#"recruiting firms"

[skylarsblue]

✦Incorrect C.O.D Quotes, since AO3 is down✦

Gaz: I wanna know what exactly your type is. Y/N: I'm not just gonna give you more fodder to throw at me- Gaz: I have an idea of it already, but I want details! Y/N: No! Gaz: Like- König! Would you- Y/N: Of fuckin’ course I wanna fuck König! He’s huge, he could LITERALLY snap me in half and my dad didn’t love me, of course I want him to fuck me! Soap: *does that weird inhale-choke-cough*

— (Dick mention + a woman’s experience of a dude making gross comments. It’s funny I swear-) Fem!medic!Y/N: most of the time, people are pretty nice and sometimes impressed when when I bring up I’m a medical professional. Other times…eh.. Soap: Eh? Y/N: Sometimes you get conspiracy theorists. Soap: Ohhhh… Y/N: Some evangelists, gross dudes. Gaz: Gross dudes? What’s the worst you’ve heard? Ghost, sipping a whiskey: This outta be good. Y/N: Uh, once I told this man hitting on me I was a field doctor? He said, and I quote. “Been awhile since my last check up, mind checking me for ball cancer.” And I- Gaz: WHAT Soap: YOU’RE KIDDING Y/N: I am not. I just- I walked away. Price: Fuckin’ hell. Y/N: It’s fine. He got shot in the dick next mission, ended up with a male doctor. Ghost: Karma at its best.

- Graves: Oh FUCK YOU Y/N: Tsk, oooo…you don’t have enough money for that. Soap: HAHA!

- Soap, drunk: Back Street’s back, alright! Do do do do- Gaz, drunk on Price’ shoulders: Dodooodo- Price: Simon, get your boy. Ghost: *picking Soap up by his belt, carrying him like a bag* Yes sir.

- Recruit: When you gonna stop giving me blue balls? Gaz: Whoa hey!- Y/N: Aight, I got my steel toes on. How bout we make’em black and blue? Recruit: I- Y/N: Shut the fuck up. I’ve already turned you down, get a hint. Word of advice? Rather than shoot for the stars, maybe shoot your shot in your lower bracket, yeah? Recruit: Gaz: Someone get a fire extinguisher, this dudes been burned. Soap: On it. *sprays recruit with fire extinguisher*

- Soap: Nice onesie, does it come in men’s? Gaz, in his pyjamas: I think you cum enough in men for the all of us. Soap: ACK- Ghost: *slides out of the room*

- Ghost: Have you ever considered, just once, using your brain first? Soap: Now why would I do that?

- (Insert random name I HC for Laswell’s wife) Kate, after being in a bad explosion and ending up in this hospital: My wife, she’ll get upset if she sees you rubbing me like that on my chest. Diana: I am your wife. Kate …. Diana: :) Heart rate monitor: BEEPBEEPBEEPBE- Kate Hi. Diana: Hehe, hi. Gaz, in the corner: Oh to be in love. Soap: This is disgusting, why can’t I have this? >:,( Gaz: Cause your type in men is awful. Soap: Hey!

- Y/N: *walks into common room* Hello, I am very upset. I feel a meltdown coming on and you are all buff men, so I would like to request being picked up and held like a baby for a short period of time, please. Soap: Do you want to talk about what’s bothering you? Y/N: Nope. König: ….*slowly approaches and picks Y/N up from under their arms* Y/N, clinging to him like a koala and hiding in his shoulder: Thank you, I appreciate you. König: *awkward back pat*

- König: :) Y/N: Bloopbloopbloopbloop- Horagi: Y/N! Y/N: What? Horagi: Tha-That is our colo-that is a dangerous man! Y/N: He’s not a dangerous man! Horagi: What are y- Y/N: We’re bloopin’! Bloopbloopbloop- König: -w-

- Price: Kid, I need you to- Gaz & Y/N: *dancing like they don’t have jobs to do* Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: Fuck it up! Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: Fuck it up! Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: That’s what’s up! Gaz: Go stink! Y/N: I’m in love! Price: AHEM Gaz: Oh shit- Y/N: HEEEYY captaaaaiinn, what’s uuupp ahaha… Price: *sigh*

- (Based on; Me if COD was real. Deadass. Full serious. I am not kidding) Gaz: So have you met the Captain yet? Y/N: No. Gaz: Are you nervous? Y/N: No no, I have a firm belief that they’re just people. Obviously I’ll respect him as a superior but that’s nnnnnnnnwho the hell is that? Y/N: *fucking breaking their neck* Gaz: Oh- Nope. No no, THAT is Captain. Don’t think about it. Y/N: I’m thinking about it. Gaz: That’s not allowed. Y/N: Ive done worse for less, if he asks I’m sucking it, you can’t stop me. Gaz: Jesus Bloody Christ- Y/N: Tell him to call me when he’s on leave. Gaz: Stop-

- König: *walks in* Ghost: ?? Soap: Oh, hey! Gaz: Y’a need somethi- König: *picks up Y/N under his arm while humming, leaving the room* König: I love stealing, I love taking things!~ Ghost: What the f-

- Colonel!König: I’m 42 so, I don’t- Y/N: YOU’RE 42?! Colonel!König: Yeah. Y/N: …it’s okay no one has to know babygirl~ König: NEIN! Nein, don’t call me babygirl!-

- (Based on this awful Gaz outfit I saw on Twitter) MILF!Y/N: *doing paperwork* Gaz: Would you date me? Y/N: Baby we couldn’t even get a drink together. You can’t buy me nothin. Gaz: What do you mean? :( Y/N: Look at your outfit! What are you wearing? Gaz: I think I look pretty fly. Y/N: For who, your mom? Gaz: :((

- Gaz: STOP DATING MY CAPTAIN Y/N: ….you know what, I’m gonna start dating him even harder. Gaz: What’s that supposed to mean? Y/N: You know what it means.

- MILF!Y/N: *shoving apple juice into a cart* They gon’ need nutrition. Laswell: How many kids do you have? MILF!Y/N: Eleven! Laswell: So I’m assuming your kids really like apple juice? MILF!Y/N: No but they looove orange juice but they’ve been bad this week. Laswell: What grade are your kids in? MILF!Y/N: Sixteenth grade. Laswell: PFFT Sixteenth- that’s not even a grade! So your kids graduated college? MILF!Y/N: No they, they- …where are my kids?

- (Her “kids” on the other side of the store) Price: Boys please- Gaz: I AM NOT LOSING! Soap, in a fuckin’ headlock with him: Yes you fuckin’ are!! Ghost: *slipping cookies under his mask, he did not pay for them* König: *looking for a fruity snack* Horagi: *grabbing as many packs of spicy chips as he can* Alejandro: This is a disgrace. *holding up frozen burritos* Rudy: These are worse. *motions to frozen tamales* Alex: Did you know you can use coke as rust remover? Farah: …and you want to drink it??

- Y/N: So. Kyle. Gaz, already afraid: …yes? Y/N: I found some of your old playlists… Gaz: Y/N: Gaz: Y/N: You an emo? Gaz: I was a SCENE as a teenager, get it right.

[lundenloves]

〝 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 〞¹

≔ mandatory therapy on base, simon is not for it. originally a two part collab with @mistydeyes look to her for the second (medicines and diagnoses, doctor etc rather than a second therapy sit down)

⤷ i wanted to write something of the sort, so here we are. i’ll gesture to this piece of work lacklustrely and let you form your own like or dislike. we’re almost at 2k so i’ll be back and active (writing-wise) for that.

∷ no warnings, primarily angst and lack of cooperation. 2.5k

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“It’s not a question, Simon.” Price dotted his pen, leaning back in the chair and spinning to pull a file from the cabinet beside him. “These files. These evaluations, they’re not changing.” His eyes flicked to the red stamped folder, laying it out on the desk after sliding a sheet from within.

Simon’s tongue ran along his inner cheek, watching his superior closely. “What evaluations?” The question was flat, said without inflection and more venom. His palms flat on the edge of Price’s desk, each finger tapping in succession of the one before. 

“The psych, Simon.” A beat. “You’re still hitting subpar levels.” Price shuffled the papers together in his hands, brow lifted at a few of the concerning results. “It’s not good.”

“I’m hardly failing them.” Simon replied curtly. 

The captain sat back in his chair with a finger sliding across the page. “Overkill. Aggression. Isolation. Sadistic.” He paused to look up at his lieutenant before continuing. “I quote: ‘I didn’t want to update Lieutenant Riley over the comms, none of us do. We’ll choose Sergeant MacTavish instead.’ Do you know why?”

“That’s not my problem.” He crossed his arms over his chest, widening his stance. 

“It’s exactly your problem. It’s among a few other reasons we can’t progress you to be a Captain.” Price held his palm face up, leaning forward and pushing the papers back into the file. “We need to sort it out, Simon.” His tone was that of a disappointed parent, yet still firm enough to land. 

“I’ve excelled in every physical, John.” 

“There’s zero doubt in physicality.” He cleared his throat, taking a short moment before continuing. “I’m re-enlisting you back into therapy.” 

“What the fuck, Captain.” Simon’s eyes bored solemnly into the man before him, as if this was an extended form of betrayal. 

“It’s necessary you work out these knotholes, they’re now holding you back.” Price spoke slowly, as ever aware of Simon’s reluctance over his past. “It’s no longer an option. Three times a week, you’ll sit down with Dr. Kaufman. I can’t have recruits feeling unsure around you, Simon.” 

“I already had therapy.” His own voice was low, leant close to his superior and practically growling.

“Years ago.” Price stood, silently telling Simon to back up through the action. “The colonel is asking why you’re unable to rank up after five years. What do you suppose I reply?” 

“That he hasn’t given me the fucking points.” 

The captain sighed, pushing the file back into his cabinet and sitting down to scribble something on a post-it. “It would likely be a formal document stating you’re not mentally fit for the step. Past psych evaluations attached as evidence.“ 

The small post-it was slid across the desk, Simon’s eyes dropping to the uniformed writing. “I expect you to attend, yeah?” The note read thirteen hundred hours, room eleven. 

“Fucking hell.” He said to himself after swiping the note, taking steps backward until reaching the door. “This is for today?” The paper held up between his pointer and fore fingers. 

“Today.” Price confirmed. 

Simon said no more, walking out with a nod and head hung low like he’d just been kicked in the gut. Passing soldiers ducked their own heads to avoid his habitual glares, angling their shoulders inward to not encourage his barging against them. The halls fell silent as he walked, each conversation seemingly pausing until he was out of earshot. 

A breath of annoyance was taken, heavy footsteps taking a handful of lefts — a direction he was never inclined to go, considering everything medical resided within the left side of the barracks — before reaching the rehabilitation wing. An egotistical side of him was embarrassed to be seen standing even anywhere near. And a harsh grunt came with his step toward room eleven, begrudgingly wandering down the ever winding corridor before finding his fate. 

“Fuck this.” He muttered, two hard knocks battering on the door. 

“It’s open!” Came an answer.

Simon pushed the door open, immediately under imagined scrutiny of the doctor before him. He didn’t speak, not one word, hands anxiously busying themselves by gripping the back of a soft chair. “Simon, Simon Riley.” She confirmed with a warm smile, gesturing he take a seat. “I’m Dr. Kaufman. Lily, Kaufman.”

His stare felt hostile, eyes narrowing at her false show of friendliness. “How are you?” She began typing on her laptop, eyes only briefly meeting his and he couldn’t help to assume she was writing about him. Each key tapped to create a jarring noise against her acrylic nail, Simon’s jaw tightened. 

“How long will this take.” His curt words weren’t asked in a question, but rather a mumble of inconvenience. 

“It’s an hour long session.” She flipped a sheet of paper, eyes skimming across it. “As set by a— captain John Price.” Simon grumbled at the thought, pointedly kicking his boot against the floor before taking a seat.

His silence was deafening, although Kaufman had grown accustomed to such. He did nothing but stare, arms crossed over his chest, legs in a wide manspread — one recognised to be a subconscious attempt to gain control of the situation, the room even. “What brought you to therapy, Simon.”

“Price.” 

She nodded, clasping her palms together over her desk. “And why do you think he did so?” 

“You have notes.” He sighed, resting his neck on the back of the sofa and looking to the ceiling. 

“Yes, I have formal notes,” She paused, almost for effect until Simon had craned his neck to look at her. “But I'm asking you. Why do you think he did so?” Her question provoked a shrug from him, broad shoulders lifting only briefly 

“Psychs.” He mumbled, sticking two thumbs into his eyes before sitting up. “Fucking— the things, the evaluations.” Words strung out impatiently, each one punctuated by a tap to his thigh.

“You failed them?”

“No. I’m just not at the standard they would…” Simon’s eyes skimmed across the room, merely decorated in order for less distraction. A bright looking plant in the corner almost mocked his lack of life. “Prefer.” 

“Why is that?”

“I’m angry.” His gaze then dropped to hers, the instant words seemed like a jab. “I get angry.” 

Kaufman nodded, her silence was a signal for him to continue although he didn’t take the bait. “Is that the only reason?” She asked, taking pen to paper on the way his leg had begun bouncing anxiously. 

“How many fucking questions?” 

“This is trust based. Whatever is said here, stays here.” His jaw tightened at her words, boot impatiently stomping into the floor once more. “And we need to get to know one another to start building that trust.”

His stare dropped to the floor, “We’ll take our time.” She continued, pulling her lips inward and smiling once he had looked back up. “You’re in control here.” 

The room fell to silence once again, the only sounds being the cracking of his knuckles and the scribbling of her pen. It wasn’t awkward however, Simon’s breakage in eye contact was new — his finger grazed over the only sliver of skin he had on show, his exposed forearm between sleeve and glove. “What do you know.” 

“Whatever you’re happy to share with me. This is a clean slate, your session.” He sighed though it came out as a grumble, pulling his arms back across his chest. Kaufman noticed his shifting, “Aren’t you overheating in that mask?” She spoke softly.

“I’m used to it.”

“How long have you worn it?”  

His eyes narrowed ever so slightly, almost judging her question before shrugging. “Years.” She eyed the intricacies of the stitching, how almost every thread was uneven and needled with different shades of grey. It was a handmade job. 

“Did you make it?”

“Why.” He bit, his heel kicking against the floor to create a thump sound. 

“It’s clear it has a lot of meaning for you.” 

Simon nodded slowly, fidgeting with the seam of his pocket before looking back up to her. Eyes dead and fixed to her own, it was beyond obvious he would rather be anywhere else. “I don’t ever take it off.” Kaufman had caught onto the subtle change in his tone, one that warned her not to venture further. 

“We don’t have to talk about it. Remember, you’re in control.” She reasserted and Simon rolled his sleeves up, exposing a tattoo on his left forearm. “I’m just going to ask you a few questions. You don’t need to go into any detail, it’s just to help me understand you better.” 

“Right.” 

“Tell me about your tattoo.” She began, nodding toward the ink and watching as he lifted his arm to look at it himself. “What does it mean?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. It’s a bit shit, I got it when I was young as a cover up.” Sullen face lifting only briefly. 

“Covering other tattoos?”

“Mh-hm.” 

“Do you regret doing so?” Kaufman asked, playing the field to see if he was an impulsive person. Simon was surprisingly unaware of her techniques despite seeing right through his last therapist. 

He laughed a dry laugh, one that lacked humor. “No.” Eyes squinted at her smile. 

“Would you get more?” 

Simon shook his head once more, this time accompanied by a frown to further his point. Eyes naturally narrowing with the action. “Any particular reason?”

“Getting older.” 

Kaufman smiled with a tilt of her head, flipping a few pages backward in her notes. “You’re still young.” She pressed her finger to the paper with his basic information. 

His mask made it difficult for Kaufman to distinguish his feelings. It was a complete distancing tool, one that worked well. She figured it was worn to separate himself from the job. “On base, you go by—“

“Ghost.” 

“How did you come about that?” 

“Long story.” He shrugged, picking at threads by his pockets with an unnerving nonchalance to his tone and Kaufman nodded. It wasn’t difficult to see his reluctance, she pushed backward in the conversation, watching as he rubbed his opposite hand against his arm. 

The tattoo was stretched to the crease of his elbow, old ink faded to a dark grey rather than black and many scars adorned the space, creating gaps of blank skin in the artwork. “Do you enjoy your job?” She asked, gaining a slow blink in her direction, one that begged for reason.

“Would you enjoy it?” He mumbled, looking up at her with a drawn out sigh. 

“I’d imagine it takes a toll.” She sucked her lips inward, allowing the silence to settle and to create a landing pad for her pending words. “It’s intense.” 

Simon grumbled to himself, landing his boots to the floor abruptly one more time after shifting positions. Arms crossed over his chest in subconscious self pacification while pointedly staring at her — a complete and natural embedded military tactic of control. He didn’t want to speak, so stared. Stared to show acknowledgment and active dismissal, Kaufman took note. 

“Do you have a family, Simon?” She clicked her pen once more, beginning a fresh page. 

“Mh-hm.”

“Kids?”

“Two.”

“Girls, boys—“

“Girls.”

“Young?”

“Six and eleven.” 

“And am I fair to assume they know you as Simon, rather than Ghost, yes?” She was slow with her wording, deliberate in the pacing of each and every syllable as opposed to the quickfire questions prior. 

He sat back, pushing a stiff hand across the back of his mask before dropping his arm like it weighed a tonne. “Yes.” Lip pulled up as if he was uncertain in his own answer, eyes absently directed to the plant in the corner of the room. 

“You seem unsure.” 

He shook his head. “It’s different.” Although his voice hadn’t quite grasped confidence, instantly clearing his throat before sitting up precipitously to cement his statement. Kaufman’s silence invited more words from him, suddenly at a point of talkativeness to jump at his own defense of fatherhood. “I don’t take any of this home with me.” He gestured toward his gear, “It’s different.”

“Do they know the mask?” 

“They’ve seen it.�� His sudden leer was one that assumed he had been tripped up, falling right into her fucking verbal minefield. 

“So Ghost does come home with you?” 

Bastard, Simon thought. “No.” A bite. 

Kaufman took a minute to think of her next question, one that would simultaneously calm him down while also wedging the door to his openness ajar just enough for her foot. “Do you look forward to taking the mask off?”

He shrugged, retreating back into a slouch. A short note was made of his action. “Possibly for the burden it carries?” She offered and Simon let out an audible groan, one that cut her short. 

“There isn’t a fucking burden.”

She observed as his hands clenched into fists under crossed arms, the impatient tapping of his heel against the vinyl flooring was something of another warning. “Are we okay to circle back to your family?” 

“Hmmh.” He mumbled an affirmative noise though his body language was completely closed off.

“Would you like to tell me about them?”

His foot stopped moving, leg stretching outward to cross his ankles over one another. “Depends what you ask me.” 

It was evident that Simon relied on guidance and instruction. Kaufman had gathered that much in the first ten minutes she had spent with him. The constant need for grounding and clarification was the first thing she noticed bar his body language, even when he had tried his best to seem contained.

“You can tell me as much or as little as you’d like.” She put it plainly, watching his eyes narrow and chewed down fingernails fidget against his belt loops. A flurry of thoughts intruded her mind at that, was he anxious at home? The bitten down nails said as much, evidently picked at without his mask on. 

“How are your kids?” 

“They’re fine.” He shrugged, setting his hand across the sofa edge. 

“Yeah?” Kaufman smiled, dotting her pen and Simon nodded, rubbing his brow momentarily before blinking at her lamely. “That’s good.”

Her wrist raised to check the time, an action Simon shifted at, eyes running to the door instantly. 

Though Kaufman took no eye to his impatience, writing a few notes before closing her book over, all at her own pace. “Time?” He asked readily, eagerly, bitten nails fidgeting with the loose seams of his jeans once again.

With a brief glance to her wrist, Kaufman gave him the go-ahead. “Yeah. Yeah, that’ll do us for today.” She was left watching pointedly as his shoulders dropped at her dismissal. “May I ask you one final question?” Her pen was placed back on the desk, in perfect adjacency to the mentioned notebook. 

“Hm.” A grumble. 

“Do you believe in therapy.”

His brows furrowed under the mask, already standing with a hand on the door to solidify her point. “No.” And with that came a nod of departure,  the words landing like an opinionated knife  — easy to slot in, hard to take out. 

Kaufman had her work cut out. 

≔ dude i want him. i want to fucking hug him and tell him everything will be ok wtf, this man being emotionally inept is my roman empire.

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[babyhatesreality]

what if someone else tries to discipline stucky's babygirl?🥹🥹 like, some random dude who considers himself a daddy got mad for something she did?? i think daddy stucky would absoluty go ✨bersek✨

Oh....*Berserk* is putting it mildly....

But let's back up a bit first. You've been with Steve and Bucky long enough that you're truly and deeply one of the family. And with that, it means that you and your friends have gotten into plenty of trouble before at each other's places. You've been put in time outs by several of your extended family members- mostly Tony, Pepper, Natasha, and Bruce. There's a rule in the tower that if you're little and misbehaving while in their care, anyone in the family is allowed to give a time out. Of course it means you're in big trouble when your primary caregivers find out, so you don't ever MEAN to get into mischief. It just ...sometimes ...happens! Right?? :D

But there was this one time that SHIELD was introducing a group of new operatives. They were the ones who would be running some of the simpler operations that didn't require super strength, stealth, or swag. But they would have access to and contact with the Avengers, and so were brought into the Tower for training.

There was this one new recruit named Kenneth. He was tall, had a firm jaw, strong enough to handle pretty much anything- and had an extremely overblown sense of his own worth. He had decided (without asking anyone or confirming anything) that he was on his way to becoming the first civilian Avenger simply because...he was that awesome. Which he was not, but that comes later.

Since this new operatives team would also be responsible for looking out for low level threats to the Avengers themselves, they were briefed on all the Littles and Caregivers in the tower. So if, God forbid, something happened, they knew the chain of command to help take care of the Littles in a crisis situation- mostly getting the Littles to the correct Avenger.

Welp, as with most other things, Kenneth didn't feel these rules applied to him either. He knew that if he were ever to encounter one of you "littles" (as he put it, complete with his own stupid air quotes and a dumb look on his face), he'd make sure that he'd show his authority, and that would prove he could be an Avenger. *Sidenote-it's funny how these dude-bros' egos work, isn't it?*

One day Daddy and Papa had brought you upstairs with them, as had the rest of the caregivers with their own littles. It was an easy half day, and barring anything suddenly popping up, there was just regular paperwork and classified debriefings to meet about- a safe day for you all to be up there. The other littles were playing a game of tag in the big rec room, but you were feeling a little cranky from a rough night and just wanted to be on your daddies' laps. You would hop down off Bucky's lap ten minutes into a meeting to climb onto Steve's, and then back again ten minutes later. Hey, you were happy, they were happy, it was all good.

You politely asked if you could go get a drink of water, and after insisting that you could be a big girl by yourself, Bucky let you go down the hall to the kitchen area. And that's where you ran into Kenneth, who was sneaking up to the meeting, trying to make up some excuse as to why he needed to be in this Avengers-only debriefing (he was pretty sure they weren't even going to question his right to be there, but it was always good to have a plan B, right?).

He immediately identified you, and stopped you in the hallway by grabbing you by the shoulder (wrong move #1). "And where do you think you're going, little girl?" he asked you snidely (wrong move #2). You immediately stepped back, trying to get yourself out of his grip. You didn't know this guy, and you weren't supposed to talk to strangers. And no one was allowed to touch you without your permission. Daddy and Papa taught you well.

But Kenneth took that as defiance before you even opened your mouth, tightening his grip on your arm (wrong move #3...you get the idea). "You are not supposed to be wandering the halls by yourself, are you?" he sneered. "Some caregivers, just letting a helpless little girl wander around unguarded." He leaned into your face. "Someone could get hurt."

That scared you, as it sounded very threatening, so you shook your arm again, trying to pull away. "Please let go," you said through gritted teeth, trying to be polite (he was in the Tower after all, and no one got in without SHIELD's permission), but really wanting to kick this guy in his private area. Instead, Kenneth yanked your arm so hard that you cried out, and started dragging you towards the meeting room. He shoved you down onto your bottom right outside the doorway, then pointed a finger at you.

"You stay right there, little missy, and don't even think about moving. You've been very bad and you're in big trouble," he scolded, unwarranted. You just glared at him but didn't move. He didn't even bother knocking on the door to the meeting room- he just barged in.

"Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes? I've got something that you both need to see, immediately," he said arrogantly.

You heard the shuffle and scramble of your daddies moving quickly, and you knew they were panicking about you. But the second they got out of the doorway and saw you cowering on the floor with a glower on your face, they both stopped, confused.

"Baby, are you okay?" Bucky asked frantically, dropping to his knees and reaching out to you. You threw yourself into his arms, relieved.

"What happened? Why was she sitting on the floor?" Steve asked as he got down next to you and Bucky, brushing your hair away from your face and scanning you as hard as he could, looking for injuries.

"She was wandering around the halls, unsupervised," Kenneth replied lightly, the arrogance dripping off of him. "Then she was defiant and disobedient when I tried to help her."

" 'Tried to help her'?" Steve repeated, slowly standing up to face Kenneth. Anyone with half a brain could hear the steel in his voice and see the rage in his posture. Even Kenneth turned a bit pale at the fury he'd unknowingly invoked. "What...exactly...did she need help with?"

"Well, er...um..she wasn't supposed to be in the hallways-"

"She had permission to be there," Steve interrupted him. The aura of controlled anger about to snap that was radiating off your Papa was something to behold- you'd never seen him like this before and it was AWESOME. "She was getting a drink from the kitchen." He turned to you, smiling softly, but his vibranium-infused posture didn't change one bit. "Lovebug, were you able to get your drink?"

"No, Papa," you said simply.

"I see," he said, turning back to Kenneth as his gaze turned back to razor blades. "So you kept my baby from getting a drink when she's thirsty, you stopped her without permission and tried to get her to disobey OUR directives, and you barged into a classified meeting." He pinned the now completely pale Kenneth to the wall with only his clear cut steel blue gaze. "Anything else, baby girl?" he asked you without turning his head.

"He touched me," you added, then turned your gaze to Bucky, who was still holding you. "And it hurt my arm."

Bucky set you down gently, then stood up and faced Kenneth.

Kenneth was only able to remember three things from that moment until he woke up in the hospital. The first being the insanely loud thundering of crumbling concrete mixed with a strange whooshing sound that he couldn't immediately identify. There was also a cracking and a crunching that seemed to be coming from inside of him, but that didn't make any sense either...

The second thing was the fact that he was no longer in the hallway- he seemed to have somehow transported to another area that he was pretty sure was about three rooms away from where he'd just been standing.

The third thing was the sudden and overwhelming pain screaming all over his body. He had just enough time to realize that the Winter Soldier had thrown him through 3 solid walls before he blacked out.

When he woke up in the hospital, among the machines and IVs, he found a small cardboard box with all his desk items in it.

[tokiro07]

Undead Unluck ch.172 thoughts

[I Hope You Had the Time of Your Life]

Yeah I made a Good Riddance joke two weeks in a row, what of it?

This is a really nice conclusion to Chikara's recruitment arc, particularly because it so nicely mirrors his recruitment in the previous loop

In both cases, Ryo arrived to try to bring him back into the normal world, completely unaware that Chikara was even about to step foot into a world beyond his comprehension, and in both cases Chikara inevitably chose to forego a normal life for the sake of fighting alongside those who would otherwise give their lives for him without asking anything in return

As I said last week, while Chikara can be cowardly in the sense that he's afraid of pain and danger like any normal person with basic survival instincts would be, he's actually one of the bravest members of the cast, always able and willing to step up when someone else needs him to. When Fuuko or Top were in danger in the previous loop, he was always able to put aside his fears and stand firm to use Unmove properly, even when he was bleeding from the eyes or missing a limb! He may be a scaredy cat, but he's one of very few characters who can go through Andy levels of dismemberment and keep on fighting

I also really like that Sean specifically is the one to approach Chikara and ask if he wants to join the Union. Not only do his continued major appearances prove that he hasn't been relegated to being a side character like he feared, but he also has a background that's pretty similar to Chikara's in a way

Both of them had specific artistic career goals that they wanted to pursue, with Sean wanting to be an actor and Chikara wanting to be a photographer, and both of them thought they'd lost their opportunity because of their abilities. With the appearance of Unseen, Sean lost the ability to appear on film or stage because he wouldn't be able to keep his eyes open for an entire performance, and was quickly swept up into the world of organized crime

Now Chikara is being swept up into the world of Negators and UMA, but he has the chance to stay in his happy, ordinary and safe world thanks to the accomodations that Fuuko provided him with. Sean isn't trying to convince Chikara one way or the other, but instead is reminding him that he has a choice

Fuuko is projecting her desire for a normal life onto Chikara, whether it's what Chikara actually wants or not, because to her, everyone in the Union must want that. Sean, though? Sean knows what it's like to have your options taken away from you, to be railroaded down a specific path because you couldn't see any other way, and he doesn't want that for Chikara. The fact that he can turn Chikara invisible proves that Sean views him as a brother, and he definitely doesn't want his brother to lose his agency the way that he did. Chikara is allowed to fight if he wants, and he's allowed to be free if he wants, but no one else can make that choice for him. Not God, and not even Fuuko

Y'know, I'm actually starting to think that Sean might be a top contender for my favorite UU character. Don't quote me on that, but keep an eye out, I guess

Anyway, aside from the themes of the arc, I am kind of wondering why Colour just happened to appear at the school on the day of graduation. Yeah, narratively Chikara needed to be put in a situation where he would need to use Unmove in battle to learn that he can be an asset to Fuuko, but it's so coincidental, to the point where it almost feels like a setup. Not from Fuuko, mind you, it's perfectly clear that this was the last thing she wanted, but I wonder if perhaps Sun or Luna played a part in this?

If Sun wants to ensure that all humans, Negators especially, suffer, then it would make sense for him to introduce a UMA to ruin the day that Fuuko has been looking forward to and force Chikara into conflict, potentially harming the people he cares about in the process

If Luna has any control of UMAs at all, then perhaps she influenced Colour to appear as a way to ensure that a powerful piece like Unmove wasn't removed from the game?

We may find out eventually the extent of control that the Gods have over the world and what sorts of machinations they've employed to see their game run smoothly, but for now we'll just chalk it up to coincidence

On a final note, I love that Chikara evolved Unmove to work through his camera lens, as it means that he doesn't need to use both eyes specifically and allows him to focus on a specific target. It's not as effective as the silhouette goggles that Nico created for him in the previous loop since those can isolate any image without limiting Chikara's vision, but it's a great starting point for what will likely be a new branch in his metaphorical skill tree

Here's hoping that we'll get to see some cool new tools for Chikara and the rest of the group in the next big action arc, which we must be approaching soon since we only have like 10 Negators left to recruit

[leet911]

If I Left

A tiny sliver of moon travels the night sky beyond Beatrice’s window.  She watches its journey across the backdrop of stars and she thinks about Ava.  “Go live your life”, Ava had said.  “Be free.”

But Beatrice doesn’t feel free.  Because the building may have changed, but she’s still here – in this place called the Cat’s Cradle – and she’s still waiting.  And the walls may be different, the Sister Warriors may be new, but Beatrice is just going through the motions.  Pray.  Train.  Prepare.  That hasn’t changed.  But without Ava nearby, without a clear adversary, it all seems so meaningless now.

So when the new recruits ask her for guidance, she speaks platitudes and quotes bible verses at them.  When they ask her for lessons, she doesn’t hold back on the sparring mats.  But every morning Sister Beatrice walks the Hall of Martyrs and stands before the Cruciform Sword.  The divinium blade rests inside a glass case, waiting for its wielder to return.

Beatrice too, waits for its wielder.  And every time, her eyes narrow, searching for the telltale glow from the blade.  Under her habit she wears the cross that once belonged to Sister Yasmine, the cross embedded with divinium so it glowed near the Warrior Nun.  “You should have this,” Sister Yasmine had said, and Beatrice had accepted with a nod.  They did not speak about why, though they both knew the reasons.

[Continued below, or on AO3]

So now Beatrice has new rituals.  She goes to see the Cruciform Sword on display every morning, looking for a sign.  When none comes, she trains the others, and waits.  And on the outside, Sister Beatrice seems as patient as ever.  She works the recruits hard, with a hand that’s kind but firm, her patience learned through her own experience, and those quixotic months she spent with Ava.  She prays with the recruits, sharing wisdom and insight.  Sister Beatrice appears as the model Sister Warrior.

But when she’s alone, when it’s just Beatrice in the dark, she holds the divinium pendant in her hand and her whispers are not for God.  They’re for Ava.  “I miss you so much.”

The night does not answer.  The stars above twinkle in impassive silence while the moon continues its trek.

She watches for hours, until the crescent nears the horizon.  When the divinium around her neck begins to glow, emitting a low hum, Beatrice doesn't believe it.  She clutches the cross, turns towards the door with her heart in her throat.  And there’s no knocking, no rattling, just the whine of the Halo as Ava phases right into the room.  “Bea.”

And Beatrice runs, her heart stuttering, her lungs fighting to take in air.  Ava is back.

Ava is back.

Her hair is longer, and her clothes are different, but she’s here.

She’s whole.

She’s saying Beatrice’s name.  “Bea.”

And she’s looking at Beatrice like that night in the bar that Beatrice remembers all too well.  She’s looking at Beatrice like there’s nothing else in the world worth looking at, and Beatrice is wishing the night would never end.

It’s only a few steps to close the distance, and Beatrice pulls her into a hug.  They fit, as though their bodies remember this, chins tucked into shoulders, arms encircling, breaths shaking.  The Halo pulses warm under Beatrice's hands.  Beatrice’s heart hasn’t stopped pounding.  Ava laughs and cries and smiles, and she feels right against Beatrice.  She smells of wilderness and sunlight and regret.

And they weep.

“Ava,” Beatrice whispers in awe, “tell me this is real, that this isn’t a dream.”

“I’m here, Bea.  It’s me.”  Ava’s lips brush against her cheek, gentle.  There are fingers that follow, the backs of knuckles lingering on Beatrice’s jaw.  And that’s all it takes before Beatrice reaches for Ava’s face, cups both her hands on it so she can kiss Ava properly.

This time the world doesn't hang in the balance, there isn't anything they need to rush off to do.  There's no evil to fight, no demon, no mission.  This time, when they kiss, it's like homecoming, like rebirth, like devotion and vows and promises.

And when they finally break for air, Beatrice clings to Ava, refusing to let go.  "Are you all right?"

"Never better."

Beatrice has so many questions, so many other things to ask.  "How—"

But Ava stops her, brushes away tears and blinks at her in the moonlight.  "No one knows I'm here.  I phased through the walls to find you.  I wanted to see you.  I had to see you."

And Beatrice has never wanted to be seen more than this.  “Ava—”  She tries once more, but again gets cut off.

“If I left,” Ava starts, louder than she intended perhaps.  But then her voice wavers, drops down to whisper.  Her eyes dart to the side, and the words are so soft they cut right through Beatrice.  “If I left, would you come with me?”

Beatrice shivers.  She remembers sunsets and mountains, Ava bathed in yellow in light.  There’s something about Ava and yellow light, the colour of warmth, of the sun — the colour of the Halo.  Beatrice remembers the bar, and the cramped apartment they kept.  She remembers the floor plan she asked Ava to memorize, which windows were safest to jump through if it came to that, which drawer in the kitchen held the proper knives.  But mostly Beatrice remembers shared smiles, lingering touches, almost kisses, the single bedroom and its lone bed.  She remembers morning light on Ava’s face, waking with their limbs tangled, Ava snoring lightly beside her.  And Beatrice remembers praying (praying) that they could stay there forever.

Beatrice remembers all of these things in an instant, and she answers immediately this time, before Ava can finish.  "Yes," Beatrice says, "I'll go with you.  Wherever you want."

Ava’s smile is miraculous, breathtaking, and Beatrice feels dizzy.  Because she remembers this smile.  And now that the world is not falling apart around them, Beatrice feels silly for ever having doubted.  “I love you, Ava.  I love you so much.”  And the words are not scary, they are necessary.

Ava’s fingers trace an eyebrow, circle around the outside of the eye, dance lightly down the cheek to settle under Beatrice’s lips.  “I know,” Ava whispers.  “I always knew.”

"I never told you."

Ava leans close, their noses touching, mouths just a breath apart.  "You didn't have to."

But Beatrice knows that’s not true.  Because Ava deserves to know she’s loved.  Ava.  Not the Warrior Nun, or the Halo-Bearer, but Ava.  Only Ava.

So Beatrice moves first this time, closes the gap between their lips.  This time, it’s not urgent, it’s hesitant, quiet, chaste, timeless.  She kisses Ava slowly, again and again, barely touching but always coming back.  In the night, the only sounds are the panting of their breath, the sniffling of their tears, and their kisses in the dark.

“I just want to love you,” Beatrice says, and Ava shudders.

This is worship.

[withpastremnantsarchives]

A cyborg is born 1-30-2024

The first human to receive an implant from Neuralink is recovering well, according to Elon Musk, marking the latest milestone for the emerging brain-computer interface industry. BCIs are aimed at helping people with traumatic injuries like paralysis, but if all goes well, Musk hopes to extend this to hearing and vision loss, and eventually merge humans with artificial intelligence. The implants use "ultra-fine" threadlike electrodes to detect and help transmit "neuron spikes," or the electrical and chemical signals in participants' brains.

Quote: "The first @Neuralink product is called Telepathy," Musk wrote on X. "Enables control of your phone or computer, and through them almost any device, just by thinking. Initial users will be those who have lost the use of their limbs. Imagine if Stephen Hawking could communicate faster than a speed typist or auctioneer. That is the goal."

The FDA gave Neuralink approval for clinical trials on humans in May 2023, prompting the company to start recruiting candidates in September. The neurotech firm has already shown success with extensive tests on primates, such as monkeys that have been able to move cursors or play video games like "Pong" using just their brains. Some of Neuralink's activities have been criticized for their surgical work, but the in-human clinical trial marks one step closer toward commercialization, especially for a startup that's reportedly valued at around $5B.

Not the only show in town: The latest development casts another spotlight on Musk's ability to allocate time to his many ventures at the same time as shoring up social platform X and electric vehicle maker Tesla (TSLA). Most of Neuralink's competitors are also not publicly traded, including Synchron, Onward, Precision Neuroscience and Blackrock Neurotech. Where Neuralink stands ahead of the pack is the ability for its device to go deeper into the brain, as well as containing far more electrodes that target individual neurons (instead of groups or clusters), with the aim of offering a higher degree of precision. 

[amitypatna]

Hunting For The Top B.Com Colleges In Patna— Curriculum, Career & More!

You might have heard of this popular quote by Nelson Mandela— “Education is the most powerful weapon which you can use to change the world”. This quote is more than enough to describe the power of education. But what happens when the potential goes in the wrong direction? In regards to this, we will discuss which institution is the best when it comes to quality education, and what is the top-most course in commerce that can direct you towards a brighter future.

When it comes to pursuing a top commerce degree then choosing a Bachelor of Commerce (B.Com)  degree is an ideal option. Talking about Patna, Amity University stands out as a premier institution. Known for its comprehensive curriculum, experienced faculty, and modern facilities, Amity University, Patna,is undoubtedly one of the best B.Com colleges in Bihar. A well-rounded educational experience is offered by Amity, that prepares students for successful careers in commerce and related fields. Let’s see why it is the best.

Curriculum At Amity, Patna

The B.Com program at Amity, Patna, is designed in such a way that covers a plethora of subjects which is essential for a deep understanding of commerce. The curriculum includes:

Accounting and Finance: This provides students with a solid foundation in subjects like— financial principles, accounting practices, and financial management.

Business Law and Ethics: It makes students understand the legal aspects of business operations and the importance of ethical practices.

Economics: The economics part covers both microeconomics and macroeconomics to help students understand market dynamics and economic policies.

Marketing: An understanding of the fundamentals of marketing strategies, consumer behavior, and market research is equally crucial.

Human Resource Management: The curriculum gives a strong focus on the people management within organizations, including recruitment, training, and development.

Information Technology in Business: Integrating modern technology with business practices to prepare students for the digital age is the finest aspect of Amity’s curriculum.

Career Opportunities In Patna

A B.Com degree from Amity University, Patna, opens up a wide range of career opportunities. Graduates can pursue careers in various sectors such as:

Banking and Finance: Roles in investment banking, retail banking, financial analysis, and advisory services.

Accounting and Auditing: Positions in accounting firms, corporate finance departments, and audit companies.

Business Management: Opportunities in management roles across different industries.

Marketing and Sales: Careers in advertising, market research, sales management, and digital marketing.

Human Resources: Roles in HR management, training and development, and talent acquisition.

To Sum Up!

Selecting the right institution to pursue your B.Com degree is crucial for establishing a strong foundation in your career. Amity University, Patna, with its robust curriculum, excellent faculty, and myriad opportunities for growth, stands out as one of the best B.Com colleges in Patna. When you invest in quality education at a reputed institution like Amity University, you steer your potential in the right direction, paving the way for a successful and fulfilling career. Enroll Now! Source: https://amityuniversitypatna.blogspot.com/2024/09/hunting-for-top-bcom-colleges-in-patna.html

[ghlagatindotcom]

Cleaning firm opens portal for cleaners recruitment, quotes GHS5,000 salary for qualified applicants

A local Travel & cleaning Agency based in Accra has made public its plan to hire cleaners to Dubai, which is a startling employment from the cleaneing industry in Ghana. This decision is made by the Ghanaian travel & cleaning agency in support of the government’s efforts to lower the country’s unemployment rate. Among industry participants, the decision has caused tense discussions and raised…

[mightymoves]

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The method of moving likewise invests in some opportunity to get all that you need and have to do as per your longings and prerequisites. While you need to move your home or office, you can likewise have a few dread or stress of harming your important and cherished merchandise. In this equivalent circumstance, you can contact Packers and Movers in India to diminish such issues at the earliest opportunity.

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[trektotes]

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The method of moving likewise invests in some opportunity to get all that you need and have to do as per your longings and prerequisites. While you need to move your home or office, you can likewise have a few dread or stress of harming your important and cherished merchandise. In this equivalent circumstance, you can contact Packers and Movers in India to diminish such issues at the earliest opportunity.

Legitimate Written Quote:

With a moving and pressing organization, you can get an appropriate composed statement free of charge. This statement would incorporate their charges and express the agreements of recruiting the firm. In any case, recruiting an arbitrary transporter for House moving in India might imply that you need to pay additional charges for fuel, alongside other secret costs. He could likewise not give you a composed statement that is appropriate in any capacity, and afterward you could wind up caught in a circumstance where he expands the energizes while pressing your things and you have no desk work to demonstrate what was settled upon between you.

[glidemoverss]

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The method of moving likewise invests in some opportunity to get all that you need and have to do as per your longings and prerequisites. While you need to move your home or office, you can likewise have a few dread or stress of harming your important and cherished merchandise. In this equivalent circumstance, you can contact Packers and Movers in India to diminish such issues at the earliest opportunity.

Legitimate Written Quote:

With a moving and pressing organization, you can get an appropriate composed statement free of charge. This statement would incorporate their charges and express the agreements of recruiting the firm. In any case, recruiting an arbitrary transporter for House moving in India might imply that you need to pay additional charges for fuel, alongside other secret costs. He could likewise not give you a composed statement that is appropriate in any capacity, and afterward you could wind up caught in a circumstance where he expands the energizes while pressing your things and you have no desk work to demonstrate what was settled upon between you.

[cargohives]

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The method of moving likewise invests in some opportunity to get all that you need and have to do as per your longings and prerequisites. While you need to move your home or office, you can likewise have a few dread or stress of harming your important and cherished merchandise. In this equivalent circumstance, you can contact Packers and Movers in India to diminish such issues at the earliest opportunity.

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[glidepacks]

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The method of moving likewise invests in some opportunity to get all that you need and have to do as per your longings and prerequisites. While you need to move your home or office, you can likewise have a few dread or stress of harming your important and cherished merchandise. In this equivalent circumstance, you can contact Packers and Movers in India to diminish such issues at the earliest opportunity.

Legitimate Written Quote:

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[mightymove]

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The method of moving likewise invests in some opportunity to get all that you need and have to do as per your longings and prerequisites. While you need to move your home or office, you can likewise have a few dread or stress of harming your important and cherished merchandise. In this equivalent circumstance, you can contact Packers and Movers in India to diminish such issues at the earliest opportunity.

Legitimate Written Quote:

With a moving and pressing organization, you can get an appropriate composed statement free of charge. This statement would incorporate their charges and express the agreements of recruiting the firm. In any case, recruiting an arbitrary transporter for House moving in India might imply that you need to pay additional charges for fuel, alongside other secret costs. He could likewise not give you a composed statement that is appropriate in any capacity, and afterward you could wind up caught in a circumstance where he expands the energizes while pressing your things and you have no desk work to demonstrate what was settled upon between you.

[glidemovers]

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Nowadays, moving starting with one spot then onto the next is an intense and unpleasant errand particularly when you don't much with regards to the best Packers and Movers administrations. Whenever you are good to go to move your home or office, you need to confront various irritating, irritating and undesirable issues. There are a lot of things that must be done in the method of moving. You can comprehend something else about these moving, for example, pressing of merchandise, stacking, moving, dumping, unloading, and so forth

The method of moving likewise invests in some opportunity to get all that you need and have to do as per your longings and prerequisites. While you need to move your home or office, you can likewise have a few dread or stress of harming your important and cherished merchandise. In this equivalent circumstance, you can contact Packers and Movers in India to diminish such issues at the earliest opportunity.

Legitimate Written Quote:

With a moving and pressing organization, you can get an appropriate composed statement free of charge. This statement would incorporate their charges and express the agreements of recruiting the firm. In any case, recruiting an arbitrary transporter for House moving in India might imply that you need to pay additional charges for fuel, alongside other secret costs. He could likewise not give you a composed statement that is appropriate in any capacity, and afterward you could wind up caught in a circumstance where he expands the energizes while pressing your things and you have no desk work to demonstrate what was settled upon between you.

[trektote]

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Nowadays, moving starting with one spot then onto the next is an intense and unpleasant errand particularly when you don't much with regards to the best Packers and Movers administrations. Whenever you are good to go to move your home or office, you need to confront various irritating, irritating and undesirable issues. There are a lot of things that must be done in the method of moving. You can comprehend something else about these moving, for example, pressing of merchandise, stacking, moving, dumping, unloading, and so forth

The method of moving likewise invests in some opportunity to get all that you need and have to do as per your longings and prerequisites. While you need to move your home or office, you can likewise have a few dread or stress of harming your important and cherished merchandise. In this equivalent circumstance, you can contact Packers and Movers in India to diminish such issues at the earliest opportunity.

Legitimate Written Quote:

With a moving and pressing organization, you can get an appropriate composed statement free of charge. This statement would incorporate their charges and express the agreements of recruiting the firm. In any case, recruiting an arbitrary transporter for House moving in India might imply that you need to pay additional charges for fuel, alongside other secret costs. He could likewise not give you a composed statement that is appropriate in any capacity, and afterward you could wind up caught in a circumstance where he expands the energizes while pressing your things and you have no desk work to demonstrate what was settled upon between you.