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HVAC Repair: The Ultimate Guide to Keeping Your System Running Efficiently

Heating, ventilation, and air conditioning (HVAC) systems are essential for maintaining indoor comfort in homes and commercial spaces. A properly functioning HVAC system regulates temperature, improves air quality, and ensures energy efficiency. However, like any mechanical system, HVAC units can develop issues over time.

Timely HVAC repairs are crucial to preventing costly breakdowns and extending the system’s lifespan. Ignoring minor issues can lead to major failures, skyrocketing energy bills, and even health hazards due to poor air quality. In this guide, we’ll explore common HVAC problems, troubleshooting tips, professional repair costs, and maintenance best practices.

2. Understanding HVAC Systems

Components of an HVAC System

An HVAC system comprises several key components that work together to regulate indoor temperature and air quality:

Thermostat: Controls the temperature settings and signals the system to heat or cool as needed.

Furnace: Heats the air during cold seasons.

Air Conditioner: Cools and dehumidifies the air.

Ductwork: Channels heated or cooled air throughout the building.

Vents and Registers: Distribute air evenly across rooms.

Air Filters: Remove dust, pollen, and other contaminants from the air.

How HVAC Systems Work

An HVAC system operates by cycling air through heating and cooling components before distributing it through ductwork and vents. The thermostat acts as the control center, signaling the system when adjustments are needed. Proper maintenance ensures smooth operation, but wear and tear over time can lead to malfunctions.

3. Signs Your HVAC System Needs Repair

Knowing the warning signs of HVAC problems can help you address issues before they become costly. Here are some common indicators:

Unusual Noises

Banging, clanking, or screeching noises can indicate loose or broken components.

Hissing sounds may suggest refrigerant leaks.

Clicking sounds might signal electrical issues.

Weak Airflow

Clogged air filters, duct obstructions, or a failing blower motor can reduce airflow.

Inconsistent airflow between rooms could indicate ductwork problems.

Strange Odors

Musty smells suggest mold or mildew in ducts.

Burning odors may indicate an overheating component or electrical issues.

Inconsistent Temperatures

If some rooms are too hot while others are too cold, the HVAC system may need recalibration.

A failing thermostat or blocked vents can cause temperature imbalances.

4. Common HVAC Problems and Their Causes

Dirty or Clogged Filters

Clogged filters restrict airflow, causing the system to work harder.

Regularly changing filters improves efficiency and air quality.

Thermostat Issues

Incorrect settings or faulty sensors can prevent the system from functioning properly.

Upgrading to a smart thermostat can enhance performance.

Refrigerant Leaks

Low refrigerant levels can cause the AC to blow warm air.

Leaks require professional repair and recharging.

Electrical and Wiring Problems

Faulty wiring can lead to system failures or fire hazards.

Regular inspections help prevent electrical malfunctions.

Frozen Evaporator Coils

Dirty coils or low refrigerant levels can cause ice buildup.

Turning off the unit and allowing it to thaw before calling a technician can prevent further damage.

5. DIY HVAC Troubleshooting Tips

Before calling an HVAC technician, you can perform some basic troubleshooting steps to identify minor issues:

Checking and Replacing Air Filters

Dirty filters are the most common cause of HVAC inefficiency.

Replace filters every 1-3 months for optimal performance.

Inspecting Thermostat Settings

Ensure the thermostat is set to the correct temperature mode.

If the thermostat is battery-operated, replace the batteries.

Cleaning Vents and Ducts

Dust buildup in vents can obstruct airflow.

Vacuum vents and consider professional duct cleaning if airflow remains weak.

Resetting Circuit Breakers

If the HVAC system won’t turn on, check the circuit breaker.

Resetting the breaker may restore power if there’s been an overload.

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Carlisle began to feel himself worry as you took longer than usual to get to the door. He looked inside the windows that were covered with sheer curtains and tried to make out your figure. He sighed and banged on the door a few more times. After a few moments, his worry washed away hearing your cat meow at the door. Slowly, the locks turned and you opened the door, smiling brightly. 

“Good Morning Doc.” You smiled at him.

“I almost broke the door down.”

“Ah.” You let him in and slowly walked to your favorite sofa. “Not quite used to getting up this early.”

Carlisle shivered and set the tupperware on the dining room table. “It’s freezing in here.”

You nodded in agreement. “That's also why it was so hard to get up, my body is aching. Carlisle frowned and walked to the thermostat. He saw it was set to sixty and winced. “It’s October, it should be at least seventy in here.”

“I forgot.”

“Mhm” he hummed and walked back over to you, stepping over your hairless cat named chicken. “You didn’t forget to take your medicine, did you, Y/n?” 

You shook your head. “Couldn't forget the bitter taste if I wanted.” Using what body strength you had, you walked to the dining table. “What's on the menu doc?”

Carlisle smiled and unwrapped the pan with foil. “Biscuits, bacon and eggs.” 

“Yum.” You allowed him to help you into the dining chair.

Carlisle brought out his bag and watched you dig into the food. He took out his stethoscope and began monitoring your heart beating. After verifying your breathing was okay, he wrote some things down in the notebook.

“Everything normal?” You asked.

“Yes. I need to check your blood pressure. And you said you were aching right?”

“Yes.”

Carlisle began pressing softly into your arms, your torso, and everytime he pressed a sore spot you hissed. He frowned and continued his inspections as you ate, nodding as he came to a consensus. “You need to start icing your knees.” He wrote in his notebook again. You paused mid chew and looked at him. “Okay for how long?”

“You need an icing machine.”

You sighed, “I can't afford that.”

Carlisle closed his notebook. “Your insurance will cover it.”

“They won't.”

“You'll never know if you don't call and ask. If they cover these visits then they'll cover an ice machine I prescribe you.”

You nodded. Carlisle sensed the embarrassment. He knew you weren’t particularly fond of his visits. It was depressing having him come every week and see you rot away inside a house that was so far away from the rest of Forks. 

“I'll come back for lunch. But before I go.” He takes out a glass jar and sets it on the counter. “You need to take this.  It was a gelatin-like substance inside.

“What's this?” You inspected the jar. 

“Minerals, Vitamins. The good stuff your body needs.” Carlisle kneeled to your height and untwisted the jar. “A spoonful. After every meal.” He took a spoon and dipped it into the gelatin and held it to your mouth.

“It looks nasty.”

“Y/n, it's no different than sea moss. ever heard of that?” You huffed and took a bite of the sweet gelatin, nodding in approval after seeing it wasn’t so bad. 

 “After every meal?

“I'll be checking to see how much is left, got it?”

“Yes doc.”

After he left, you spent your time curled up in a book, then began the movie marathon your cousin had sent you in the mail after discovering you were sick and alone. You had a mild form of malabsorption. It wasn't bad to the point you couldn't go outside, it was more your body was deteriorating from the inside out. Your bones were prone to breaking and your body had a hard time keeping up with your surroundings. Eventually working became too much and you had to settle down in Forks. Luckily your parents owned the home you lived in, and paid for that, but unfortunately that was it. Other expenses were paid for by the government and in Forks the aid wasn't the best. 

During the movie you felt your eyelids growing heavy. It wasn’t close to your naptime yet, but you decided it wouldn’t hurt to take a nap. Just for an hour. 

Hours later you slowly opened your eyes to hear beeping and muffled voices. Confusion wracked your brain as you thought you were at home alone. Your eyesight cleared up and you saw the white hospital room, a drip stand, and Max curled into your side. It happened again.

You sighed and threw your legs on the side of the bed, Grabbing a hold of the drip stand, and making your way out of the hospital room.

“Y/n!” You heard a familiar voice.

You groaned as your body ached while you were turning around.  “I'm just going to check myself out.”

“You're not checking yourself out.” Carlisle scolded. “You're staying here.”

“I hate it here!” You half-yelled. “I’m not staying here.”

“You give me no choice Y/n.” He sighed. “I found you passed out again. What would've happened if I didn't come for lunch, hm? It's dangerous for you to live alone.”

You bit your cheeks as he scolded you. He was right.  “So you’re gonna send me to Seattle with the loonies?”

Carlisle smiled and shook his head. He guided you back to your hospital room and closed the door behind the two of you. “This may be inappropriate. But as you know I have a house, and some land.” He started. “On that land I have an unused guest house, usually for my cousins when they visit the family. 

You pondered his offer at first. You didn't want to leave your home but again, you didn't want to be sent down to seattle. “Okay.” You accepted.

Carlisle looked taken aback from your quick response. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Don’t make me think about it. Let’s just do it.”

By the end of the week you were moved into the guest house. It was really fancy, so fancy it had no place in a town like Forks. Majority of the home was made of reinforced glass like the main house, but the plethora of trees on the property gave you more than enough privacy. 

You met his son named Emmett and he helped you move all of your things in. He reminded you of someone you’d gone to college with a few years back.

"Thought you had a full house?" You asked.

"I do," Carlisle said. "They're just in Italy for an annual festival.”

“And here you are missing out because of me. Sure they’ll be okay seeing the reason you couldn’t go?”

Carlisle chuckled and shook his head. “I’ve been to Italy every year since I was a boy, one year won’t kill me.” He saw the slight frown on your face, leaned back and sighed. 

"Hey..." He started." I wouldn't choose this profession if I cried over every event I missed out on.” 

He noticed the expression on your face isnt letting up so he smiled at you and nudged your arm.“How about I cook you dinner. As a welcome.”

You nodded, thinking the least you could do is accept his dinner.

His kitchen was one of the nicest kitchens you'd ever seen. The ones you'd see in the movies. He opened his pristine fridge and pulled out some meat wrapped in paper. 

“Fresh cut. Got it yesterday.” He commented before putting the meat in the stainless steel pan. You looked around his kitchen and home in awe. Your parents worked their entire life to afford the house they put you in, but Carlisle was only in his 40s and was able to attain a life like this.

“Feeling Asparagus or Broccoli.”

You gagged slightly, “Broccoli please.”

“Take it you’re not a big fan of asparagus.”

“Never have been.”

You watched him pull out a broccoli floret from the fridge and begin to chop it as the meat cooked behind him. “You must have a whole farmers market in there.” You said.

“I try my best to drive out to nicer grocery stores to get this stuff. One thing I had to adjust to when I moved my family here.”

“Why did you come here?” You asked curiously. His expression changed slightly and he went silent. He walked over to the stove to flip the meat. “Needed to settle. Away from a larger population.” He stated.

“Needed a peace of mind. I get it. I probably still would give anything to leave this place.”

“And where?” He smiled slightly. “Portland, if I wanted to stay close. But reaching for the stars. Colorado.”

“The city or the mountains.”

“The mountains. 100%”

After a few minutes of small talk he sliced up the steak and set it on a plate for you along with some broccoli and mashed potatoes. You thanked him and dug in, but after a few moments you noticed he wasn’t eating. “Are you not eating as well?” 

He shook his head. “I ate earlier.”

You raised your eyebrow, knowing you saw him most of the day and didn't see him eat, but you decided to let it go. Carlisle walked over to the fridge and pulled out that same jar of gelatin he’s been giving you.

You groaned and he smiled at your response. “You know what time it is.” He took out a large spoon and took a spoonful of it, handing it to you. 

At night in your new bed you watched as all the lights in the main house were shut off, leaving you alone in the darkness with only the trees outside to give you comfort.

You stared at the ceiling, thinking about the decision you made to live with Carlisle instead of going to hospice. It was stupid to say, but you trusted him more than most of your relatives. He could take better care of you than any nurse. Even though you trusted Carlisle's judgment, and felt comfortable being nearby, you found yourself unable to sleep in this new environment.

Hours went by, endless tossing and turning, and you still couldn't sleep. You stood and went downstairs, scoping out the house as if you hadn't done it already. You shivered and a chill ran up your spine. Turning around you saw one of the windows was left open, letting the cool air fall inside. You walked over to close the window, but paused hearing a snap and a whimper of an animal in the distance. You looked around in horror, wondering what was killed, and who killed it. Forks was known for having freakishly large wolf sightings, and the fact you were practically in the middle of the forest freaked you out. You locked the windows and went around the house making sure everything was secure. Once you got to the last window you paused, seeing something in the distance, standing in the only hint of moonlight that came from the trees. 

Your heart clutched in your chest seeing your doctor…or at least someone who looked like him, standing shirtless with blood covering his chest. You stood frozen, hoping that you wouldn’t trigger the man to come running towards you. You slowly reached over and pulled the blinds down, putting a barrier between you two before dashing up the stairs. Max meowed at you as you scooped him up and went inside your room, closing and locking the door. Under the covers you curled up, hoping that maybe you were just sleep deprived and seeing things. But a lot of strange things happened in the mountains. You heard the stories of the Appalachian Mountains, so maybe the same applied in washington. 

The next morning you were woken with hard knocks at the door. Max was pawing at the door.

“Sorry.” You climbed out of bed and opened the door to see Carlisle standing in his scrubs. He had breakfast on a tray.

“Heard your cat wailing so…decided to just come upstairs.”

You sighed and rubbed your head in frustration, cursing your negligence. “Sorry. I saw something last night and it freaked me out. Didn’t want him roaming the house.” You said watching your cat slip out the room.

“What did you see Y/n?”

You shook your head and sat at the desk that was on the opposite end of the room. “Probably nothing.”

Carlisle sat the breakfast on the desk in front of you and curled his eyebrow. “Probably nothing?”

“Isn’t it like a rule that says if you see something, no you didn’t and if you hear something no you didn't?”

Carlisle let out a hearty laugh, holding his stomach. You got flustered at his laughter, noting that you probably sounded even more crazy or ominous than you meant to.  “I think that only applies to the east.”

You sighed and chuckled slightly, breaking off a piece of bacon. “Okay so…I think I heard an animal break…”

“Break?”

“Like…I heard this weird snap and then a small cry, then silence.”

Carlile nodded along. “Is that it? Could've been some coyotes. Wolves.”

“That's what I thought…but I think…I saw a man.”

“A man?”

“Covered in blood, it was coming from his mouth like he was eating something. And he had on no shirt so it was all over his chest too.”

Carlisle’s eyes flashed, but he smiled. “On this property? I would certainly hope not. I’ll probably have Charlie come and check it out.”

You shook your head. “You can't tell anyone. I don’t want people freaking out.”

‘“Hey.” He kneeled before you. “I want you to feel safe during your stay here. I don’t want you locking you or your cat in your room every night to feel safe. Maybe it’s one of those addicts.”

You nodded. A lot of druggies found themselves wandering from the city to Forks. Almost all of the crime in this town came from said transplants, but one massive offense and we had grounds to send them right back. 

“My family comes home tonight.”

“Oh really? Well, i'll try to stay out the way-”

“No. I was going to ask you to come to the main house for dinner. And meet them.”

You felt nervous at the prospect of meeting his family.

“I'm just a patient.”

“You're not!” He exclaimed. “You are a distinguished guest, a neighbor. You deserve to be surrounded by people. It’s good for you.”

Before you could respond he stood and tapped on the spoonful of gelatin he had in a bowl. “Eat that. And I'll see you tonight at dinner, yes?” You watched him leave your room, a little taken aback by his sudden departure.

Carlisle grabbed his bag on the way out of your home and walked on the pathway that connected the guesthouse to the main house. Once he was sure he was out of your sight he went right back into the main house, kicking off his shoes and heading downstairs to the basement. He went down another flight of stairs and sighed as he stripped down to his underwear, changing into the hazard suit he had sitting next to the door. After changing, he opened the heavy door and stepped inside. Inside was another kitchen-like area, everything was stainless steel. On the table was the deer he’d killed last night. He wasn’t worried at all that you’d seen him last night. It was late, you were tired, and the way you told the story you didn’t even believe it yourself.  He got to work at skinning the deer, ignoring all the blood that was beginning to make a mess everywhere. After putting elbow grease into baring the deer, he took a seat and huffed. 

Hours went by, all spent in the basement, making the perfect cuts for this week's dinner. He packaged all of the parts separately and put them in the large industrial fridge, all labeled based on day and time. 

He grumbled seeing he was running low on beef, his ‘vendor’ being late for the week. He took meal prepping for you very seriously. Portions and balancing out your nutrients was most important. Even if you didn't eat all the food, you were still being nourished.

Upstairs, the faint sound of his children coming back home sounded into the basement below. That was a sign that it was almost time to start cooking. He took off the hazmat suit and sat down on a sterilized chair. He used a tourniquet and rubbed the inside of his elbow with an alcohol pad. He took one of the four laid out syringes and began drawing his own blood. He never felt the effects of drawing so much blood at once, but he knew it was for a good purpose, he pushed himself so you didn’t have to. Once finished, he placed the tray of syringes in another cooler, right next to an unbonded gelatin mix. 

You woke up from your nap feeling refreshed, energized enough to go to the bathroom and wash up a bit before dinner. Across the way the lights in the main house were on and you saw the figures of people walking around. You picked up your cat and stroked his head. “Looks like we’ll have some new friends soon.” 

The walk to the main house was peaceful, the path lights were beginning to turn on and the sun was setting. Holding Max, you knocked on the door. A few moments went by, then a short girl opened the door.  She smiled brightly and stepped aside. “You must be Y/n.”

You nodded. “And your name is?”

“Alice,” She said. She then pointed to a taller blonde man next to her. “And this is my lover, Jasper.”

You waved slightly, but he only stared down at you. You chuckled nervously, but sighed in relief seeing Carlisle making a beeline to you. “I see you met Jasper and Alice.” He placed his arm around your shoulders and guided you to his living room.

“I hope you like what’s on tonight's menu.” He reached down to the coffee table and handed you a glass of wine. You began to decline but he gave you ‘that look’ reassuring you it was okay for you to do so. In came Emmett, with a blond haired girl. “This is Emmet’s wife, Rosalie.”

You smiled softly and waved again. “Hi. I’m Y/n.”

Rosalie looked you up and down, then looked at Emmett. Emmett nodded and she looked back at you with a smile. “Nice to have some fresh meat around here.”

“Oh, be nice.” Carlisle slightly scolded.

The family was dressed in more fancy attire, which made you stand out because you weren’t from a family that took washing up before dinner seriously. Here they had on dresses and dress shirts while you had on a long cardigan, a pajama shirt and lounge pants. You sipped your wine as Carlisle caressed your shoulder in a comforting manner.

For a whole, you sat and talked with his kids, noting how similar their mannerisms were. 

“I don’t really like the city.” Alice said. “I rather spend my time around nature to feel more connected.”

“Cities have parks.” Rosalie chimed in.

“Yes, but it's not the same. The air is just different. I can tell.”

The two began slightly bickering and you smiled at the interaction. Carlisle leaned over and began whispering in your ear. “They do this almost every dinner. Might have to get used to this.” He said. 

���Get used to?”

Carlile nodded, “I don’t want you feeling this is some temporary stay. If you like it you should stay.”

“I don’t want to impose.”

“I know you don’t want to. But look at yourself. You’re improving, getting better and you don’t even realize it.”

You nodded along. Ever since you got here you noticed slight changes in your energy levels and your appearance. The most obvious dark under eyes went away, so that’s a win in your book.

He shook your shoulder slightly. “Ready for dinner?”

You nodded.

On the menu was a medium well venison with dinner rolls, beef stew, and roasted potatoes. You loved hearty meals, so you wasted no time cutting into the venison. You looked around and saw the family hesitantly eating, their food was rare, and you shook your head. Emmett noticed and spoke up. “Never seen a family eat rare venison?”

“No. I’m not a rare girl, medium or more. I can’t eat raw bloody things.”

Rosalie began chuckling and Alice glared at her. You heard Max purring, and looked over to see your cat by the basement door. You looked back and saw Carlisle intently watching too.

“Oh is he not supposed to be over there?”

“It’s fine.” He said. 

The dinner went better than you thought. Carlisle’s family was really nice and they talked to you as if you were one of their own, but all good things came to an end, and eventually it was time for bed. 

“I’ll walk you back to the guest house.” Carlisle approached you at the door. 

“It's fine.” You protested while holding your cat. “It's a few feet.”

“A few feet in the darkness.”

You sighed and nodded, knowing he wasn’t gonna let up. After waving goodbye to his kids, the two of you walked silently on the trail. “I hope dinner was to your liking.”

“It was.” You smiled. “I always enjoy your cooking.”

He smiled. “I thought next week we’d change it up and start giving you some seafood.”

“Salmon?” You perked up. “I can get you salmon.”

He escorted you inside the guest house and closed the door behind you two. He went to the fridge and pulled out the gelatin he always insisted you ate. At this rate you were used to it, so you walked over. He already had a spoonful and you quickly leaned forward and took it, giggling as you watched his shocked expression. 

“I assume you’ll be taking me to my formal appointment tomorrow?”

Carlile nodded, placing the mixture back into the fridge.

“I’ll have to draw some blood, just as a forewarning.”

Pt. 2 coming soon....

Credits to : @anitalenia for divider

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Ch. 28: Sunday and Dinner

Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction using characters from the Top Gun: Maverick world, trademarked by Paramount Pictures Corporation. I do not claim ownership of the characters and the world that I am borrowing.

The story and situation I am creating are a work of my imagination and I do not ascribe them to official story canon. This work is for entertainment only and is not a part of the storyline.

I am not profiting financially from the creation and publication of this story, but I do hope it gives you happy thoughts.

These stories are my own, so please do not take them and use them for yourself without my permission. If you see them somewhere else, please let me know. :)

You sighed, staring up at the ceiling of your bedroom before glancing at your watch. Four a.m. Turning your head, you saw Christian sleeping soundly beside you. Moving carefully, you slipped out of bed, slid on your slippers, grabbed your phone, and headed to your adjoining office.

In the office, you grabbed the blanket draped over the back of your chair and wrapped it tightly around yourself. Despite wearing one of Christian’s old Army shirts and a pair of fleece sleep pants, the house still felt chilly. You’d set the thermostat to 62 degrees, and the furnace wouldn’t kick back up to 70 until 5 a.m.

Your phone dinged, and you saw it was a text from Jake. Curious, you opened it. It was a picture of him in his pilot’s suit, standing in front of his plane, holding up his right hand to flash the Texas A&M Longhorn sign.

’Miss you.’ The text read.

‘Miss you too.' At least you look like you know what you’re doing in this pic. LOL!’ You text back.

Just as you sat down, your phone buzzed with an incoming FaceTime call from Jake.

You answered with a smile. “Hey, hot stuff!”

“Hey, darlin’! What are you doing up?”

You sighed. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“Worried about court?”

You shrugged. “That, and I’m a bit confused about a conversation I had yesterday.”

“About?”

“Well, I went hunting with Scott.”

“Who’s Scott?”

“Scott Deboer is a co-worker and friend—or at least, I think he’s still a friend. He got upset when I told him I got married. Apparently, he’s been trying to ask me out for the past two years.”

“Well, apparently he didn’t have as much charm as me.”

You smiled and laughed. “Is that what it was?”

“Darlin’, you sure as hell can’t resist it.”

You grinned, feeling your cheeks warm.

“I wouldn’t worry about him, Y/N.”

“Well, work’s going to be a bit awkward. He’s always been a good friend.”

“Was he? Or was he just trying to get into your pants? I mean, it’s not like I didn’t think the same when I met you.”

You rolled your eyes. “And there’s the cocky ego Phoenix warned me about.”

Jake laughed. “Speaking of Phoenix, she says hi.”

“Tell her I say hi back.”

“Are you going hunting again today?”

“Nope. I got lucky yesterday and bagged a nice-sized tom turkey. He’s already in the freezer for Thanksgiving.”

“That’s my girl!”

Just then, your blanket slipped off your shoulders, revealing your t-shirt.

“Darlin’?” Jake said, his tone curious.

“Yeah?” you replied, pulling the blanket back over your shoulders.

“Are you wearing an Army t-shirt?”

You glanced down briefly, then looked back at the phone. “Well, yeah.”

Jake raised an eyebrow, a teasing grin spreading across his face. "Seems like we have a problem."

You smiled. “Do we?”

“My wife is not supporting her Navy husband,” he teased.

“Well, maybe my Navy husband should send me a Navy shirt,” you replied with a grin.

Jake chuckled, shaking his head. “Fair enough. I’ll make sure you’re properly outfitted, darlin’. Can’t have you running around in Army gear, giving folks the wrong impression.”

“Oh, because I’m sure people are just lining up to inspect my wardrobe choices,” you said, rolling your eyes playfully.

Jake smirked, leaning closer to the screen. “You’d be surprised. Gotta protect my territory, you know.”

“Your territory?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Last I checked, I’m my own person.”

“Sure you are,” he said smoothly, his grin widening. “But you’re also mine, and I’ve got to make sure everyone knows it.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you love it,” he said confidently.

“Debatable,” you teased, though your smile betrayed you.

“I love you, Y/N,” Jake said, his tone suddenly serious.

“I love you too,” you replied softly.

“I’ll call again when I can,” he promised.

“I’ll be waiting,” you said, your voice warm but steady. “Take care of yourself out there, Jake.”

“You too, darlin’,” he replied, a faint smile touching his lips. “And give Christian a kiss from me.”

“Always,” you assured him, feeling a pang of longing but also pride. “Stay safe.”

“Will do,” Jake said, his eyes lingering on the screen for a moment longer before the call disconnected.

You sat there for a few moments, staring at the blank screen, letting the quiet settle around you. Then, your eyes drifted to the wedding picture of you and Christian. You gently picked it up, running your finger over his face.

“You would really like him,” you whispered softly.

The room seemed to hold its breath as you traced the edge of Christian’s smile in the photo, memories flooding back. His laughter, the way he’d hold you like you were the most precious thing in the world, the quiet moments you’d shared when words weren’t needed.

A faint smile tugged at your lips. “He reminds me of you sometimes, you know,” you murmured. “That stubborn streak, the way he looks out for the people he cares about. He’s... different, but in the best way.”

You placed the photo back on the shelf, your gaze lingering. “I think you’d be proud, both of him and of us. I’ll take care of him, just like you’d want me to.”

The silence felt less heavy now, as though the weight of your words had lifted some of the ache in your heart. You glanced toward the bedroom where Christian slept, and with a deep breath, you whispered, “Thank you for everything, Christian. Always.”

Later that evening, Mr. Thaddeus Whitaker arrived at your house around six-thirty for dinner. Mr. Whitaker came from a long line of attorneys, his family having served the Astor family for generations. In fact, both his father and grandfather had worked closely with your family. Now in his sixties, he stood about five foot seven, with a white ring of hair circling his head and a pair of glasses perched on his nose.

You hugged Mr. Whitaker as he stepped through the front door, while Montgomery took his coat and Christian followed closely at your heels.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you. Too bad it’s under sad circumstances,” Mr. Whitaker said warmly.

“It’s no trouble. How’s your son?”

“David’s doing well. He’s excited to start working with your family.”

“That’s great to hear!”

“Whitker!” Christian exclaimed, his small voice filled with excitement.

Mr. Whitaker looked down and smiled. “Master Christian! It’s so good to see you.” He extended a hand, and Christian eagerly shook it. “Such wonderful manners,” Mr. Whitaker remarked.

You scooped Christian up with a laugh. “Jake said the same thing. He also joked that Christian’s going to be a lady killer when he grows up.”

Mr. Whitaker chuckled. “From what little I’ve heard from Lieutenant Seresin, he seems like a stand-up guy. He made sure everything was in order before he left.”

“That’s Jake for you,” you said with a fond smile.

“This way to the dining room,” Montgomery announced, gesturing ahead.

You led the way, glancing at Christian. “You hungry?”

Christian nodded enthusiastically.

“Good,” you said, laughing softly.

You enter the dining room and put Christian in his highchair. “Please, have a seat, Mr. Whitaker.” You sit across from him at the end of the table near Christian. “So, please explain what I should be prepared for tomorrow,” you insist as you sit down.

“I’m sure Celine will contest the restraining order and the length of knowing Lieutenant Seresin since you got married a week and a half after knowing each other.”

“I only knew Christian for three days before we eloped,” you said with a small laugh as you began to eat. “Meeting his parents after that? Let me tell you, that was… interesting.”

Whitaker laughed along with you, shaking his head fondly. “I remember that. I also remember the phone call I received before you and Mister Christian were married.”

You tilted your head, intrigued. “Oh? What phone call?”

He set his fork down, the corners of his mouth tugging into a smile. “Christian called me the night before your elopement. He wanted to ensure every last detail was in order—wills, trusts, property agreements. He was adamant about protecting you and your future together, even then. That man didn’t do anything halfway.”

You felt a lump in your throat, a bittersweet wave of emotions washing over you. “That sounds like him,” you murmured softly, a small smile playing on your lips.

Whitaker nodded, his voice warm. “He loved you deeply, Y/N. It was evident in everything he did. It’s why he trusted you with his legacy, and he was right to do so.”

You blinked away the sting in your eyes and straightened in your chair. “Thank you, Whitaker. That means a lot.”

"It seems the Lieutenant is the same," he remarked.

You glanced at him, curiosity evident. "What makes you say that?"

Whitaker chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “It’s in the way he talks about you. You might not realize it, but there’s a fire in his voice when your name comes up, like he’s ready to take on the world just to make sure you’re happy. That’s love, Y/N. The kind that doesn’t come around often.”

You felt your cheeks warm, a soft smile creeping onto your face. “Jake has his moments, that’s for sure. He’s got this way of showing he cares without saying it outright.”

Whitaker nodded knowingly. “Actions speak louder than words, especially with men like him—and like Christian. They’re not the type to throw grand speeches around, but their loyalty, their dedication? That says everything.”

You glanced down at your plate, pushing a piece of food around with your fork as a warm sense of gratitude filled you. “I guess I’ve been lucky—twice.”

Whitaker’s expression softened, his tone turning thoughtful. “It’s not just luck, Y/N. It’s you. You bring out the best in people. Christian saw it, and so does Jake. It’s no wonder they’d move heaven and earth for you.”

You looked up at him, touched by his words. “You’re too kind, Whitaker.”

"The Lieutenant also checked in to ensure everything was handled before his deployment," Whitaker said.

You raised an eyebrow, surprised. “Jake did that? When?”

Whitaker smiled knowingly. “A few days before he left. He called to confirm that all your affairs were in order, including the trust and arrangements for Christian. He wanted to ensure you’d be taken care of if anything happened to him.”

Your heart swelled, a mix of love and concern washing over you. “He never mentioned that.”

“Men like him don’t do it for the recognition,” Whitaker said gently. “They do it because it’s the right thing to do. Because they care.”

You leaned back in your chair, feeling a wave of emotion. “He can be infuriatingly stubborn and reckless, but he has the biggest heart.”

Whitaker chuckled. “That’s often the case with men in his line of work. They’re wired to take risks, but the people they love are always at the center of their decisions, whether they show it or not.”

You smiled softly, thinking about Jake. “He’s a good man. I just hope he knows how much he means to us.”

“I’m sure he does,” Whitaker replied, his tone warm. “But it never hurts to remind him.”

You nodded, silently resolving to let Jake know just how much you appreciated him when he called next.

Montgomery seized the moment to stride in, carrying plates of venison roast. "Dinner is served!" he announced.

You turned toward Montgomery with a grateful smile. "Perfect timing. That smells amazing."

Christian clapped his little hands, clearly excited by the sight of more food. "Gumree! Yum!"

Montgomery chuckled, setting the plates down on the table with practiced ease. "I trust the roast will meet Master Christian’s high culinary standards."

Whitaker leaned forward, taking in the delicious aroma. “You’ve outdone yourself, Montgomery.”

Montgomery gave a modest bow. “Only the finest for this household.”

As you helped Christian with his plate, Whitaker took a bite of his roast and nodded. "Alright, let's discuss court tomorrow."

You paused, glancing at Whitaker. “Court tomorrow? I thought we had everything prepared.”

“We do,” Whitaker assured you, setting his fork down. “But it’s always good to go over things one last time. We’ll need to be sharp—this isn’t a trial we can afford to stumble through.”

Montgomery cleared his throat delicately. “Would you like me to fetch the relevant files from the study, Mrs. Seresin?”

You nodded. “Please, Montgomery. And could you also grab my notebook? It’s on the desk.”

“Of course.” He gave a slight bow before leaving the room.

Montgomery returned a moment later, carrying the files and your notebook. “Here you are, ma’am.”

“Thank you,” you said, setting them on the table. “Alright, Whitaker. What do we need to review?”

He opened the top file, pulling out a sheet of neatly typed notes. “Just a few things: the timeline of events, key witnesses, and how we’ll counter their arguments. We want to be ready for anything.”

You nodded, slipping into your focused mindset. The rest of dinner was spent reviewing details, Montgomery occasionally chiming in with observations or clarifications.

"We'll be ready, Y/N. Don't worry," Whitaker assured.

"I sure hope so," you replied as you continued with your dinner.

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[littlemissstel]

Miss Detective- Shiu Kong

detective!reader, use of (Y/n), swearing, not proofread

dividers by @saradika-graphics

Shiu gets a visit from an old co-worker who knows a little more than she should.

Shiu sprung up with a sleep drunken expression, cursing out at whatever being dared to disturb his much craved slumber. The poor man had spent more nights awake than days; and while the incessant knocking that threatened to break down his door was irritating, what annoyed him the most was that he knew it couldn't be important. Besides for the old man that lived two doors down asking for help with his thermostat, there were no other reasons for the intrusion; he'd already messed with all the salesmen to the point of being blacklisted and no one from work knew his home address, even going as far to send packages to a separate storage unit.

So why wouldn't they just shut up?

Begrudgingly leaving the warmth of his estranged bed he made his way to the commotion, not bothering to look through the peep hole before swinging the door open with a deep sigh. He hoped the force didn't leave a hole in his precious wall- one more thing to do this weekend- but the exaggerated display felt more than justifiable in the moment.

He scrutinized the audacious figure with squinted eyes, blinking away the remnants of sleep that clouded his gaze. The hair...The face...a woman?

You?

"Hello Mr Kong, long time no see." you say, offering a smile that faltered as fast as it came.

Shiu's mouth hung open slightly before moving, though the words struggled to come out as he shook his head in unsettled confusion.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

He slowly steps out, blocking the entrance with his body. You both had worked in the same precinct as detectives years ago and as the time past the people he once worked with faded from his memory. Yours, however, was becoming ever the more vivid. Working for an established agency there were many people who matched his prowess, you included, though what set you apart was your unmatched ability to get on his nerves. The two of you shared a mutual feeling of contempt as you fought for the recognition you deserved over your peers: taking any measure to avoid working together, being discreet about sharing case information on potential leads. He didn't really need to ask how you found him. As much as he would never admit it, he had faith you could do it simply because you wanted to. But that was a separate lifetime, in Korea, and since he has moved onto more...controversial means of work, he doubted your appearance would bring anything good with it.

And with the way you flashed him your detective badge, ducking under his arm to push past... he knew he was right.

He followed you with hurried steps to the kitchen as you seemingly made yourself at home, discarding your bag on the counter and rummaging through the fridge, stopping occasionally to check the information of an item. He could feel the absurdness of the situation create a surge of exasperation through his veins. Maybe you merely existed to antagonize him. He stood across the room, an island separating you both.

"Get out of my house or hurry up and tell me what you want." His minatory tone would serve as a warning to any other person and had he of known no better- he'd deem you dumb, watching as you continued your thorough inspection.

Closing the fridge with a yogurt in hand you leisurely made your way across the kitchen, opening each draw with a sigh as you presumably looked for a spoon.

"That's no way to talk to an old friend who has a warrant out for your arrest.""

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Suspicion of murder." You peeled back the yogurt lid with an amused expression, "You know i almost laughed when i saw the footage, someone with your expertise being caught by something as simple as a camera- it is laughable isn't it Shiu?"

"I'm not a murderer-"

"But it was even better when your DNA popped up all-too-close to the crime scene-"

"I don't know what hallucinatory state you're in right now-"

You snorted a laugh.

"--but I am not a murderer (Y/n). So i suggest you take your business somewhere else." He says gesturing a rough hand to the door.

He wasn't lying. He had never killed anyone before. It was very well possible that DNA could have been traced back to him but other than that you would have no proof of his involvement. Saying that, you shouldn't of been able to come here in the first place. Shiu's heart rate went up for a number of reasons, none of which he could decipher, as he watched you with uncertainty. With more to live for now...he didn't want to test his luck.

"You should stop putting on a front with me, I'm the one who's been covering for you. Yeah, you're not a murderer but I know what you do- and by taking out the magical powers and unicorns the rest of the world doesn't know about- I could easily get decades added to your sentence."

It took a moment for Shiu to render what you said in momentary disbelief of your awareness. You knew about his world--Surely he would have realised if you were able to see curses too? And you chose to live normally? Too much is happening and he's gaining more questions than answers.

Your face brightens as you finally reach into the designated cutlery draw and it makes Shiu feel sick. You bring up the pink toddler spoon and place it into the carton before making eye contact with him for the first time since you entered his home.

"The poor babe."

"Get to the point (Y/n)."

"Why don't we make a deal?" you continue taking his silence as an agreement, "I'll make sure your little activities are covered up if you give me a cut of whatever your making and help me get evidence for other cases."

"That's ridiculous. Get out."

"You forget about your daughter Shiu."

That seemed to be the all you needed to make Shiu's patience dissipate entirely as he stalks over to you, pushing the carton to the side so it fell off the counter and leaning in close.

"I could kill you right now. And then what? No deal, no threats, and life continues as before."

"I've got someone waiting outside with instructions to call for backup if i don't come out in three minutes...you're running out of time."

Fuck. What should he do? What would he do? Go on the run? He couldn't, he had someone else to think about. Irrational thoughts ran rampant in his mind, trying to find, for just a second, a single reasonable solution. What should he do? He releases a breath before slowly standing to his full height.

"We'll discuss how much I'm paying you later."

Your face lights up with that sickening look once again as you match his stance, reaching for your bag and pulling out a burner phone which he takes with hesitance.

"It only has my number on it. I'll call first"

"Leave before you cause a problem." he says and is somewhat grateful when you do just that without a word. He awaited the sound of the doors click before allowing himself to relax, if you had told him what would happen when he first woke up he would've laughed in your face. It did feel like some kind of twisted joke.

You had found him, you knew where he lived, that he had a daughter, could see curses. You blackmailed him. Now he wanted to find out why, or maybe he should get Toji to take care of you now that you've left- The scenarios he created became more and more extreme as the minutes went by, though each came with their own major flaws. He couldn't allow the agency to find out about his connection to you, they'd no doubt get rid of you both but maybe- just maybe, he could use a few of their connections within the police force to help him out. Get rid of the evidence and then get rid of you. There were many calls to make, but for now, he had to focus on picking up his daughter on time from school.

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[redroomreflections]

What They Left Behind

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary :The Avengers and U.S. Government have been trying to take down a privately owned medical company named Visage for years. On a mission gone wrong, Natasha discovers something in the remains. With its existence, she uncovers a dark truth. The Island meets A.I. Artificial Intelligence.

w/c: 8.2k

Icy fingers wrapped around the doorknob in the darkness. The dimly lit porch light allowed her to find her way inside. Natasha pushed the door open gently, hoping it wouldn't disturb the silence encompassing the cozy apartment. Her footsteps creaked against the old wooden floors the more she shuffled down the hallway. Natasha stumbles through your shared space, one arm clutched to her side, the other carrying all of her belongings, as she headed for the bathroom. She didn't pay attention to the gash on her thigh, or the limp in her walk, as her targeted area became more apparent. She used her bad arm to support the extra weight she was carrying as she tried her hardest not to drop everything. Ignoring the pain in her side to bend over the bathtub, She sets everything down gently. She drops her bag outside of the tub, making sure not to jostle anything she was carrying, as she rushes out to the linen closet. She grabs a bunch of towels, a spare blanket, and face towels. She's not thinking straight right now. Her mind is a jumbled mess. She checks the thermostat, turning the heat to a higher temperature, before deciding she's satisfied.

Her next raid is the small bar in a corner of the dining room. She's careful not to get blood anywhere. There's a half-empty bottle of vodka that she plans to drown herself in. She steps lightly, peeking into the closed door of your bedroom, to find you fast asleep. She returns to the bathroom, placing the blanket inside, tucked nicely and neat before leaning against the counter. She rids herself of her jacket, hiding her pain behind a grimace, as she checks her arm. It's not broken. Probably a sprained wrist.

She twists her body around towards the mirror to inspect her face. There's a cut just above her right eyebrow. She bends slightly to reach into the cabinet for a first aid kit. One you reminded her to buy after this same scenario happened one too many times. Next are her pants. She has a more challenging time removing them as they're ripped and the blood from her fresh wound has dried. The stretch material sticks to her legs and she has to maneuver her body to kick them the rest of the way down. She almost knocks the vodka bottle over, using her quick reflexes to catch it before it drops to the ground. She peeks over to the tub, finding that nothing has changed, as she opens the bottle. She approaches the sink, stretching her legs across it, to inspect the cut. It's deep. Probably has glass in it but it's nothing she can't take care of. She takes a sip of the vodka, and then another, and one more before she begins to feel the familiar burn in her throat.

She rifles through the first aid kit for a pair of tweezers before she sighs. This is going to suck.

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You kick the heavy blankets from your body, taking a harsh breath, as you drift in and out of sleep. You flip to your back, hoping to cool off as you toss and turn. It's warm in here. Warmer than you're used to and you know that can only mean one thing. You sit up, looking for any sign of Natasha before you come up short. Her side of the bed is still cold, your phone doesn't have any messages or missed calls, and nothing seems to be out of place. You stand, opening your bedroom door, to see the bathroom light on. That's weird. You look down at the ground, spotting a few drops of blood, a stark contrast from the dark maple wood. You hold your breath in anticipation of what you're about to see. You've been in this position dozens of times before. Often, you could stomach it. it's a part of her job. Natasha is sitting on the bathroom counter, struggling to wrap gauze around her thigh with one hand when you enter.

You immediately jump into action, pushing her hands aside, as you tear the gauze the right way. You glance at her face, taking note of all of her injuries, her bloodshot eyes, and the barely filled bottle of vodka. Natasha watches you, waiting for you to say anything, as she leans back.

"You didn't call," You say finally.

"I was busy," She answers.

"Too busy to call your wife?" You grip her leg a bit tighter than necessary but when you notice the way she tenses, you release it. You're not angry. Not really. Just scared. Whenever Natasha is away on a mission too long you get nervous. That she won't come home. That the last time you saw her would become forever. She knows this. "You skipped debriefing and medical."

"Had to get home to you," Natasha coughs once you're done patching up her leg. You rest your hands on the counter on each side of her. She can see the worry in your eyes. She leans over, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead before she pulls back.

"Your face?" You reach up to inspect the cut and she catches your arm. Only then do you realize she's holding her other one to her side. "Natasha, what happened?"

"The usual," She dismisses softly. "I, um, I have something for you." She tilts her chin towards the tub. You turn slowly, peeking into the bathtub, finally noticing the small, sleeping child wrapped up in one of Natasha's t-shirts. You drop to your knees, your eyes scanning over every single part of their tiny body, as you try to come up with a question. You can't see past the layers of dirt and sod on angelic features. "It's why I skipped everything." She answers.

"H-how old is she?" You reach out to brush your hand over matted and tangled curls. Eyes flutter at your touch but she doesn't move.

"He," Natasha corrects and you turn to her. "A boy. He doesn't speak much. Won't tell me his name or anything else. I found him hiding in one of the lab rooms of the places we raided. They were making some kind of drugs or doing experiments. It's not quite clear. There was a fire and he was the only one left. We think that maybe he wandered over there and his real family is out there looking for him."

"and you brought him home," You tsk. You don't know what to make of this situation.

"I didn't know what else to do," Natasha admits. "I wasn't leaving him at the compound. Giving him over to Ross? Not happening. I just I don't know."

"He probably has a family somewhere," You mutter. You shake your head.

"We can look for them but I couldn't," Natasha doesn't finish her sentence but somehow you know. She has such a big heart and she wouldn't have brought him home if she didn't think this was the best option. The child in question stirs but never awakens.

"In the morning I can make some calls to a couple of friends, see what I can find out, and go from there," You stand, wiping your hands against the fabric of your cotton shorts. "Are you okay besides the obvious?" You ask.

"Y-yeah I'm fine," She nods. She beckons you over with her left hand and you oblige. "I missed you." She speaks low and this time the butterflies in your stomach increase tenfold.

"I missed you too," You kiss her lips. "I need to get us some blankets and pillows." You look around the bathroom. You busy yourself with cleaning. "He's sleeping peacefully right now. He's in a new place and I know in the morning he might not be so calm. If we move him he might wake up and I don't want him to be alone when that happens."

Natasha doesn't say a thing. She agrees. She knows this is your way of feeling useful. She's thrown something big at you. You have every right to be upset and yet you're not. She stands on solid ground again, testing out her leg, to find that while there's still some pain she can walk just fine. She keeps watching over the little boy as you gather blankets and pillows for a makeshift bed. Sleeping on the bathroom floor wasn't on your itinerary for tonight but that could change. You make quick work of cleaning up the blood through the hallway before you return to the bathroom. You make everything as comfortable as possible, gesturing for Natasha to lie down before you help her keep her leg elevated by a bunch of pillows. You turn off the lights, making sure to at least keep the hallway light on to act as a nightlight. You're conscious of Natasha's injuries as you lie your head against her chest. Her heartbeat is soothing. It reminds you she's alive and real. Not that you needed it to.

"What if we can't find his family?" Natasha wonders aloud.

You don't have an answer for her. The question is heavy on your mind too. You fall asleep thinking of every scenario in which you'd be able to keep him. You don't want to get your hopes up.

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The morning comes quicker than you would have liked. Your back aches and your hips hurt, and you don't feel Natasha under you. You wipe at your face, feeling around the covers, to find the spot by your side empty. You lift your head, looking around the bathroom, with big green eyes looking at you from just a few feet away.

"Hi," You muster up words as you sit up.

The child doesn't say anything. He simply watches your every move.

"Did you sleep okay?" You ask. You can faintly hear Natasha in the background. She must be in the kitchen. The little boy nods. "That's good." You move to scoot a bit closer but stop yourself when you notice he tenses. "No. Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you. My name is Y/n. What's your name?"

The boy shrugs. Okay, you're glad he understands English. You're also starting to understand how difficult this will be if he doesn't know his name and he isn't willing to speak.

"Do you have a name?" You question. You almost smack yourself at asking such a dumb thing until he shakes his head. "Oh. okay. I, um, okay." You take a deep breath. Natasha's voice gets a little louder and his eyes dart over to the door. "That's my wife, Natasha, she brought you here. Do you remember that?"

He nods. That's good.

"Are you hungry?" You ask him. "I can make chocolate chip pancakes. Would you like that?" You ask and he nods again. You stand, holding out your hand for him to take, and he does without hesitation. You walk with him out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. Natasha's on the phone, seemingly a bit angry, as she paces. She spots you and your guest, waving her hand to say hello before she turns away. Her attention has been pulled elsewhere. She knows he's safe with you either way. You look down, noticing the pout on his face at Natasha's lack of enthusiasm. "I feel that way too sometimes." You say. You help him to sit on a stool so that he can see both of you.

You look around the kitchen. You don't have much food that's interesting to kids. You and Natasha live quiet lives and really only have the necessities. Your house is not bared but it's certainly not equipped for a child. You look over at him as he waits patiently for your next move. He's so quiet.

Natasha moves to kiss you hello before she lowers her phone to speak.

"I'm on a conference call with Steve and the rest of the team. They're trying to find some of his family." She whispers before exiting the room.

You bend over to look into the fridge deciding on pancakes and eggs for this morning's meal.

"You like eggs right?" Again your question is answered with a shrug. You make enough breakfast for the three of you. Your morning coffee is all you want so you put on a pot for that. You lean against the counter, looking over at him, as he occupies himself with walking his fingers over the cool marble. He's clearly bored. He looks utterly adorable with his messy hair and curious eyes, and he's swimming in Natasha's t-shirt. The sleeves cover his arms and the rest of his body. Hopefully, it's keeping him warm. "How old are you? Do you know that?"

He lifts his head when he realizes you're addressing him. He holds up three fingers.

"You're three?" You confirm and he looks at his hands in confusion. He takes his hand, using it to push up one more finger, before showing it to you. "You're four?" You ask and he nods again. "you just had a birthday?" You take a wild guess and he nods again with wide eyes. "Okay, that's good, um happy birthday." You try to figure out what to ask next. You rifle through the drawers, hoping to find a pen and paper before he stops being so willing to talk. "Did you have a party?" He shakes his head. "Okay, did you have a cake or presents?" He furrows his brow at this. Did he know what any of those things were? Suddenly you're not so sure.

You reach over to the stove, turning it off before you fix him a plate of food. You don't want to make any of this feel like an interrogation. He's still so little and with having a traumatic night he could be forgetting key details about his life. You cut the pancakes into tiny pieces, before putting syrup on the side. The eggs are scrambled as you feel like that's the safest option for a child. You place it in front of him before you step back. You don't watch him, opting to make yourself and Natasha a cup of coffee as you wait. You turn around to find he hasn't touched anything. His fork lies in the same spot beside the eggs. He's looking at the plate as if he's never seen any of this stuff before. He takes his hand, dipping his finger into the syrup, before licking it with his tongue. The sugary sweetness is good and so he dips it again.

"You don't want to try your pancakes?" You approach him. He stops his licking to look up at you. "They're good I promise." You take a pancake, dipping it into the syrup much like he did before, and you take a bite. Reluctantly, he tries it too. Then he gestures for you to try again. It's a back-and-forth tactic that tends to work with all your patients. This one included. Not that he's one of your patients. He's a lost little boy with nowhere else to go. "You know, we're going to have to figure out something to call you." You inform him. This time he points to you. "You want me to pick?" You ask and he nods. You put a finger to your chin not noticing that he's trying to show you his wrist. Surely you could think of something.

Before you can come up with something, Natasha returns to the kitchen. You pass her the cup of coffee, standing beside her, as she drinks from it.

"So, I found out he's four, he's never had pancakes apparently, and he just had a birthday." You inform her.

"That's good," She nods. "The team is still a bit unsure where and how he got into the lab but they're searching every database and working with police to figure out where his family is." She looks over at him as he eats his eggs with his hands. "For now I think he's here. You don't mind do you?"

"No, of course not, I think we're friends," You gesture over to him. "He's going to need clothes though. He can't just walk around in your clothes."

"I can go," She offers and you stop her.

"I can go. You're still injured. What you can do is sit on the couch and keep him entertained while I grab him a few things. He's on the small side but sizes should be true." You instruct.

"You're going to leave me here alone with him?" She looks terrified.

"Natasha, you came here alone with him." You remind her.

"Right, you're right," She relaxes. "I can do it. It's just like babysitting Lila and Cooper."

"Right," You kiss her cheek. You step over to the little boy, as he finishes his breakfast before he looks up at you. Something about his gaze and the way he seems so compliant unsettles you. "Hey, I'm going to step out for a little bit. Just going to the store. It'll be about one hour. I know you can't tell the time but if you think it's too long you can ask Natasha and she'll call me on the phone. Is that okay?"

He nods, puffing up his chest before he looks over to Natasha. It's his own little act of bravery. He feels safe with both of you. You don't want to test that and so you move fast. You don't waste time getting dressed and brushing your teeth. You're prepared well enough to go out.

Natasha is still in the kitchen with your guest when she notices the mood change. His lips curl into a pout, as he fiddles with his hands, his eyes flashing back and forth to the door.

"She'll come back," Natasha breaks him from his thoughts. He looks at her with a serious expression. "She tells the truth always. Until then would you like to watch some TV?" She suggests and he shrugs. Of course.

Natasha dumps the plates into the sink before taking him over to the couch. He climbs up, sitting all the way back against the cushions before he looks over at her expectantly. It takes her a few seconds before Natasha finds an acceptable kids' show. Dora The Explorer. She sits down right next to him and patiently waits for your return.

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You never thought shopping for a child would be on your to-do list. You're in one of the aisles at Walmart, looking through their toddler clothes, when you find yourself dissatisfied. You're a psychologist, you know a decent amount about kids, but you never knew how hard it would be to shop for them. Especially when the boys' section doesn't have as much available. You gather a few t-shirts, ones with dinosaurs, ones with trucks, and even some with funny sayings on them before you collect the bottoms. It's still pretty warm outside but you grab an assortment. Next are the socks and the underwear and before you know it you've migrated over to the toy aisle.

You message Natasha to see if she agrees and she texts back with a photo of herself and the little one watching TV. Something inside you shifts. Seeing a photo of the two of them. The way he's curled into Natasha's side and how comfortable he is with her. You two shelved the idea of children. At least for a few years. Work is too crazy for a child. Natasha with her long missions and you picking up more cases at work. You're on track to own your own private practice. Everything's falling into place. Having a child would change things. Besides, you can't keep him. He probably has a family and people that love and miss him.

You receive another text from Natasha agreeing that he needs toys. You'd be happy to give them to him. You grab a few things that you think he'd like. Next is groceries. There's not much food at home, and you're definitely spending more than you anticipated, but you need it.

On the way home, you make a few calls.

First is Herbert Messing. He's a detective and one of your old college classmates. You check in to see if he's heard anything about a missing child.

"I haven't, not one that fits your description," Herbert denies. "Surely if he was truly lost someone would be looking for him by now. Send over a picture or bring him to the station."

"I can send a picture but bringing him to the station may be tough," You sigh. Natasha would be upset at you for texting and driving. You quickly send a picture at the red light. "I um, I think since it's technically Avengers business Ross might be on the case and..."

"And I know how snoopy he can be," Herbert sighs. "I'll see what I can do on my end but I make no promises."

"Thank you, love you a ton, bye." You hang up quickly. How could this little boy not have a family looking for him? Was this one of those rare cases where he's so far from home it'll take a while to find him?

Either way, you're not handing him over to Ross.

*************

Back home, Natasha is drifting off to sleep on the couch. The little one is still full of energy. He wants to tap her and ask her where you are. It's taking you longer than you said. You're right he can't tell time but it's beginning to feel like an eternity. He watches Natasha's face to make sure she is sleeping before he slides down from the couch. He tiptoes to the bathroom, then the kitchen, and finally the bedroom. Some of your clothes are still tossed about and there's a robe on the bed. He steps over to the bed to drag his fingers along the fabric. It's scratchy but soft. He likes it. He pulls himself onto the mattress, covering his entire body in the robe before he falls asleep.

***************

Less than a half-hour later you arrive back home with a dozen bags. You struggle the entire way into the private entrance before you manage to unlock it. You drop the bags near the front door to go find Natasha. She's asleep on the couch. Alone.

"Natasha, "You tap her. "Natasha." You say again and she sits up quickly. "Where's the little one?"

She makes a face of confusion before she looks around. "Fuck." She shakes her head. "Such a rookie mistake." She berates herself.

"The door was still locked so I doubt he left." You don't panic. You're the calm one. He can't be too far. You check the bathroom while Natasha checks the kitchen. You're running around your bedroom when you notice something is out of place. You walk closer, realizing it's him, fast asleep wrapped up in your robe. "Nat!" You call causing him to open his eyes. He whimpers, a sound sort of like a happy puppy reuniting with his owner, as he sits on his knees. Somehow you understand him. "I'm sorry. I took too long but I brought presents." You say and his eyes light up at the now-familiar word. Natasha walks into the room with a hand on her hip.

"I can't believe I fell asleep." She mutters and you wave her off.

"It happens," You say. "I think the little one would like to open his presents."

"Oh, yeah, we can do that." Natasha holds her hand out and he takes it. He's so willing to do everything you say. So far, he's perfect. Almost too perfect. You know Natasha has noticed it too. He moves and reacts as if he's been conditioned or programmed to. He doesn't really seem to oppose anything. Top that with not being familiar with pancakes or breakfast or even birthdays and presents. You don't know what you're dealing with.

You drag the bags into the living room where you pull out the toys first. All three of you sit on the floor, Natash pushing the coffee table aside so that you can have more room. The first thing you pull out of the bag is a fire truck toy. It's long and red and has a couple buttons to press. He simply looks at it.

"Has he ever played with a toy?" Natasha poses the question and you're having the same train of thought. She pushes it, showing him how to play with it and he seems interested enough. He crawls over to the toy, tapping it with his fingers, before turning it over. Natasha presses a button, causing the toy to light up, and the siren to sound. He doesn't like this at all. Instead of the happy reaction both of you were hoping for he backs away and doesn't stop until he's pressed against the couch.

"You don't like this one?" You ask remaining calm. Keep your voice soothing. Natasha calls it your doctor's voice. He shakes his head. He claps his hands over his ears. "It's too loud." You explain to Natasha. She flips the switch effectively killing the siren.

You try another toy, a ball, passing it to him to see his reaction. He turns it over his hands. He likes it.

"I talked to Herb," You say when he seems occupied enough. "There's nothing out there indicating he's a missing child. I called a couple others that I know and everything came up short." You inform her.

"On my end too," Natasha says. "They're doing a bit more digging into this lab. Visage had their hand in a lot of crooked pots. I don't know." She bites her lips.

"What's wrong?" You ask as you keep an eye on the boy.

"I don't know the whole thing was just too easy," Natasha shrugs. "It's a mission. Just like any other. We go in. We fight. We get out. Of course, there's always potential for them to torch things or destroy things. The lab was destroyed. Set on fire. There were these pods. I don't know what to call it. They looked like tanning beds or something but I- I can't describe it. Like it was out of a movie or something. It can't be a coincidence that he was left behind." She looks at him with a hard gaze. "He couldn't have just wondered over."

"Do you think someone left him on purpose?"

Natasha doesn't answer. She doesn't know truly.

"Well until then we have to give him a name to call him." You mull it over. "I don't want to keep calling him the boy."

"Do you have anything in mind?" She questions.

"I was thinking something simple but not like David or Jacob," You shake your head. "How about Micah?" You ask and his head turns towards you. Almost as if he's decided it's his name too.

"Would you want that to be your name?" Natasha catches his attention. He blinks at her offering her no indication that he agrees. He points to you.

"Yes," You nod. "My name is Y/n. Her name is Natasha. Your name could be Micah. Is that good?" You attempt to help him understand. He nods enthusiastically. Suddenly as if he just realizes something, he reaches into the bag and pulls out a white graphic tee with a colorful astronaut on it. He holds it up.

"I think he wants a bath," Natasha takes a wild guess. Micah looks down at himself and then back to the shirt.

"That's right it's yours," You encourage. "We could take a bath. Then you could wear it. How about that?" You smile. He nods again. You grab a few of the bath items to use as you all travel into the bathroom. Natasha makes herself useful by running the bath water. She adds a capful of your favorite bubble bath. You move to help Micah with his shirt when he slaps your hand away. His breathing increases and he backs away from you.

Natasha tilts her head, wondering what warranted that reaction, but you're not as confused.

"I'm sorry," You apologize sincerely. "I know you're a bit messy and we wanted to take a bath right? Did you want to take your shirt off alone?"

He shakes his head no. That perplexes you. Had something bad happened in the bath?

"It's not too hot," Natasha shows him by dipping her hand in. He looks to her and back to you.

"I could get in with you?" You try. He seems almost surprised by this. His shaking hands drop to his side. "There are bubbles so I won't see anything. I could show you how to bathe. It's fun."

He nods. You help him with his shirt this time before you strip yourself down to your t-shirt and underwear. It's not the most appropriate outfit but you needed to get him clean. You climb in first, before helping him in. It's then you notice the dark ink on his wrist. It's a branding of sorts. A tattoo. You look to see if Natasha saw. She has.

"He has a tattoo," You speak. You're sure now this company was up to more than any of you are ready for. You use a bit of soap to scrub against his skin to find it still there. Before Micah changes his mind you get to work scrubbing him quickly. He sits still, not showing any emotion, as you clean him. His hair is another story. It's more of a task to wash. You talk to him about your childhood dog to distract him. "Cookie was her name." You smile reminiscently. "She was the most loyal dog I've ever met." You say and he follows your movements with his eyes. "Tilt your head back." You use the cup Natasha gives you to rinse his hair. A little water gets to his face and he flinches. "Oh, I'm sorry," You reach for his towel and clean his face free. His hair is long and now that it's untangled it flows down his back.

"All done," Natasha holds out a towel. She helps him out, wrapping him up tightly before she sniffs him. "You smell good now." She grins before giving him thumbs up. When you step out to grab your own towel, he walks over to you and sniffs. He turns back to Natasha to give her a thumbs up. This causes her to give a belly laugh. "He thinks you smell good."

"Good to know." You nod. You run to your room to get dressed in dry clothes so that you can help Natasha. You come back and he already has the shirt, new shorts, and socks on his feet. He continues to rub his hands over the shirt, as if unfamiliar with the fabric before he drops them to his side. "It's cotton." You say before you bring over a brush for his hair. "Natasha's going to brush your hair."

He glances at her before nodding again. That would be fine. Natasha is gentle and quick. She makes sure not to pull too hard as she detangles. He stands patiently, his eyes trained on a speck on the floor, as you clean the bathroom. Natasha's phone rings in the distance and a small noise erupts from his throat.

"It's okay, it's just a phone," You furrow your brow. You go and grab it for Natasha and read the caller ID to her. "It's Steve." You trade Micah for the phone. He frowns when she leaves the room to take the call. "Micah, can I ask you some things?" You dip your head to catch his eyes. You take him to your bedroom where you help him onto the bed.

He keeps his hands in his lap.

"Did you have a family where you lived?" You ask. He doesn't seem to recognize the word. "Okay, a Mommy or Daddy?" He tilts his head. "A Mommy?" You guess and he shakes his head. "Do you know what that is?" He shakes his head again. "Okay, um," you find yourself fumbling a lot. All of your years of studying straight out of the window. "A mommy, some people call them Mama, is the woman that takes care of you. They feed you. Bathe you. Give you hugs. They make you feel safe. They keep you safe."

He presses his finger to your chest. Your heart breaks and is fixed back again at the gesture.

"I-I am not your Mama," You find yourself saying with a tinge of sadness. "I didn't give birth to you." You whisper. "Did you get lost?" You go through your list of questions. He either nods or shakes his head.

No. He doesn't have parents. No, he didn't get lost. Yes, he lived in the lab. Yes, he played games. No, he doesn't remember things from before. This leaves you at square one. You're thinking back to the bath, how afraid he was. The tattoo. Your mind flashes to every single SciFi movie you've ever seen and you're jumping to a big conclusion.

"They want us to bring him in for testing," Natasha tucks her phone into her pocket. "They have clues but Helen Cho wants to do some DNA testing."

"Natasha I think we should discuss what I think he is," You tell her.

"No time we need to do this now," She searches for her keys. "They're following a lead and we need to chase it before it runs cold." You know what she's doing. She's distancing herself. It is what she does to prepare herself from getting hurt. You know your wife better than anybody. From the moment she decided to bring him home you know she fell in love. You stand to stop her, gripping her by her forearms, to keep her in her place.

"Don't do this," You plead with her. "Don't check out yet. He still needs us no matter what happens. For all we know it's just testing. We know there's still a slim chance he may have a family and we can help him reunite with them."

"He doesn't," Natasha husks. She pulls you out of the bedroom noting how closely he's watching you. "They don't believe he ever had any or that he does but it's so complicated."

"So that trumps my theory of him being some sort of alien or supernatural being," You say. She frowns. "Don't knock it. It's not the craziest thing we would see."

"You're not too far off from what we've been thinking," Natasha looks over to him. "Tony and Steve are going to tell us when we get there."

"Guess we're taking a trip." You sigh.

So much for a peaceful day.

**************

The car ride to the compound turns out to be a completely new experience for Micah. He shields his eyes away from the natural light, and turns his face into your side, as he sits in the backseat with you. Maybe you should have put sunglasses on the list. You think you're more nervous than Natasha as you pull into the garage of the compound. You opt to carry him in with Natasha by your side. You’re welcomed into the lab, walking through familiar glass doors, to find the team all gathered.

"Great you're here," Tony claps his hands. "Now we can hand Kyle Xy over to Ross or the FBI and let them handle things."

"What does he mean?" You look to Natasha. You sit with Micah in your lap, not pushing him away, as he hides his face in your chest.

"Well, I'll let Helen do the talking," Steve says and Helen Cho stands. She's a geneticist and sometimes the go-to scientist for the rest of the team.

"So, we got a hold of Visage's old files," Helen begins as she clicks a button on the tiny remote in her hand effectively powering up the projector. Sam turns off the lights before going to sit in his chair. "Turns out one of their biggest cash cows was the process of cloning. Basically, they transfer the DNA of a human's somatic cell into another cell that's had its nucleus and DNA removed. Then that cell grows into an embryo and as we know forms a child."

"Like IVF?" Natasha questions and Helena moves her head from side to side.

"Sort of only the embryo isn't implanted into a woman's uterus," Helen clicks again and a grainy picture appears on the screen. "They were cloning humans. As I mentioned they keep the embryos in incubator-like pods for growth. The embryos grow at rapid rates according to their set time. Like a microwave of sorts. Only they're cryogenic chambers meant to keep them in stasis until the hosts need them."

"And who are these hosts?" You're trying to keep up.

"Other people. Humans. People with money or anyone willing to pay a pretty penny." Helen answers

"So what? it's illegal surrogacy?" Sam throws out and she doesn't respond.

"They were using these clones for medical reasons," Tony explains." It's one of Visage's biggest money-makers. Even more sinister than we thought. Basically, these billionaires pay a lot of money for a clone and their doppelganger is made with perfectly healthy organs and such. If they get sick or old or injured they use the body parts or organs for themselves. "

Micah shifts in your arms to peek over at everyone.

"So he's a clone?" You tilt your head.

"Essentially yes," Tony folds his arms under his chest.

"And what do they do with the clones once they get what they want?" Steve questions. He's not a fan of cryofreezing after being victim to it.

"They freeze them again or keep them in stasis," She clicks another photo showing the naked body of what seems to be a grown man as he's hooked up to an umbilical cord. The pod is filled with water as he floats. Micah runs from your lap to the screen. His breathing increases as he looks up at the screen. Does he remember something?

"Hey, kid, you recognize this? Tony asks. " Kid?"

"He doesn't talk," Natasha speaks for him.

"Can he?" Steve questions.

"Medically speaking, yes." Helen answers. "He's choosing not to."

"Selective mutism," You describe. "It happens for a lot of children with an anxiety disorder that visits the clinic. After something traumatic they stop speaking in certain situations."

"Would he be able to have an anxiety disorder all things considered?"

"I don't know," Helen admits. "For all intents and purposes, he is a normal child. He may not feel pain or emotion like one. Think of him as a robot if you will or a newborn infant. They released him too late."

"What do you mean too late?"

"The records we found and the tattoo on his wrist," Helen points. " Would indicate he already belongs to a host family. A wealthy diplomat and his wife. Their daughter needed a heart transplant due to a defect. She died before they could do the procedure."

"Is that not the same as having a baby to use for its sick sibling?" Steve points out.

"I'm inclined to say yes but..." Helen doesn't finish. "We were looking to run some tests on his organs and his brain."

"Did you contact this family?" You ask as Micah continues to stand at the front of the room.

"We did but due to privacy and status, they were unwilling to cooperate," Tony sighs. "They don't want to be caught up in something so out there. Crooks they are. We asked the if they would want to take in the boy."

"And what did they say?" Natasha sits up straight.

"They said that he had no soul," Helen says matter of factly. Micah looks up to her upon hearing those words. "That he's not real and they were washing their hands of the entire situation. They lawyered up. If the government comes after them they're willing to fight but they don't want a child that's not real to them."

"Jesus," You curse. "So what now?"

"I say we run the tests and hand him over to Ross," Tony throws his hands up in mock surrender. "We already have our hands full with everything else around here. No way can we take in a child."

You look over at Natasha pleadingly. No way would you be able to give him up. Natasha remains quiet. Has she changed her mind?

"We've set up the lab and can have tests back in a couple of hours."

"You're going to poke and prod a little boy?" You find yourself getting angry. "Run your tests on him and what? Throw him to the wolves because you have too much on your plate? How are you any better than those other people? Than Visage?"

No one says a word.

"We're not equipped to keep him. We don't know what can happen or how he will turn out," Steve begins so you stand in anger.

"Unbelievable," You shake your head with tears in your eyes. You can't stand to see this. You won't. You rush out of the lab and out to the courtyard. You need some air. Natasha follows you with a scowl on her face. Micah simply stands. Was he to follow you?

When she locates you, you turn away from her.

"Y/n," Natasha attempts to touch your shoulder and you yank out of her reach.

"Why did you bring him home?" You try to wipe the tears from your eyes. "Why did you do this? I was perfectly fine and I knew it could be something and..did you hear them talking about him? He doesn't have a soul? No emotions? They talked about him as if he wasn't even human. As if he isn't a child. A baby." You stop yourself from sobbing. You swipe angrily at your face.

"I know," Natasha sits next to you.

"It's only been a day but Nat," You whimper. " I can't stand by and let them do that." You shake your head. She remains silent.

It's Wanda that interrupts your moment together.

"They're ready to do the testing," She gauges your reaction. You can't really be mad at the teen for relaying the message. It was just a few years ago she was in the same predicament. "For what it's worth I think he would like you there."

You nodded. He would. You stand first, then Natasha, and you cradle her hand in yours. You could do this. You follow Wanda to the lab where she stands. Micah is seated on one of the metal tables. He's still in his astronaut shirt and red shorts. His expression is blank but his eyes follow every single person in the room. Tony and the rest of the team stand on one side of the room. You and Natasha on the other. Your fingers are pressed against the glass, watching in anticipation.

"Ross is on his way," Tony mentions, and your finger twitches. You've never wanted to commit a crime more than you did now.

You watch in trepidation as Helen Cho inspects the tattoo on his wrist. She holds out his arm as another scientist prepares to take blood. You don't turn away as the needle pricks his skin. You narrow your eyes when you spot the tiniest flinch from Micah. He could feel that? Almost like pain. Though he doesn't blink or move again. They take blood. They poke and they prod. Finally, they have to do tests on his brain.

No one else seems to see it but you can. The unease on the little boy's face as he allows them to attach chords to his head and his chest. There's one almost like a helmet and that's when you see it again. A flinch. He's been in this position before you deduce. He was birthed and grown in a lab. He knows what this is like and he doesn't like it.

His lips move almost as if he's mimicking a word but you can't quite make out what he's saying. It's over sooner than you know it. Next is another contraption that resembles an MRI machine.

"Keep still, 007." One of the scientists instructs him. They're calling him by the tattoo.

"His name is Micah." You mutter to yourself. You can feel Natasha's soothing hand on your back. Even then you can't calm down. As if by magic, you can feel another presence. You turn your head just slightly to find Ross and a few of his henchmen as you like to call them. They're strapped with guns and army gear. "You don't need all of that for a child." You find yourself saying aloud.

Ross's challenging expression sends chills down your spine. "You may think so but we don't know what we are dealing with. It's just a precaution." He explains before he approaches Tony. They converse quietly and you turn back to watch.

Micah's tiny hands are shaking and his lips are moving again. His head is moving even though he's been instructed to keep still.

"What's he saying?" You ask and Natasha removes her hand to step closer to the glass. "Nat, he doesn't like it in there." You inform her. "Let me go get him." Natasha doesn't want to be the one to stop you but she'd rather herself than someone else. You don't move just yet.

"No," You can hear a small voice. "No." He cries again and you know it's Micah. "Mama!" He yells and your heart soars. "Mama!" He screams at the top of his lungs. "Mama!" He screams again as he thrashes against the table. This stops everyone in their tracks. Even Ross. You rush around them, straight into the lab, and right over to Micah as he continues to cry out for his Mama. For you. He chose you. You don't hesitate to pick him up, pulling all of the wires from his body to toss them on the floor. Micah sobs as you cradle him to you. The only thing on your mind is him as you comfort him. You don't care who is watching. Your only priority is him.

"I'm real," He whispers into your neck. "I'm real." He repeats over and over. As if he’s trying to convince himself and you.

"I know, Micah, I know." You shush him. You can hear the cocking of a gun and a groan of pain behind you. You turn quickly to find Natasha has stripped one of Ross's henchmen of his gun, pointing it at his head while holding his arms behind his back.

"You even think about touching her and I will kill him," Natasha threatens everyone around you. Her voice is pure venom and you know she's serious. What have you gotten into? "I will kill you all."

"We just want the child." Ross raises his hands. "That's what we came here for."

"Y/n, do you really want to put your wife in danger for this?" Tony seems so chill about all of this. Suddenly he's going from a friend to an enemy. "Are you willing to risk her life for someone you just met last night?"

You feel the deep-seated guilt as your eyes travel around the room.

"I'm real," Micah sobs again and you let tears fall from your own eyes. "Mama." He pleads and your heart practically falls out of your chest. You can't let him go.

"He feels pain," You manage to say with a shaky breath. "When you poked him with that needle you noticed it didn't you?" You ask and the scientist looks away. He's too afraid to get involved but that's all the answer you needed. "He has emotions. You can see from how hard he's crying that he has fucking emotions." You growl and he whimpers again. You kiss his head before trying to calm yourself. "You can't just take him."

"He's property of the United States Government," Ross reminds you.

"Call your boss," Natasha demands. Ross begins to protest but she stops him. "Call him or I start shooting." She wraps her thumb tighter around the gun.

Ross dramatically sighs before pulling out his phone. He waits impatiently before the phone picks up. He looks perturbed as he gives a general explanation of what is going on.

"Let me speak to him," Natasha gestures and he looks at her as if she's crazy. Then, as if he was also asked to speak to Natasha, he passes the phone to her. He acts as if this is the most troubling thing he's ever seen. "Hi," She says roughly. "I can't let you do that." Natasha challenges. "You see you owe me a favor. Let's call it even." Natasha says. "You get your guys to go home. I keep the boy." Natasha stops to listen, glancing over at you before she looks back to the phone. "When I take him home you don't come after us. You don't try again later. You leave him." She clearly instructs. She releases the gun. Lowering it to her side. She slides the phone back to Ross.

He takes it, hoping to come out victorious, only for there to be a frown on his face again. He nods his head a few times, giving a yes every other minute before he finally hangs up.

"Wrap it up boys, he's going with them," Ross sighs. "This isn't over Romanoff." He says before they storm out. The henchman reaches for his gun and Natasha points it at his head again. How was he expecting to get that back?

She watches them leave, making sure they're a safe distance before she steps over to you.

"Is he okay?" She asks and you nod.

"Micah, sweetie, can you let me look at you?" You ask as you set him down on the table. His eyes are wet and his face screws into a big pout.

"I'm real," He comments again. You nod while fixing his hair.

"You are real." You say. "Nat, what do we do?"

"We live our lives as usual," She says and your eyes flash to hers. "The favor is in. I called it. Still have to keep watch. They're going to come after him eventually."

"Nat, I'm sorry, I didn't mean for this to be-"

"For better or for worse right," Natasha shrugs. "If you truly believe everything and you want him we can keep him."

"He's not an animal," You remind her. She silently scolds herself.

"I know I just... I brought him home and I want him too." She ultimately admits. You nod. You could live with that. You pick him up again, walking around the forgotten wires, to exit the building.

"Tony, you're dead to me," Natasha doesn't even look his way as she walks with you. Her eyes scan the area, making sure no one is going to stop you, as you head towards the garage. When you're at the car, you climb in, buckling him in, before Natasha turns with a gun drawn to whoever has been following you. "Wanda!" She curses before she tucks it away. You step out of the car to come around.

"I want to go with you," She insists.

"We're just going home," Natasha says.

"Bullshit," Wanda argues. "You're running."

Your eyes dart to your wife. You know but even still would she admit that to Wanda?

"Wanda, you're sixteen," Natasha says.

"So," Wanda shrugs. "I don't want this family if you're not there."

There's a silence where you and Natasha think it over. Wanda would never forgive you if you said no.

"Get in," Natasha relents and you all jump into action. Wanda hops into the front seat and you in the back just as the rest of the team enters the garage. Natasha starts the car and drives as fast and as safely as she can. She continues to your apartment where you all enter. "Pack your things quickly. Don't take what you don't need." She says. She grabs a few duffel bags while you head to your bedroom. Micah is left to sit with Wanda. You pack important papers, passports, documents, and other things.

Micah slides down from the couch over to the toys you left out. He taps at the fire truck, before pressing the button, not flinching this time as the siren goes off. You step out of the bedroom to see him so calm.

Were you really doing this?

"You ready?" Natasha exits the bathroom with a bag full.

"Y-yeah," You nod before going to grab your own packed bags. You rush the kids out of the door and down the stairs again. That's the last you would see of your apartment.

******************

Three months later... "Mom, he's refusing to come inside again," Wanda calls out as she sets the table for dinner.

"Again with this boy," You shake your head as you turn off the stove. "Where's Natasha?"

Wanda shrugs. You wipe your hands on your jeans to exit through the backdoor. You're about to give Micah a light scolding when you spot him in the grass, picking something, not aware of your presence. He looks up as the back door slams. He gives you a wide smile. His cheeks are dirty, he's not wearing shoes, and his shorts have grass stains. Even still he looks adorable.

He runs over to you with something behind his back.

"What you got there, buddy?" You ask as you kneel down. His smile grows even wider.

"Present, Mama." He says before he holds out his hand. Small yellow flowers that he picked from the grass. It's the best present you've ever received.

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Introduction

When the sweltering heat of summer or the biting cold of winter rolls into Fayetteville, your HVAC system becomes your home’s lifeline. Unfortunately, like any complex machine, your heating, ventilation, and air conditioning (HVAC) system can encounter a variety of issues that may disrupt comfort. Understanding these common HVAC issues in Fayetteville and how to fix them can save you time, money, and stress.

This comprehensive guide HVAC company Fayetteville NC will delve into the most prevalent HVAC problems faced by residents in Fayetteville, discuss their Best HVAC Repair in Fayetteville potential causes, and offer practical solutions. Whether you're experiencing inadequate heating or cooling, strange noises from your unit, or rising energy bills—this article is packed with insights to help you troubleshoot effectively.

Common HVAC Issues in Fayetteville and How to Fix Them Inadequate Heating or Cooling What Causes Inadequate Heating or Cooling?

One of the most frustrating problems homeowners face is inadequate heating or cooling. This is often caused by:

Incorrect thermostat settings Dirty filters Mechanical issues Solutions for Frequent Cycling Adjust Thermostat Settings: Set it at a consistent temperature. Clean Filters: Regular maintenance can prevent this issue. Call A/C Man Heating and Air: If problems persist, professional diagnostics may be necessary. Strange Noises from the Unit Common Noises Explained

Unusual sounds can signal various problems:

Banging indicates loose parts. Hissing might suggest a refrigerant leak. Squealing could point to a failing motor. Steps to Resolve Noisy Units Identify Noise Source: Locate where the sound originates. Loose Parts: Tighten screws or connections where necessary. Contact Professionals: If noises persist, consult with experts at A/C Man Heating and Air for thorough inspections. Poor Indoor Air Quality Why Is Indoor Air Quality Important?

Indoor air quality can affect health significantly—causing allergies or respiratory issues.

Improving Indoor Air Quality Regular Filter Changes: Keep air filters clean to enhance air quality. Install an Air Purifier: Consider high-efficiency particulate air (HEPA) purifi

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all these fic ideas sound so lovely! your mind <33

sorry if these have already been asked about but i would love to hear more about weightless and a weekend in the city

Thank you so much lovely! My mind has been a bit of a scramble this year but I'm slowly piecing the bits back together.

I have a little bit to share for both of these!

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A Weekend in the City

(where Drarry move in together straight out of Hogwarts and spend the next 10 years pining, fighting, falling out, and falling in love)

“The accommodation comprises a lounge, separate kitchen, two double bedrooms, a bathroom, and—a private balcony, where we can—”

“—host our parties,” Harry said.

“Host our parties,” Draco intoned in a whisper, lips pulling up at one corner, his ankle shaking rhythmically beneath the table. “Location extremely convenient. Moments away from Barbican Underground station.”

The private balcony turned out to be no bigger than the flat’s pokey, narrow bathroom, and it was full of old, weather-worn furniture: a two-piece garden set, a barstool with a deep crack in the seat, a rickety clothes horse, and, bizarrely, what looked like a miniature Christmas tree, wrapped in dull silver tinsel. 

“Everything comes with the flat, obviously,” their estate agent said without looking up from her Filofax. She’d parked herself at the flat’s entryway on arrival, leaving them to wander the space freely, from the small lounge and adjoining galley kitchen to the stairs leading upstairs—floating cement steps, metal handrail adorned with tangled, plastic fairy lights. The floors were clean but old and worn, a yellowish wood that didn’t look warm or cold. There was furniture: chests of drawers, wardrobes, and wooden bed frames and mattresses in the bedrooms; a blue, two-seater pull-out sofa, an orange beanbag, a coffee table and set of boxy shelves in the living room. Upstairs, there wasn’t much difference in the size of the bedrooms, but Harry already had his eye on the smaller one. It looked cosier, with a square window and the boiler fitted into the build-in cupboard by the door. He suspected Draco would feel more at home across the landing, in the bedroom with the antique-looking desk and the view that looked down onto the estate’s shared gardens.

After ten minutes of pretending to know what they were doing—Harry inspected the vinyl-wrapped kitchen counters and the slightly cracked grey tiles underfoot with interest, Draco slid a hand over the boxy television set and twiddled the dial on the thermostat in the living room, nodding in satisfaction—they looked at each other, said “yes” out loud, and signed the contract on the spot. They filled out their Muggle bank account details on the estate agent’s forms and suddenly, they were five hundred pounds poorer and the proud new owners of a London tenancy agreement.

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Weightless

(a Dron Muggle surfer AU set in Cornwall)

The grubby little carpark outside of the Shore Protectors’ main office was the perfect location to have a smoke and a minor mental breakdown.

Ron could only see the first few letters of George’s poorly constructed text message, but he knew what he wanted, and quite frankly, he didn’t have the time or brain space to respond right away. He possibly didn’t have enough credit left, either.

He opened the text.

m8 I promised id take ang out l8er bt no £

Ron quickly sucked the last drag of his rollie and tossed it into the metal ashtray bolted to the brick wall at the industrial estate’s entrance. The units curved in an L-shape around the edge of the carpark: a carpet and blind manufacturer, an accountancy firm, a real estate agent, a family and divorce lawyer, a laundry services firm, a catering services company, and, finally, Shore Protectors CIC, Cornwall’s beach cleaning charity. They’d only been in the estate for a few years; before then, the entire operation had been run out of founder Oliver’s university digs. The office itself wasn’t much of a step up, but at least they had an industrial photocopier.

Ron looked down at his phone, rubbing his thumb across the screen. He had enough credit for one more text message. He was miles from the nearest newsagents. What if Hermione texted? What if his mum needed him urgently? 

He sighed roughly. George was the only person he knew who ever needed him urgently.

just come 2 the beach tonight. every1is coming. we have drink n stuff. g2g starting wrk

After this, he would go to the newsagents, get a new scratch card of phone credit, and—well. He could check his bank account later, maybe. The last fiver in his wallet was going towards lunch and a couple of bottles of cider for tonight. 

Ron shoved his phone into his back pocket and pushed the office door open, stepping onto the worn blue carpet. The radio was on. Oliver was at his desk at the back of the room, surrounded by placards and rolled-up posters they took with them to fundraising events. Lee stood by the tiny kitchenette, kettle in one hand, mug in the other. He lifted the latter in greeting.

“Wotcher, Ronald.”

“Alright?” Ron crossed the room, nodding at the blond stranger sat in the single plastic chair propped next to the photocopier. Above his head, a poster of a sea turtle in sunglasses. Turtley awesome!

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Energy Effectiveness Matters: How Correct Air Conditioning Service Can Conserve You Cash

Introduction

In today's world, where energy expenses are ever-increasing, making sure that your cooling system runs effectively is more crucial than ever. Correct a/c service not only extends the life expectancy of your system however also significantly minimizes energy expenses. Energy effectiveness matters, and comprehending how to preserve your HVAC system can cause substantial savings. Throughout this short article, we'll check out the value of regular air conditioner upkeep, discuss typical a/c issues that arise without appropriate care, and look into how you can maximize your https://g.page/r/CaQaVmfOlArYEBM/ energy performance.

Energy Performance Matters: How Appropriate Air Conditioning Service Can Save You Money

The Significance of Energy Efficiency

Why Needs to You Care About Energy Efficiency?

Energy performance isn't simply a buzzword; it's a need in today's economy. By using energy-efficient systems, you can substantially decrease your monthly utility expenses while decreasing your carbon footprint. Research studies have actually shown that homes can conserve numerous dollars annually by optimizing their a/c systems.

Sustainability: Lower energy usage directly translates to reduced greenhouse gas emissions. Cost Savings: Effective home appliances take in less electricity, leading to lower bills. Enhanced Comfort: An efficient HVAC system preserves constant temperatures throughout your home. Understanding Your Air Conditioning System

What Makes Up an Air Conditioning Unit?

To appreciate how proper a/c service conserves you cash, it's vital initially to understand the components of an air conditioning unit. Here's a breakdown:

Compressor: Circulates refrigerant through the system. Condenser Coils: Release heat from the refrigerant to the outside air. Evaporator Coils: Absorb heat from inside the house. Expansion Valve: Manages refrigerant flow. Air Handler/Fan: Disperses cooled air throughout your home. Common HVAC Issues That Cause Inefficiency

What Are Some Signs of a Malfunctioning AC?

Many homeowners ignore alerting signs until it's far too late. Here are some typical indications that recommend you might need air conditioning repair:

Inconsistent cooling Unusual sounds (hissing or banging) Increased energy bills Moisture around the unit Strange odors

Ignoring these symptoms might lead to expensive repair work or complete system failure.

Benefits of Regular air conditioning Maintenance Preventive Procedures Save Money

Regular upkeep can prevent minor concerns from intensifying into major issues requiring pricey repairs or replacements.

What Does Routine Maintenance Include? Changing Filters Cleaning Coils Inspecting Ductwork Checking Refrigerant Levels Testing Thermostat Settings

By investing in routine upkeep, you're essentially protecting yourself versus unanticipated repair costs.

Cost Ramifications of Neglecting Your A/c System

How Much Can Poor Upkeep Expense You?

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They pulled off in search of lodging and secured a small cabin via Airbnb when it became painfully obvious they weren't able to avoid the blizzard. Snow went from gingerly dancing down the darkened sky to an almost complete whiteout when the wind finally picked up. They just crossed the northern state line into upstate New York hoping to make it to Jay's to celebrate Christmas.

Frustration and guilt ate away at Boden knowing if they'd kept Beth's schedule instead of his sidequest they would've made it in time.

On a prayer that there was an actual road beneath the tires, he pulled into a long drive as tall pines ushered them forward. Finally, headlights caught the small cabin, in which they'd be waiting out the storm. Cutting the engine he looked over his friend and sighed as heaviness weighed his already low timbre, "I'm so sorry. I really thought we'd make it."

They took time to bundle up and grab the bags before heading into the domicile for the night. The cabin was like a time capsule all wood and flannel with a strong scent of cedar hanging in the air. A cream and aqua fridge and stove set were off in the corner and a large hearth fireplace was in the main sitting room. The cabin itself was set up like a loft with the only bathroom closed in.

Dropping the bags Boden found the thermostat and turned on the heat before being distracted by a tiny vintage Christmas tree sitting on an end table. Inspecting it briefly before he plugged it in. It produced a soft illumination but it was surely a sweet little tree. Lost only for a moment in thought before he announced, "It said there's wood outback. It would be a shame to let that fireplace go to waste. I'll get a fire going."

Boden stomped the snow from his boots and reentered with as much wood as he could hold and went to work building a fire.

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Common Oven Problems and Troubleshooting Tips

Owning an oven is essential for preparing delicious meals, but like any appliance, it can sometimes encounter issues. Understanding common oven problems and how to troubleshoot them can save time, money, and frustration. Below are some frequent oven issues and practical solutions to help you get your appliance back in working order. And remember, Appliance Doctor Inc. specializes in repairing ovens of any model, ensuring your kitchen runs smoothly again.

1. Why Does My Oven Have No Power?

If your oven is completely unresponsive, it may not be receiving power. Here’s what to check:

Check the power source: Ensure the oven is plugged in securely. Look for a tripped breaker or blown fuse in your home’s electrical panel.

Inspect the outlet: Test the outlet with another appliance to verify it is functioning.

Faulty cord or wiring: If the cord or internal wiring is damaged, it’s best to contact a professional technician to avoid electrical hazards.

2. Why Does My Oven Have Unstable Temperature?

When your oven’s temperature fluctuates, it can ruin your recipes. Here’s how to troubleshoot:

Check the oven thermometer: Sometimes, the built-in temperature sensor might need recalibration. Compare the oven’s set temperature to an external oven thermometer.

Inspect the temperature sensor: Ensure the sensor is not touching the oven’s interior walls, as this can cause inaccurate readings. If faulty, it may need to be replaced.

Examine the heating elements: Look for visible damage or wear on the baking or broiling elements. Replace them if necessary.

Calibrate the oven: Refer to your user manual to recalibrate the temperature settings if needed.

3. Why Does My Oven Light Not Work?

A non-functioning oven light can make monitoring your cooking difficult. To fix this:

Replace the bulb: Most oven light issues are due to a burned-out bulb. Make sure to replace it with a bulb compatible with your oven.

Inspect the light socket: If replacing the bulb doesn’t work, the socket may be damaged and require replacement.

Check the door switch: Some ovens disable the light if the door switch is broken. Replace the switch if needed.

4. Why Won’t My Oven Heat?

An oven that doesn’t heat is a major inconvenience. Here’s how to address it:

Check the heating elements: For electric ovens, inspect the bake and broil elements for visible damage. For gas ovens, ensure the igniter is glowing and the gas supply is uninterrupted.

Test the thermostat: A malfunctioning thermostat may fail to signal the heating elements to activate.

Inspect the igniter: In gas ovens, a faulty igniter can prevent the oven from heating. Replacing it often solves the problem.

Check the control board: If the heating elements and thermostat are functioning, the issue may lie with the control board.

5. Why Is My Oven Door Open and in the Locked Position?

An oven door stuck in the open and locked position is frustrating. To resolve this:

Perform a power reset: Turn off the oven at the circuit breaker for a few minutes, then turn it back on. This may reset the locking mechanism.

Engage the self-clean function: Sometimes, initiating and canceling a self-clean cycle can reset the door lock.

Inspect the door latch: The latch may be obstructed by debris or damaged. Clean the area and test the latch mechanism.

Check the control board: If the heating elements and thermostat are functioning, the issue may lie with the control board.

6. How Do I Set My Oven to Self-Clean?

Setting your oven to self-clean simplifies cleaning but should be done cautiously:

Read the manual: Always refer to your oven’s manual for specific instructions and safety tips.

Prepare the oven: Remove racks and excess debris to avoid smoke and potential damage.

Activate self-clean mode: Press the self-clean button, then select the cleaning duration (typically 2–4 hours). The door will lock automatically for safety.

Allow cooling time: Once the cycle is complete, wait for the oven to cool before wiping away the remaining ash with a damp cloth.

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Contact us today for professional oven repair and experience exceptional customer care you can trust!

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Why Air Conditioner Installation Austin TX is More Important Than Ever

When summer temperatures in Austin soar well into the 90s and beyond, there’s nothing more important than a reliable and efficient air conditioning system. Whether you're building a new home, replacing an outdated unit, or upgrading to a more energy-efficient system, AC installation in Austin, TX is a smart investment that will keep you cool and comfortable all year round.

But where do you start? With so many options available, choosing the right air conditioner—and the right installer—can feel overwhelming. This guide will walk you through everything you need to know about air conditioning installation in Austin, TX, from selecting the best unit for your home to understanding the installation process.

The climate in Austin is hot, humid, and unforgiving. During peak summer months, a malfunctioning or inefficient AC can lead to discomfort, higher energy bills, and even health risks. That’s why timely and professional AC installation in Austin, TX is more than just a convenience—it’s a necessity.

When you install a modern air conditioning system, you benefit from:

Lower energy bills thanks to improved efficiency

Better indoor air quality

Quiet, consistent performance

Advanced smart features and thermostat integration

Choosing the Right System

Not all air conditioning units are created equal. The best system for your home depends on several factors, including your square footage, insulation, budget, and energy efficiency goals. In Austin, the most common systems include:

Central Air Conditioning: Best for larger homes and consistent whole-house cooling.

Ductless Mini-Splits: Ideal for smaller homes, apartments, or additions where ductwork isn't practical.

Heat Pumps: A two-in-one solution offering both heating and cooling, great for Austin’s moderate winters.

A professional installer will conduct a load calculation to determine the optimal size and capacity for your system—an essential step that ensures peak performance and efficiency.

What to Expect During Installation

Hiring a licensed professional for your Air Conditioner Installation in Austin, TX ensures a smooth and hassle-free experience. The typical process includes:

Pre-Installation Assessment: A thorough inspection to assess your home’s layout, insulation, and existing ductwork.

Unit Selection & Placement: Recommendations tailored to your needs and preferences.

Installation Day: Setup, connection to the ductwork and electrical system, and a full system test.

Post-Installation Guidance: Walkthrough of system operation, thermostat settings, and maintenance tips.

Professional technicians will also ensure your new unit complies with local codes and environmental regulations.

Don’t Sweat It—Call the Pros

When it comes to AC installation in Austin, TX, you want a trusted partner who understands the unique climate and your comfort needs. Look for HVAC companies with solid reviews, proper licensing, and a strong track record in the community.

The right team will help you choose the perfect unit, install it correctly the first time, and offer ongoing support to keep your system running smoothly for years to come.

Final Thoughts

Don’t let the Texas heat take a toll on your comfort and wallet. Whether you’re upgrading or installing a brand-new system, professional air conditioning installation in Austin, TX will ensure your home stays cool, energy-efficient, and ready for whatever the weather brings.

Ready to take the next step? Contact a trusted HVAC provider today for expert Air Conditioner Installation in Austin, TX and get the cool relief you deserve.

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mula moon with anuradha ascendent. I recently lived with two tropical Scorpio moons one with a Scorpio rising that i know was a Kristina sun Swati moon & Vishakha ascendant. The other was a tropical Leo ascendant. They were filthy nasty roomates. And I was the only one that was clean. I would confront them about it over and over again. It got to the point that bugs were in the apartment so I had to contact the building manager with pictures of the apartment. They were friends before I met them and they both got together and lied saying that the mess was all me. Our room was to be inspected and thankfully because it was done at random and they didn’t clean their rooms, the building manager saw they weren’t clean. One of them had severe mental health issues and depression and bipolar disorder and the other was very insecure and had major beef with her mother, she was also very messy ( as in always in drama) & very nonconfrontational. Both were having issues finding employment. After this whole situation happened there were multiple fights. they were both talking about me and saying lies about me. One of them kept going back and forth with me over the thermostat turning it up to 75 on the hottest day of the year. As a Mula moon I am known to finish fights lol, but I found that I wasn’t being myself in this situation and decided to walk away and pretend I didn’t hear them yelling ab me to each other. That has never happened to me. I noticed the building manager asking her to meditate and for some reason she thought it was a police matter and wrongfully charged one of them. Months later I’m returning home because I can’t find work, I’m struggling with mental health and depression for the first time in my life. My mother and I are beefing like when I was 13. And even tho I’m typically pristine clean, I’m not picking up after myself. I am also someone that has always been sure of themselves and very confident and never in my life have I been insecure or unsure of my future. I’ve always known my life was for a higher purpose and my very spiritual family has always told me I would be recognized or famous. I’m supposed to be applying to a doctorate program but have been procrastinating tasks. I have been dwelling and thinking about this issue non stop.It wasn’t until I came across your posts on destiny swapping that I put two and two together. How do I stop dwelling on this issue and these people and are there steps to reverse destiny swapping.

That's so freaking messed up lord , the very first steps will be to get up and force yourself to do the cleaning I know other things are hard to set up but start small , if we're gonna do this it will take some mental energy and force , you have to get into the mindset that it is your destiny and that no force trying to pry on that shall prosper . Start working against the imposed destiny you need mental confidence everyday affirmations, writing positive beliefs etc , start small but steady .

Next if you know a someone ask them to help you do an aura cleanse Alternatively do a cord cutting ritual , watch reiki online which can help you let go of their nasty ass energy that has been imposed on you . Naturally you will start vibrating high again.

Start affirming in the morning and before sleep :

" I call my own energy from wherever it has leaked to and give out energy that doesn't belong to me back to the owner "

And last but not the least

Prayy !!!!!

Your gods , guides , angels , earth to whatever you believe in. Take care 🫶

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PROFESSIONAL AIR CONDITIONER INSTALLATION AND REPAIR GUIDE

Air Conditioner Installation

Proper air conditioner installation optimizes performance, increases durability, and ensures efficient cooling. Below is a concise and professional guide:

Pre-Installation Preparation

Assess cooling needs and room size.

Select an air conditioner with suitable capacity.

Determine the locations for the indoor and outdoor units.

Tools and Equipment

Air conditioner, copper pipes, insulation materials, mounting brackets, electrical wires, and control panel.

Ensure all equipment meets safety and quality standards.

Installation Process

Installing the Indoor Unit: Securely mount it to ensure even airflow distribution.

Installing the Outdoor Unit: Place it in a well-ventilated area for effective heat dissipation.

Piping and Wiring: Connect refrigerant pipes, insulate properly, and check the electrical system.

Refrigerant Charging and Leak Testing: Vacuum the system, test for leaks, and charge with the required refrigerant.

Testing and Handover

Run a test to check cooling performance and electrical connections.

Adjust settings for optimal efficiency.

Provide user instructions and maintenance guidelines.

Air Conditioner Repair

Common air conditioner issues and how to fix them:

Not Cooling Properly: Check and clean air filters, ensure refrigerant levels are adequate, and inspect the thermostat settings.

Leaking Water: Clear the drainage pipe, check for clogs, and ensure the unit is level.

Strange Noises: Tighten loose parts, clean the fan blades, and check for debris in the unit.

Unit Not Turning On: Inspect power connections, reset the circuit breaker, and check the thermostat battery.

Bad Odor: Clean the filters, evaporator coil, and drain pan to prevent mold buildup.

Maintenance Tips:

Clean air filters and indoor unit regularly.

Check refrigerant levels and electrical connections.

Schedule regular maintenance to maintain peak performance.

Proper air conditioner installation and timely repairs enhance comfort, efficiency, and equipment lifespan.

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 給湯器交換・修理ガイド | ガス給湯器の値段から水漏れ対策、風呂の使い方まで | ベスト給湯器ナビ

Water heaters are essential for daily comfort, whether it's for a relaxing bath or simple household chores. However, when they malfunction or age, it's crucial to understand your options for replacement and repair. This guide covers everything from water heater prices to leak prevention and how to navigate the best choices for your home. 給湯器交換・修理ガイド | ガス給湯器の値段から水漏れ対策、風呂の使い方まで | ベスト給湯器ナビ

When to Replace Your Water Heater

給湯器交換, Water heaters typically last 10 to 15 years depending on the type and maintenance. Consider replacement if you notice the following signs:

Inconsistent Water Temperature: Fluctuating hot water is a common sign of an aging heater.

Strange Noises: Popping or rumbling sounds indicate sediment buildup inside the tank.

Rusty Water: Corrosion inside the tank can lead to rust-colored water.

Water Leaks: Any visible leaks around the heater are a clear sign that replacement might be necessary.

Types of Water Heaters and Their Costs

Choosing the right water heater depends on your household needs and budget. Here’s a breakdown of popular options:

Gas Water Heaters:

Efficient and quick heating.

Average replacement cost: JPY 100,000 to 250,000, depending on size and brand.

Regular maintenance prevents gas leaks and ensures safe operation.

Electric Water Heaters:

Easier installation but higher running costs.

Replacement cost: JPY 80,000 to 200,000.

Ideal for smaller households.

Tankless (On-Demand) Water Heaters:

Provide hot water only when needed, saving energy.

Installation cost: JPY 150,000 to 400,000.

Longer lifespan and compact design.

Solar Water Heaters:

Eco-friendly but higher upfront costs.

Installation cost: JPY 300,000 to 800,000, with long-term savings on energy bills.

Water Leak Prevention Tips

Preventing leaks extends the life of your water heater and protects your home from damage. Follow these tips:

Regular Inspections: Check for moisture around the tank and connections monthly.

Flush the Tank: Remove sediment buildup by flushing the tank every 6 to 12 months.

Replace Anode Rods: These rods prevent corrosion inside the tank and should be replaced every 3 to 5 years.

Install a Leak Detector: Smart water sensors alert you to leaks before significant damage occurs.

How to Use the Bath Efficiently with Your Water Heater

To enjoy a relaxing bath without overworking your water heater:

Set the Right Temperature: Keep your water heater at 120°F (49°C) for safety and efficiency.

Use a Timer: Limit bath time to conserve hot water and energy.

Insulate Hot Water Pipes: This reduces heat loss, ensuring hot water reaches your bath faster.

Repair vs. Replacement: Which Should You Choose?

Deciding whether to repair or replace depends on the issue and the water heater’s age:

Repair: If the unit is under 10 years old and the issue is minor (such as a faulty thermostat or heating element), repair is often the best choice.

Replace: If the heater is over 10 years old, has multiple issues, or the repair cost exceeds 50% of the replacement cost, opting for a new unit is more economical.

Final Thoughts

Regular maintenance, timely repairs, and knowing when to replace your water heater can save you money and ensure a consistent hot water supply. Whether you’re looking for gas, electric, or tankless options, understanding the costs, leak prevention tips, and efficient usage practices will help you make an informed decision.

For expert recommendations and the latest updates on water heater services, visit https://best-kyutoki.com/blog/.

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connection: (step) relative, c.ult or religious leader, dom, or other that would have access to her in this way ([big] age gap + taboo encouraged), please specify in post or tags

premise: morning inspection, could be the first time she's "failed" and they're taking the next step or not but please specify (inspo and dirty deg.radation vibes please) (some possible additional ideas here and here)

muse: marsaili "sulli" craft (21-25 / bisexual / submissive) ܓ let me know if you prefer one of her alt fcs

old school nightgown rucked up high on her chest, nervous hands holding it there so that her naked breasts and white cotton panties were visible and accessible; brown eyes downcast, to show respect and to see what they were seeing as they told her; box of black latex gloves ominously placed on her nightstand, as if to always remind her of how dirty she was to them; thermostat purposefully set low, so that her bared nipples would instantly harden in the cool air. every morning for the last month was the same and yet it never seemed to get less embarrassing. today was worse than most though, because sulli knew without looking that she would fail the inspection, that there was the tiniest of wet spots on her underwear that morning. she couldn't help it, she'd had that dream, urged on by their goodnight words to her the evening before, but she knew that it wouldn't matter.

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"AC Maintenance Tips for Homes and Businesses in Saudi Arabia’s Harsh Climate"

Air conditioning systems are vital for both homes and businesses in Saudi Arabia, where temperatures often soar to extreme levels. Ensuring that your AC unit functions at its best is essential not only for comfort but also for maintaining efficiency and reducing energy costs. Proper maintenance can prevent unexpected breakdowns during the hottest months, while also prolonging the lifespan of your system.

To maintain an efficient and reliable cooling system, many property owners opt for professional AC maintenance services to ensure their air conditioning units stay in top condition. Regular maintenance services can help identify potential issues before they escalate, avoiding costly repairs or the need for a full replacement.

1. Regular Filter Cleaning and Replacement

One of the simplest yet most effective maintenance tasks for any air conditioning system is regular filter cleaning or replacement. In Saudi Arabia’s dusty environment, filters can quickly become clogged with dust and debris, making the system work harder and reducing efficiency. Dirty filters restrict airflow, which not only increases energy usage but also decreases the unit's ability to cool properly. For both homes and businesses, it is recommended to clean or replace filters every one to three months, depending on the frequency of use.

2. Inspect and Clean Condenser Coils

The outdoor unit of your air conditioning system contains condenser coils that are responsible for releasing the heat absorbed from the indoor air. These coils are exposed to the elements, and in a harsh climate like Saudi Arabia, dust, dirt, and debris can easily accumulate. When the coils are dirty, the system's ability to dissipate heat is compromised, leading to reduced cooling performance and higher energy consumption. Regular cleaning of the condenser coils helps ensure optimal performance and efficiency.

3. Check Refrigerant Levels

For your AC system to cool effectively, it needs the correct amount of refrigerant. Low refrigerant levels can lead to inadequate cooling, causing the system to run longer and work harder. Over time, this can increase wear and tear on the unit and even lead to system failure. It’s important to have a professional check refrigerant levels during routine maintenance and top off as necessary to keep your system running smoothly.

4. Inspect Ductwork for Leaks

Leaky ductwork can significantly affect the efficiency of your air conditioning system, as cool air escapes before it reaches its intended destination. For businesses and larger properties, this can result in uneven cooling, higher energy bills, and an overworked AC unit. Regularly inspecting ductwork for leaks or gaps and sealing them as needed will help ensure that your air conditioning system is delivering cooled air efficiently.

5. Schedule Professional Maintenance

In Saudi Arabia’s extreme climate, scheduling professional AC maintenance at least twice a year is highly recommended. Professional technicians have the knowledge and tools to thoroughly inspect your system, clean essential components, and identify potential problems before they escalate. Businesses, in particular, can benefit from having a comprehensive maintenance plan to avoid costly downtime due to AC failure.

Whether you own a small home or manage a large commercial facility, regular AC rental service and maintenance are crucial for ensuring the longevity and efficiency of your cooling systems.

6. Optimize Thermostat Settings

Maintaining an optimal temperature setting on your thermostat can greatly impact energy usage and overall system performance. In Saudi Arabia, where temperatures can reach extreme highs, setting your thermostat just a few degrees higher can significantly reduce the strain on your AC unit. Additionally, programmable thermostats allow you to set different temperatures based on your schedule, which can help save energy when cooling is not needed.

7. Keep the Area Around the Outdoor Unit Clear

The outdoor unit of your air conditioner needs adequate airflow to function properly. Debris such as leaves, dirt, and plants can obstruct the airflow, causing the unit to work harder and reducing its efficiency. Regularly check and clear any debris from around the outdoor unit, and make sure that there is at least two feet of clearance on all sides to promote optimal airflow.

8. Ensure Proper Ventilation

Ventilation plays a crucial role in the effectiveness of your AC system, particularly in business settings where large numbers of people and equipment generate heat. Poor ventilation can increase humidity levels, making it harder for your air conditioner to cool the space. Make sure that vents and return air registers are not blocked by furniture or other obstructions, and consider using ceiling fans to help distribute cool air more evenly throughout the space.

Conclusion

Maintaining your air conditioning system is essential in Saudi Arabia’s harsh climate, where efficient cooling is a necessity rather than a luxury. By following these AC maintenance tips, you can ensure that your system operates efficiently, keeps energy costs under control, and provides reliable cooling when you need it most.

Investing in regular AC maintenance service is key to extending the life of your system and avoiding the discomfort and expense of unexpected breakdowns. Whether for a home or business, proper maintenance is a proactive step toward achieving consistent and cost-effective cooling year-round.