#sebastian needs a hug

[speedysart]

Day 30 Catacombs

Sebastian looked down on to his right hand as if he could see something invisible so clearly. Terzia frowned as the warm candlelight gave enough light to see the deep darkness in his eyes… his soul.

“I have… also nightmares. About the catacombs and what.. happened there. Every time I close my eyes I’m back there- forced to watch- doing this mistake over and over again,” Sebastian said, his voice cracking. “The guilt is eating me alive. I lost everything and its all my fault-“

Terzia didnt let him finish the sentence and pulled him into an embrace, similar to what he done to her once before. “You still have me and Ominis…”

[xxrubens-liliumxx]

No Strings Attached - Chapter One

Well, went and got so obsessed with Pressure and Sebastian that I've gone and started writing my own fanfic! This will be an OCxCanon story - because I'm trash - with some mature and explicit themes, as well as some smut/spice. Along with those I plan to add in some of the classic tropes: like angst, hurt/comfort - maybe some 'he falls first' but who knows - and fluff. I will try and add every chapter update onto Tumblr if I remember, but if people really like this, I'll provide an Ao3 link which will serve as the story's home base. I hope you guys enjoy the first chapter! (THIS IS ALSO AN +18 STORY AND ACCOUNT. MDNI) Summary: It's been half a year since Hadel Blacksite has gone on lockdown.

Urbanshade sends in one last EXR-P team into Hadal Blacksite to retrieve their Crystal. Naturally, they die at the hands of the monsters inside that hellish place...all except for one.

Riley Park, a woman who has barely said a word since her sentencing, is somehow the last survivor trapped inside the facility. Desperate for the pardon promised to her by Urbanshade, she's determined to survive and win her freedom.

Sebastian Solace won't stop at nothing until he's brought Urbanshade down. At least, that's what he thought, until he comes across an Expendable who's different from all the ones before her. Finding himself allured to her, he decides to make her a temporary offer he hopes she won't refuse.

In a place where death is around every corner, what shame is there in engaging in a little thrill to feel alive for a while? Chapter One

“EMERGENCY!...EMERGENCY!...EMERGENCY!”

The security alarm rang from above - had been ringing for God knew how many minutes. Then, like clockwork, the pre-recorded voice followed:

“Please, evacuate to the nearest escape pod or to the nearest docking station. This is not a drill. Repeat: This is not a drill.”

The docking station was bathed in red.

Crawling on the floor, gripping a hand to his bleeding face, was Doctor Liam Hayes. A man in his late forties, pale skin, gaunt complexion and long wavy blonde hair that was usually kept in a ponytail. The white sleeve of his lab coat was stained with his own blood, which streamed down his wrist and his forearm in crimson rivulets.

Using his other hand, he crawled towards the awaiting submarine, unaware that he was leaving a smeared trail of blood in his wake. The door was wide open, the inside completely vacant. All he needed to do was get there.

At least he hoped it was the submarine he was looking at. His left eye was virtually gone, and blood had gotten into his right one, making his impaired vision blotchy.

He couldn’t hold back his whimpers of pain. Even moving across the ground hurt. The skin on the left side of his face felt like it was on fire from the gash wound. But Hayes willed himself to move fast, desperate to get to the submarine.

His very life depended on it.

A shadow fell over Hayes. A large one.

Sensing it, Hayes began to crawl faster, completely terrified. He muttered into the air:

“Have to...get...away-!”

He shrieked when something harshly grabbed him by the back of his lab coat, picking him off the ground and shoving him onto his back as roughly as possible. The rough movement sent a shock of pain through Hayes’ wound, making him cry out again.

He still had enough strength to keep his hand clutched to his face, feeling even more blood seeping from between his fingers.

When Hayes opened his only eye, all he saw was a massive figure bathed in red before him. And though he couldn’t properly make out his face, Hayes knew he was looking down at him. Just as he knew one of Z-13's hands was covered in his blood. He'd just stepped into the docking station when the beast struck, those sharp claws cut right through the skin on the left side of Hayes' face. 

Three ice-blue eyes glowed brightly from the silhouette of Z-13. They pierced right into his core, clutching his fast-beating heart with a fear Liam Hayes had never felt before.

“What’s the matter, Doctor?” Said Z-13. His voice was cold, but there was a twinge of mockery in his words. “You used to be so happy to see me." He chuckled then. "Though I guess you won't be seeing very much anymore.”

Hayes once again tried to crawl away, panic beginning to take over him. He moved only a few inches before a long and scaly serpent tail coiled around his waist. It squeezed him tightly before promptly slamming him back down on the ground.

Feeling the air being squeezed from him, Hayes coughed. Blood sputtered from his lips with every other word. “Z-Z…Z-13! Please, you must-must understand…!” he breathed, his lungs screaming in pain with every breath. “What-What I did…it wasn’t-wasn’t…out of malice!”

He cried out when Z-13 squeezed his tail just a little more. Hayes could have sworn he felt something beginning to crack.

“Careful now, Doctor Hayes.” He warned, his voice growing darker. “Lying to me isn’t in your best interest right now.”

Painfully, Hayes wheezed out. “I’ve NEVER lied to you, Z-13!”

As if in retaliation, Z-13 squeezed him again. This time Hayes not only heard something crack, but felt it. He cried out so loudly he thought his voice box would give out. Tears welled up in his right eye and he tried - even if pointlessly - to push the monster’s tail off him with both hands.

All he did was smear blood on Z-13’s dark gray scales.

He could just hear him speaking over the ringing in his ears.

“Bold thing of you to say when all you've done is lie." Z-13 said. Malice dripped like venom from his lips. "You, your fellow scientists and your superiors. I wish I could say I was surprised when I found out that the whole reason I even got that poor excuse of a 'promotion' was because my mutations were irreversible at that point. Little something you failed to mention to me, just before I was taken out of your care."

Hayes scowled at him as much as he could through the pain, one of his canines bearing into his bottom lip so hard he could taste his own blood on his tongue. "So, that's what all of this is about?" he growled, his voice hoarse from his scream.

He knew Z-13 could be bloodthirsty, but he never would have suspected him to be capable of such chaos. To cause an entire facility lockdown over a blessing Hayes had given him? 

"Oh, spare me the shock, Doctor." Z-13 retorted. "Even you're smart enough to know there's a lot more to all this. From what I've gathered from a few of my new friends, you, your associates and your superiors had this coming for a long time. I'm simply the hand that spun the wheel in motion." 

Hayes' scowl intensified at Z-13. He wished the beast still had that shock collar around his neck. Hayes would have dialed that device right up to a high number and watched him writhe in pain on the ground until he begged for mercy. A mercy Hayes would delay and delay, until he was certain Z-13 remembered not to bite the hand that fed him. 

He didn't hold back another throaty snarl at him. "I told them taking you out of my custody was a bad - AUGH!" his words were cut short when Z-13's tail tightened yet again.  

His cry of pain was ignored as Z-13 began to speak. “Naked truth, Doc? I’ve thought of a hundred different ways of killing you. Maybe even thousands. I mean, all I had time to do over the years in your care was to think. And let me tell you, each idea was more gruesome than the last. But, after some more recent thought, I've decided that the simplest route is the best. That being -”

Hayes’ screaming was silenced when he felt a warm hand grasp him by the throat. A hand that was so large that he felt the tips of Z-13’s bloody claws scrape against the back of his neck. 

" - Choking the very life from you with my bare hands."

Keeping his throat tight as he could, Hayes started to struggle. He tried to force Z-13's hand off, yet all he could manage was tightly grasping his wrist. When he felt him beginning to squeeze around his windpipe, Hayes tried again, this time trying to pry off those sharp claws. But his efforts were only met with a chuckle of sheer amusement. 

"Come on, Doctor. I've been dreaming of this moment for years now. The least you could do is try and put up a better fight."     

He met those glowing eyes again. He took in a handful of deep breaths, ignoring the pain they caused him, so he could choke out. "Killing me...won't make you human again." 

A pause followed. A very long one. Hayes was expecting to die getting the last word. A blessing he never thought he'd get from Z-13.

Or so he thought.

The beast replied, sounding indifferent now. "No. It won't. But you know what, Doc?" then the bulb protruding from his head brightened enough for Hayes to see the wide, fang-filled grin on Z-13’s face. A face that was a perfect middle-ground between the man he once was and the many aquatic creatures Hayes had injected into his very DNA. "That won't make your death any less satisfying." 

[lordfries]

sad borky cover page WIP for a lil mini comic I'm making about him... it will be titled 'solace' :D

[whitedarkmoonflower]

"...it went poorly." // Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes // Thunderbolts* 2025

[theladyofshalott1989]

[bucky-obsessed]

I have alarmed myself over how much I'm squealing over Bucky in the new trailer

but I mean he looks happy!

[polly-sly]

Crybaby Sebby

[vroom-vrooms]

Should I… comment on how Mark… looks so big… compared to Seb… in this picture…???

I don’t think I should…

[truthsandpies]

Do you think Sebastian’s (implied) soft spot for p.AI.nter comes from him reminding him of his little brother

[cillianate]

ACHILLES, COME DOWN

robert reynolds x fem!oc

03. ESCAPE.

series masterlist

Nieve Parker is sick of this group already.

word count: 2.3k !

warnings: NOT EDITED, sappy bob and nieve, protective father figure / sassy john, john walker needs a hug, its my birthday!!

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"Doesn't sound like a shredder," said Yelena.

"Its an incinerator," Ava spoke when she finally recovered from the prior blast.

By now, both Bob and Nieve had recovered from the sound too. He looked at her with plain confusion. Not just because of their current situation, but because of the story Yelena had just told of Nieve's past.

Bob, at 18, lost his best friend with no explanation. He had always imagined that she passed away, or perhaps moved away in a spur of the moment. However, that story was the last thing he expected. Hydra? Experimentation? Was she like him? What kind of powers did she have?

All Nieve could do was give him a pitying look before mouthing 'later'. She then turned back to the group so that they could deduce a plan.

"We don't know that. It could be for when they come to pick me up," said John.

"You feel that? The temperature rising dramatically like heat could be involved?" Spoke Ava sarcastically, looking at Walker like he was the least intelligent man she'd ever met, which was probably true.

There was silence for a moment, before John concluded, "Well, it's an incinerator."

"Oh boy, thats no way to go," Bob said from behind Nieve. The cadence of his voice was so low in that moment that she felt it ripple down her neck and arms, sending her into the same condition of goosebumps she'd been in earlier.

"How would you like to die tonight, Bob?" John questioned, his anger and frustration holding up strongly in his voice.

"Alright, Ghost Lady-" Yelena addressed.

"Ava," the other woman corrected.

"Sure, whatever. We need to help you phase through these walls so you can open the door," the blonde suggested, evidently having a plan which hadn't quite been stated yet.

"She already tried that," said John, ever the smartass.

"I know she did, but we haven't tried shutting down the sound barrier," said Yelena, and suddenly it clicked for Nieve.

"If they built it just for her, there has to be an independent power source," she informed the group.

"Come on, let's go," Yelena muttered.

"What exactly are we looking for?" Bob question after separating from Nieve to try and aid the search.

"Less stupid questions, Bobby," teased Walker.

How dare he, Bob thought. He'd only ever been called that nickname by one person, Nieve, and he'd be damned if he let someone use it to demean him.

Nieve, in her wanderings of the vault, ended up behind a few crates and a filing cabinet, where she was met with a cradle of sorts. It was evident to her, though, that this was where Bob came from.

She didn't have much time to ponder this, though, as Yelena was shouting "I think I found it," from the other side of the room.

Quickly, Nieve was running to where Yelena stood, as was everyone else. Before the bleached blond woman could even think of disarming the system, Nieve was overriding it with her own Hydra-born energy, causing the system to spark and the room to go dark.

"That works," Ava said in astonishment at the power of the young woman.

"I hope," Nieve said.

And just like that, Ava was running out the door. Gone in the blink of an eye.

The four of them stood there. Yelena, John, Nieve, and Bob. They all stared, wide eyed at the door, waiting for the moment Ava would return to save them.

The timer continued to count down

0:07

0:06

0:05

0:04

0:03

Shit, they were screwed.

0:02

No, they weren't.

0:01

Ava was there, the door was almost entirely open, and each of them were running out of it.

Bob was subconsciously pushing Nieve in front of him and John was falling back, being the anchor behind all of them.

Before they knew it, the explosion of the chamber propelled them further and the harsh, jagged concrete of the hallways did nothing to cushion their landing.

Nieve hit her head on the floor, and all of the sudden it was dark outside.

The sky was lit with an orange tint. It was ripped straight down the middle.

A man in the sky. One she remembered as Stephen Strange. She remembered who he was, but she wasn't sure why he was there or what he was doing. Was he . . . closing the rift in the sky?

Nieve began to look around, she saw MJ, and Ned, two kids she knew from . . . well, somewhere.

And then there were three men.

They looked like men.

The only strange thing was, she couldn't quite make out any of their faces.

It was like someone had gone back through her memories and burnt their faces out.

She was not supposed to be here.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder.

She turned around only to be faced with

Bob?

She wasn't sure what this memory was, or who half of these people were, but she did know that Bob was not originally here.

But just like that, before she could even blink, she was back in the concrete hallway, surrounded by dust and rocks.

And Bob was there lying next to her, looking at her, confused.

She felt his finger twitch next to hers, and realized they'd been interlinked the whole time.

Is that why he had been in her dream? Did he cause that dream?

And the cradle.

Was that how he did that? Is that why Nieve could not find a single trace of Bob for nearly 6 years? Even after all of her grievous searches, and even recruiting help on several occasions from Bucky, Sam, and Joaquín.

And the worst realization of all: was he just like her? Had he been experimented on too, no doubt at the hands of Valentina? Had he truly felt so helpless to give himself away?

Why hadn't he looked for her?

All of these thoughts went flooding away as Bob took his finger away from hers, where he then stood up, and then reached his hand out to her.

"You okay?" he said, giving her his signature, worried dog eyes.

Breathlessly, Nieve affirmed Bob that she was alright, then looked him once over. Almost immediately, she took note of a red cut on his forehead, "Oh, Bobby. You've got a cut," she said, reaching forward to brush the surrounding area with her thumb.

"S'alright, I'll be fine," he said, giving a small, breathy chuckle to brush off the subject. Nieve didn't miss the way he reached up to cradle her arm.

With a small blush on her face, she turned around to find the rest of the team, also recovering from the fall.

"Hey, I didn't think you'd come back. Thanks," Walker said with a diplomatic smile, holding his hand up toward Ava in a gesture to help him up.

Ava walked right past him, ignoring his hand and only offering, "I had to. Someone cut the power to the elevator."

Nieve held back a laugh, and John, whose ego was now severelt damaged at the hands of Ava, turned his anger to someone else: Bob. The same Bob who had been muttering to himself for the last minute.

"Hey, Bobby, less talking to yourself and more . . . talking to us. Tell me how you got in here right god damn now," Walker said, his tone getting more angry and assertive as he went on.

Bob himself was wondering how the hell he's gotten in that vault too. Did it have something to do with Malaysia, the trial? It had to, because that was the last place he remembered being.

The only thing that he was sure of was that these people just saved his life, and this Valentina woman was evil.

"I swear, man, I just woke up in this place. One minute I was, you know, getting . . . my blood drawn for this medical study, and the next I'm here in my pajamas. I don't know what's going on," he confessed, sparing occasional glances toward Nieve to gauge her reaction.

"Well if you don't remember that, then tell us how you know Nieve," Walker said, still just as accusatory as earlier. He would get to the bottom of this, no matter what it took. Because, although he hated to admit it, he considered Nieve a friend of his, and ever since he learned her story, he liked to think he'd taken on a protective role in her life. Basically, if there was going to be some boy she hung out with, he was going to know about it.

And Bob . . . well, Bob was an anomaly to Walker. He seemed like a nice enough guy, but the fact that he didn't remember anything about how he got here? Well, that just ticked John off even more.

The fact was, this guy was much too passive for John's taste.

He stayed silent toward John's prior question, just trading a shy glance to Nieve. He'd leave that conversation up to her, if she so wished to have it.

"Okay, then show me where you woke up. Go on," he gestured, inviting Bob to present some reason why he should have John's trust.

"In there," Bob gestured shyly to the room on fire, and Nieve almost winced. She, of course, knew what John was doing in grilling Bob. She did, of course appreciate that John cared for her, she knew that came rare to him. But she wished he'd let up a little in the case of Bob.

"There? Where everything's on fire. That's really convenient!" John said, exasperated. Now, he was at his wits end with this guy.

"You don't remember anything? A bag over your head and a needle in your neck?" Ava said, mostly desiring to just get the situation over with, but also being a bit curious herself

Bob simply replied "no."

"Chokehold, nerve pinch?" Walker added, his frustration showing in his words

"No," Bob tirelessly argued.

"I think he's just a civilian," Yelena deduced. By this point, Nieve knew this was false, as did Bob. However, with what she'd previously figured out about her old friend . . . well, she figured it was probably better to stay quiet. Avoid getting him in further trouble.

"Well, he's not just a civilian if he knows Nieve so well. But if, even if he's a civilian, he knows too much. If he's an agent, he's useless. Either way, I say we throw him back into the fire.

Nieve was just about to but in and defend Bob's honor, but before she could-

"You said you're Captain America," Bob said in a full sentence for the first time that night.

"Why are you laughing?" John questioned, his ego bruised once again. He still held a demeaning and diplomatic smirk on his face, though.

Then, Bob said something that nobody but Nieve would have expected.

"Just because you're an asshole, you know," he joked with that same loopy smile Nieve once loved like it was breathing.

Somewhere mostly separate from the situation, she struggled to hide her laugh, and shared a look with Ava, before realizing that in front of her, John had walked Bob up backwards against the wall. The younger man was now suspended by the collar of his pajama shirt.

"Hey, wait, okay, okay, wait," Nieve said, walking up to John and grabbing the nape of his neck like an angry mother cat.

"We've swung our tiny dicks around, it was fun," Yelena said, walking up to the conflict. "Bob, you go with Nieve. John, come with me."

And so, Nieve led Bob away from the group and Yelena and Ava led John to the opposite end of the hallway, where she was sure they were scolding him like there was no tomorrow.

"Hey," Nieve said, hand still holding Bob's, though now she was facing him, looking right where his eyes would be had he not been staring at his feet.

"Hi," he responded shyly.

"You okay?" Questioned Nieve.

"Yeah, oh yeah no I alright, just, y'know," he said, stuttering more frequently than she ever remembered him having done.

"Look at me," Nieve said with a soft smile.

He did.

When their eyes met, it was like they were teens again.

Back on the bench seat of his truck.

Back in Sarasota for Spring Break.

Back when days smelled like cigarettes and nights smelled like love and warm bodies and soft confessions.

She greeted his soft cheek with her worn hand, her thumb stroking just below his eye.

She took a moment to analyze all the freckles and moles on his face. It'd been a decade now since she'd seen them last.

He did the same, his hand rested on her hip in a way so familiar to both of them.

He gazed at her eyes, they'd darkened since he last saw her, surely due to the endless wars he now knew she'd fought through.

Thanos, the Blip, and everything since then. She'd been there for all of that.

How could he have thought she'd just up and left him behind?

He knew her better than that.

"What do you do," He asked, "when it gets tough?"

"I push it down, like wayyyy down deep. Thats probably not very good for me, but hey," Nieve responded with a slight laugh.

Bob laughed at this too.

"I missed you," she said.

"I know," he affirmed, "I missed you too."

At first, when all these new friends had come to save him, he'd thought about maybe just staying behind.

But now? Now that he knew he lived in a world where Nieve still wanted to be around him, and hadn't left him of her own volition?

Well, that was a world he'd fight to stay in. Now, Bob was damn well sure he'd get himself out of here, and Nieve, too.

"Hey, whenever you two are done playing that whole 'new romantics' act, we found a way out."

happy birthday to me and peter dinklage!

thank you for reading "escape"!

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xoxo, court

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[starryixora]

Gilded- Bucky Barnes x Female! OC

"My whole life, I've tried to avoid fighting, but it always has a way of catching up to me. Maybe that's because it's what I've always been. A fighter" Andrea Rhayn has everything. A successful career at S.H.I.E.L.D- the most renowned intelligence agency in the world, thriving friendships with the Avengers, and a lavish D.C. penthouse in the center of the city with her best friend. But when she becomes entangled in Steve Rodger’s pursuit of the Winter Soldier, she’s faced with risking everything she’s worked so hard for. Will Andrea help the most ruthless assassin in the world seek peace, or continue to run from her own turmoil?

Gilded; covered or highlighted with gold or something appearing rich or luxurious but concealing something of little worth

PSA: there’s no trigger warnings or anything right now either! But it can get a little dark in the coming chapters

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Chapter 1: Promotions & Orders

Another S.H.I.E.L.D Victory: Captain America Stops Mercineries and Saves Hostages

Andrea’s eyes scan over the newsletter for the fourth time before she lets out a coarse laugh. Really? I’m the one who strategized the whole thing. Cap just followed my orders. She thought. Ever since being promoted to an Executive, Andrea’s noticed a trend in S.H.I.E.L.D: debriefing headlines don’t feature the real victors.

Andrea groans when her cell's ringtone goes off. She curses under her breath as she reluctantly taps the answer button from her bedside table.

“This is Rhayn,” Andrea answers plainly, wiping her palms across her face in an attempt to brush off her initial frustration.

“Andi! Where are you?!” Andrea’s shoulders relax at the familiar raspy voice blaring through her phone.

“Hey, Nat! I’m not in yet.”

Speaking of in, Andrea’s reminded that she should be getting up from bed. She turns over on her mattress and is met with the time- 9 AM.

“Crap,” Andrea whispers under her breath. Maybe her promotion is getting to her head-and sleep schedule.

“You’re not in?!? God, I thought you just got a pay raise, not a shift change.” Andrea scoffs dramatically at Natasha’s remark.

Along with Steve Rodgers, Natasha Romanoff was Andrea’s first friend when she got here, and the first to genuinely welcome her to S.H.I.E.L.D. Everyone else was too busy seeing her as an alien- although that’s not exactly far off from what she is. “No, I got both. I've actually been blessed with being the higher authority instead of taking orders from one. So I make my own schedule,” Andrea replies as she swings her feet off the side of her bed, already missing her soft duvet and silk pillow sheets.

“Something tells me that you’re not even out of bed, hun. Be here in 60 or I’m tattling to your boss!” Natasha hangs up abruptly as Andrea pads to her bathroom sink. She's left to her devices as she removes a mane of curly hair from under her bonnet. Andrea’s ringlets bounce to attention from under it, wildly sticking out from her head, disregarding her efforts to calm them the night before.

Yeah right, like she’ll be ready in less than an hour.

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As Andrea settles into her office at the Triskellion-S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters, she glances at the gold-plated plaque perched on her desk. Andrea Rhayn (Level 2): Special Operations Executive Coordinator. It’s just a stupid plaque, words don’t mean anything. Andrea thinks, drumming a pen against her chin. But it means everything to her. Shows her where she came from and where she’ll go- if they can stop mercenaries from hijacking cargo ships.

“How’d we do?” Andrea whips her head from her desk and her lips curve into a smile as she's met with friendly blue eyes.

“Well, if it isn’t Mr. America himself!” Steve Rodgers greets Andrea in a quick embrace.

“We almost didn’t pull it off.” He says, pulling away to make eye contact with her, his eyes glinting with their usual playful spark.

“Sure…” Andrea says flatly, rolling her eyes. “I saw your headline, Steve. I’m sure you were fine.”

“You know that's not true.” Steve objects, “You’re the brains behind every single mission. That headline is yours. We both know that, Andi.”

Andrea sighs, running a hand through the ponytail she slicked back earlier that morning. “Do you have a report for me? Where’s Nat?” She changes the subject, shoving her hands into the back pockets of her dress slacks as she sticks her head out of her office’s door frame, waiting for a scarlet-haired woman to appear.

“Nat’s meeting with Fury, giving more intel. Hostages are secured, and-”

“Good.” Andrea interrupts, “I expect nothing else. This is like breathing for you guys.”

“Yes ma’m.” Steve throws up a stiff salute, flashing a smile. “Well, I outta get out of here, Rumlow also needs a report.”

Andrea frowns. “Level 3 agents don’t have clearance for classified mission reports.” He’s lucky Fury even let him in on this one.

Steve shrugs. “So, should I give it to him? He seems pretty adamant”

“Yes. Just keep me updated if he asks for any more reports.” Andrea answers, walking Steve to her door.

Steve nods and retreats out of Andrea’s office, shutting the door behind him. What does Rumlow need with a report? Andrea asks herself, pacing across her room. Level 3 agents aren’t permitted to ask for reports. As suspicion rises inside of her, part of Andrea wants to let Fury know, but he’d just roll his eyes and ask her to deal with that “insolence” herself.

Rumlow isn’t exactly the nicest either. Most times, he ignores Andrea’s direct orders, often smirking in defiance. Oh, how Andrea wishes she could punch that smirk right off his face. And his posture. Rumlow struts around with nothing but arrogance, ego, and a little bit of sexism.

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“Rumlow’s a threat, but I’m sure you know that already.” Andrea states as she stands in front of Nick Fury’s desk, her 3-inch red bottoms clacking as she taps her foot impatiently.

“Then neutralize him,” Fury answers bluntly as he signs another mission report.

“I don’t neutralize. That’s not me.” Andrea quips, finally settling into the chair in front of Fury’s desk. Doing her best to bottle up her frustration and seal the lid. Tightly.

“I’m not asking you to kill him Rhayn. I’m just asking you to put him in his place.” Fury sets his pen down as he leans forward on his desk. “I can count the amount of people I trust on one hand. You’re one of them. Rumlow is not. I know something is going on, that’s why I want to put you in a position to investigate. The Helicarriers launch in less than a week, keep him out of our hair until then.”

“So you promoted me to keep an eye on your men?”

“That’s one reason, yes.”

Andrea sighs, crossing her arms. “I’m not one of your spies, you have Romanoff for that.”

“You’re not. You’re more to me than that. Listen, you’re practically sunshine and rainbows, and I know confrontation doesn’t come easy to you. But you can use that to your advantage-.”

“So you’re calling me timid then?” Andrea interrupts with a raised eyebrow, unconvinced by Fury’s statements.

“You're not like Steve or Natasha. They're direct. Defiant. Rumlow read your files, he knows your past. And because of that, he knows that you’ll follow my every word. He's looking for a weakness." Fury states.

“To do what?”

"Maybe knock you down a few pegs? He’s always wanted Level 2 but he’s given us no reason to give it to him. But I’m not sure, that’s what I need you to find out. You have forty eight hours." Fury picks up his pen and goes back to signing papers, a clear sign that Andrea's dismissed.

Andrea exhales in a heavy sigh, smoothing out her pant legs as she stands. “And if I’m compromised?”

“Neutralize him.”

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[bluejaysandblackbats]

Catch and Release

Fandom: DC Comics, Batfam

Summary: AU where Jason doesn’t die in the explosion and he and Tim end up attending the same high school months later.

Chapters: 19/?

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Sebastian Ives, Jack Drake, Janet Drake, Donna Troy

Relationships: TBA

Additional Tag: Jason Todd Lives, Jason Todd-centric, POV Jason Todd, POV First Person, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake Has Issues, Tim Drake is Not Robin, Jason Todd is Not Robin (Anymore), Bruce Wayne Needs a Hug, Alfred Pennyworth is the Best, Alfred Pennyworth Knows, Stalker Tim Drake, Jason Todd Has Chronic Pain, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending, Unlikely Friends, Injury Recovery, Emotional Baggage, Rage, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating

Chapter Nineteen: Fourth

For the next two months, Tim woke me up in the early parts of the morning to train. Bruce assumed that Tim took my physical therapy super seriously, so I let him believe that. I got out of bed every morning to run on the treadmill while Tim ran the drills that I gave him. Barbara stressed that I wouldn’t be as fast or as strong as I used to be, but I didn’t need to be. I just needed to be smarter than Bruce. 

Tim on the other hand learned fast, and he taught me a few things about myself. Sparring with him made me better. And it made Barbara suspicious. 

“How many months do we have left?” Tim asked. 

“October, Tim. And I think I’m gonna be late coming home from Barbara’s tonight,” I replied, “What are you gonna do while I’m gone? Go to Ives’ place?” 

“Um… No, I’m gonna go to the hospital and see Dad—.” 

I grabbed his arm. “Can you give him that box upstairs in my room? It’s from both of us,” I requested. 

“You want me to lie?” Tim asked. 

“Nope. I took ten dollars from your wallet for express shipping,” I half-joked. Tim playfully punched my shoulder. “I’ll buy lunch next week.” 

Tim stood in the gym with me, shifting his weight from left to right. “Did you need the money—?” Tim hugged me. It almost knocked me off balance, but I held firm. I figured he thought about his mom and needed something to hold onto for comfort. He didn’t talk about her, but I could tell it still hurt. I think that part of me was shut off. I didn’t grieve when I should’ve and now that part of my heart is missing. I keep trying to fill it with Tim’s grief but nothing can take up that space. I would’ve given anything to be able to cry for my moms or my dad. I could only cry for Tim, but it didn’t fix anything inside of me. I squeezed him tight, and he let go. 

“I might spend the night at the hospital,” Tim whispered. 

“Okay… If you don’t see me tonight, I’ll send you a text,” I replied. We didn’t have to talk about it. Besides, I had to shift my focus to a vigilante tagger foiling Cluemaster’s most recent heists… And I had a pretty good idea of where to find the culprit. I had to do it alone to prove to myself I could still do this. It had nothing to do with my plans. I just needed this as a confidence boost. 

**

After training with Barbara, I took a shower and headed straight for a suburban neighborhood in Gotham. I watched the house for almost an hour before watching a girl speed off on a motorbike. I couldn’t keep up with her on foot, but Tim had this crazy idea about me skating to compensate for my speed deficit. 

I thought it was stupid when he suggested it, but it was a huge improvement. I was right behind her until we got to a cluster of buildings. I watched her enter a building, and I took the old way up. I almost forgot how cold it was scaling buildings. The air whipped past, hurting my exposed wrists, but I kept at it. By the time I got up there, she was there with a brick. And the thing is, no matter how much the incident slowed me down, my hands were as fast as ever. I caught her wrist and squeezed until she dropped it. “I’m not here to fight. I think we’re a lot alike, Stephanie,” I stated. She moved in for a headbutt, but I was a little too tall for her, so it didn’t land quite right and she hit my chin. 

“Ouch! Jesus!” Stephanie winced as she clutched her forehead. She stumbled and landed on her butt, which gave me time to level with her. My chin hurt, but she didn’t have a lot of leverage on that headbutt. She really hurt herself more than she hurt me. 

I crouched in front of her. “Can I talk now?” I asked. 

“What do you want?” Stephanie questioned. 

“I wanna help you put your dad in jail… If that’s what you want. I just—. I need someone like you. Someone they’d underestimate, someone tough—. Can you take the mask off? I wanna make sure you’re not hurt too bad,” I requested. She sighed and took the mask off, and I checked her for signs of a concussion. 

Stephanie reached for my mask, and I flinched before letting her take it off. She took a good look at my face, and I got a good look at hers. “What do you need me for?” Stephanie asked. Her voice was serious as she watched my eyes. 

“I want to show my dad that I’m not broken… And you want to show your dad that you’re not like him. You’re the kind of person I’d trust with my life… But it’s not me that I want you to look after,” I whispered. Stephanie was the perfect person to look after Tim. I stared at the red mark my chin left on her forehead and frowned as I took an ice pack out of my belt. “Here.”

“Thanks… What are you asking me?” Stephanie replied. 

“Um… I want you to follow my brother on Halloween. I want you to make sure nobody hurts him. That’s all I’m asking… And I’ll do everything in my power to get your father put away,” I promised. 

She held eye contact with me the entire time. “What’s so special about me?” Stephanie asked. 

“What isn’t special about you?” I asked in reply. All I saw when I looked in her eyes was Catherine. I could see hurt, but I also saw hope. I couldn’t tell her that, though. I had to tell her something else. Something true but not as personal. “I know you’re a good person. That’s why I have to tell you my name. I’m Jason, and I know how it feels to be betrayed. Say you’ll let me help you.” 

“My dad might get out after he gets caught—.”

“Stephanie, I know how the justice system works in Gotham. I’m telling you right now, I’m not going anywhere. If you tell me now you want me to help, I’ll help as long as I’m able,” I interrupted. 

“Call me Steph… And give me five seconds. We’ll go and get something to eat… Talk details,” Steph smiled as she pinched my cheek. 

“My treat,” I replied. 

Steph pulled her mask back on and clicked her tongue as she pointed finger guns at me. “Wait. You said you’d help me? Who are you?” Steph asked. 

“I used to be somebody,” I replied without thinking. It almost upset me to hear the words come out of my mouth. 

 “You’re still somebody… But that doesn’t answer my question. Who are you? And why do you think you can help me?” Steph asked. She smiled a half-smile as she returned my ice pack. 

“I don’t really know who I am… But I—. I know I can help you if you let me. How about we grab something to eat while you tell me about your dad’s plans?” I asked. 

“Sure,” Steph whispered as I pulled my mask back on.

[theladyofshalott1989]

Everything Is Going to Be Okay

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