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A Handwritten Note Lumen/Abelard for the intimacy prompt pls!

In the putrid darkness of Commorragh, the Rogue Trader scavenged for such revolting filth! Patches of mummified human skin; shattered bones picked clean by who knows which refuse pile-dwellers — surely, there were no animals in this place. And when she was done putting together her little morbid collection, she sat — nay, slumped, with blood bubbling dark and viscous on her twitching lips again — in a corner of the shadowy xenos maze, and raised a looted knife to her open palm. Argenta's breath caught in her throat at first, when she beheld this ritualistic motion, and her hand fumbled instinctively for her flamer. But, through His Grace, her initial panic was promptly soothed. For she realized that the Rogue Trader, for all her past heretical inclinations, was merely drawing blood to serve as ink for her makeshift bone quill, with the skin serving her as grotesque approximation of vellum.

She wrote on and on, even as tears streamed down her pale face, and more blood streamed out of her mouth and nose — clearly pushing through a wave of pain. Argenta could not but raise her hands in the sign of the Holy Aquila, praying under her breath that the Emperor steel her companion's resolve and grant her the wisdom to finish whatever message she'd set out to make.

When she was done, the Rogue Trader looked up at Argenta with red-clouded eyes, and pushed the first few words through a sickly, moist gurgle.

"I'm really feeling it, darling... The..."

Profanities fell off her lips like blood clots. Oh woe, the Emperor's Anointed was regressing to her past self — a heretical criminal with no regard for the Creed! Still, Argenta's heart clenched with sympathy.

"The fucking slimy brain worm might explode in my brain soon. Remember that... poor bastard in... in the reactor room? The pointy fuckers... forced to him to betray us... Put the same maggot in his nose... He said he could see the swamp... where he lost his son... Behind our backs... Well, I — I keep seeing the bridge... Right there behind you... Can almost touch the galaxy map..."

She reached forward weakly, grasping at nothing, and doubled over in a wheezing cough.

When it subsided, she lifted her heavy head, every inch below her Aquila mask glazing over with perspiration — and thrust the folded vellum into Argenta's hands.

"I'm done for, I think. Like he was. I... I want you to have this. If anyone makes it out of here, it's got to be you. If... When... I don't know... When I die, first. Don't kill Yrliet. She has no reason to come back to... to the ship... she won't be protected without me."

Argenta filled her lungs with Commoragh's poisoned air, pressing down the rise of bitter bile at the mention of the treacherous xenos.

"So please... Just make sure she's safe, and let her go. Take care of Pasqal; he's... not himself right now. Try to find Cassia and Heinrix. And this — "

She nodded limply at the vellum.

"Give this to Abelard."

"I will, Lumen!" Argenta promised solemnly.

And she intended to keep that promise, from the bottom of her heart. But then — praised be the Emperor's Holy Light! — the Rogue Trader lived. Through this bout of torture, and several more that followed, her spirit ever unshakable.

Argenta never asked what she was to do with the vellum; for her thoughts were too preoccupied by the terrible confession she had to make before their final desperate fight for freedom at the thrice-cursed xenos arena.

And she would never dare approach the Seneschal on her own, not after the chasm of loathing opened between them.

So the vellum stays, packed tidily against the rest of her few earthly possessions. The contents of the message, scrawled across it in blood by the unsteady hand of a woman in agony's throes, remain unknown to Argenta, or fo the vellum's intended reader.

Perhaps even the Rogue Trader does not remember what she etched into that dead skin, feverish as she was at the time.

But to someone possessed of all-encompassing knowledge, aware of every mortal thought, like He on distant Terra, the jumbled dark-red stains on withered skin would spell out the following:

Abelard,

If you are reading this, I am gone. I am so terribly sorry, my darling. I did not mean for you to lose another Rogue Trader so soon. If you have to grieve — not as much for my sake, I suppose, as for the dynasty's future — please do that. It will be healthier in the long run.

As for little old me, well. I could go out in more of a blaze of glory, but maybe in between writing this and dropping dead, I can take down a few Drukhari. If I am lucky.

Oh, darling, you can tell I am stalling at this point, can't you? I can just picture that tight-lipped look on your face!

Well. Out with it then.

I love you.

No, this is not me being coy with you. This is not one of our little back and forths in the Dargonus study. Well, mostly my forths and your backs.

I am gravely serious (hah! Pun intended!).

I love you. I cherish you. I respect you. And I am also in love with you. Have been for a long, long time — far longer than my poor swimming head allows me to remember.

You once told me, with that ever so slight frown, that you were too old for matters of the heart. For wooing young ladies with flowers. Well, I would have gladly uprooted an entire field of flowers and dumped them at your feet. I would have drowned you in petals, my heart, because you deserve it.

I wish I had told you that, back then. You might have dismissed it as my usual nonsense — but I would have gotten it off my chest.

And now... Now this is all you get, my sweet. I am sorry.

If you forgive me, maybe you will humor me too? When you think of me next — can you call me by name? Like when we first met. Before I was the Lord Captain — when I was just some upstart from the dumpster, here to clap for Edelthrad and steal Theodora's silver spoons. Please? Can you do that for me?

Good night, darling Seneschal. I am glad to have met you.

I love you.

Lumen

[sunmoonandeddie]

i am born again

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 8,455

summary: In a moment of reverence, you and Bucky look back on where you started.

prompt: ‘airbag’ by the fretless

warnings: swearing, violence

a/n: This was written for @kentuckybarnes 3K writing challenge!  Congrats on the milestone!  I really, really enjoyed writing this, and I found a new favorite song from it.

“Hey, babydoll.”

You hummed in response, leaning against the bar.  Your finger was absentmindedly circling the rim of your glass of champagne—“It’s an 1820 Juglar Cuvee,” Tony had said with a proud smirk, “Figured if we were going to be celebrating tonight, we’d drink something good.”  You’d insisted that you’d been fine with a $5 bottle of wine from Walmart since you were fifteen, but he wouldn’t hear anything about it, even going as far as calling you ‘blasphemous.’

The material of your dress clung to your skin, somehow still not wrinkled even after hours of dancing.  Your heels had been kicked off a while ago and were resting on the ground in front of your stool.  Your ankle had started hurting somewhere around hour three, and you knew that you’d have to ask James to fix it for you in the morning.

It was strange, having a party dedicated to you.  You didn’t even get birthday parties before coming—or rather, being dragged—into the little family.  But Tony had insisted on pulling out all the stops for your little ‘coming out.’

The last few weeks had been full of paperwork and government meetings, press conferences, and signing your names to the replacement for the absolute disaster that was the Sokovia Accords.  It had been a whirl wind, you couldn’t lie.  When you had gotten to the United Nations summit in London, you had been an anxious mess.  You had been sure that at any moment, all of it would be taken away from you—someone would point at you and call you a fraud, call you the monster you were always sure you had been.

But it hadn’t happened.

You had walked into the summit with your head held high, James’s hand sneaking down to squeeze yours as he watched you with a proud smirk. And then seeing a place just for your name right beside all of your teammate’s had just made it all the more real. You had officially become a member of the Avengers in the eyes of the world after signing that paper.

It had all come to a culmination tonight, in one of the biggest parties Tony Stark had ever thrown.  The champagne was flowing freely, the music playing until the last guest had left.  Even now, someone—probably Tony—had gotten F.R.I.D.A.Y. to play a random playlist as your little family—the Avengers and Co., as you liked to call them—laughed and joked together.  They were all clearly a little drunk, even Steve, Thor, and Bucky, thanks to Thor’s Asgardian mead.

None of them really cared that it was almost six in the morning.  All of you were alive.  All of you were together.  Nothing from before seemed to matter anymore, because all of you were just so grateful. Tony and Steve were cackling over some joke, doubled over with just wheezes coming out of their mouths while Pepper stood nearby and watched her husband with a fond smile.  The wedding ring on her left finger was glimmering in the light.  Natasha was twirling around with a bottle of champagne in her hand, her heels lost somewhere.  Bruce was watching her with a sort of reverence with soft pink cheeks.  Clint and his family were sitting on the couch, giggling as they watched Thor tell some fantastic story.  The others were all dotted around, talking and laughing and just being happy.  And Bucky…

Your eyes flickered up to where he was leaning against the bar beside you now.  His hair was disheveled, having fallen out of his neat bun about halfway through the night. There was a glazed look in his eyes, and his cheeks were flushed from the alcohol as his flesh hand reached out to grab yours.  “I e’er tell you that you’re the prettiest dame I’ve e’ver seen?” He slurred.

“You have,” you giggled, feeling a little warm yourself. “You tell me every day.”

“Yeah,” he said, his eyes narrowing suspiciously as he pointed at you.  “But do ya believe me, babydoll?”

You smoothed the hand that wasn’t in his over the lapel of his suit.  Note to self, get Tony to throw more parties so I can see him in this more often, you thought to yourself as your hand moved up to run along his broad chest.  “I believe everything you tell me,” you said, hyper aware of the heat of his gaze.

He leaned forward, nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck.  “Love you. You know tha’, right?”  His breath was hot against your skin, sending shivers up your spine.  Even after all this time, he still elicited the same reaction.  He made your knees feel weak, your mouth go dry.  “Loved ya since I firs’ saw ya, babydoll.”

“Way back in 2006?” You teased, your fingers gently carding through his hair.

Bucky nodded before pressing a kiss to your pulse point.  “Even when ya shot me.”

Taking a deep breath, you crept down the dark hallway, your gun held at the ready. The apartment building was almost completely silent, thanks to the late hour.  You could hear a dog barking a few floors above, and there was a television still on in the apartment to your right.  But it was nothing concerning, just the sounds of a civilian life.

God forbid someone come out of their apartment now and see you.  You preferred scaling the walls and going through windows, but the window of the apartment you were heading for faced a busy street, and you couldn’t risk being seen.  And as much as you didn’t like it, if someone saw you, you’d have to take them out.

No witnesses.  Ever.

As you rounded the last set of stairs, you spotted the door you were looking for at the end of the hall.  Apartment number 508.  It only took a moment for you to know that the rest of the floor was completely silent. Everyone was fast asleep.

“Boring,” you scoffed, shaking your head in slight disappointment as you pulled a bobby pin out of your hair.  It took less than ten seconds for you to get the door unlocked and it swung upon with a soft creak.

Despite the fact that it was completely dark and silent, something felt off. There was a sense of unease as you stepped through the threshold with your gun raised and ready to shoot. Trying to brush it off, you began to move through the apartment towards the bedroom.

Minimum furniture.  No picture frames.  Nothing on the fridge.

“So you’re a loner,” you said to yourself, your voice barely audible.

“I wouldn’t call myself a loner.  I’ve even learned how to play with others.”

You whirled around, but all you could see was Iron Man’s arc reactor before everything went black, though the last thing you heard was a familiar voice.

“TONY, DON’T!”

There was a pounding in your head when you finally came to, groaning as you reached up to touch your temple.  You could feel dried blood right around your hair line and let out a huff.

Tony fucking Stark.

“So you’re awake.”

You sat up abruptly, ignoring the way it made your head spin.  The room were you were in was made of glass and seemed to be in a circle.  You could see that the glass cage you were in was in some kind of facility.  When your eyes finally landed on a familiar figure, you couldn’t help but scoff.  “Soldier.”

“I usually prefer to go by my name now, doll,” James said, raising his eyebrows. His arms crossed over his chest as he stared you down.  But you were too busy unashamedly taking him in.  “You still remember that, right?  I don’t think Tony hit you hard enough to cause amnesia.”

He looked… softer than the last time you had seen him.  His hair had been cut, though it was still a little shaggy.  His stubble was neatly trimmed and he just looked less tense.  Less like a robot.

“I see you finally learned how to shave,” you said, taking in a shaky breath as you tried to take stock of yourself.  Your head was still pounding.  You weren’t sure what Tony Stark had hit you with, but it had certainly done a number on you.  There were several tender spots, particularly around your shoulders, but that was normal. Your left ankle still clicked from where you had strained it a few years before, the tendons moving back and forth over the bone.  That caused a bit of a grimace.  No matter how much physical therapy you did on it, it never did go back to how it. And you had known that when it happened, since straining something meant that you had fucked up the tendons, which never go back.

But that was beside the point.

James leaned against the railing of a walkway right outside the cage.  “So what were you doing in that apartment?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You muttered, getting to your feet with a wince.  You could ignore your head and the tenderness in your shoulder blades.  You had to. It was how you were trained.  You always got up and kept going until the job was done.

“I would.”

You raised your eyebrows as you watched him start to circle around the cage, his eyes never leaving you.  “You and I both know that you wouldn’t be asking me if you didn’t already know.”

The tension between you two could be cut with a knife as he smirked.  “What does your boss want with a former HYDRA scientist?”

“Who said I have a boss?”

“Because if you’re doing a job, you’re getting paid,” he replied, rolling his sea blue eyes.  Those eyes that had always brought you to your knees.  Made you beg.  Made you want something for once in your life…

No. You couldn’t think about that shit.

You stood with your arms crossed over your chest defensively.  “Who says I can’t do a job for myself?”

“Not your style.”

God, you wanted to punch his stupid pretty face.  “You don’t know anything about me or my style, Soldier,” you snarled.  “I don’t know you.”

That made him pause.  He turned to fully face you, something glimmering in his eyes.  “So those four months in Florence didn’t mean anything to you?”  When you didn’t reply, he took a step closer, standing just inches from the glass.  “I know you remember.  May of 2006, right?  You were… what?  Nineteen?” The corner of his lips twitched up into a smirk.  “You looked so young.  Hell, you still look like you’re not a day over twenty.”

“Says the hundred year old man.”

“So you do know me?”  He seemed a little surprised.  “And here I thought you hadn’t bothered looking for me.”

“Of course, I did.”  You moved to the other side of the cage, so you were as far from him as you could get. “And it wasn’t like it was hard. The entire world knows who James Buchanan Barnes is after Black Widow’s little info dump.  The best friend of Captain America, the Winter Soldier.”

He began to move to where you were standing, causing you to move in the opposite direction.  “And?”

“And what?”

James just seemed to get more and more frustrated.  His blue eyes narrowed and you wondered if he was flexing or if he’d been working out.  The way his black t-shirt strained against his muscles made your head feel a little woozy. “And what did you think?”

“What? Back in 2006?  I found it rather interesting that the man who claimed he was in love with me didn’t think it was necessary to tell me he was leaving.”  You watched him with narrowed e/c eyes as you continued to move away with him.  You knew that he’d eventually get tired of it and snap at you, but that’s exactly what you wanted.  Half the time, the only way to get James Barnes to talk was to get him so angry and frustrated that he couldn’t hide his emotions behind a wall. “But I knew you were the Soldier when we first met, so what the hell do you mean, what did I think?”

“About who I was before,” he shouted, the vein in his neck straining.  His hands were fisted tightly by his sides.

Rolling your eyes, you sat down in the middle of the cage, leaning back.  “Well, I finally found out something about you, so that was nice.  Even if it was years after it would’ve been relevant.”

“You knew who I was.  And you’re deflecting.”

“I did not. You’re annoying.”

“Y/N, stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“You know what.”

You raised your eyebrows, feigning innocence as you let your head fall back. The ceiling of the cage had suddenly become very interesting.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re evading,” he hissed, his patience wearing incredibly then.  You were actually surprised he had lasted this long anyway.  He had always had a short temper back when the two of you had been together.  “And you know me.  I told you about Steve and my sisters and everything I could remember.”

Your eyes caught on a crack in the ceiling, but you tried not to let it show on your face. One of the panels was slightly out of place.  A way out.

“Fine,” Bucky said as he circled around, clearly trying to get you to look at him. “Could you at least tell me how you’ve barely aged in over ten years?”

“A fantastic skin care routine,” you replied nonchalantly, closing your eyes. Maybe if you just didn’t give him anything for long enough, he’d go away.

Like he did before.

“Come on, Y/N,” he whispered as he pressed a hand against the glass.  His ocean eyes were swimming as he stared at you.  “Give me something.”

“Or what? Your little friends will kill me?”

You kept your eyes closed, but you could feel his gaze.  You could feel how much more he tensed up.

He let out a final sigh, his hand squeaking as it slid down the glass to land back at his side.  “I’ll be back with food later.”

The second he was gone, you were on your feet and looking up at the ceiling.  You knew you could make the jump and you knew that you could pull yourself up into the vent above.

As long as your ankle didn’t fuck it up.

Jumping and things like that had always been a little harder after straining it. But if you could just get up to the vent, you’d be golden.

Bouncing up and down slightly, you couldn’t help but smirk.  There was a little bit of bounce in the floor that was clearly there for shock value.  They were just making this easier and easier.  Bracing yourself, you positioned yourself directing under the panel.

Pain shot through your ankle as you jumped, but your fingers managed to find purchase.  Using one hand, you nudged the panel to create a bigger hole before pulling yourself up. You collapsed in the vent, breathing hard as you took stock.  Someone had changed you.  You weren’t in your usual uniform, but in a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt with the Stark logo on it.  No shoes. All of your weapons were gone, even the knife you kept strapped to your thigh.

Whoever the fuck had touched you was going to pay.

Realizing that you had limited time before someone came to check on you, you pushed the panel black into place.  Hopefully there weren’t cameras pointed at the cage, but you knew that it was unlikely you’d be that lucky.

You had already been granted a miracle in the past five minutes.  Hoping for more would just jinx you.

“Come on, Y/N,” you said to yourself as you got on all fours.  “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Ignoring the pain in your ankle, you crawled through the vent, occasionally finding a grate that would grant you a glimpse into where you were.  It was definitely some type of training facility. You had already found a gym and a few conference rooms.  You quickly came to the conclusion that in order to get out of there, you were going to have to get out of the grate.  There were too many different paths to take and you had no idea where they led or which would get you out.

That’s when you hit the jackpot.  You peeked down a grate, finding what seemed to be a weapons room.  You made quick work of the grate, dropping down into the room with the gracefulness of a cat.  Wincing, you glanced down at your ankle.  It really was making this more difficult than needed.  A quick look around the room made you realize that they were all organized by the owner.  Each Avenger had their little area, labeled with their name.

“Tacky,” you muttered with a shake of your head.  You were tempted to take someone from Natasha’s stash, but you knew there was only one person who’s weapons you could take.  You grabbed a handgun, loading it before sticking it in the waistband of your leggings behind your back.  Three knives were tucked into various other spots.  You pulled the sweatshirt over all of them, keeping them somewhat hidden. Before leaving the room, you grabbed one more handgun, filling it with ammo before flicking off the safety.

And if someone came in and wondered why there was a few things missing from James Barnes’s stash, well…

You’d be long gone by then.

The halls were mostly quiet, confusing you just a little.  You’d figured that this place would be crawling with agents. There’d been a few in the gym when you’d crawled over it, but not that many.

When you heard footsteps approaching, you quickly ducked into a doorway, pressing yourself back against the wall.

“I don’t know what happened, she’s just gone!”

Ah. James Barnes.

“Bucky, the entire compound is searching the area around the Fish Bowl.  We’re gonna find her.”

Oh. Captain America.  This would be fun.  Also, Fish Bowl?

When they came around the corner, you whirled on them.  Your gun was pointed straight at them and your hands were steady. It was fair to say that you’d caught them by surprise.  A plate that had been in James’s hands clattered to the floor and shattered, sending glass and bits of food everywhere.

“Hey, Buck?” Steve said slowly, his eyes not leaving you.  “I think I found her.”

You couldn’t help but smirk as your gaze shifted from the huge blond to James.  “I think I like him more than you, Bucky,” you said, a little condescendingly.  “At least he’s funny.”

He snorted, shaking his head as he watched you.  “How’d you get out?”

“This isn’t some action movie, Soldier,” you spat, rolling your eyes.  “I’m not about to spill all my secrets.”

You had to shift a little, trying to get as much weight off your left ankle as possible. It was still in a lot of pain, but you couldn’t focus on that.  But both of the super soldiers immediately zeroed in on it.

“You’re hurt,” James said, his eyes softening.  He moved to take a step closer and you pointed your gun directly at him.  The man immediately froze, hurt coloring his eyes as he looked at you.  “You wouldn’t shoot me.”

You shifted your foot again, trying your best to not let it show.  “You let your friend knock me out and then locked me in a cage.”  Gritting your teeth, you held your head high.  “Try me.”  Steve was glancing back and forth between the two of you.  “We both know I don’t really need it, but extra target practice is always good.”

“Babydoll—”

“Don’t you fucking call me that,” you snapped.  “You lost the right a long time ago.”

“You loved me once,” he said, holding his hands in the air as he stood there, baring himself to whatever you might do.  “You can’t tell me you don’t still feel the same way.”

“What?” You laughed, glaring at him.  “You do?”

“Yes.”

You shook your head, biting your lip.  “Shut up, you dirty liar.”

“Y/N,” James said, a frown on his face.  “I’m not lying.  I still love you.”

“Shut up.”

“When I got out of HYDRA, you were one of the only people I still remembered.”

“Shut. UP.”

He took a chance and took a few steps closer, knowing it could result in your shooting him.  “You are the love of my life, Y/N.  It was true then, and it’s true now.”

“SHUT UP!” You screamed, tears in your eyes.  Your teeth hurt from how hard your jaw was clenched.  “Shut the fuck up!”

“Y/N, let me help you,” he whispered, tears rimming his eyes.  “Please, put down the gun and let me help you.”

Your heart wanted you to say yes.  Your heart wanted you to toss down the gun and launch yourself into his arms, but your brain knew better.  Your brain reminded you of how broken you’d been when he left without a trace.  Not even a note.

“Stay the hell away from me,” you snarled, and you pulled the trigger.  You had aimed it so that it would hit right where his metal arm met the flesh of his shoulder, but you whirled around and started running without waiting to see if it worked.  By his shout of pain, you assumed it had.

Ignoring the tears in your eyes, you just kept running.  You had to find an exit at some point, right?  Your bare feet slapped against the cold tiles of the hallway as you glanced back, finding Steve Rogers hot on your tail with James following at a larger distance.  He was clutching his shoulder, blood causing his t-shirt to stick to his skin.

“Y/N, STOP!” James shouted, and you shook your head, willing yourself to go faster.

“Come on, Y/N, come on,” you panted, taking a sharp right turn.  But you had to try your best to back pedal as you saw Tony Stark and Sam Wilson running towards you.  When you made it back to the hall you had first come from, you turned right, Steve Rogers just a few feet away.  You knew there was no reason you’d be able to evade him much longer, no matter what those scientists had pumped you up with.

But you froze as you saw Natasha Romanov running down the hall towards you.

You were effectively trapped.  Steve Rogers and James Barnes behind you, Tony Stark and Sam Wilson to your right, Natasha Romanov in front of you, and a wall to your left.  You were royally screwed.

“Y/N, please.”

You whirled around to see James coming up behind Steve, who was waiting for your next move with narrowed blue eyes.  “I told you to stay away.”

“Listen, kid,” Tony snapped as he stepped forward.  “Either you calmly walk back to the Fish Bowl, or we do this the hard way.”

“What, you gonna knock me out like you did before?”  You demanded, whirling around to look at him.  “Real hospitable.  I’ll make sure to leave a Yelp review.”

“She’s funny,” Sam mused, a smirk on his lips as he pointed at you.  He then glanced at Bucky.  “Hey, Buck, how’d you get a girl this funny?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He asked, still holding his shoulder.

“Well, I’m just saying.  Your sense of humor is—”

“Is this really the time?”  Natasha was eying you warily, her gun now pointed at you.  “How’d you get out of the Fish Bowl?”

“I don’t do well in cages.”  You still held your gun in hand, but your heart was pounding.  You knew there was no way you’d be able to squirrel your way out of this one.  There were too many of them.  If you took one down, the others would pounce.

“Y/N,” Bucky said, his voice cracking.  “Please.”

You shifted your ankle again, biting the inside of your cheek.  It really wasn’t liking you today.  It might’ve had to do with the fact that your brace was gone—whoever changed you must’ve taken it.  “We both know I’m not getting out of here alive, Soldier.”

“Wait, wait, wait—” Sam stood up a little straighter, his brows furrowed.  “We’re not killing her, right?  We can’t kill her—she handed Buck’s ass to ‘im.”

“Really, Sam?” Steve sighed as he glanced over at him.

“What, man? She could be good to have around.”

“Not the time!” Natasha repeated, growing more and more irritated.

Tony huffed as he fired up his Iron Man arm, his hand glowing.  “Alright, enough of this.”

And yet again, the only thing you heard was James screaming, “TONY, DON’T!”

You woke up back in the Fish Bowl, your head pounding once again.  “Shit,” you muttered, glaring down at the ground as you pushed yourself up off your stomach.

“You shot me.”

Knowing who it was without even looking, you shrugged.  “Told you to try me.  You did.”

“I meant what I said,” James said, his voice soft and warm.  It brought you back to lazy mornings, the summer breeze drifting in through the open balcony doors of your apartment, tangled limbs, kisses pressed to your neck, and…

“Would you stop?” You asked, exhaustion seeping through.  Your e/c eyes were trained on the ground.  “You don’t love me.”

“I do.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Don’t you think I’m the one of us who knows how I feel?” He snapped, causing you to finally look up at him.  He was standing outside the glass cage, elastic bandages and medical tape in his hands. James looked at you for a long moment, taking in your slightly defeated expression.  “Can I please wrap your ankle?”

“Why?” You looked at him suspiciously, scooting back a little.

He shook his head, already pressing numbers on a keypad outside.  The glass wall slid open, but as soon as he was inside, it shut right back.  “What do you mean, ‘why?’  You’re hurt.”

“I don’t want you touching me.”

“Well, too bad, babydoll.”  He sat in front of you, grabbing your calf and pulling you closer when you tried to scramble backwards.  His touch reminded you of a time gone by, but you knew there was no way you could go back. “Because right now, you’re being stubborn and hurting yourself further because you’re angry with me.”

“Fuck off,” you snarled, trying to kick out at him.

His sea blue eyes narrowed at you, fixing you in your spot.  “It’s not nice to kick people, you know.”

“It’s not nice to put people in a cage, you know,” you said, making your voice super deep to try to mock him.  But you didn’t try to kick him away again.

He picked up your foot, gently running his calloused fingers over your skin, feeling the muscles, tendons, and ligaments underneath.  He found what he was looking for when he touched a spot on the bottom of your foot, causing you to gasp and try to jerk away.  “There it is,” he hummed as he massaged your foot for a second. Bucky then gently touched the spot again.  “When you strained it, you stretched out the tendons and ligaments in your foot—”

“Yeah, I know that,” you said, rolling your eyes.

He fixed you with another look.  “As I was saying…”  He gently touched the top of your left foot, on the exterior side.  “The tendons here are supposed to help hold up a bone, but since they’re stretched…”  He tapped the hard spot on the underside of your foot.  “It sunk through to the bottom of your foot, which is why it hurts when you use it.”

“That’s a bone?”  You asked, your mouth dropping open in shock.

Buck grinned as he patted your foot.  “Whoever you went to for this foot clearly didn’t know what they were doing.”  He rubbed your foot soothingly, taking a bit of the ache out.  “Can you roll onto your stomach for me, doll face?”

You tensed up again, your jaw clenching as you prepared to run, even if you couldn’t get very far.  “Why?”

His grin was blinding as he tugged on your calf once again, pulling you close. “Because I’m gonna fix it for you.” You watched him cautiously, but you rolled over anyway.  “There ya go. Now, this is gonna feel really weird, okay?”  Feeling his hands on you made your cheeks go red, and you just nodded, squeezing your eyes shut.  “One… Two…  Three.”

You yelped as he popped your foot, putting the bone back into place.  “Shit!”

“’M sorry, baby girl,” he murmured, massaging your foot.  “Can you turn back over so I can wrap it?”

Not saying anything, you turned back over for him, and he immediately set to work. Your e/c eyes stayed locked on his face as he focused on wrapping your foot.  His touch was so tender and gentle, but that wasn’t really surprising. Even when you’d only known him as the Soldier, he’d been careful with you.  He always treated you as though you were going to break, even though you were a highly trained assassin.

“There ya go,” he said, barely audible.  He was relishing the feeling of being able to touch you, caress you.  It had been over ten years, and he had never though he’d get to see you again.  Especially not after the way he’d left you.

“I was going after the scientist for me,” you said slowly, despite knowing that if you gave him an inch, he’d take a mile.

“Why?” James looked surprised, so shocked that you were actually going to talk to him.

Your heart was pounding.  “I was his experiment.  HYDRA was trying to recreate the super soldier serum because the original had so much testosterone that it killed the women they used it on.”  You took a chance to look up at him, your eyes locking. “I thought I was going to die for a week after they gave it to me.  I thought my blood was boiling me from the inside out.  Eventually it settled, but all it did was slow down the aging process.”

“No super strength?”

You can’t help but smirk a little.  “Just a little.  But not enough to be considered super.”

He chuckled, the warm sound reverberating through you.  He seemed so happy to have you near him, to be able to touch you. It reminded you of lazy mornings, when all the two of you did was drink each other in while mapping each other with your hands.  “I’m not sorry I got to him first.  Consider it payback for Florence.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, averting your eyes so that you were staring off to the side.  “’M not sorry I shot you.”

“I know.”

“You deserved it.”

“I know.”

“Because you were an asshole.”

“I know.”

“And you still are one.”

He winced a little, but you didn’t pull away, giving him a little beacon of hope. “It’s okay.  I’ll be almost completely healed by morning.”

Your lips were pressed tightly together as you continued to stare off to the side. “Then I’ll just shoot you again tomorrow.”

And though you’d never admit it, the laugh that resounded throughout the glass cage made your heart skip a beat.

Steve groaned from where he was joking with Tony.  “Are you two talking about the time you shot ‘im again?” The beautiful Armani suit he was wearing was wrinkled and you were pretty sure that he had spilled Asgardian mead on it several times, but no one really minded.  “We’ve heard it a million times now!  And you—” He pointed at James.  “—always say that she shot you four times, and that’s why you couldn’t catch her, but she actually only shot you once, and you were so starstruck by the fact that she had actually shot you that you tripped four times while we were chasing her.”

Bruce whined from where he sat on the couch, his eyes drifting away from Natasha for the first time all night.  “Don’t make fun of them, Steve, I love this story.”

“What story?” Lila asked from where she was sandwiched in between Clint and Laura.  Nathaniel, now a few years old, was holding his hands out for Natasha, who eagerly picked him up.  Cooper was resting on the other side of his father, nuzzled into his side.  The older man’s hand was gently twisting a strand of his wife’s hair around his finger, gazing at his little family adoringly.

Bucky, trying to seem more sober than he was, pointed at the little girl.  “The story of how Y/N here was a total badass and—”

“Hey!” Tony said, pointing at him before Laura or Clint could jump in.  “No cussing! Young ears!”

“Fine!  Sorry!” But he just grinned at you as he said, “She was really cool and shot me.”

“And that’s how you knew she was the one,” Natasha teased, the champagne sloshing out of the bottle that she pointed towards you.

“Noooo,” Bucky retorted, almost falling off his stool. Luckily you were able to grab his arm and pull him back before he crashed onto the hard floor.  As resilient as he was to injury, you didn’t think he’d enjoy having his face on the floor with your heels.

Wanda was sitting in Vis’s lap, the bubbles in her laugh mimicking the alcohol coursing through her veins.  “No?  Then what was it?”  Her accent was much thicker when she was drunk.

Your fiancé turned to look at you, his eyes suddenly clear. He looked more sober than he had all night.  “It was the day I had to leave you in Florence.”

That surprised you.  “Wait, what?  I thought it when we made up after me shooting you.”  Your nose scrunched up as you looked from the ground and back to him.  “Really, though?  That day?”

“Yeah, babydoll,” he said with a frustrating air of nonchalance.  “It was about ten in the morning, and you woke me up because you were humming.”

The early summer breeze wafted through the open balcony doors as you sat on the edge of the bed.  Your little one bedroom apartment was filled with natural light, and it amazed you that the man in the bed behind you hadn’t woken up yet.

Turning to glance back at him, you couldn’t help but grin as you saw the scratches that littered his back.  They were already almost entirely healed but you didn’t mind.  It just meant you could make more later, and the same could be said about the love bites you had left all over his neck and chest.

It terrified you, the way your heart would race when you glanced at him.  After all, you didn’t… like people.  At least, you didn’t like like them.  It made you feel so many things at once that you felt dizzy anytime you so much as thought about him.  His sea blue eyes had pierced your soul the first second that you had met, just four months earlier.

God, had it only been four months?  Four months since you had met a man who had completely flipped your world upside down?

The way it had first started had been … messy, to say the least.  You had gone after the same target, but both had the same order attached to it.

No witnesses.

You had made it to him first, taking him out in the kitchen as he made a midnight snack with ease.  But you hadn’t noticed the front door swinging open and the famed Winter Soldier entering. The second you two had seen each other, you knew you were fucked.  You had fought, but that had only resulted in a mass of broken furniture.

There had been a pause in the fighting—the Soldier having backed you up against the wall by the front door—when the door beside you had swung open again, and a man screaming Russian had entered.  Before he had even gotten three steps in the door, you had spun on your heel and jammed your knife into his jugular.  The hot, scarlet blood spurted all over you but you didn’t even flinch, letting your hand fall to your side as you watched the handler drop to the floor.

You had quickly realized that it had been the Winter Soldier’s handler, wondering what was taking his precious asset so long on such a simple mission.

The so-called Asset didn’t know what to do.  His handler controlled everything.  Where he went, what he did.  Without him, he had no idea where to go or who to call.  He knew he could’ve gotten back to Russia, but he had no idea where his base was.  So he had kept you trapped in the apartment, refusing to let you leave while he tried to figure out what his next move was.

He had spent a week and a half pacing back and forth and making you anxious with how neurotic he was being.  You certainly hadn’t helped—antagonizing him whenever you got the chance.  “Sorry, am I vexing you?” You had cooed, batting your eyelashes as he just rolled his eyes with a growl before continuing to pace.  All the tension and cabin fever eventually resulted in a mess of clothes on the floor and an even bigger mess of limbs on the bed of the man you two had killed.

The man who’s body you two still had yet to dispose of.

The two of you had stood in the doorway of the guest bathroom, staring at the bathtub with arms crossed over your chests.  There was still a sheen of sweat covering the two of you from your earlier… activities.  The two of you turned to look at each other, blue eyes meeting e/c.  “We should probably take care of them,” you said, both of you slowly turning to look at the target and his handler’s dead bodies, shoved into the huge bathtub.

“We could just leave them there for someone to find,” he replied, though the lilt in his voice made it sound more like a question.

The laugh that had come out of your throat was much more natural than you had expected it to be.  “We’d at least have to take care of your handler.”  When he didn’t say anything, you tilted your head to look at him.  “Are you going to go back?”  Your voice was soft, wondering.  You hated to admit it, but you had grown fond of him after almost two weeks of being trapped with him.  It was nice, being able to talk to someone who kind of understood your line of work. It had taken him a while to open up to you, but he’d eventually started talking when you asked what his favorite weapon was.

A Kershaw cryo steel blade with a stainless steel handle with titanium carbo-nitride coating.

He had seemed nervous when he told you, embarrassed that he even had a favorite weapon.

But then you had told him that yours was a SOG SEAL pup elite fixed blade and his face had split in a blinding smile.

It hadn’t taken him much to warm up to you after you had disposed of a body together, but maybe that’s what happens after going as long as you two had without meeting another person like you.  Neither of you had thought too much about how crazy you were being when you decided to shake up in an apartment together.  He wanted away from HYDRA, and you wanted to stay in one place for longer than a week. With the pay from the job that you two had met on, it wasn’t like you were struggling for cash either.  Being an assassin sometimes had it’s perks.

You thought about that first week and a half with a faint smile, humming as you looked back down at the knives you had been polishing.  They were placed on either side of you, the left for James and the right for you.  You wanted to do something nice for him, something to surprise him.

You jumped as two strong arms wrapped around you, one warm flesh and the other cold metal.  Both of which you loved equally.  You loved being able to stay curled up with him all night without feeling overheated and sweaty, his prosthetic keeping you cool.  “Good morning,” you said.  You dropped the knife you had been cleaning in favor of intertwining your fingers with his where they rested on your stomach.

James’s lips trailed along your bare shoulder, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. His hot breath caused goosebumps to raise along your arms and he chuckled.  “Good morning, babydoll,” he rumbled, his voice deep and breathy and oh, the things it did to you.  “I never thought cleaning knives could be so… alluring.”

“Oh, yeah?” You mused as you turned your head, capturing his lips in a kiss.  “Do you have a thing for that?”

He smirked, his grip on you becoming more possessive.  “I have a thing for everything you do.”

“I’m so glad I could help you fulfill your dirty fantasies,” you said with a bit of an eyeroll.  When he tried to pull you back to bed, you shook your head and stood, peeling his hands off of you.  You wanted nothing more than to get back under the sheets with him but you had things to do. “No, no, no.  I have to go grocery shopping remember?”  You stood up and began to get dressed, causing him to fall back onto the pillows with a huff.

“Do you have to?” He asked, his voice coming out in a long whine.

“If you want to eat, yes.”  You giggled as you buttoned up your jean shorts and pulled on a tank top.  He didn’t even look at you as you crawled up the bed towards him, though he did let out a rather loud groan of frustration as you straddled his hips and leaned over to peek down at him.  “Baby, I promise you, as soon as I get back I’ll be right back in this bed, okay?”

He opened one eye.  “Naked?”

“Yes, naked.”  You leaned down and pressed a featherlight kiss to his lips.  “You know, I’m starting to think you only like me when you’re fucking me,” you said, pursing your lower lip as you leaned back.

The result was him shooting up, panic in his gorgeous eyes.  “What?  Doll, you know how I feel about you.”  His arms wrapped around your waist as he held you close to his chest, kissing your cheeks, your chin, your forehead, your nose.  “I love you more than life itself.”

“I know, I know,” you giggled, kissing him once more on the lips before pushing him away and pulling on your sandals.  “I’ll be back soon, okay?”

As soon as you were out the door, James was up and in the kitchen. He had remembered a recipe his Ma used to use around the holidays.  It was only for special occasions, since everything was so rationed back then, but he wanted to surprise you.  He was halfway through making the sugar cream pie when he heard the door opening.

“Babydoll,” he called out, a warm smile on his face.  He always felt so giddy when he thought of you.  He was covered in flour from head to toe, the ingredients scattered everywhere.  “Don’t come in the kitchen.”  When he didn’t get a reply, he frowned and grabbed a towel to wipe his hands off. But when he turned to go to the living room, he froze.

A familiar man stood in the doorway to the kitchen, a smirk on his lips. “Babydoll?  Who in the world could that be?”  The agent chuckled as he moved towards him, taking in the small kitchen. “You’ve got quite the little set up here, don’t ya, Soldat?”

James didn’t reply, eyeing the knives that were on the counter behind the agent.  His worst fear was coming true.  He had nightmares about this moment, about HYDRA finding him and putting you in danger. His hands trembled, his mouth going dry.

“Don’t even think about it, Soldat,” he said, already seeing what he’d been thinking.  The agent sauntered forward so he was right in front of the super soldier, swiping his finger through the pie mix and popping it into his mouth.  “Sweet.”  He continued to move around the apartment, James slowly following.  The agent smirked as he picked up a pair of your panties from the floor, twirling it teasingly in front of him before he shoved it into his pocket.  “Think I’ll save these for later, know what I mean?”

And oh, if James didn’t want to tear him apart at that moment.

“I bet she’s a pretty little thing,” the agent hummed, staring him down. It was clearly to challenge him, making him get angry, and it was working.  “Wonder what it would feel like to be inside that sweet—”

James was across the room in an instant, his hand around the agent’s neck as he slammed him up against the wall.  “If you touch her, I will rip you apart with my bare hands,” he snapped, his lips pulled back in a snarl.

“If you kill me, the team outside of HYDRA agents will have her dead within five minutes,” he said, his face going red at the lack of oxygen.  “She really likes that market on the corner, huh? Always gets peaches there.”

He immediately dropped the agent, his eyes widening.  They had eyes on you.  Not only did they find him, they had found him and watched him for long enough to know about you and your routines.  The thought of a sniper pointing his gun at you struck fear into his heart.  You were the love of his life and if you died…  “How—”

“You have two choices, Soldat,” the agent said, brushing off his shirt as though he hadn’t almost been choked to death.  “Either you come with me quietly and we let her live, or you kill me and your babydoll gets a bullet in that cute little head of hers.”

It didn’t take long to get the groceries from the little neighborhood market, and all you could think about was the man waiting in bed for you. He had almost… transformed in the four months you had been with him.  He seemed to be rather old-fashioned, even if he didn’t remember much of his time before HYDRA.  Sometimes he spoke of a best friend, someone named Steve with blond hair and bright blue eyes.  Other times he spoke of how his sisters would thunder about his childhood home, driving his ma wild.  But he was so chivalrous you thought he must’ve time traveled.  No man you had met before had ever been so kind.

You took your time on the way back, relishing in the warmth the summer sun bestowed upon you.  The smell of fresh cannolis was wafting out of a nearby bakery and you made a split-second decision to pop in and grab a sweet treat for you and James to share.

As you finally got home and opened the door of your apartment, you frowned. Something felt wrong.  “James?”  When you got no reply, you moved further into the room, walking into the kitchen. There was some kind of desert left half made on the counter.  “James?”

Your heart broke as you pushed open the door to the bedroom, finding it completely empty.  He was gone.

“I didn’t know that was the moment,” you murmured, biting your lip.  James had your hand in his and was gently caressing it.

The rest of the Avengers, somehow still drunk, had all wandered off, realizing it was more of a private moment between the two of you.

“That was the moment I realized that I would do anything to keep you safe,” he said, pulling you off the stool to stand in between his legs. His free hand moved to caress your hair, tugging on a strand that had fallen out of the elegant French twist.  “Even if it meant I had to leave you.”

“I didn’t really enjoy coming home to an empty apartment,” you said, sadness in your eyes as you thought back to that day.

“Hey.”  James tilted your chin up gently.  “I swore that day that I’d find you again, even if I had to fight wars for you.  I’d get you back and I’d spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

“James,” you whispered as you leaned your forehead against his.  “You’ve more than made it up to me.”  You turned to look at your friends—no, your family. “Look at what you’ve given me.”

It had taken over six months for you to get to the point where you didn’t want to run, and even longer for you to realize that James wasn’t lying. That he really did love you and that he did leave because he wanted to protect you.  In the process, you had shed your old life.  The old you had died and brought forth a new person.  Someone who had love in their life, had family.

Tears rimmed your eyes as you watched them.  Bruce and Natasha were giggling as they passed her bottle of champagne back and forth.  Clint was softly singing to his children as his wife dozed in his arms. Pepper and Tony were swaying slowly in each other’s arms, whispering too low for anyone else to hear.  Steve and Thor were re-enacting some grand story for Wanda and Vision as they laughed.

The sun was beginning to rise over the horizon as it brought on a new day, shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows and casting a halo-like glow around them.  They were your angels.  Steve, Natasha, Tony, Wanda, Bruce, all of them.  But James had been the one to pull you out of a life of no fulfillment.  A life of only living for the next paycheck. Now you had a family that loved you, that cared about whether or not you were safe.  You had gone through your wars and come out of it like a phoenix rising from the ashes.

“I’ve been reborn because you never gave up on me.”

[lucidpantone]

Visitations Preview Chap 4: Chernobyl(s)

Not one for previews but I know some of you are locked inside and ravenous for content. It’s gonna be a few more days til chap 4 is finished but here’s a couple of puzzle pieces to keep you going. Same rules apply. Italics is the Past. If not, it's August 15th at any point in the day I chose to drop you into.

Stay safe friends! I hope this helps.

The brass beads caressed the palm of his hand with velocity.

Until the pull chain cranked the lever.

They laid there, enlightened.

The sulfur vapor bulbs color-washing the walls of their habitat in an amber glaze.

It was painfully small. Pre-war, old but in Belgium’s highly regarded art deco style. The schematics laid it out as a 1/1 with a  ¾ lavatory. It had good lighting though (a prerequisite for the artist) mainly due to the fact that it was surrounded by a couple of those ghastly mid century modern blocks with those hideous matte shine finishes that would double up as a sun ray reflector into their new apartment. Engulfing the space in a celestial limelight. They took the place on the spot because the artist said it “spoke” to him.

Their move-in date was five days after Robbe’s eighteenth birthday.

It was Sander and Robbe’s first night there.

They had spent all day moving and they were exhausted as they lay on the floor of their new apartment surrounded by cardboard boxes and some scented candles in attempt to clear out the smell of mildew. Their furniture wouldn’t be arriving till tomorrow.  

“I like these floors. What kind of wood is this?” Robbe asked curiously.

Sander turned his cheek in the opposite direction as he was laying on the floor on his back and took a guess.

“Mahogany maybe”

Sander turned back to meet Robbe’s eyes.

They had been laying like this for what felt like an eternity. Both lovers drape out on the floor in opposite directions. One with their feet facing north and another pointing south. Both finding a home in the curvature of the other’s arm as they nuzzled their heads onto the others shoulder.

The music had stopped.

“Fuck, I have to change the disk” Sander noted.

Both lovers turned their focus to their Crosley turntable in the corner of the room that was begging to be refreshed spinning aimlessly.

“Do you not want to get up?” Robbe asked Sander sweetly as he twirled his albino hair through his fingers.

“I have zero desire” Sander stated in worned out fashion.

Robbe placed a kiss on Sander’s forehead and began to collect himself off the floor to walk over to the record player. He rummaged through the vinyl case with an effort of determination. Clearly looking for a particular record. Sander was rustling in the background but Robbe wasn’t paying much attention as he thumbed passed vinyl after vinyl sleeve until he located it.

“Ahhh ha” Robbe emoted.

“What are you playing?” Sander asked.

“Wait for it” Robbe placed the turntable arm onto the disk. The lyrics surfed through the sulfur vapor.

[I, I will be king. And you, you will be queen]

Sander laughed a little and then he said, “Our song”.

[Heroes by David Bowie]

Robbe scooted back dragging his knees on the floor back to where Sander laid. His body faced north as Sander faced south. He hovered over Sander and placed a kiss on his opposing lips. The kinda kiss you only ever see in comic book movies inspired by 8 legged creatures. The one where the hero impresses his lover with the ability to find their mouth even when the world is upside down.

Sander reaches up to grab Robbe’s head and pushes his upper body off the floor without breaking the bind of their lips. Both boys are now sitting up. Sander digs his hand into Robbe’s locks and begins to navigate his body towards the wooden surface as Robbe kicks his feet from underneath him to straighten out. Sander guides Robbe’s body back onto the hardwood placing his hand behind his head to protect his skull. The lyrics of Heroes whirlpooling around the room.

Once Robbe finds the floor safely Sander breaks their kiss and says.

“In how many universes are we laying like this right now?” Robbe runs his hand through Sander’s fringe and replies.

“In infinite ones”

“Nowhere as happy as we are” Sander says as his eyes dart all over the room confirming to himself that this feeling he is feeling at that very moment is not a delusion. It's real.

“Close your eyes” Sander whispers as he places himself between Robbe’s thighs. Robbe squeezes his eyes shut but Sander places his hand over his eyes to make sure he isn’t cheating. Sander pulls out a gold ring box wrapped up in red string with a bow tied to the top and hovers it over Robbe’s head with one hand still firmly placed over his vision.

“There is something right in front of you. Try to find it”. Robbe moves his arms up scanning the air for a possible object. Sander teasing him as he moves the box in and out of his direction until he finally places it in Robbe’s hands freeing his vision. Robbe’s beautiful coffee lashes pop open. He stares at the red string box unsure what to say….

“Are you asking me to mar--” Sander shook his head side to side. Then he spoke.

“No...I mean I don’t know. Maybe…. I'm not sure. I’d be missing a Tesla if I was. All I know is I wanted you to have it and keep it safe. It belongs to you.”

Robbe pulled on the red string and the top of the box fell open Sander’s silver ring landing right over his heart. Sander grabbed the silver and slid it onto Robbe’s ring finger and once placed safely onto Robbe’s hand he kissed the top of his finger where the silver ring belonged.

“What did the artist know under the moonlight” Sander queued Robbe.

“That he was the one”

“And what did the Skater boy do in return” Sander added on.

“He stayed” Robbe deeply suspired.

Sander massaged the tip of his nose against Robbe’s in a touching display of vulnerability. He pulled back and whispered nervously.

“If you're ever scared, or you doubt me or us for any reason. Tell me that story and we’ll come back to this moment. We’ll come back to our safe place together and I’ll do the same. Promise?”

Robbe nodded and Sander proceeded in reverence to kiss Robbe’s cheek, forehead, nose, lips, every inch of his face.

“I love you”

“I love you too” Sander said leaning into Robbe's neck and kissed the new tattoo on top of Robbe’s shoulder. He giggled a little to himself.

“I still can’t believe you stole my design and used it to get your first tattoo. It was my idea. ” Sander teased.

“I didn’t steal your design. I was inspired by it and made my own custom design as a birthday present to myself” Robbe let out in a machiavellian style.

“I still can’t believe you beat me to our first tattoo.” Sander shook his head in amusement.

Robbe’s eyes widened like he just remembered something important.

“Oh I forgot to tell you that the tattoo shop was looking for an apprentice. You should go in and talk to them about it.”

“I know nothing about tattooing and I have no experience” Sander enforced.

“That’s why it's called an apprenticeship and half of it is design anyways and we both know you have the best designs.”

Sander looked up to the ceiling in a pensive gaze and then relaxed.

“Ok I’ll go tomorrow” he shrugged out lazily.

“But I guess I just never really thought of myself as someone who would enjoy tattoos. Maybe one or two but not much more than that”. Sander rattled off this thought as if it was meant to be for the withholdings of his mind but he said it out loud.

“Anyways we’re were we at…. Oh yeah the skater boy stayed.” He shot his lover a schemy smile.

Sander had been supporting himself on his elbows this entire time hovering above Robbe. They were starting to burn so he finally collapsed onto Robbe’s chest and just laid relaxed on top of him. He placed his head on the side of Robbe’s so as Robbe turned to face him they were forehead to forehead.

“And what do we say?” Sander questioned Robbe knowing he already knew the answer.

Robbe took this opportunity to wrap his arms around Sander’s neck grabbing each one of his elbow’s with the opposite hand and squeezing Sander painfully tight just like Sander loved it.

“He stays…. and” Robbe continues the story.

They say the next part of the tale in unison.

“We stay”

“If he goes” Robbe adds on.

They marry their voices together again.

“We go”

Robbe looks into Sander’s gaze for the last part. They are bound so close together at this moment their nose, mouth’s and chin’s are millimeters apart.

“If he has to fight for it” Sander asks with hesitation.

Robbe and Sander take a moment to acknowledge the importance of this final vow.

“We fight”

The lovers seal their pledge towards allegiance with a kiss.

As the embers of the candles surrounding them flicker in and out while the lyrics to heroes linger overhead like a protective halo over their union.

************************************************************************************* The strobe lights flickered in and out as the walls around him began to pulsate. The deep base trembling underneath him.It was making him nauseas or maybe it was the bottle of whiskey infiltrating his blood stream. It was beginning to ravage his body and psyche all at once. The proof torpeding into his personal yellow submarine incinerating him from within. God he was so hot, sweltering even. A heat that could only be found during the times of antebellums when white buds were king and sunburnt subjects were priced by the quick grasp of their hands. It was raw, punishing, a worn out type of heat. It reminded him of India. He wanted to go back there so badly. He hated it here. He had only been back in Antwerp for six weeks and his entire life had gone nuclear.

Robbe and him had broken up, or were on a “break” and Sander was in full blown meltdown. Taking every opportunity to get black out drunk at whatever available college party he called “fun” for the night or dive bar that didn’t attempt to cut him off whenever he got too lethargic. This was day seven in a row into Sander’s deranged journey into piety. The reactors of his mind on the precipice of nose diving into the ozone barely tethering reality but tonight would go down as the night when the bottom finally fell out. He can’t quite recall the night in its entirety but luckily the age of modernity allowed others to document its happenings for him and upload them onto various social incubators. It all started innocently enough with a game of truth or dare like all fool’s tales do. Sander being the self declared maverick tiptoed outside the lines of safety and went with a dare. A pretty blonde that had been sizing him up since he walked in dared him to kiss her and not one of those cutesy pootsy smooches but a real deep kiss. Why Sander went ahead and agreed to doing this he still doesn't really know probably a symptom of his debilitating acumen but he did it, and then he did it again, then with another girl, and then a guy. All whilst these regrets were being time capsuled  by the crowd around them and uploaded for later revisits. Sander doesn’t remember the bust up with Jens who was at the same party and witnessed all of Sander’s antics but he was told they fought and it was bad.  Well to Sander’s luck the event had been captured for him and on video. It was only a few seconds long but it was a clear take by take splice of Jens’s being pulled off Sander’s body who he had pinned to a wall while he gutted Sander out verbally for embarrassing his friend. Last thing you can hear as the filmed rolled to black was Jens screaming at Sander saying “how could you embarrass him like this”. Once again Sander will remember none of this. These parts of the night will become blind spots in his mind. All these moments will become images wrapped up in frosted cellophane. All a bit muddled, lacking in clear demarcations for identification.  The next real moment he clearly remembers is one he wishes was a blind spot. He recognized his surroundings immediately; it was a place he knew but he was there with someone he didn’t. The blonde from the party, she was sitting on top of him in the driver side backseat of his car with her shirt off as they were tangled up in a steamy makeout session. Lightening struck Sander and he shudder making him come back to himself, making him realize what the fuck is he doing. The blonde starts to grind down on him and ups the pace as she reaches for his belt when she whispers in Sander’s ear “Keep touching me, I’ve never felt something like-”. Sander violently flings her off him and opens the backseat door as the heat of his body finally tackles him to the ground and the dregs of his stomach pour out his mouth. The taste of disgust encircling him. He faintly hears the blonde mutter a ton of hate towards his direction as she slams the backseat passenger side door closed.

Sander manages to step out of the car. His motor skills in complete disarray. Barely able to stand. He finally holds himself up by holding out both arms out onto the car for support as his body convulses in dry heave after dry heave as the contents of his stomach spew out. He needs to lie down, he thinks to himself. He lays out on the grass like some fein off a high in need of resuscitation and looks up at the sky. The star surveillance looking down at him in shame and disdain. A sob begins to originate from his chest and once it starts it doesn’t stop. He thinks of Robbe and what this night is going to cost him. He rolls onto his side as he feels a gut punch to his insides as the guilt defiles him.

 Sander asks himself, was this really worth it? 

Even if Robbe had lied to him Sander had only made the situation worse. Robbe also didn’t know that Sander knew he lied but he found the paperwork. It wasn’t the lie that hurt their relationship, it was the reason why Robbe was lying to him. He kept secrets. Sander understood that the last year of Robbe’s university life was hell. Sander had been sick a lot and Robbe’s mom was also suffering so a dark shadow came over Robbe. He was quick to anger and snap at those who dared to harm Sander with their judgements. He started to keep things from Sander. Secrets. The day university decisions came out for certification programs Sander knew Robbe had applied to the best architecture programs across Europe but his heart was set on London or Italy. Decisions came out and Robbe told Sander he didn’t get into those programs but that he did get into Brussels and that he was more than happy to go there. However, Sander found the acceptance letters in Robbe’s backpack as he rummaged through it for a lighter. He did get into both programs he had just lied to Sander about it. Sander could be quick to get paranoid so he gave him the benefit of the doubt and during dinner he asked Robbe why he thought he didn’t get into those other programs. Robbe looked straight at Sander’s face and lied to him again saying he didn’t know. His renderings probably weren’t good enough. Sander put this instance in the back of his mind and thought they just needed a break from Antwerp and booked them a trip to India as an early 22nd birthday present for Robbe.  India was perfect. They were so happy there. Sander totally forgot about the lie but then they came back to Belgium and Robbe started certification in Brussels. He came back to Antwerp after his first week of school mentioning that candidates were allowed to go to London on Eramus (european study abroad) in their 2nd semester but that he had no interest in going. This sounded strange to Sander, all Robbe could talk about before is how much he wanted to go to London. So when Robbe went to shower after one of their bedroom sessions Sander looked through Robbe’s things and sure enough Robbe had filled out all the Eramus paperwork to go to London. Another lie. Sander gave Robbe the benefit of the doubt again and during breakfast he told Robbe that he should apply to go to London that it’d be good for him. Robbe looked at Sander again and lied to his face saying he just had no interest in going anymore. A lie on top of a lie. This brought forward a dark cloud of distrust over their relationship. One Sander simply couldn’t ignore, especially because he gave Robbe several opportunities to come clean and he never would. Robbe had taken it upon himself to make decisions about their relationship without discussing things with Sander. In attempts to control him.

Sander had never planned on breaking up with Robbe. The break was just to give Robbe time to think until Sander would eventually come forward and tell Robbe that he knew about the lying. That he didn’t need to hide things from him to simply protect Sander from whatever he thought he was protecting him from. Well it didn’t work out that way. Robbe was pissed and would call Sander every night in tears asking why he was doing this to them, that Sander was being selfish and just rage down the phone making Sander even angier. He wasn’t the selfish one. Sander would drink to ease his anxiety so he could build up the courage to confront Robbe but he never got to do it in the end. Day seven beat him to it.  

Sander’s sobs pulled him out of his own memories. The arrival of his lungs wheezing for air shocked his system. Sander was struggling to breathe. He sat up on the grass and a wave of guilt hit him. He was shaking and sobbing uncontrollably in between heavy wheezes. All he could think of is that he needed to hear Robbe’s voice. He stumbled back into the driver seat of his car and picked up his phone and called Robbe.

“Hello” Robbe picked up sounding sleepy.

Sander didn’t say anything as he held back sobs in the back of his throat rocking his body back and forth in the chair. Finally leaning his forehead forward on the steering wheel for support. The palm of his free hand rubbing his temple as he tried to muster up words.

“Sander….” Robbe responded again.

Sander steadied his voice as much as he could and suspired in attempts to compose himself and finally spoke.

“I miss you. I love you so much.”

“I love you too”

These words would become ingrained in Sander’s mind. This would be the last time Robbe would say I love you to him. The next time he would hear those words again from Robbe would be five days before Robbe’s 26th birthday. Four years later.

“I don’t deserve you. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me.” Sander starts to unravel as he continues to speak, wet snot dripping from his nose now. A range of high pitch sounds generating from the back of his throat as he manages to mutter out his confessions.

“I love you [a sob breaks through], Am so sorry” The last part barely audible as he cries into the steering wheel.

“Sander where are you?” Robbe’s voice is in full blown panic on the other end.

“I love you. That's all that matters” Sander is forecily coughing out all these words as tears flood out, “Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Promise me?”

“I promise. Where are you right now? Talk to me please.” Sander can hear Robbe welling up on the other end. His voice breaking with concern.

Sander can’t hold onto his consciousness any longer and he finally lets his eyelids give way and passes out. The phone falls to the ground as Robbe’s voice can be heard screaming out for Sander as his face slumps onto the driver's side window, the after taste of his stomach acids doused all over his mouth and shirt. Sander’s body loses slack and his hand grazes the hazard lights on. A signal to the outside world that he was in need of rescue but it went unnoticed. The streets were hollow.

Dank.

Still.

Lifeless.

Sander doesn’t know what happened the rest of that night but as Robbe hung up the phone to call Jens to go find Sander . He saw the social notifications. His friends tagging him on videos of Sander making out with randoms but the worst of it all was the video of Sander and the blonde getting busted in the bathroom half naked about to dial it up a notch. Robbe’s heart shattered instantly. Hot tears poured out of him as he called Jens to go find Sander because he was worried he would do something stupid. Jens found him eventually and took him home to recover. The morning after would be the last voice conversation they would have for over a year. Robbe would ask if he was okay, Sander would just cry and tell Robbe how much he loved him. Robbe would say nothing more then he needed time and to please not attempt to come to Brussels he didn’t want to see him but he also made Sander promise he wouldn’t do anything stupid. Sander agreed. Robbe hung up and that's the last time they spoke until Robbe showed up at the hospital. Robbe would end up going on Eramus to London a couple of months after this incident. He wouldn’t even go back to Antwerp for Christmas break he would leave as soon as the winter semester wrapped up. He would use his time in London to rehabilitate his heart extending his stay up until the end of summer and the start of his new school year. Keeping him away from Belgium for almost ten months.

Sander would plummet into a tour of self induced atrophy that would last for a little over a year. Finally culminating into one of the worst depressive episodes of his young adult life. He would end up hospitalized for one of his longest stints yet. He didn’t know it as he hung up the phone to Robbe and wiped away his tears but his hospitalization would bring forth the miracle of his desire. His next of kin (emergency contact). Robbe would come back for him. He’d go and find Sander in the depths of his psychological warzone and drag his body out of the open field and into the tranches for safe keeping. He’d save Sander from himself, Robbe’s touch finally stabilizing him and stopping the harmful spread of radiation that emanated from within him. Robbe would nurse Sander back to health by transporting him back to their safe place for purification and healing. A rebirth of sorts. This and only this would finally bring Sander back to himself, and finally back to Robbe. Preview done for now (this is only a quarter of the chap).... read the rest on AO3 in a few days. Chap 4 is currently at 11k so its a mammoth of a chapter. See you there!

[starksnack]

For @stony-week Day 1: Identity P*rn

Tied Together // Stony // 2.4k // AO3

Tony played with the red string tied into a tiny bow around his fourth finger, a precursor to the wedding ring that would sit there someday if all went according to fate’s grand plan. Everyone got a little red thread that only they could see, a cord that tied them to their soulmate across space, time, and the ephemeral fabric of the vast universe.

He ran his thumb over his finger meeting skin where the thread was tied to him. The string would only disappear when Tony found his soulmate so, for now, it was a reminder of the happiness that was to come. When Tony was younger, he used to think it was silly. Afghanistan had changed that, the thread becoming something to live for.

With a deep sigh, Tony settled into his new penthouse. Stark Tower was now a beacon of clean energy. It was a major environmental success and Tony couldn’t help the pride he felt at being the first name in renewable, clean energy. He just wished he had someone to share it with.

That’s when the phone rang, Agent’s name flashing across the screen.

***

It was a crazy and hectic week, from learning thermonuclear astrophysics to battling Loki’s angst and his army of alien misfits all while keeping his identity a secret. He gritted his teeth as he touched down on the tower landing pad. Meeting Steve Rogers was both the highlight and the lowest point of this whole endeavor. It was great to finally meet the subject of his childhood wet dreams, but his delight was eclipsed by memories of his father who always compared him to the great and powerful Captain America. This didn’t even mention the fact that Rogers hated him. A recipe for big fucking yikes.

On the bright side, it hadn’t taken much convincing to get the Avengers to move into the tower. They had all been the for the giant wormhole that opened up above the city and apparently that had been enough to get them to each claim a floor in Stark Tower.

When things finally settled down, Tony got back into the workshop and stepped out of his suit. His heart stuttered to a halt in his chest. The string around his finger was gone. He stared at his left hand, willing his vision to shift the red thread back in place around his fourth finger but nothing changed. Somewhere in the last week, he had met his soulmate, and he hadn’t even noticed.

Tony sat down in his chair, hard, blinking away the wetness in his eyes. There was no use crying over spilled milk. He had been so focused on trading quips with Rogers and battling an emo demigod that he had missed the most important moment of his life.

He shook his head, rattling his marbled back into place. He needed to get a grip before Dum-E hit him with a rolled up tabloid and beeped at him to pull himself together. He was Tony Stark. If he could build the Iron Man suit in a cave with a box of scraps, he could find his soulmate.

“Jarvis, you up?” anxiety colored his words and he kissed his teeth as his desktop booted up. The Stark Industries logo flashed across the glass and Tony’s fingers beat an impatient rhythm across the metal casing of the arc reactor.

“Always,” Jarvis responded, the holograms throwing blue light across Tony’s features. The glow wrapped Tony in a bright cocoon and he relaxed. It would be okay, Jarvis would help. “How can I be of assistance?”

“I need a record of everyone I met this last week and whether or not they have registered soulmates. I’m looking for anyone whose thread disappeared. Scan social media postings and soulmate announcement feeds.” Tony splayed his hands out, looking through the generated lists to see if there was a face he recognized. Someone with whom he had made eye contact and formed a bond. So far, no dice. He frowned, “Sort by the likelihood of being my soulmate.”

Jarvis pulled up the feed from the armor running facial recognition while pulling up a guest list from the event in Germany and a roster of all the Shield agents on the Helicarrier this past week. With the hundreds of names crossing his screen, Tony felt his eyes glaze over, hopelessness pulling at the back of his skull and swelling into a headache.

A knock on his workshop door drew him out of his thoughts and he turned to find Rogers standing on the other side, shifting from foot to foot. He was dressed in civvies, a dreadful looking button-down tucked into khakis.

Tony waved him in, turning back to his project. A small list was forming and it looked fairly promising. It was still a lot of names to sort through.

Rogers cleared his throat pointedly. “Can I speak to Iron Man?”

Tony frowned casting a glance at the suit in the corner. There was no way he could play off someone being asleep in there. “He just left for the day but I can take a message.”

“He left?” Rogers raised his brows incredulously, “I thought all the Avengers were staying in the tower. What if there’s an emergency and we need air support?”

“I gave him the suitcase armor to take with him while I repair this one. There’s no need to get your panties in a twist.” Tony rolled his eyes, turning back to his screen, He nearly let out a frustrated groan when he found the list had doubled in size. Significantly less promising. He needed time to think without the big blond distraction hovering behind him. “Is there anything else you needed?”

“No thanks, I’ll just talk to Iron Man when he comes back.” Tony nodded, expecting him to turn around and leave. Instead, Rogers just followed with another pointed throat clearing and Tony resisted the urge to throw the nearest tool, a socket wrench it appeared, at his head. He whirled around in his seat and bit out an irritated, “Yes?”

“I just wanted to apologize for what I said on the helicarrier,” Rogers twisted his fingers in front of him, mouth screwed up in distaste. “It wasn’t right of me, I really appreciate you letting us into your home, and giving us Iron Man.”

Tony nodded, “I didn’t mean what I said either.” He turned back to his list, eyes nearly popping out of his head as he found hundreds of names filling up the screen. “I have a really important experiment running, can you excuse me?”

“Of course,” Tony didn’t need to turn around to know that Rogers was nodding earnestly at him. “The team is going to go out for pizza later, I would love it if you joined us.”

Tony thought about it a moment. If this whole list turned out to be a bust, comfort food would probably be his best bet so he could eat his sorrows away. Tony squeezed his eyes shut, willing the list to get smaller. “Sure, I’ll be there.”

***

Tony never did figure out who his soulmate was. He did get a laugh at some of the names on the list though. Taylor Swift and Elon Musk were apparently candidates, though Tony dismissed those quickly. The biggest laugh was Rogers though, Jarvis thought he was most likely to be Tony’s soulmate but that was pretty much impossible considering Rogers didn’t really like him. Sure, he included Tony in all their group outings and they were friendly, but seeing how Rogers interacted with Iron Man, the ease in their partnership on the battlefield and the relaxed line of his shoulders when they spoke, something he never did with Tony, proved that Rogers didn’t think of him as soulmate material.

One whole year had come and gone and Tony still couldn’t look at the fourth finger of his left hand with anything but longing. Somewhere, someone else was suffering the same despair of an unknown bond and there was nothing that upset Tony more.

And then Rogers had to go and ask Iron Man out.

They were just finishing up a joint training exercise, working seamlessly to take out the targets Tony had painstakingly created when Rogers approached, a broad grin on his face as he pushed his sweat-soaked bangs off his forehead. “Heya Shellhead.”

“Hey Winghead,” Tony responded fiddling with a loose plate on the armor. This one needed a tune-up anyway, he might as well just design a new suit. “Good training session.”

“Yeah,” Rogers replied, shifting from foot to foot in a way that Tony knew meant he was nervous. “I worked up quite the appetite and I was wondering if maybe you wanted to go and grab a bite, just the two of us?” Rogers trailed off, eyes trained on his red leather boots.

“Uhm,” Tony frowned. “I’m not really feeling like a smoothie right now,” he pointed to the faceplate to indicate that he couldn’t really put food in his mouth. “So, that’s going to have to be a no.”

“Oh,” Rogers nodded dumbly, the beginnings of a frown pulling his brows together. “I’m sorry, maybe  I was just reading into things.” Rogers scrubbed at the back of his neck with his hand, a blush spreading furiously across his cheeks. “I really like you and I was wondering if you liked me back.”

Tony’s heart hurt because of course Rogers had to go and fall in love with Iron Man when he hated Tony.

“I really don’t think that’s the best idea,” Tony responded, standing up in one fluid motion and forcing Rogers to take a step back. “There’s the whole issue of my secret identity and the Avengers and don’t we have a policy against fraternization-”

“Iron Man,” Rogers cut him off, stepping forward so that they’re face to face. “I don’t care who you are behind the mask, I love you.”

And then Steve’s hands were on either side of his face, pressing a kiss to the slit of the mask. His eyes were open, as though he could see through the glass of the faceplate, gaze heavy with desire. Tony could see every stroke of blue in his eyes, the perfect slash of green and the long flutter of his blond lashes when his eyes finally slid shut.

Steve pulled away, breathing heavily. “I think you’re my soulmate.”

Tony was out of the gym in under ten seconds.

***

When Steve showed up to the workshop the next day, looking totally miserable, Tony almost felt bad for him. And then annoyance overcame him when he remembered that somehow Steve had gotten it into his head that they were soulmates. Well, not them. Him and Iron Man. Tony didn’t know what was worse.

“Hey,” Steve mumbled. There was a giant wicker basket cradled in his arms, the smell of Tony’s favorite muffins, blueberry, wafting up from underneath a red napkin. “Can you give this to Iron Man.”

Tony resisted the urge to just accept the basket and cram the muffins into his mouth while watching reruns of the Bachelor. “He’s not going to be back for the while, the muffins will go bad, just drop them off at the homeless shelter on the corner.”

Steve’s lower lip wobbled and he looked a second away from crying before he nodded, backing out of Tony’s workshop and to the elevator.

Tony tried not to feel bad.

He felt bad anyway.

***

It was a fight that revealed Iron Man’s identity to the world.

Everything started out fine and dandy, some angsty teens had gotten ahold of some Chitauri tech and built robots that were wreaking havoc at a bowling alley downtown until it got out of hand and spilled out onto the street. Some civilians, a bowling team it seemed by the garish matching shirts, were chucking bowling balls at the robots. Tony learned the hard way that when the robots exploded, they spewed acid that kind of melted through metal. And then one exploded in his face.

His first instinct was to protect the reactor. He didn’t know how the metal casing would react to the acid and the last thing he needed was to go into cardiac arrest during the fight when the rest of the team didn’t even know that the same reactor that powered the suit also powered his heart. He didn’t even notice the faceplate had melted away until he felt the cool heat of the midday sun on his face.

Tony took out the rest of the robots with an extreme vengeance before dropping down by Clint to give him a lift to where the rest of the team was gathering in the street.

“Oh my god, Tony?” Steve’s jaw dropped and then he was cupping Tony’s face, eyes wide as his fingers ran over where the acid had singed his skin. Tony waited with bated breath for the insults, fully expecting to be kicked off the scene. He least expected Steve to pull him into a hug asking if he was alright.

“‘M fine,” Tony mumbled back, the words muffled in the kevlar of Steve’s suit. He pulled away turning to the other Avengers but none of them looked ready to tear into him. Instead, there were encouraging smiles all around.

Tony’s suit was still flight-capable, but he chose to ride back with the other Avengers, still shocked that no one was telling him he was unworthy to be Iron Man. He was sitting closer to the back of the quinjet, thinking about how he would handle being kicked off the team when Steve sat beside him.

“Hey so. I know we got off on the wrong foot,” Steve started a bashful smile s spreading across his face, “but I woke up in this new century wondering if I would ever find my soulmate and the night we met in Germany, my string faded away.”

“Oh,” Tony said intelligently, the pieces falling into place in his mind. Maybe Jarvis was right and they were actually soulmates. Who would have thought?

“Yeah,” Steve laughed, a rich beautiful sound falling from his lips. “Anyway, now that there isn’t a faceplate in the way, I was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner? The two of us, on a date?”

Tony finally allowed himself to think that maybe, the team was okay with him being Iron Man and Steve was possibly his soulmate. He grinned up at Steve, brown eyes lit up.

“I would love that.”

[ambivalentangst]

Don’t You Throw Those Pills, Old Man

For my lovely beef mother, @taylortut to cheer her up with some whump-style good vibes—feverish, uncooperative Tony with caretaker Peter, based off one of these prompts. Enjoy! 

“How the hell is your temperature still climbing? I double-dosed you!”

So, Tony had flown in to save his kid from certain doom. So, he had a little bit of a fever and mountain of work still sitting on his desk. So, he’d collapsed directly after blasting the armed thief into next Tuesday and now had Peter dragging him back to his apartment. This sort of thing just happened sometimes, and Tony rolled with the punches.

“Kid,” he complained from his spot sprawled on Peter’s back. Every time he took a step and shifted Tony the world spun, but he was trying not to focus on that. “Really, I’m right as rain. One hundred percent ready to go. Just call Happy and he’ll take me back to the compound and I’m a burden off your shoulders.” Peter reached the front door of his complex and punched in the code. “Literally.” Peter shook his head, and Tony reminded himself that he was supposed to be the adult. He tried to move off him, but his legs were unsteady beneath him and everything was too hot and bright. Peter caught him before he fell again, which Tony appreciated because he already had kind of a lot of blood seeping from his forehead and the hall carpet of this place looked nice enough to where he’d feel bad about staining it.

“Mr. Stark, with all due respect, I think Miss Potts will actually murder me if I don’t make you lay down.” Tony frowned.

“When did you get the chance to talk to Pepper?” he groaned, hanging off his kid’s shoulder while he fumbled for his keys. Peter got his arms back around him as he dragged him inside to shove him on the couch, and Tony only made a soft grunt of surprise when he did, so he was proud of himself for that. Peter suddenly had a thermometer he ran across his forehead, and then went off to his kitchen, probably. Tony was too busy trying to make sense of the way the ceiling was spinning to really pay much attention.

“She called me as soon as FRIDAY told her you left the compound.” Tony hummed. That sounded like Pepper.

“You’d better listen to her,” Tony told him, brows furrowing at the sound of opening and closing cabinets. Regardless, he kept talking. He was good at talking to drown things out. “She’s pretty scary. You know she almost blew me up one time?” Peter was at his side soon, looking a little paler than normal.

“Blew you up?” Tony nodded. Peter had some pills and a glass of water with him, but Tony didn’t pay them much mind.

“And she wasn’t even all that mad at me then. Careful around her, she’s a menace. Another time—hey kid what are you doing?” Peter had shoved the water and the medicine into his hands and stared at him expectantly.

“Mr. Stark, uh, I don’t know if you’ve noticed or anything, but you have a pretty bad fever and I really don’t wanna’ get blown up so if you could—”

Tony was an ass when he didn’t feel like shit, but his tongue felt heavy in his mouth and he just wanted to get back to the compound and suffer alone. He tossed the pills in the air and shut his eyes so he didn’t have to see Peter’s arms dart out with unnatural speed to catch them.

“No.” Peter sighed.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not sick. I’m just fine and I’d be doing even better if you could make Happy take me back to the compound.” Peter frowned.

“Mr. Stark, if you were fine couldn’t you just use your suit to go back?” Tony didn’t like that the kid had a point. Fine, his reasoning skills were shot, but his head hurt and his skin felt itchy with the blood clotted on it so he let it slide. He stuck out a hand.

“Whatever. Just give me the pills, kid.” Peter was quick to do as he asked, and Tony had already swallowed them down dry before he realized that was what the glass of water was probably there to help with.

Peter rambled on for a short while, during which Tony drank his water and tried to tune out his nonsensical worries—most involving what the newly even more terrifying Miss Potts might do to Peter if he let him get hurt. Eventually, the kid stopped when he realized Tony’s eyes had glazed over and reached for the thermometer.

The soft pressure of it on Tony’s forehead was a nuisance, but not as painful as it could be with his currently sensitive skin, so he sat and let the kid get it over with. He looked at the temperature and cursed softly. Tony frowned. He should’ve probably said something about that, but he didn’t care enough right then.

“How is your temp still climbing? I gave you a double dose since you said your arc reactor—”

Peter dissolved into a mumbled tangent about the science of it all that Tony probably could’ve helped with had he been more lucid, but he let his head fall back on the couch cushion with his normal, fairly arrogant nonchalance.

“I’m tired, kid. Saving your ass is hard work.” From the corner of his barely opened eyes, Tony saw the kid’s brows knit together.

“Mr. Stark, you collapsed and I had to carry you back to my place. May might be mad at you for crashing here, by the way.” Tony felt faint alarm shoot through at him. His aunt, though attractive, was a force to be reckoned with.

“Ah, that’s no good,” he murmured, mostly to himself, but he was tired, and since he didn’t feel himself bleeding enough for that to be a problem, he let his eyes fully shut. “Fair trade, I guess. Scary lady for scary lady. I’m gonna’ sleep, kid. Falling a couple times, getting scraped up, and getting lugged up a few flights of stairs really takes out of a guy.” Tony might’ve messed that saying up. He continued regardless. Peter liked him enough to not even catch it, most likely. “Call Pepper if I start dying. FRIDAY should respond to your voice on my phone for something like that. ‘Night. Don’t do anything stupid while I’m out.” A little bit of polite laughter reached Tony’s ears, but it was washed away by the sleep taking ahold of him.

Peter figured he was kidding. Mr. Stark wasn’t actually going to all but pass out on his couch and leave him to explain that one to May, was he? Except, Tony wasn’t talking anymore.

“Good one, Mr. Stark.”

Nothing.

“Mr. Stark?”

Peter groaned. He was so grounded.

[equilrxnlab]

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Constructed from high-quality borosilicate glass, these reactors exhibit remarkable resistance to thermal shock and chemical corrosion. This durability makes them suitable for handling aggressive solvents and reagents, ensuring long-term reliability and operational stability.

3. Efficient Mixing and Reaction Control

The integrated stirring system plays a crucial role in reaction uniformity. Equipped with a variable-speed motor, the reactor ensures thorough mixing of reactants, promoting consistent results. The stirring mechanism also prevents localized overheating or concentration gradients, enhancing process reproducibility.

4. Vacuum and Pressure Compatibility

Many 1L double glazed reactors support vacuum operation, allowing for reduced reaction temperatures and solvent recovery. This capability is essential for processes such as distillation and crystallization, improving yield and purity. Additionally, they can withstand moderate pressure variations, expanding their applicability in various experimental setups.

5. Versatile Applications in Research and Industry

From pharmaceutical research to chemical synthesis and nanotechnology, these reactors are indispensable in numerous scientific fields. Their precise temperature and reaction control make them ideal for studies requiring repeatability and accuracy.

For those seeking a high-performance 1L double glazed reactor, EquilRxnLab offers industry-leading solutions designed to meet the demands of modern laboratories. More details about the AKF-1L Double Glazed Reactor can be found here.

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How to Choose the Best 1L Double Glazed Reactor for Your Lab: Key Features to Prioritize

Selecting the right 1L double glazed reactor is critical for optimizing chemical synthesis, distillation, or crystallization processes in your lab. With varying designs and functionalities available, understanding core features ensures you invest in equipment that aligns with your research needs. This guide breaks down the must-have 1L double glazed reactor features, offering insights to help you make an informed decision—while subtly highlighting how EquilRxnLab’s solutions excel in these areas.

1. Material Quality and Durability

The foundation of any reliable reactor lies in its construction. Double glazed reactors use two layers of borosilicate glass to create an insulating vacuum, minimizing heat loss and ensuring thermal stability. When evaluating a 1L reactor:

Verify Glass Grade: High-quality borosilicate glass (e.g., GG17 or equivalent) resists thermal shock and chemical corrosion.

Check Joints and Seals: Reinforced PTFE or fluoropolymer seals prevent leaks during high-pressure reactions.

EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L Double Glazed Reactor employs precision-engineered glass and chemically inert seals, making it ideal for prolonged use under aggressive conditions. Explore their full product catalog for detailed specifications.

2. Temperature Control and Uniformity

Precise temperature regulation is non-negotiable for reproducibility. Look for:

Integrated Jacket Design: A double-layered jacket allows uniform heat distribution via oil or water circulation.

Compatibility with External Systems: Ensure the reactor integrates with your lab’s chillers, heaters, or cryostats.

EquilRxnLab’s design includes a seamless jacket interface, enabling precise control from -80°C to 250°C. For visual guidance, their YouTube channel demonstrates setup workflows.

3. Stirring Mechanism Flexibility

Efficient mixing is vital for homogeneous reactions. Prioritize reactors with:

Adjustable Speed: A motor capable of 0–600 RPM (or higher) accommodates viscous or shear-sensitive mixtures.

Modular Stirrers: Interchangeable impellers (e.g., anchor, propeller, or paddle) adapt to different viscosities.

The AKF-1L reactor supports variable-speed motors and customizable stirring configurations, ensuring adaptability across experiments.

4. Safety and User-Friendliness

Labs demand equipment that minimizes risks. Key safety features include:

Pressure Relief Valves: Automatic pressure regulation prevents over-pressurization.

Stable Mounting Frame: A rigid stainless-steel stand reduces vibration and tipping hazards.

EquilRxnLab incorporates these safeguards into their reactors, alongside ergonomic clamps and intuitive control panels. Follow their Instagram for safety tips and user testimonials.

5. Scalability and Compatibility

A 1L reactor should integrate seamlessly with peripheral lab tools:

Standard Ground Joints: Ensure compatibility with condensers, dosing pumps, or sensors.

Modular Ports: Multiple openings for thermocouples, reflux setups, or vacuum lines enhance versatility.

The AKF-1L’s standardized joints and ports simplify system expansion, as showcased in EquilRxnLab’s Facebook tutorials.

6. Maintenance and Support

Long-term value depends on ease of maintenance and vendor reliability:

Detachable Components: Easy-to-clean parts reduce downtime.

Warranty and Technical Support: Opt for brands offering responsive customer service.

EquilRxnLab provides comprehensive manuals and dedicated support via their contact page, ensuring your reactor remains operational for years.

Conclusion Choosing a 1L double glazed reactor hinges on balancing material robustness, temperature precision, safety, and scalability. By prioritizing these features, labs can enhance experimental accuracy while minimizing operational risks. EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L model exemplifies this balance, offering a reliable, adaptable solution for diverse applications. For hands-on demos or inquiries, visit their product page or connect via their social channels.

Final Tip: Always cross-reference technical specs with your lab’s workflow requirements. A well-chosen reactor becomes a cornerstone of efficient, repeatable science.

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Understanding the Specifications of a 1L Reactor: What Every Lab Professional Should Know

Understanding the Specifications of a 1L Reactor: What Every Lab Professional Should Know

Meta Description: Dive into the critical specifications of a 1L reactor and why they matter for your experiments. Learn how EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L model combines precision, durability, and versatility.

Summary: A 1L reactor’s specifications determine its performance in chemical processes. This guide breaks down key features like material compatibility, temperature range, and safety mechanisms, with insights into EquilRxnLab’s high-performance design.

Introduction

In laboratory settings, the success of chemical reactions often hinges on the equipment’s technical specifications. For small-scale experiments, the 1L reactor is a workhorse—but not all reactors are created equal. Understanding its specifications—from glass thickness to temperature tolerances—ensures optimal performance, safety, and reproducibility.

This article decodes the essential specifications of a 1L reactor, explaining their practical implications for researchers. We’ll also reference EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L Double Glazed Reactor, a model engineered to meet rigorous lab demands.

1. Material Composition: Borosilicate Glass & Chemical Resistance

The reactor’s construction directly impacts its durability and compatibility:

Borosilicate Glass: Known for low thermal expansion, it withstands rapid temperature changes (-80°C to 200°C) without cracking.

Double-Walled Design: Insulates reactions and minimizes heat loss, critical for energy-intensive processes.

Chemical Resistance: Resists acids, alkalis, and organic solvents, making it ideal for corrosive syntheses (e.g., HF etching).

EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L reactor uses premium 3.3 borosilicate glass, ensuring longevity even in aggressive chemical environments.

2. Temperature Range & Control Mechanisms

Precise thermal management is non-negotiable:

Operating Range: A broad span (-80°C to 200°C) accommodates cryogenic studies and high-temperature distillations.

Fluid Circulation Ports: Enable heating/cooling fluids (e.g., silicone oil, ethanol) to flow between glass layers for uniform temperature distribution.

Digital Integration: Some models pair with external controllers for programmable ramping or cooling rates.

For labs requiring reproducibility, EquilRxnLab’s reactor supports seamless integration with third-party temperature systems.

3. Vacuum Tolerance & Seal Integrity

Vacuum compatibility expands experimental possibilities:

Pressure Rating: Look for reactors rated to at least 0.095 MPa vacuum for solvent removal or degassing.

Seal Materials: PTFE or FFKM seals prevent leaks during vacuum operations, crucial for air-sensitive reactions (e.g., organolithium syntheses).

Stirring Under Vacuum: Ensure the motor and shaft tolerate reduced pressure without compromising torque.

The AKF-1L’s PTFE-coated joints and reinforced seals excel in vacuum-driven workflows, as demonstrated in EquilRxnLab’s YouTube tutorials.

4. Stirring System Specifications

Efficient mixing is vital for homogeneous reactions:

Motor Power: A 40-60W motor typically suffices for 1L volumes, balancing speed (0-600 RPM) and stability.

Stirring Shaft Material: Glass or PTFE-coated stainless steel avoids contamination in metal-sensitive reactions.

Impeller Options: Choose paddle, anchor, or propeller designs based on viscosity (e.g., polymers vs. aqueous solutions).

EquilRxnLab offers customizable stirring configurations, detailed in their product catalog.

5. Safety Features & Ergonomics

User safety and ease of operation are paramount:

Pressure Relief Valves: Automatically vent excess gas to prevent explosions in pressurized reactions.

Sturdy Clamping System: Securely holds the reactor in place during vigorous stirring or vacuum cycles.

Ergonomic Ports: Multiple ground-glass joints allow easy addition of probes, reagents, or sampling devices.

EquilRxnLab’s design includes a fail-safe pressure valve and non-slip base, prioritizing lab safety.

6. Compatibility with Accessories & Scalability

A reactor’s adaptability determines its long-term value:

Condenser Compatibility: Connect Liebig or coil condensers for reflux or distillation.

Scalability: Small-scale results in a 1L reactor often inform pilot or industrial processes.

Modular Upgrades: Options like overhead stirrers or pH probes extend functionality.

For labs planning to scale, EquilRxnLab’s AKF series ensures consistent performance across reactor sizes.

Conclusion

The specifications of a 1L reactor—from material quality to thermal range—define its role in your lab’s success. Whether synthesizing novel compounds, optimizing reaction conditions, or training the next generation of scientists, these details ensure precision and reliability.

EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L Double Glazed Reactor exemplifies innovation, merging robust construction with user-centric design. For tailored advice, visit their contact page, and follow Instagram or Facebook for updates on lab technology trends.

By prioritizing specifications, laboratories invest not just in equipment—but in the future of scientific discovery.

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Top 5 Essential Applications of the 1L Double Glazed Reactor in Modern Laboratories

Laboratories thrive on equipment that balances precision, durability, and adaptability. Among these tools, the 1L double glazed reactor stands out for its ability to handle complex chemical processes under controlled conditions. Its double-layered glass design, thermal stability, and corrosion resistance make it indispensable for researchers across disciplines.

Here, we explore the top 5 applications of the 1L double glazed reactor, showcasing its role in advancing scientific discovery. We’ll also highlight how EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L Double Glazed Reactor elevates these applications with its innovative engineering.

1. Precision Temperature Control for Sensitive Reactions

The reactor’s double-walled glass allows for precise thermal management by circulating heating/cooling fluids. This is critical for:

Exothermic Reaction Safety: Prevent overheating in reactions like nitrations or polymerizations.

Low-Temperature Catalysis: Maintain sub-zero conditions for enzyme-driven or organometallic syntheses.

Controlled Crystallization: Optimize crystal growth for pharmaceuticals or nanomaterials.

EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L reactor supports a broad temperature range (-80°C to 200°C), ensuring reproducibility in finicky processes.

2. Photochemical and Light-Driven Experiments

Transparent borosilicate glass enables light penetration for:

UV-Initiated Polymerizations: Develop advanced polymers for medical devices or coatings.

Photocatalytic Research: Test catalysts for sustainable hydrogen production or CO₂ reduction.

Environmental Simulation: Study UV degradation of pollutants or plastics.

For experimental inspiration, EquilRxnLab’s YouTube tutorials demonstrate photochemical setups using their reactor.

3. Vacuum-Assisted Synthesis and Purification

By integrating vacuum systems, the reactor excels in:

Solvent Removal: Efficiently concentrate heat-sensitive compounds via rotary evaporation.

Air-Free Syntheses: Conduct moisture-sensitive reactions (e.g., Grignard reagents) with degassed solvents.

High-Purity Distillation: Isolate volatile compounds like essential oils or fragrances.

The AKF-1L’s reinforced seals and glass ensure leak-proof performance under extreme vacuum, minimizing contamination risks.

4. Handling Corrosive and Reactive Substances

Borosilicate glass resists acids, alkalis, and aggressive solvents, enabling:

Hydrofluoric Acid Applications: Rare glass compatibility for specialized etching or semiconductor research.

High-Purity Inorganic Syntheses: Avoid metal contamination in catalysts or battery materials.

Hazardous Waste Studies: Safely test degradation methods for toxic chemicals.

EquilRxnLab enhances durability with PTFE-coated joints, ideal for labs working with corrosive agents.

5. Scalable Process Development

The reactor’s modularity supports small-scale optimization for larger systems:

Multi-Step Syntheses: Conduct sequential reactions (e.g., protection-deprotection steps) with in-line sampling.

Parameter Screening: Test variables like stirring speed or reagent ratios before scaling up.

Educational Training: Train students on controlled reactor operations in academic labs.

For scalability insights, explore EquilRxnLab’s product catalog, featuring reactors tailored for R&D and pilot-scale transitions.

Conclusion

From enabling groundbreaking photochemistry to ensuring safety in corrosive environments, the 1L double glazed reactor is a linchpin of modern lab workflows. Its adaptability makes it invaluable for industries like pharmaceuticals, materials science, and environmental research.

EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L model exemplifies innovation, offering labs a reliable tool for precision and scalability. Connect with their team via the contact page for customized solutions, and follow their Instagram or Facebook for industry trends and tips.

By integrating a 1L double glazed reactor, laboratories can unlock new efficiencies and discoveries—proving that small-scale tools drive monumental scientific progress.

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The Essential Guide to the Uses of a 1L Double Glazed Reactor in Chemical Experiments

In the realm of chemical research, precision and adaptability are paramount. The 1L double glazed reactor has emerged as a cornerstone for laboratories conducting small-scale, high-precision experiments. Its unique design—featuring an insulating double-layered glass structure—enables researchers to manipulate temperature, pressure, and reaction conditions with exceptional control.

This article explores the common uses of a 1L double glazed reactor, demonstrating why it’s indispensable in fields ranging from organic synthesis to materials science. We’ll also reference EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L Double Glazed Reactor, a model renowned for its durability and advanced features.

1. Temperature-Sensitive Synthesis

The dual-layer glass design allows for precise thermal regulation by circulating heating or cooling fluids between the layers. This makes the reactor ideal for:

Exothermic Reactions: Safely dissipate heat to prevent runaway reactions.

Crystallization Studies: Control cooling rates to optimize crystal purity and size.

Enzyme Catalysis: Maintain low temperatures for biomolecular stability.

EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L reactor, for instance, integrates a wide temperature range (-80°C to 200°C), making it a go-to for labs requiring reproducibility.

2. Vacuum-Driven Processes

By connecting the reactor to a vacuum pump, researchers can:

Remove Solvents: Efficiently concentrate samples via rotary evaporation.

Degas Sensitive Mixtures: Eliminate oxygen or moisture for air-sensitive reactions (e.g., organometallic syntheses).

Distill Volatile Compounds: Achieve high-purity separations under reduced pressure.

The AKF-1L’s robust seals and borosilicate glass ensure leak-free performance, even under extreme vacuum conditions.

3. Photochemical & Light-Dependent Reactions

The reactor’s transparent glass is critical for experiments requiring light exposure:

UV-Induced Polymerization: Initiate crosslinking in polymer films.

Photocatalysis: Test novel catalysts for sustainable energy applications (e.g., hydrogen production).

Degradation Studies: Simulate environmental UV effects on pollutants.

For a visual guide, EquilRxnLab’s YouTube channel demonstrates photochemical setups using their 1L reactor.

4. Handling Corrosive or Reactive Substances

Borosilicate glass resists acids, alkalis, and organic solvents, enabling:

Hydrofluoric Acid Reactions: Rare glass compatibility for specialized etching or fluorination.

High-Purity Metalorganic Syntheses: Avoid contamination from metal reactors.

EquilRxnLab’s design includes PTFE-coated joints for added chemical resistance, ensuring longevity in aggressive environments.

5. Multi-Step Synthesis & Process Optimization

The modular design supports:

In-Line Sampling: Monitor reaction progress without disrupting conditions.

Sequential Additions: Introduce reagents gradually via integrated ports.

Scalability: Use small-scale results to predict outcomes in larger systems.

Labs leveraging the AKF-1L often transition seamlessly to pilot-scale production, as highlighted in EquilRxnLab’s product catalog.

Conclusion

The 1L double glazed reactor is a linchpin of modern chemical research, balancing versatility with precision. Whether optimizing reaction kinetics, exploring photochemistry, or handling hazardous materials, this tool empowers scientists to push boundaries.

For laboratories seeking reliability, EquilRxnLab’s AKF-1L model offers a blend of innovation and practicality. Explore their contact page for tailored solutions, and stay updated via Instagram or Facebook for industry insights.

By integrating advanced equipment like the 1L double glazed reactor, researchers can elevate both safety and discovery—one experiment at a time.

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Step-by-Step Guide to Installing a 1L Double Glazed Reactor

Step-by-Step Guide to Installing a 1L Double Glazed Reactor

The 1L double glazed reactor is a compact and versatile tool that plays a critical role in small-scale chemical processes. Whether you’re working in pharmaceuticals, material science, or education, proper installation is key to ensuring optimal performance. This step-by-step guide will walk you through the process of setting up your 1L double glazed reactor and provide tips to maximize its efficiency.

1. Unboxing and Inspection

Before starting the installation, carefully unbox your 1L double glazed reactor and inspect all components. Check for any signs of damage during shipping and ensure that all parts, including the reactor vessel, jacket, condenser, and mixing system, are present. Refer to the user manual for a complete list of components.

2. Choosing the Right Location

Select a stable, level surface in your laboratory for the reactor. Ensure the area is well-ventilated and free from direct sunlight or heat sources. The compact design of the 1L reactor makes it ideal for small labs, but it’s still important to allocate enough space for safe operation and maintenance.

3. Assembling the Reactor

Follow these steps to assemble your 1L double glazed reactor:

Attach the Jacket: Secure the outer jacket to the reactor vessel. Ensure all connections are tight to prevent leaks during operation.

Install the Condenser: Connect the condenser to the reactor’s top port. This component is essential for cooling and condensing vapors during reactions.

Set Up the Mixing System: Install the agitator or magnetic stirrer, ensuring it is properly aligned and securely fastened.

4. Connecting Utilities

Heating/Cooling System: Connect the reactor’s jacket to a heating or cooling circulator. Set the circulator to the desired temperature before starting the reaction.

Vacuum System: If your reaction requires a vacuum, connect the vacuum pump to the reactor’s designated port.

Power Supply: Plug in the reactor and ensure all electrical connections are secure.

5. Calibration and Testing

Before running your first reaction, calibrate the reactor’s temperature and mixing controls. Perform a test run with water to check for leaks, ensure proper mixing, and verify temperature stability. This step is crucial for identifying any issues before proceeding with actual experiments.

6. Best Practices for Optimal Performance

Monitor Reactions Closely: Use the reactor’s transparent design to visually monitor reactions in real time.

Maintain Cleanliness: Regularly clean the reactor and its components to prevent contamination and ensure consistent performance.

Follow Safety Protocols: Always wear appropriate personal protective equipment (PPE) and follow safety guidelines when operating the reactor.

Why Choose EquilRxnLab?

At EquilRxnLab, we specialize in designing and manufacturing high-quality laboratory equipment, including the 1L double glazed reactor. Our reactors are engineered for precision, durability, and safety, making them a trusted choice for researchers and scientists worldwide.

For more information about our products, visit our product page or explore our product catalog.

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How to Set Up Your 1L Double Glazed Reactor for Optimal Performance

How to Set Up Your 1L Double Glazed Reactor for Optimal Performance

The 1L double glazed reactor is a versatile and essential tool for small labs, offering precision and efficiency in chemical processes. However, to achieve optimal performance, proper setup is crucial. This guide will walk you through the steps to set up your 1L reactor and share tips to maximize its efficiency.

1. Unboxing and Inspection

Before setting up your 1L double glazed reactor, carefully unbox and inspect all components. Ensure that the reactor, jacket, condenser, and other parts are free from damage. Check the user manual for a complete list of components and verify that everything is included.

2. Choosing the Right Location

Select a stable, level surface for your reactor. Ensure the area is well-ventilated and away from direct sunlight or heat sources. Small labs often have limited space, so consider the reactor’s compact design when planning its placement.

3. Assembling the Reactor

Follow these steps to assemble your 1L double glazed reactor:

Attach the Jacket: Secure the outer jacket to the reactor vessel. Ensure all connections are tight to prevent leaks.

Install the Condenser: Connect the condenser to the reactor’s top port. This component is crucial for cooling and condensing vapors during reactions.

Set Up the Mixing System: Install the agitator or magnetic stirrer, ensuring it is properly aligned and secure.

4. Connecting Utilities

Heating/Cooling System: Connect the reactor’s jacket to a heating or cooling circulator. Ensure the circulator is set to the desired temperature before starting the reaction.

Vacuum System: If your reaction requires a vacuum, connect the vacuum pump to the reactor’s designated port.

Power Supply: Plug in the reactor and ensure all electrical connections are secure.

5. Calibration and Testing

Before running your first reaction, calibrate the reactor’s temperature and mixing controls. Perform a test run with water to check for leaks, ensure proper mixing, and verify temperature stability.

6. Best Practices for Optimal Performance

Monitor Reactions Closely: Use the reactor’s transparent design to visually monitor reactions in real time.

Maintain Cleanliness: Regularly clean the reactor and its components to prevent contamination and ensure consistent performance.

Follow Safety Protocols: Always wear appropriate personal protective equipment (PPE) and follow safety guidelines when operating the reactor.

Why Choose EquilRxnLab?

At EquilRxnLab, we specialize in designing and manufacturing high-quality laboratory equipment, including the 1L double glazed reactor. Our reactors are engineered for precision, durability, and safety, making them a trusted choice for researchers and scientists worldwide.

For more information about our products, visit our product page or explore our product catalog.

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Why a 1L Double Glazed Reactor Is Ideal for Small Labs

Why a 1L Double Glazed Reactor Is Ideal for Small Labs

When it comes to equipping a small laboratory, space, budget, and efficiency are key considerations. Among the various tools available, the 1L double glazed reactor stands out as an ideal choice for small-scale research. Its compact design, precision, and versatility make it a valuable asset for labs focused on pharmaceuticals, material science, and education. Below, we explore why the 1L reactor is often preferred over larger models like the 2L double glazed reactor in small lab settings.

1. Compact Design and Space Efficiency

One of the most significant advantages of the 1L double glazed reactor is its compact size. Small labs often have limited bench space, and the 1L model fits seamlessly into tight work areas without compromising functionality. In contrast, the 2L reactor, while offering greater capacity, requires more space, which can be a challenge for smaller facilities.

2. Cost-Effectiveness

Budget constraints are a common concern for small labs. The 1L double glazed reactor is generally more affordable than its larger counterparts, making it an attractive option for labs with limited funding. Additionally, its smaller size means lower operational costs, such as reduced energy consumption and less material usage.

3. Precision and Control

The 1L reactor excels in providing precise temperature control and efficient mixing, which are critical for small-scale experiments. Its smaller volume allows for faster heating and cooling, ensuring accurate reaction conditions. This level of precision is particularly important in fields like pharmaceutical research, where even minor deviations can impact results.

4. Versatility in Applications

Despite its small size, the 1L double glazed reactor is highly versatile. It’s commonly used for:

Pharmaceutical research: Synthesizing small batches of active pharmaceutical ingredients (APIs).

Material science: Developing nanoparticles, polymers, and other advanced materials.

Education: Teaching students about chemical processes in a hands-on, cost-effective way.

While the 2L reactor is better suited for larger-scale experiments, the 1L model is perfect for labs focused on research and development rather than production.

5. Ease of Maintenance

The 1L reactor is easier to clean and maintain compared to larger models. Its compact design means fewer components to disassemble and reassemble, saving time and effort. This is especially beneficial for small labs with limited staff or resources.

6. Scalability

For small labs looking to scale up their operations in the future, the 1L double glazed reactor serves as an excellent starting point. Its performance and results can be directly applied to larger systems, ensuring a smooth transition when the time comes to upgrade.

Why Choose EquilRxnLab?

At EquilRxnLab, we specialize in designing and manufacturing high-quality laboratory equipment, including the 1L double glazed reactor. Our reactors are engineered for precision, durability, and safety, making them a trusted choice for researchers and scientists worldwide.

For more information about our products, visit our product page or explore our product catalog.

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What Are the Differences Between 1L and 2L Double Glazed Reactors?

What Are the Differences Between 1L and 2L Double Glazed Reactors?

Double glazed reactors are indispensable tools in modern laboratories, offering precise temperature control and efficient chemical processing. However, choosing the right model—whether a 1L double glazed reactor or a 2L double glazed reactor—depends on the specific requirements of your experiments. Below, we explore the key differences between these two models to help you make an informed decision.

1. Capacity and Scale

The most obvious difference between the 1L and 2L double glazed reactors is their capacity. The 1L model is ideal for small-scale experiments, requiring minimal amounts of reactants and solvents. It’s perfect for research and development, where precision and material efficiency are critical.

On the other hand, the 2L model offers double the capacity, making it suitable for larger-scale experiments or pilot studies. It’s often used when researchers need to produce larger quantities of a compound or when scaling up a process for industrial applications.

2. Applications and Versatility

Both models are versatile, but their applications can differ based on scale. The 1L double glazed reactor is commonly used in:

Pharmaceutical research: For synthesizing small batches of active pharmaceutical ingredients (APIs).

Material science: For developing nanoparticles, polymers, and other advanced materials.

Education: As a teaching tool for students to learn about chemical processes.

The 2L double glazed reactor, with its larger capacity, is better suited for:

Pilot-scale production: When transitioning from lab-scale to industrial-scale processes.

Chemical synthesis: For reactions requiring larger volumes of reactants.

Food and flavor extraction: For producing larger quantities of extracts or additives.

3. Performance and Efficiency

Both models offer excellent performance, but there are subtle differences. The 1L reactor provides precise temperature control and efficient mixing, making it ideal for experiments requiring high accuracy. Its smaller size also means faster heating and cooling times, which can be crucial for time-sensitive reactions.

The 2L reactor, while slightly slower to reach optimal temperatures due to its larger volume, offers greater throughput. It’s designed to handle more demanding processes, such as prolonged reactions or those requiring higher volumes of reactants.

4. Cost and Space Considerations

The 1L double glazed reactor is generally more cost-effective and requires less laboratory space, making it a popular choice for smaller labs or those with limited budgets. It’s also easier to clean and maintain due to its compact size.

The 2L model, while more expensive, offers better value for labs that need to process larger quantities. However, it requires more space and may involve higher operational costs, such as increased energy consumption.

5. Choosing the Right Model

When deciding between a 1L and 2L double glazed reactor, consider the following factors:

Experiment scale: Are you working on small-scale research or larger pilot studies?

Budget: Can your lab accommodate the higher cost of a 2L model?

Space: Do you have enough room for a larger reactor?

Application: What specific processes will you be using the reactor for?

Why Choose EquilRxnLab?

At EquilRxnLab, we specialize in designing and manufacturing high-quality double glazed reactors, including both 1L and 2L models. Our reactors are engineered for precision, durability, and safety, making them a trusted choice for researchers and scientists worldwide.

For more information about our products, visit our product page or explore our product catalog.

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Exploring the Applications of the 1L Double Glazed Reactor by EquilRxnLab

Introduction: Why the 1L Double Glazed Reactor Matters

If you're working in a research lab or industrial setting, you know the importance of precision, safety, and versatility in laboratory equipment. The 1L double glazed reactor from EquilRxnLab is one such piece of equipment that checks all the boxes. Its innovative design allows for a wide range of applications, from chemical synthesis to pharmaceutical research. In this article, we’ll take a deep dive into how this reactor can be used in various fields of study.

1. Chemical Synthesis: Precision at its Best

The 1L double glazed reactor is most often used in chemical synthesis due to its ability to maintain a stable temperature throughout the reaction. This is crucial for ensuring that chemical reactions take place under controlled conditions, leading to more reliable outcomes. The reactor’s double-glazed design helps prevent heat loss, maintaining optimal temperatures to facilitate consistent reaction rates.

Whether you’re working on the synthesis of organic compounds or performing catalyst tests, the reactor's versatile temperature control system ensures that every experiment is carried out with precision. Its stirrer also ensures that reactants mix uniformly, further promoting efficiency in chemical processes.

2. Pharmaceutical Research: Drug Development and Formulation

In pharmaceutical research, the 1L double glazed reactor plays an essential role in the synthesis of Active Pharmaceutical Ingredients (APIs). Researchers rely on this reactor to create high-purity compounds and optimize chemical processes that are critical to drug development. The reactor’s ability to precisely control temperatures makes it ideal for processes that require strict thermal conditions.

Pharmaceutical scientists also use the reactor for testing new drug formulations and studying the solubility of substances. The reactor’s design makes it possible to simulate biological conditions, allowing for better predictions of how compounds will perform in real-world scenarios.

3. Distillation: Purifying and Separating Mixtures

The 1L double glazed reactor is perfect for distillation processes, which are commonly used in chemical labs to separate or purify liquids. The reactor’s precise temperature control ensures that distillation occurs at the correct boiling points, leading to higher efficiency and better separation of components.

Whether performing simple or fractional distillation, the reactor’s double-glazed feature reduces heat loss, enabling the separation process to take place smoothly and with minimal energy waste. Its ability to maintain the desired temperature is crucial when working with heat-sensitive compounds.

4. Crystallization: Growing High-Quality Crystals

Crystallization is another area where the 1L double glazed reactor excels. The process of crystallization requires an environment where temperature control and mixing are key factors. The reactor’s stirring mechanism ensures that the solution remains homogeneous, while the double-glazed design minimizes temperature fluctuations.

This precision allows for the formation of high-quality crystals, making the reactor an invaluable tool in pharmaceutical and material science research. It’s especially useful for creating single crystals used in drug purity tests or for the fabrication of nanomaterials.

5. Material Science and Nanotechnology: Synthesis of New Materials

In material science and nanotechnology, the 1L double glazed reactor is indispensable. It allows researchers to synthesize new materials and nanoparticles under carefully controlled conditions. The reactor’s precise temperature control and stirring mechanisms are critical for the synthesis of nanoparticles, thin films, and other nanomaterials.

With the growing need for new materials with unique properties, this reactor helps researchers develop cutting-edge solutions in fields like electronics, energy storage, and biotechnology.

6. Biochemical and Bioengineering Studies: Enzyme Reactions and Fermentation

The reactor is also widely used in biochemical and bioengineering studies. In these fields, maintaining optimal temperature and consistent mixing is essential for the success of experiments involving enzymes, fermentation, or protein synthesis.

Whether you’re studying the behavior of proteins or optimizing fermentation processes, the 1L double glazed reactor’s temperature regulation capabilities and stirring mechanism provide the ideal environment for your research. The reactor’s reliable performance ensures that the biological compounds remain stable throughout the experiment.

7. Environmental Chemistry: Sustainable Solutions

Environmental chemistry often involves developing sustainable, green chemistry processes. The 1L double glazed reactor is an excellent choice for this type of research. The reactor is capable of handling various solvents and reagents, many of which are eco-friendly alternatives to traditional chemicals.

Researchers can use the reactor for green synthesis, waste treatment processes, and pollution control studies. Its temperature stability helps researchers conduct low-energy reactions while ensuring a high degree of efficiency in the processes.

8. Educational Applications: Teaching Chemical Engineering Concepts

In addition to its uses in research and industry, the 1L double glazed reactor is also an excellent teaching tool. Many universities and research institutes use this reactor to demonstrate key concepts in chemical engineering, thermodynamics, and heat transfer.

Its user-friendly design and precise control mechanisms make it ideal for educational demonstrations and hands-on student training. Students can learn about important laboratory techniques, such as distillation, crystallization, and chemical synthesis, using the reactor as a practical example.

Why Choose the 1L Double Glazed Reactor?

The 1L double glazed reactor from EquilRxnLab stands out due to its excellent temperature control, durable construction, and versatility in various laboratory applications. Whether you're involved in chemical synthesis, pharmaceutical research, or nanotechnology, this reactor offers precise and reliable results.

Its robust design, combined with easy-to-use features, makes it the go-to reactor for researchers in various fields. For more information on the 1L double glazed reactor and its applications, check out the product page.

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Conclusion

The 1L double glazed reactor is a highly versatile tool that offers numerous applications in various scientific and industrial fields. Whether you are conducting chemical synthesis, pharmaceutical research, or environmental chemistry studies, the reactor’s precise temperature control and durable construction make it an invaluable asset. With its ability to handle a variety of reactions and processes, the 1L reactor is a must-have for any advanced laboratory setup.