow’s bites. I was trained by Natasha Romanoff.”

Yelena’s eyes widened, her eyes coated with a light sheen of tears. The phasing lady rolled her eyes again.

The phasing lady exhaled, “I'm not sure what's going on here, but you're all exhausting and my job is done”, she moved away from the group and you furrowed your brows. Yelena quickly recovered from her moment to reply.

“Oh, I bet. You see my job, is watching you. So, no, you're not going anywhere else”, Yelena rebutted, her gun pointed at the other woman’s direction.

Walker scoffed again, “So you're watching her, huh? That's a halfway decent cover for someone stealing OXE’s assets.”

You paused before jumping in, “He’s kinda right about that.”

Yelena gave you a brief glare, “I'm not stealing. She's stealing.”

All of you stared at her silently and the blonde closed her eyes in resignation before lifting her arms up in surrender, “Okay. It’s clear that we have all worked for Valentina in some kind of shadow ops role.”

“So what?”

Yelena moved her hand with the gun in a circular motion, “So all of this is OXE’s mysteries. But so are we.”

“Which makes us the unknown liabilities in this…”

“Speak for yourself”, Walker defended.

“We're the evidence and this is the shredder. She wants us gone”, Yelena snapped, her hand making a ‘cutting the neck’ motion.

When she said the word ‘shredder’, you truly looked around the warehouse. There were four large openings above you, covered in heavy metal, dark and hollow inside, making it look unsettling. You should’ve noticed that the moment you came in.

“Your theory is flawed”, Walker brushed her off.

“Oh please. Go on.”

Walker cleared his throat before beginning his speech, “Fine. Well, let's look at the facts. The infamous Ghost, Ava Starr, A SHIELD reject on the run across 15 nations”, he pointed at the phasing lady— whose name was Ava, as you just found out, “Dead girl over there, she destroyed half of Budapest—”

“Don’t talk about that”, Yelena frowned.

“—You, A former Red Room assassin. Only God knows the blood on your hands”, Yelena rolled her eyes.

Then Walker turned to you, a stupid smile plastered to his face, his equally stupid helmet making him look like a raccoon. You raised your eyebrows in challenge.

“And you. Well, you’re quite special, yet we know nothing about you. If Valentina selected you to take out someone like Yelena, then she must have some interesting dirt on you, for sure.”

You pursed your lips in subtle annoyance and nervousness, Valentina’s threat ringing in your ears.

“Pretty rich coming from a dime-store Captain America”, Ava scoffed and you let out a breathy chuckle.

“I want you to know I was actually the official Captain America, so—”

“Yeah, for like two seconds”

“Before you publicly murdered an innocent man in the streets”, Ava added.

"Really? Define innocent.”

You whipped your head to look at Walker, a surprised look on your face.

“Are you sure you to be publicly embarrassed like that, Walker?”, you challenged him.

Walker pursed his lips, his face flashing with something akin to regret before he puffed his chest out again, “Hey, look. I'm a decorated war veteran, okay? I have a loving wife and a son. Let's be honest. You guys are just cheap mercenaries, alright? So clearly I wasn't supposed to bring you in.”

You, Yelena and Ava let out disbelieving snorts. Walker stared in a dumbfounded manner.

“That was funny. Thanks. We needed that”, Yelena taunted him in between chuckles. John rolled his eyes.

“It's getting pretty tense in here….”, Bob’s voice rung out and all four of you turned to look at him.

Your eyes lingered on him and his smile, the way his fidgeting and nervousness bled into his chuckle, before he suddenly stopped, his energy dimming by looking at Walker’s glare.

“…For a second”, he cleared his throat and ducked his head down, hiding behind the container again.

You glared at Walker, hating the way he seemed to take out the good energy in the room just by being his insufferable self.

“I'm not leaving here without completing my mission. Valentina gave me a clean slate guarantee and I'm not going to blow it. But this weirdo wasn't part of the job, so I need to know. How did you get in?”, he asked Bob in irritation.

Bob shuffled, “I don’t remember.”

You narrowed your eyes. He was lying. You could feel it.

“Are you sure about that?”, you asked him carefully, his wide eyes looking at you now, mouth agape and hands wringing each other.

“I-I-”

“Excellent answer. Alright, tie him up”, Walker interrupted him.

“Can you shut the fuck up for a minute?”, you gritted your teeth.

“Wow”, Yelena flatly replied.

“No, and goodbye”, Ava announced and moved around the dead body to take out all the weapons.

“Hey. Job or not, could you have some respect, please?”, Yelena chided.

“Yeah, Jesus. Get outta here”, Walker mock agreed with Yelena before moving around Ava to remove the knives from the body.

You and Yelena stared at him in disgust.

“What? She’d want me to have it”, he defended himself and you rolled your eyes.

“Who is that?”, you asked Yelena curiously.

Yelena’s face dimmed, “We…worked in the Red Room together. She was the commander, General Dreykov’s daughter, Antonia Dreykov.”

You stared at Antonia’s body before your face shifted in recognition.

“Dreykov….Oh shit. Natasha told me about this. She went through a lot”, you mumbled solemnly and once again Yelena stared at you in that emotional way, her eyes shining with a pain that you couldn’t pin point yet.

You looked at her closely, trying to decipher what was going on in her head but she was already focusing on something else. Likely avoiding any type of confrontation.

Suddenly there was a low hum and a gradual increase in the room’s temperature, bouts of hot air hitting the top of your head, like someone was breathing down your neck. You looked around in alarm, hands tingling with adrenaline.

“What was that?”, you questioned, unsure if you were imagining it.

“Doesn't sound like a shredder.”

“It's an incinerator”, Ava informed, confirmed your fear. Yelena turned around and then you noticed it, the timer on the wall. It was counting the minutes and seconds till your imminent death.

“Two minutes. Then Valentina's slate is clean”, Yelena replied.

“You don't know that for sure. It could be for anything. It could be for when they come to pick me up”, Walker was being as delusional as ever.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, “Good god.”

“You feel that? Temperature's rising dramatically like heat is involved?”, Ava seethed and that got him to look around, the smug smile wiped off his face.

“Well, it is an incinerator.”

“Oh, boy. That is not a way to go”, Bob spoke from behind you.

You jumped a bit and turned to face him, curls framing his eyes and eyes blown wide. Since he was so close, you could finally see that his eyes were blue in colour. Not the kind of pale blue like Bucky, a deep blue, a colour that was close to that of a clean ocean body surrounded by healthy reefs. A colour like the brightest sapphire. It suited him well.

Suddenly his eyes shifted, looking down at you in interest. He was quite taller now that he was right next to you, so you had to crane your neck to look at him properly.

His eyes sparkled and you felt a tug in your chest, something that was pulling you close to him, something that made you feel like there was a connection between the two of you. Your heart was beating faster for some reason.

Bob wasn’t doing any better.

He wasn’t sure why, but right from the moment your eyes met across the room, he felt like you had hypnotised him. He couldn’t help but feel his hands twitch from the effort to not put them on your face. Almost like there was this invisible string that was tying you both together. He swore he saw your eyes sparkle in the low light of the shitty warehouse. And he was captivated by the purple glow that would take over you, the way your natural eye colour would blend into it and fade away depending on your emotions.

He felt his heart thunder against his ribs and he cursed inwardly, because Bob could feel that he was falling for you. Already.

“How would you like to die, Bob?”

Fuck John Walker and his nasty little attitude.

Bob and you jumped apart and you whipped your head around to throw another glare at Walker, Bob sulking once again after his comment.

If looks could kill, Bob was so sure Walker would be so dead right now. But also, your annoyed face was kinda hot, he thought. Bob felt his cheeks warm up at that and he bit his tongue to calm himself down.

“Alright, Ghost lady”, Yelena called out.

“Ava.”

“Sure, whatever. I don't care. We need to help you phase through these walls so you can open the door.”

“She already tried”, Walker said.

“I know she did, but we haven't tried shutting down the sound barrier. They built it just for her. It has to be an independent power source”, Yelena instructed and started looking around for any panel that had the controls to the sound barrier.

Bob looked around aimlessly and you grabbed his forearm, suddenly feeling brave enough to touch him, “Come on, let's go”, you told him while pulling him away in the opposite direction with you.

Bob stared at you in shock but he let you manhandle him, even though he was several pounds heavier, taller and stronger than you, “What exactly are we looking for?”

"For-" "We're looking for, not stupid questions, Bob", Walker interrupted you once again.

"I will make sure you don't leave this place alive, John", you threatened him and dragged Bob along, taking his help to move the boxes and touching the walls to look for any clues.

"I think I found it. Come here", Yelena called out and you made your way over to her, gathering around a protruding panel that was barely visible against the red light.

"Alright, I can override this", you offered and braced yourself to use your magic against it when suddenly--

"On your left!", Walker warned you barely in time, you felt hands pull you out of the way before Walker rammed into the panel with his shield, breaking the panel open.

You stared at him with your mouth open, "Not a single, original, bone in your body, huh?", you spit at him before the hands on your elbows gently pulled you away.

It was then, that you turned around to see who it was.

Bob. His warm yet huge hands engulfed your elbow completely. Your stomach fluttered.

He looked at you with his gentle eyes before slowly releasing your arm, "I-I'm sorry."

You just stared at him and he averted his eyes shyly.

"Well, that works."

"I hope."

A muffled sound rang in the room, signaling that the sound barrier was broken.

"Go, go, go go go", Yelena instructed Ava, who activated her helmet and successfully phased through the door.

The timer was ticking.

15 seconds till you're all burned alive.

"You think she's coming back?", Bob's scratchy voice asked in worry.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

10 seconds.

"Should have seen this coming. I'm sorry", Yelena muttered lowly.

You felt your stomach lurch at the fact that Ava had really left you all behind to die.

"She left us", you whispered, your throat closing up with the anxiety clouded in your lungs. You didn't even get to say goodbye to Bucky or Sam. They don't even know where you are.

5 seconds.

The room got hotter. You felt beads of sweat roll down your temple and neck, your breathing laboured. Hot puffs of air were hitting you constantly, your eyes burning with the heat and the unshed tears pooling in them. Your body shook with the need to release the pent up frustration but the panic clawing up your throat, and the darkest parts of your mind whispering that you deserved this, made you stand helplessly.

3 seconds.

You said a silent goodbye to your small family--to Bucky, Sam, Joaquin and Isaiah. To Pepper, Rhodey, Happy and Morgan, and closed your eyes in resignation, your luck had finally run out.

At least you'd reunite with your dad, Tony, Nat and Steve--the thought comforting you in a bitter-sweet manner.

The doors suddenly opened.

Your eyes snapped open before someone grabbed your hand and pulled along, running towards the door.

The moment you stepped outside the threshold, there was a loud blast, the entire room lighting up in red, hot, tendrils of fire and throwing you all against the stone walls. Some of the hot smoke and puffs of fire licked your skin, your head smacking against the rough stone, causing you to pass out promptly.

Your hand was still clasped tightly by someone.

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Tw: Cussing, Angst, Death, Sorrow, Crying, Angry Tony

Part 1

Touch that Takes - Part 2

The observation room is dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the screens lining the wall. Collins stands with his arms crossed, watching the footage with clinical interest.

On the monitors, Leech crouches in her cell, black tendrils occasionally rippling across her skin like dark veins.

Dr. Lindstrom enters, tablet in hand. "You wanted to see me?"

Collins nods without turning. "The physical conditioning is progressing well. Hunting abilities exceed expectations. But there's something missing from her skill set."

"She's lethal at close range," Lindstrom says defensively. "The absorption radius increases weekly."

"And how does she get close to high-value targets? Ones with security? With weapons?" Collins finally turns. "She needs finesse. Subtlety."

Lindstrom frowns. "Subject 437 is barely verbal. Primitive instincts dominate—"

"Then we need to cultivate different instincts," Collins interrupts. "Bring in Mistress Vega. It's time for a new phase of training."

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The quinjet lands with a dull thrum. No one speaks as the team disembarks. Rain streaks across the tarmac, grey and listless, soaking their boots and shoulders. It mirrors the mood.

Inside, fluorescent lights flicker half-heartedly as they reconvene in the common area.

Bruce’s fingers drum nervously against a tablet. “There’s no trace of her biometrics. Nothing on satellite. Nothing on the electromagnetic scan.”

Clint leans forward, rubbing his hands over his face. “We’ve been through seventeen facilities. Either she’s gone or…”

“Don’t,” Natasha cuts in sharply. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

The quinjet slices through the dusk sky, its engines a low, persistent hum.

Inside, the team prepares.

Bucky sits in the back corner, his metal arm clenched tight around the edge of the bench. His jaw is locked, eyes staring into middle distance—but he’s alert.

Listening.

Feeling.

You’re not in any of Tony’s global scans. But this base—newly uncovered, almost surgically hidden—has Hydra written all over it.

He taps his comm once. “We get in, we check for hostages first.”

Tony rolls his eyes from the cockpit. “Yes, Sergeant. Everyone knows 'Doll Protocol' is now mission standard.”

Bucky doesn’t flinch. “She’s not a protocol.”

"She means something to all of us Manchurian Candidate" Tony snaps back.

Natasha takes point—lethal, silent, efficient. Sam and Clint provide overwatch. Steve kicks down reinforced doors with a vengeance only grief and guilt can fuel.

Bucky moves like a machine—measured, deliberate. But there’s fury beneath every strike.

Every Hydra agent that doesn’t talk is left groaning behind him.

Then Bruce, scanning the lower levels, stops cold. “I’ve got something—life signature. Sub-level three.”

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The door opens with a hiss. Inside is a chamber filled with cracked screens, overturned medical carts, and a faint pulsing from the center of the room.

She stands barefoot in the wreckage.

Hair tangled. Eyes glowing faintly. Her arms are slightly raised in a defensive posture.

Everyone halts—tension thick.

“Who the hell—” Clint starts, bow raised.

Steve holds up a hand. “Easy.”

The red head's eyes settle on them like she’s measuring each of there souls.

Then they land on Bucky.

“You’re too late,” she says simply.

A red light pulses around her hands defensively.

Tony steps forward, palms up. “Hey—red eyes, big hair—great. We’re not here for you. We’re looking for someone they took.”

“She’s not someone anymore,” The girl, Wanda replies quietly.

“What the hell does that mean?” Nat growls, taking a step forward.

Wanda doesn't move.

“They broke her,” she says finally. “Tore her open. Rebuilt her in their image.”

The silence is immediate. Heavy.

“She tried to fight it,” Wanda adds. “She wept through it.”

Bucky steps forward, slowly. His voice is rough but controlled. “Where is she ?”

Wanda’s glow flickers, as if his tenderness confuses her. “You think she’s still the woman you knew.”

“I know she is.”

Wanda tilts her head, eyes narrowing with some deeper sorrow. “Then you’re not ready.”

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The team regroups, subdued.

Thor sits silently, Mjolnir resting against his knee. “She spoke as though your Lady were a weapon now,” he says.

Bucky doesn't answer. He just clutches your compact mirror in his pocket like an anchor.

Nat leans against the wall, arms crossed. “Wanda’s words were half warning, half eulogy.”

Steve speaks up. “They didn’t find a body. That means she’s alive.”

Tony’s voice is quieter than usual. “Or worse.”

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Mistress Vega observes Leech through the glass for nearly an hour before speaking.

"This will be challenging," she says finally. "But not impossible. I've worked with less promising material."

When they bring Leech to the new training facility, she moves cautiously, scenting the air like an animal. This room is different—furnished with a bed, chairs, a small dining table. Mirrors line one wall.

Vega enters alone, unafraid. Leech immediately drops into a predatory crouch, black tendrils curling from her fingertips.

"Stand up straight," Vega commands sharply.

Leech hisses, tendrils extending.

The electroshock collar around her neck activates instantly. She writhes, clawing at the metal band until the current stops.

"Stand up straight," Vega repeats.

Slowly, reluctantly, Leech rises to her full height, shoulders still hunched defensively.

"Better," Vega says. "Now walk to me. On two feet. Like a woman, not an animal."

Leech's first steps are awkward, unsteady after months of scuttling on all fours. But her body remembers, muscle memory gradually returning.

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A storm brews outside, matching the mood in the Tower.

Rain traces silver streaks down the reinforced glass as the team gathers around the table—silent, haunted. Wanda stands before them, her crimson eyes dim, her posture guarded.

Steve is the first to speak. “What do you mean, they gave her serum?”

Wanda looks toward the floor, her fingers twisting in the hem of her sleeve. “Hydra was obsessed with legacy. The Winter Soldier program was the past. You—” she flicks her gaze at Bucky, “—were the mold.”

“She was the next version. They called her 437. She was the only one who survived the process.”

Tony scoffs from his seat, feet up on the table, a half-drunk glass of bourbon clinking in his hand. “Of course Thumbelina’s got a serial number. Real Hydra-chic.”

“She has abilities now,” Wanda continues softly. “But they’re... unstable. They're linked to some kind of Hunger.”

The team absorbs this like a punch to the chest.

“She clung to—her voice, in the walls of that facility... she called for him.”

Wanda turns to Bucky.

“She begged for you.”

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They bring in the first test subject at the beginning of the second month with Mistress Vega.

He's a Hydra agent who's been told only that he's participating in an evaluation exercise. Young, arrogant, unaware of the true purpose.

Leech is dressed carefully—a simple black dress, hair arranged artfully.

"Approach him," Vega instructs through the earpiece they've fitted her with. "Make eye contact. Touch his arm when you pass."

Leech's movements are still rigid, but she manages to brush against him, her eyes catching his briefly.

The moment her fingers make contact, black tendrils instinctively surge from beneath her skin. The agent screams, collapsing as Leech begins to feed.

The session ends with the agent dead and Leech back in isolation for three days without feeding.

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Tony’s in a tank top, sunglasses on despite it being nearly midnight. A drink in hand, wires strewn across the floor, a half-finished Gaunlet twitching on the bench.

He throws the glass across the room—it shatters against the wall.

“Great job, Stark. Fantastic. Build her a cozy suite, let her wear slippers, make it so she sass's JARVIS, and she still gets snatched by Nazi fanboys with a syringe fetish.”

He’s spiraling.

JARVIS flickers in the corner, his voice neutral. “Sir, perhaps a rest—”

“No!” Tony shouts, fingers flying over a console “I rest, she dies.”

He spins back to another screen, bloodshot eyes burning.

“She’s not a weapon. She’s not 437. We get her back, or we die trying.”

The sun rises over dew-soaked lawns as a new chapter begins for the Avengers.

Stark Tower has been left behind.

The compound is larger, quieter, more remote. A fortress rather than a beacon.

It’s too quiet without you.

Bucky watches from the eastern balcony, hair tied back, coffee untouched in his hand. He wears a black long-sleeve and cargo pants, boots planted shoulder-width apart as though still expecting an ambush.

His new environment is sterile, too clean, and it itches under his skin.

The wind brushes across his face, tugging faintly at the hem of his shirt. Somewhere inside, FRIDAY chirps at Peter about curfews and containment zones.

But Bucky doesn’t hear that.

He’s thinking about how you’d sit beside him on mornings like this, maybe wrapped in a blanket too big for you, sipping tea with sleepy eyes, he thinks you'd like the trees.

“Mornin’, Doll, We got you your own Central Park” he says to the empty air.

His voice is entirely his now. But soft—always soft when he says your name.

The transition happens slowly but surely. The creature they call Leech begins to fade, and fragments of you begin to surface—not memories, exactly, but sensations. Awareness.

You stand before a mirror in your cell, watching yourself move. The gestures are practiced, fluid—nothing like the jerky, animal movements of Leech. When you tilt your head, it's calculated. When you smile, it doesn't reach your eyes.

But it's you moving now, not just Leech. The distinction is subtle but profound.

Dr. Lindstrom enters, keeping a careful distance. "We have a mission for you."

You turn, head tilted in that not-quite-human way that even months of training couldn't eliminate. Your response is a single nod.

"Former intelligence agent," Lindstrom explains, sliding a file across the table. "He has information we need. He's paranoid, heavily armed, and has evaded three previous extraction teams."

You open the file, studying the photograph. Middle-aged man, military bearing.

"He trusts no one," Lindstrom continues. "But he has... predictable weaknesses."

You understand. This is why they trained you differently. This is why they taught you to hide the monster beneath smooth skin and practiced gestures.

As Lindstrom leaves, you return to the mirror. You practice the expressions they've taught you—vulnerability, interest, desire. You let the black veins that occasionally surface beneath your skin recede completely.

For a moment, you almost resemble the woman from the photographs—the one who cooked in sunlit kitchens, who held hands with a man who might have had blue eyes ?

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Glass walls frame the high-tech lab. Metal arms weld delicate circuitry. In the center, a synthetic being floats above the table—Vision. He isn’t awake yet.

Tony rubs his eyes with the heel of his palm, watching the synthetic eyelids flicker.

He mumbles, “You better be worth it, Tinman 2.0.”

Peter pops his head in, laptop in one hand, sandwich in the other.

“Hey, uh… Mr. Stark? I finished that—oh. Is that the vibranium guy?”

Tony waves a hand, pacing. “It’s a work in progress. Like me. Like you. Like all of us who let her down.”

Peter’s face falls. “You mean. The one Mr Barnes…”

Tony looks at him. Just looks. Then nods once. “Yeah, kid. Her.”

Loki lounges on a padded bench in the containment cell, green-black armor reduced to a simple shirt and trousers.

Bucky checks his rifle over with the precision of a man with seventy years of fighting under his belt.

Loki twirls a deck of cards, flicking them through the air with lazy grace.

Watching.

Accessing.

“You’re wasting your time, soldier,” Loki drawls. “If they have her, she won’t remember your face.”

Bucky’s jaw tightens. “She will.”

“Oh? And what makes you so sure?”

Bucky steps forward, arms folded. His metal fingers flex slowly.

Loki tilts his head, thoughtful. “Your sentiments mirror my brute of a brother, all heart no logic, they'll break her.”

Bucky's Jaw ticks with unfiltered rage.

The club is dark, crowded, perfect for hunting. You move through the press of bodies, fighting the instinct to feed on every warm pulse that brushes against you. You have specific prey tonight.

The target sits at the bar, nursing a whiskey, eyes constantly scanning exits and entrances. Paranoid, as reported. Dangerous.

You approach indirectly, positioning yourself where he can observe you without being obvious. You're dressed to attract attention—but not too much.

The vulnerable seductress.

When his gaze finally lands on you, you allow a flicker of flirtation to cross your face—just enough to intrigue.

It takes seventeen minutes before he approaches—longer than average, confirming his caution.

You don't speak. Instead, you offer a small, uncertain smile. Your eyes—carefully controlled to appear normal, not the black pools of hunger they truly are—meet his for exactly three seconds before dropping away.

The conversation progresses in this manner—him speaking, you responding with minimal words and maximum physical cues. Your hand occasionally brushes his arm. Your eyes hold his gaze a moment longer each time. Your body turns toward his, open, inviting.

Later, in his safe house, he lets his guard down completely. Shows you maps, contact information, everything Collins sent you to retrieve.

"You're safe here," he tells you, misreading your vigilant scanning of the room as fear rather than a hunters assessment.

When he moves closer, offering comfort intended to become something more, you don't recoil. This, too, was trained into you.

His fingers brush your cheek. "You've been through hell," he says softly.

You look up, allowing a single tear to track down your face—another technique Mistress Vega drilled into you for weeks.

When the black tendrils finally emerge, wrapping around his throat, his chest, his face, his expression isn't fear—it's betrayal.

He dies still believing you were someone worth saving.

As his desiccated body slumps to the floor, you collect the intelligence materials methodically.

Mission complete.

"Your training is impeccable, you are a masterpiece" Collins tells you.

In your mind, Leech stirs, hungry and pleased. But somewhere deeper, buried beneath layers of conditioning and chemical manipulation, something else flickers—not quite a memory, but a feeling.

Warmth.

Safety.

The ghost of laughter, and Blue eyes.

Bucky enters the suite in the compound softly, as if you'd be asleep in bed, it's his suite, but it's every bit yours too.

The whole suite smells like you.

The dim light from the hallway spills across the room Bucky had arranged it like your room at the tower both a scantuary and a shrine—soft, golden. Everything is in its place. As if you'd left it that way. Your little notebook is tucked under your pillow. A scarf hangs off the chair you always curled up in.

He moves to the dresser and pulls open the top drawer.

Your things are neatly folded. Cotton, lace, fabric that still carries your scent. He runs his fingers over them like they might disappear.

His breathing hitches.

And then—quietly, violently—Bucky breaks.

He sinks to the floor beside your bed, pulling your pillow into his arms, crushing it to his chest like it’s the last real thing in the world.

“I’m sorry, Doll,” he chokes out, voice raw.

He presses his forehead into the pillow, body shaking. The bedframe creaks as he curls into himself. His metal hand, so often a weapon, now clutches something soft. His flesh hand fists in the blanket you loved.

“Come home Doll” he whispers. “You’re the only good thing I ever had.”

He stays there for a long time, until his body slumps with exhaustion and sleep takes him.

[i-love-tony-stark]

While I’m pissed off about it, a lot of people seem to be under the impression that Steve was “using” Tony for money and like to bring it up as a reason why Steve was a terrible friend.

And like. Can we not? Can we just not?

First of all, while Stark Industries does fund part of the Avengers, it’s also a government organization. He doesn’t own it, it’s mainly funded by government grants and contract work. There’s no evidence that Tony solely provided for any of the Avengers, outside of like 2012 fan headcanon. They all have their own jobs and forms of income to support themselves. They’ve all got well known names, most of which had established careers elsewhere before even joining Fury’s fucked up little superhero club.

Secondly, even if Tony had been hosting Steve at one of his towers or something he a) would have chosen to do that and b) he’s a fucking Billionaire. Even if, and remember there’s No evidence that Steve ever was relying on him financially in any way, Steve had been; it’s not as if it’s a particular burden to him. So can we just stop treating Steve like he’s some homeless leech who Tony picked up off the street?

Lastly, I’d like to point out that some of y’all have a really fucked up perception of what you think you are deserving of just because you have money. Even if you’re paying for someone’s rent, that does not mean that you are in any way owed their loyalty, their affection, or the life of their loved ones. You do not get to control their political alignments or who they associate with just because you bought them groceries. Holy shit, have none of you ever heard the saying “you can’t buy friendship”???

You’re just coming across like a manipulative parent who tells their child that they are obligated to fall in line with what they want because “I put a roof over your head and this is the thanks I get??”

[mochinomnoms]

Sending an ask about PTM, sorry if this is something you’re going into in the story but I just DIE thinking about it

With how much aspen knows about reader Jade probably was not subtle at ALL with his affections though I imagine much tamer and more coy than Mc is imagining since she’s getting the full brunt, BUT I would love to know what mama and papa Leech are thinking about their boy having a potential human mate and if they already are prepping grand kids names, if mama leech is sending human courting tips, etc (also sorry I sent to two places bc I wasn’t sure where to send 🥲) anyway this is my fave jade fanfic

Lmao, so yes I'm pretty sure that based on some of the new cards we've gotten lately, it's been established that Jade is a hella of a yapper. He has something interesting in mind and he yaps yaps yaps!

I think he only does it around people he likes and is close with, unless he has something specific that he doesn't mind talking about (like fungi).

His family and his friends, including Aspen and Tony here, are well aware of his feelings for you. Honestly, he didn't even try to hide it! In his head, Jade has already claimed you as his, so why shouldn't he let his family know the happy news? Even if he did want to hide it, Floyd's mouth his big enough that it wouldn't have stayed secret for long.

Mama Leech, or Narissa as I like to name her, is absolutely delighted that her son as become so smitten! She is a romantic at heart, though her ideas of romance are fairly different from human ones. She is wondering why her dear Jade hasn't already snatched them up and drag them down into the sea like she did with his father.

Thankfully, Papa Leech (Bruno) often comes up to the surface and has a bit more familiarity with human culture. He's wondering if Jade is going to go more "human" or more "mer" for courting them, perhaps one of the Leech heirlooms would be a good starting point? Though, there is something about carving your own courting jewelry out of bone, sea glass, or shells.

Since Jade likes to yap, his father and mother indulge him and listen in carefully in how he describes you in incredible detail. Mama has a bit more foresight and has started to think about how to accommodate the growing family in their home. She loathes the idea of her sons moving out, much less to the surface, but she also loves the idea of a child-in-law and potentially grandchildren! Papa is more in the now, curious on how his son plans just to court you.

But overall, they're very excited to be able to meet you! Jade has made mentions of bringing you with them for the next summer break, perhaps even sooner...

[when-you-die-you-will-rot]

Last night me and ADAM (@.patchwork-and-paisley) listened to the new episode!! I'm gonna start posting my thoughts on the new ch&t episodes as they come out!!

Spoilers for the new episode ofc

First off, I love how the opening scene of season 2 mirrors the ending scene of season 1, with a chess game, and Lucille even says some of the same lines ("But don’t let it distract you from our game", "Don’t be distracted", etc)

Also, I think it was pretty funny when Lucille asked how they were and Jedidiah got so flustered and said "But we're, um, uh, nf6" Idk, that was just funny to me

Speaking of Jedidiah, something's been nagging at me for quite a while-- His new voice sounds familiar to me, but I can't figure out from where. And then it hit me: IS THIS A KIN MEMORY KIND OF THING????????

Also, this description made me go HDIHFISDOFHEWKLHRWK

Aaaanyway! I LOOOOVE all the callbacks to season 1 so far. "Yes, I must address the elephant in the room – not that one!", and "Let’s show some camp spirit, not… whatever the opposite of spirit is. Camp murder?", specifically.

When the flag of Camp Over Where was described, I immediately said, "Natsume drew that." And I kid you not, A SECOND LATER, Sydney said "I’m guessing Natsume drew this"! AND THIS ISNT THE FIRST TIME SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAS HAPPENED EITHER LOL. (Ask me about the time it happened with Gravity Falls if you wanna know more.)

When Sydney said that Jedidiah's great with hearts, I immediately went "No he's not." But when he clarified "anatomically", my JAW DROPPED. But what REALLY broke me was the line "He’s a pretty good guy to call if your heart ever stops." AND THE WAY THAT LINE WAS DELIVERED. THE TONE OF HIS VOICE. HEARTBREAKING. (pun not intended.)

SALMON INFEsTATION??? God, these salmon sound terrifying. CLAWS?? TUSKS?? WINGS?? FLUFFY TAILS?? ANTLERS?? I can see why "salmon" was put in quotes in the episode description. Those are NOT normal fish.

Also! "Beaks the size of centipedes" -- I guess we can check "centipede mention" off the bingo card haha. Right off the bat!

As soon as Sydney mentioned they were calling in extermination, I KNEW that the Super Slaughter Bros were gonna be the Tonies.

When Sydney said "when we die...................we rot" I went HE SAID IT HE SAID THE THING (I think I started bouncing around the room, too, haha.)

I can't help but notice that the Super Slaughter Bros were described as "copper-smelling"....... Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

NOT THE VOICE LEECHES

WHAT ARE SALMON PLIERS AND GOAT SWORDS?????

This is an incredibly trivial, very small detail, but the fact that Sydney's Joshua-imitating voice has changed ever so slightly is BOTHERING me for some reason

And no, pretty sure there are NOT any adults working at Camp Over Where.

HIGHLIGHTER SOUP SOUNDS DISGUSTING! Also, "Can't beat blue"... Blue Wolfe, I see you not-so-subtly calling yourself the best in your own podcast. (But in all seriousness, this got a good laugh out of me.)

AHA!!!! I KNEW it was the Tonies. ADAM can tell you that I totally called it. Also, I'm wondering if Tony 2 was affected by the voice leech spitballs that Camp Over Where unleashed upon the campsite... Maybe that's how they'll explain his voice change, too.

I think we all know who that letter is really from.... (ADAM got VERY excited listening to this part!)

While I think it's entirely possible that Adam lied about being the Camp Over Where director, wouldn't it be funny if he actually was? If anyone could find an actual demon to run their camp, it'd be Natsume. I wouldn't put it past him!

WHAT IS THE NEFARIOUS SHADOW SKULL?????

I am very concerned by Delightful Mystery Pudding Cup. Kids, I advise against eating Delightful Mystery Pudding Cup.

JEDDIE MAKES ME GO UUUUE😢😢🥺UE😭💧💧UEUE😢

I feel so bad for him but at the same time WHY IS HE LIKE THAT

It feels a liiiiiittle rude to me how he kinda yelled at Sydney. And I hate to say it, but I think I understand what Sydney said in the ghost recorder segment. Hopefully he'll get better though, right....?

.....right?????

Well, I guess all I can do is hope for the best.

That guy by the lake? Sounds suspiciously like..... micheal distortion from tma......

okay, but jokes aside, I think that's probably Adam. The way Sydney said "It felt kind of like a dream I had once" kind of confirms this suspicion, because the two of them originally met in dreams.

I decided to listen all the way to the end, since I am a patron and I wanted to see if my name made it into the credits.

When I heard "callmetroy" I actually freaked out because I KNOW THAT PERSON!!!! Well, I'm not sure if I'd say I know troy personally, but I've seen him around.

And then! I HEARD MY NAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UNFORTUNATELY SYDNEY IN ALMOST EVERY WAY IS ME!!!!!! THATS ME!!!!!!!!!!! When I heard that I REALLY freaked out, like, actually bouncing and flopping around the room. I did NOT know how to react!! It felt VERY special to hear myself thanked in the credits of this show that I love so dearly.

Also SHITNEY??? I don't know who that is but hearing that made me laugh (same with Juniper's Weirdly Long Neck)

AAAAANd I think that's all!!!! Now for the bingo card....

If you guys have any thoughts on this episode that you wanna share with me I'd love to hear them ^^ Thanks for listening to me ramble!

[s4ge-manul]

MY THOUGHTS ON CAMP HERE & THERE EPISODE 35!!!!

WILL CONTAIN SPOILERS

THE FLATLINE AT THE START SHUT UP

IS THAT ADAM????

JEDIDIAHS VOIC EOH MY TODKESN ITS PERFECT. I LOVE IT

😿😿😿😿😿 yknow being DEAD or NOT DEAD but not undead?????

HI SFACE IS WARM AND HIS HAIR IS SOFT 🥹🥹🥹🥹

family drama!

the clock chiming......

GODDDDDDDDDDHDHSB IM ALREADY FREAKING OUT THE INTRO WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK

SYDNEY!!!! the audio sounds so funny whaI MISSED SYDNEY

"yes i must address the elephant in the room NOT THAT ONE" STOP THAT!!!

very dreadful 🙂

THEY DREW A PENIS ON THE FLAG

PARTNER IN CRIME. "HES A GREAT GUY TO CALL IF YOUR HEART EVER STOPS" STOP THAAAAAT

the macaroni penguins..ROWMANNS DKUOPER MENTIORNED

benevolent.... malevolent reference

salmon infestation 😭😭 we need the penguins!!!

HOOWEE!!!!

things. must. die. WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT RIGHT NEXT TO JEDIDIAH

HE SAID THE THING

theyre saying a lot about hearts. and dying. sydneyyyyyy 😿

THE VOICE LEECHES I LOVE HOW THATS AN ACTUAL CANON EXPLANATION TO JEDIDIAHS VOICE CHANGING

COUGHS JOSHUA COUGHS theTHE IMPRESSION IM GONNA SOVBBS I CANT STOP LAUGHING

im still tweaking out

fleshy dark red? like.. blood? from hearts

MROW MROW!!!

THE TONIES!!!OHUUHSH MY GOD. tbeyre definitely sent by the agents.

YES TO ERR IS HUMAN STARTED PLAYING HELLOOOOOOOOOO

romtooTOMROROW!! WE'RE SEEING ADAM

oh it will NOT be a piece of cake

sydney you have done more for the camp than lucille has i think you should be geSHEEP HEARTS??????? HEART MOTIF AGAIN??

hi jedidiah 🙂 he sounds so nervous i love him

HIS VOICE INSTANTLY GOING FLAT. heh. like a line. a flat line. heh

AWWWOIUGHJJSM 😢😢😢😢😢 SYDNEY STOP BEING IRRITATED AT HIM ENOUGH OF THAT oh 😿😿😿😿🥹😿😿

YOURE CUTE

DONT???? this feels like a divorce

heeehehh. you saw adam didnt youuuu ☺️☺️☺️☺️☺️

YOU SAW ADAM!!!!!

THATS SCARY OH MY GOD WHY IS HE TWITCHING

LIKE A DREAM YOU HAD ONCE YOU SAY??????? DID IT INCLUDE A MAN IN A RED PAISLEY SUIT ☺️☺️☺️☺️

they scratch a delightful itch in my brain!

goodnight 😿

WHEEEE ONE WEEK UNTIL THE NEXT EPISODE

SHITNEY AND JUNIPERSLONGNECK WHOEVER YOU ARE I JUST LOST IT

and remember, my blood is universal.

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

Loki was never the brother that many people fretted over. He had his mother and after losing her he didn't feel like he had anyone. But things change.

He met you at a party that Thor forced him to go to. He was never one for Tony Stark so being at his place, being surrounded by his peers and decor was not his definition of a good Saturday night. As he was looking around the room and mapping out his escape plan his eyes land upon a beauty. He feels his chest tighten and it feels as if he couldn't breathe. He didn't know what was occurring but he did know he had to find out what this beauties name is. He wanders over to her before the end of the night and seeing her smile grace her face made his heart go into overdrive.

After that night it was like his world was flipped. The dull is now vibrate and worry seems to wash away with a simple greeting from his love. However, with this comes a new sense of protection, of worry, one that she can't wash away.

His beauty is the complete opposite of him, Loki realized this within the first minute of talking with her. She smiles at everyone, always lends a shoulder for anyone to lean on no matter what is going on in. Loki glares at any man or woman that comes near her. No one deserves to breath the same air as such a goddess let alone get her help while giving nothing in return. Thankfully she has a way to calm him down by just a glance and a soft brush of her hand against his skin, if she wasn't already his he believes he'd kill one of the leeches she calls friends by now.

He past the living room on his way to the kitchen and he freezes. What is he doing to her? He instantly glares at the back of Thor's head as he approaches the pair from behind. He overhears Thor telling his love all of the problems going on in the blondes life and he is enraged. Anyone with eyes could see how exhausted his flower is but for some reason this doesn't stop the yapping.

"May I help you?" Loki asks, finally letting his presence known. Thor leaps into the air almost comically. Loki smiles hear the sweet sounds of euphonic giggles leaving his goddesses mouth. Thor turns to Loki to see if he is still behind him, as he turns to face his brother, Loki's smile falls and a glare hardens once again. "I was asking your lady for advice. I have a date." Thor explains sounding proud of his choices once again. With that he leaves and calls out to thank the hero of his love life once again. Loki feels his shoulders drop and he reaches out for his loves hand. "Let's go finish that book my darling." He speaks softly in whispers as he leads the way to a nice spot that hides the couple from the rest of the world.

It's not too selfish to want your loves attention all to yourself, is it?

[ticklishfizzy]

What lees do you typically write for

I'm open to suggestions, but here's a list of all I can think of currently: (Lees first, lers listed after) ✎Helluva Boss ✰Blitzo - Moxxie, Stolas, & Fizzarolli ✰Moxxie - Millie & Blitzo ✰Fizzarolli - Asmodeus & Blitzo ✰Thinking about a lee!Stolas fic but idk ✎Hazbin Hotel ✰Alastor - Rosie, Husk & Lucifer ✰Lucifer - Alastor ✰Husk - Angel Dust & Alastor ✰Angel Dust - Husk ✎TMNT/ROTTMNT ✰Donatello - Raphael, Mikey & Leo ✎Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus/Trials of Apollo ✰Nico Di Angelo - Will, Hazel, Reyna, Percy, Jason & Leo ✰Hazel Levesque - Nico, Frank & Leo ✰Will Solace - Nico & Apollo ✰Leo Valdez - Nico, Hazel & Jason ✎Encanto ✰Camilo Madrigal - Literally anyone but Dolores is my top choice ✎Dear Evan Hansen ✰Evan Hansen - Connor & Jared ✰Connor - Evan, Jared & Zoey ✎Black Butler ✰Ciel Phantomhive - Sebastian (help I have no idea how to spell his last name) ✎Gravity Falls ✰Dipper Pines - Ford, Mabel & Stan ✎FNAF (mainly security breach tbh) ✰Reader - Sundrop, Moondrop, Glamrock Freddy & Monty ✰Sundrop - Moondrop ✰Moondrop - Sundrop ✰Gregory - Glamrock Freddy, Sundrop & Moondrop ✎MHA/BNHA ✰Todoroki - Izuku & Bakugou ✰Izuku - Todoroki, Bakugou & All Might ✰Shinsou - Aizawa & Denki (keep in mind I am a stupid American boy with now idea how to write these names) ✎Twisted Wonderland ✰Jade Leech - Floyd ✰Floyd Leech - Jade ✎Voltron ✰Keith Kogane - Lance & Shiro ✎Sanders Sides ✰Virgil Sanders - Logan, Patton, Janus & Remus ✎Avengers ✰ Peter Parker - Tony & Loki ✰ Thinking about a lee!Loki fic but idk ✎Trolls (the third movie) ✰Branch - Floyd, Clay, Bruce & John Dory ✰Maybe Floyd idk

[bracketsoffear]

Spiral Music Playlist

The full list of submissions for the Spiral Music bracket. Bold titles are ones which were accepted to appear in the bracket.

1984, David Bowie

A Happening, hyperstory Am I Awake?, They Might Be Giants Amnesia Was Her Name, Lemon Demon And heart breaks, The Caretaker Apophenia, They Might Be Giants Asylum, Supertramp Asylum: Playrooms, Shadow Man Soundtrack

Basket Case, Green Day Be Calm, fun. Becoming Insane, Infected Mushroom Bedlam Boys, Heidi Talbot BlackBoxWarrior -OKULTRA, Will Wood

Cause I'm A Liar, Mcki Robyns-P Clint Eastwood, Gorillaz Crazy, Gnarls Barkley Crazy, Seal Crazy Avalanches - cheekyboy mix, DJ Cheekyboy Crazytown, 35MM: A Musical Exhibition

Deceiver of fools, Within Temptation Discord, The Living Tombstone Door Number One, Cucurbitophobia Drugs, Talking Heads

Echo, Crusher-P Everything In Its Right Place, Radiohead Everything You Know Is Wrong, Weird Al Yankovic Everywhere At The End Of Time, The Caretaker

Flagpole Sitta, Harvey Danger Florida Man, Blue Oyster Cult Frontier Psychiatrist, The Avalanches

Giant Steps, John Coltrane

Happy Pills, Weathers History, Gazelle Twin ft. Trash Generation Hotel California, The Eagles

I Am the Walrus, The Beatles I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead, Set It Off I'm Going Slightly Mad, Queen In the Back Room, syudou iNSaNiTY, CircusP Intervallo III-1 Battle Theme, Limbus Company OST It's A Trip!, Joywave It's Oh So Quiet, björk

Latin Simone (Que Pasa Contigo), Gorillaz Lithium, The Polyphonic Spree Little Pistol, Mother Mother

Mad as a Hatter, Larkin Poe Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave, Will Wood Meltdown, Clint Mansell Miss Lucy Had Some Leeches, Emilie Autumn my time, bo en

Nobody Understands Me, Meryl Streep Not Safe, Alias Conrad Coldwood

One of My Turns, Pink Floyd

Panic Room, Au/Ra Paranoid Android, Radiohead Patterns, Band Of Skulls Personal Demons, Rufus Rex Pink Elephants on Parade, Dumbo Psycho Bunny, The Orion Experience

Redesign Your Logo, Lemon Demon Roman Holiday, Nicki Minaj Running Out, Scissor Sisters

Sleepwalk, Forrest Day Spiral Architect, Black Sabbath Spiraling Shape, They Might Be Giants Stuff is Way, They Might Be Giants Subways of Your Mind, FEX Sweet Sacrifice, Evanescence

Tell me I'm Okay Patrick, Crazy Ex-Girlfriend The Confusion Girl ♥ Soflan-chan!! (Asynchronicity Unlimited ☆ Progressive Polyrhythmic Nightmare Long Version) (混乱少女♥そふらんちゃん!! (ノリニクシティ・アンリミテッド☆プログレッシヴ・ポリリズミック・ナイトメア・ロングバージョン)), Camellia ft. Nanahira The Girl That's Never Been, Vixy and Tony The Mind Electric, Miracle Musical The Riddle, Gigi D'Agostino The Scorpion & The Frog/Trust Me, Marc Senter (The Devil's Carnival) The Song That Doesn't End, Shari Lewis The Song With Five Names, a.k.a. Soapbox Tao, a.k.a. Checkmate Atheist, a.k.a. Neospace Government, a.k.a. You Can Never Know, Will Wood The World Has Gone Insane, Anthony Warlow The World's Greatest Actor, Milk in the Microwave They're Coming to Take Me Away, Napoleon XIV Trust, Bitter Ruin Twilight Zone, Manhattan Transfer Twilight Zone, Golden Earring Twisted, MISSIO

Victorious, Panic! at the Disco

Wearing a Raincoat, They Might Be Giants Welcome トゥ 混沌 (Welcome to Chaos), (K)NoW_NAME Where is My Mind, Pixies White Rabbit, Jefferson Airplane Who's Crazy / My Psychopharmacologist and I, Next to Normal Wide Knowledge of the Late, Madness, Machigerita (feat. Hatsune Miku) Windmills of Your Mind, Noel Harrison Wonderland, AlicebanD Wraith Pinned to the Mist and Other Games, Of Montreal

You don't know/I am the one, Next to Normal