#seven characters. nine panels and counting. (explodes.)

[angelonhelios]

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[tsarisfanfiction]

Vandalised (Tales From The Heart)

Fandom: One Piece Rating: Gen Warnings: None Characters: Law, Heart Pirates

SMASH.

Instincts honed from years of piracy had Law jumping up and turning to face the source of the noise in an instant, hand hovering in front of him in preparation of a Room before he registered what it was he was seeing and froze up on the spot.

Nothing, not even his heightened paranoia and overactive imagination, could have prepared him for the sight of his beloved loyal ship shattering as if a bomb had exploded inside her. Metal plates bent out of shape from the force flew up into the air, glinting in the sunlight before falling into the water with a loud splash. With each one, Law's gut felt like he was the one crashing into the waves.

The Polar Tang, his loyal ship for the past ten years, was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving behind an open husk – he could make out what had once been a bunkroom, and thanked whatever was listening that it was an unused one. No doubt all of them had been shaken up with the blast, but it didn't seem like any of his nakama's belongings – or worse, his nakama themselves – had been lost. Just the ship herself.

Half his crew had been in her when she'd exploded, though, and a headcount was still coming up nine short. The cannonball responsible slammed into the ground behind him, only to be revealed as none other than Mugiwara no Luffy, and Law was sorely tempted to undo all his work on principle, because how dare the other captain do that to his ship after everything the Heart Pirates had done for him. The insufferable rubberman owed Law his life, and this was how he repaid him?

He was barely listening to Jinbei's questions about the vandal's condition, throwing out words like "he's going to die" less because it was the truth, and more because that was what was going to happen if Mugiwara-ya showed his face in front of Law again within the next year. Maybe more. Law was still working that one out. It would depend on the damage.

Shachi's unmistakable ginger hair emerged from the wreckage, the older man looking as upset as Law felt, and he relaxed slightly as the missing count reduced to eight. Penguin's emergence two minutes later, after Mugiwara-ya vanished into the woods – and good riddance if the Kuja killed him although Law doubted they would, unfortunately – eased his mind further, especially after the update on the remaining seven left all of the crew accounted for.

Seeing the damage for himself, after Penguin's nervous report, and Law almost broke down. The Tang had suffered catastrophic damage, the one saving grace being that her hull was intact so at least she could still sail (and thank goodness for kairoseki because anything weaker would not have withstood that blow). His pride and joy, the infirmary, was unrecognisable as anything other than a collection of junk as extortionately expensive machines spat sparks pathetically or smouldered away. It would take months to restore it, although Law couldn't help but try and find something – anything – he could repair. He had no such luck and traipsed dejectedly back towards the deck.

Someone had rallied the uninjured members of the crew together, probably Shachi, because they were all hard at work patching up the damage. Dripping wet metal panels piled high on the deck and Jean Bart surfaced again, another panel in his huge hands. Inspecting them, Law determined that the damage perhaps wasn't as hideous as he'd first though; while bent out of shape, it had been the rivets that had failed rather than the panelling itself. Bending them back into shape and applying fresh rivets would deal with all but the worst of the damage.

Still, Law couldn't rest until the Tang looked something like her old self again, joining in the repair efforts for a time before his stamina gave out (saving the lives of both Mugiwara-ya and Jinbei had sapped his energy considerably). Penguin shooed him inside to check on their injured nakama, all of whom at least seemed to be recovering well. With the infirmary destroyed, Law couldn't give them any painkillers for their headaches, but they all shook off apologies as they waited impatiently for him to give them the all clear to go out and help repair the Tang.

Selfishly, Law didn't, basking in the comfort of their company for as long as he could get away with, because Mugiwara-ya had come far too close to destroying his ship completely and possibly killing some of his nakama in the process. If he just wanted to make sure they were definitely fine, well that was perfectly reasonable, right?

[siriuslybuckybarnes]

I Wish I Could Hate You (Pietro x Reader) Part 17/?

Imagine being friends with the twins before they volunteered for the experiments and then being shocked when you join the Avengers and encounter them at the Hydra base in Sokovia.

This is an idea that hit me randomly honestly.  I used an original character instead of reader though.

DISCLAIMER: All translations found via Google Translate; therefore may be inaccurate to a serious degree.  Just a small warning.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 

I Wish I Could Hate You Part 17

Lilya sat five tables away from Wanda, who was stirring sugar into her tea as she tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Alright,” Steve said over their comlink, “what do you see?”

The question was meant for Wanda.  This was her first mission, and Steve had incredibly high hopes for her.

“Standard beat cops,” Wanda replied easily.  “Small station.”  She turned in her seat to watch two cops laughing together in front of the police station. “Quiet street.  It’s a good target.”

“There’s an ATM on the south corner,” Steve began, “which means-”

“Cameras,” Wanda finished for him.  Lilya could almost feel Steve’s proud smile from where she was sitting.  He was testing Wanda, and she was passing.

“Both cross-streets are one way,” Steve began again, “So-”

“Compromised escape routes.” Wanda was looking down at the table, and Lilya would tell the wheels in her head were turning.

“Which means our guy doesn’t care about being seen.  He isn’t afraid to make a mess on the way out.”

Lilya was watching the street in front of the station.  Though to most it was a normal day, the illusion of peace was making her antsy.

It was too quiet.

Her eye drifted towards a red Range Rover that had parked a few moments before. It was bulletproof.

Steve’s voice beat her to the punch, “You see that Range Rover halfway up the block?”

“The red one?” Wanda asked, taking a sip of her tea. “It’s cute.”

“It’s also bulletproof,” Nat interjected and Lilya’s eyes moved to where she was sitting, two tables behind Wanda.  “Which means private security, which means more guns, which means more headaches for somebody.”  She paused to take a sip of her drink.  “Probably us.”

“You guys know I can move things with my mind, right?” Wanda asked, her eyes drifting to Lilya’s, a small smirk on her face.

Lilya saw Nat smile slightly, which she quickly turned into a grimace.

“Looking over your shoulder needs to become second nature,” Nat said as she stared at the back of Wanda’s head.

“Hey Nat,” Sam said suddenly, “anybody ever tell you you’re a little paranoid?”

Lilya chuckled, stifling it in her coffee as she continued to watch the Range Rover.

“Not to my face,” Nat replied.  “Why?  You hear something?”

“Eyes on target, folks,” Steve said, his voice all business, effectively ending their chat.  “This is the best lead we’ve had on Rumlow in six months, I won’t want to lose him.”

Sam scoffed loudly, “If he sees us coming that won’t be a problem.  He kinda hates us, remember?”

“Didn’t you turn his face into a barbeque last time you saw him?” Lilya asked quietly.  “He was in the building when it blew up, wasn’t he?”

“Yeah, Sparky,” Sam answered.  “That’s why he hates us.”

“Makes sense,” she replied, shrugging.  “I would be a little bitter if someone dropped a building on me, too.”

“Sam,” Steve said suddenly.  “See that garbage truck?  Tag it.  Sparky, you sense it?  I want you to track it too.”

Lilya reached out mentally, searching until she found it.

“It’s two miles from me, Steve,” she whispered.  “The only way I can track it any further is if I Jump to it.  I can’t do that right now.”

“The truck is loaded for max weight,” Sam said, “and the driver’s armed.”

“It’s a battering ram,” Nat said.

“Go now,” Steve said urgently.

“Wait, why?” Wanda asked as Lilya stood.

They had been focusing on the wrong target.

“Because he’s not hitting the police,” Steve answered quickly.  “Sparky, cut ‘em off!”

Lilya Jumped to the truck, watching as the driver leapt out as it charged towards the entrance of the Institute for Infectious Diseases.

“Rahat,” she muttered as she Jumped again, throwing a wall up in front of the truck.  There was too much momentum behind the truck, and her wall shattered on impact, as the truck slammed into the concrete barriers and screeching to a halt.  “I couldn’t stop them,” she yelled, Jumping so she was between the crashed truck and the building.  “I’ll keep them occupied until you get here.”

Two more trucks pulled into the lot, the backs opening to reveal armed men, dressed in full body armor.  Lilya threw another wall up in front of her as they opened fire, and she pushed it forward until two men were knocked backwards.

In the distance she saw a man, larger than any of the others climb out of the back of the second truck.  She let out another breath, Rumlow.

In her distraction, they shot teargas into the building and she spat out another curse in Sokovian.  “They have full body armor,” she grit out.  “Semi-automatic rifles, sounds like AR-15s.”  She threw a charged knife into the neck of one of the men, and he dropped to the ground as he let out a cry of pain.  “I count nine still outside.  Six went inside, not including Rumlow.”  Pulling her hands together, she created a panel of energy, pushing it towards another, “Make that eight outside.”

Steve landed with a roll, jumping onto one of the vehicles and using his shield to send one flying into the nearest wall.  The sound of the man’s spine cracking was sickeningly audible.

“Seven,” Steve breathed out.

“I make five,” Sam replied as Wanda landed behind Lilya.

Wanda grabbed one of the men, throwing him up in the air, “Sam!”  He flew down, slamming into the man midair.

“Four,” Sam said as he landed and walked towards Lilya.  “You good, Sparky?”

“Never better,” she replied easily.

“Rumlow’s on the third floor,” Sam said as Steve walked up to them.

“Wanda,” he said, motioning her forward.  “Just like we practiced.”

“What about the gas?” she asked as she flexed her hands.

“Get it out,” he replied as he jumped, Wanda catching him easily and lifting him up to the third floor.

Lilya turned away, focusing on the remaining four men.  They opened fire, taking cover behind their vehicles, and Lilya Jumped so she was behind one, grabbing his neck as she threw a knife into the other’s leg.  She drained the one she was holding, and sent a bolt of energy into the other, causing him to drop to the ground convulsing as Lilya flexed her hand.  Clenching her hand to a fist, the man stopped moving as the electricity sputtered out and his breathing stopped.

Just as she was about to Jump to the others, a missile landed behind them, killing them both instantly.

“Rumlow has a biological weapon,” Steve’s voice came over the coms.  Lilya turned around as Nat replied quickly.

“I’m on it.”

After a few moments, Steve’s labored breathing came through and he groaned.

“Sam, he’s in an AFV heading north.” Steve groaned again.  “Sparky, you copy that too?”

“I copy,” she answered.  “Sam, tell me where.”

“I gotcha, Sparky,” Sam replied.  “Hone in on me.” He paused. “I’ve got four.  They’re splitting up.”

Lilya Jumped to Sam’s location as Nat spoke, “I’ve got the two on the left.”

“They ditched their gear.” Steve said.  “It’s a shell game now.  One of them has the payload-”

Lilya turned at the sound of Steve’s voice, just in time to see him throw his shield in the air as the grenade went off.

“Sparky,” Steve yelled as Rumlow appeared behind him.  “Go help the others, I’ve got this!”

“Behind you!” she screamed.

“Go!”

Lilya Jumped to Nat, landing a few feet behind her as she chased after the men.

“He doesn’t have it!” Sam exclaimed. “I’m empty!”

“Looks like I chose well,” Lilya muttered as she took off after Nat.  She came through to the opening to see Nat standing off with the two men, one of them holding a vile.

“Drop it,” he said, staring at Nat.  “Or I drop this.”

Lilya Jumped behind him, grabbing his arm and twisting as Nat shot the other.  The man dropped the vile and Nat lunged forward, catching it just before it hit the ground.

“Good job Sparky,” she breathed.  “Good job.  Payload secure.”

“I sense sarcasm,” Lilya muttered as she pulled Nat to her feet.  “I should have caught that, sorry.”

“He knew you, you know,” Rumlow’s voice cut through.  “Your boy, your pal, your Bucky,”

Lilya cut the rest out, Jumping to Steve’s location just in time to see him press a button.  Wanda caught the blast, containing it as she sent it skyward.

It broke free of her hold as it flew, exploding into the building next to it, causing the windows to shatter at the impact.

“Sam,” Steve said as Lilya rushed forward, catching Wanda as she sank to her knees.  “We need fire and rescue on the south side of the building!  We gotta get up there.”

“I’m going!” Lilya shouted, after ensuring Wanda was alright.  Physically at least.  “I’m going in.”

“Sparky,” Steve yelled after her, “Wait, take me-!”

Lilya had already Jumped into the building, cutting Steve off before he could finish.  Steve sighed out.

“-with you.  Guess I’ll take the stairs.”

Lilya rolled her eyes, checking her surroundings as she searched for any survivors.

Part 18

Oh my... It’s been forever guys, and for that I am so sorry.

BUT I hope maybe this will make up for it?  We’ve finally reached Civil War!!  What side do you think Lilya is on???  Who will Lilya side with?? Tony who’s like her father, or Steve whom she deeply respects and loves like a brother???

Thanks for all the sweet messages since the last part, they’ve really meant a lot.

I’m going to start working on some New Years fics now, though I probably won’t post them before New Years...