#I wanna tie myself to weapons shipments but I do need to be around for my sisters

[tothesolarium]

Didn’t mean to post that last post on this blog but I’ll keep it up. I’ve been against the occupation of Palestinian since I learned about the topic about 2-3 years ago. I’m against colonization and abuse in general✨. This is not hate against Jewish people, as Jewish people are not the oppressive government or it’s army that is claiming to doing a good. There are much smarter people than me on the topic, but I have tried to learn as much as I can.

I really recommend the Fateful Triangle by Noam Chomsky. Just reading the intros will get the point across, but the state of Israel is a power grab for oil and control of the east - not an act of care for Jewish people

Or listen to Palestinians who have lived through this or are living through this. My first introduction to what was going on, other than growing up in a Christian conservative household that acted like Israel was good and always there. Was a classmate in my history and colonialism class. He talked about how his grandmother still wore the key to her old house that had been bulldozed to make apartments for settlers.

This is not a new issue. It’s an on going attempt at genocide

[gubler-me-up]

Lost in Translation

Request(s): Hey :) Can i make a Spencer request? Something like that episode in Mexico, with a bilingual reader please <3 Like a trip and he realizes that the reader can speak Spanish, he's kinda mesmerized and she helps the team to get more information about the unsub

hey beautiful :) could u write something (literally anything) where the reader speaks another language or like they have an australian accent or smthg and they have to like translate for the team and spencer just thinks it’s the hottest thing in the world and then the reader gets real worked up and starts yelling in the other language and spencer is just like skdkdmend,,,,u don’t have to if u don’t wanna but like i love u sm ur amazing 

A/N: Thanks for the first request @cryingforwill​ and shout out to the anon who sent the second request! Can y’all believe this is my last fic of 2020? Being posted early? New year, new me (maybe)! Thank you to everyone who has been reading and supporting my work for the last four months of 2020 you literally ROCK 🗣 btw I am by no means bilingual (maybe a lil French but that’s it) so all the Spanish being spoken in this fic is straight from Google Translate so pls forgive me if it doesn’t translate properly and if you’re like me and don’t know Spanish pls have Google Translate on deck while reading

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!reader

Category: Fluff

Content warning: Swearing, semi-nudity, mentions of violence 

Word count: 2k

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It was rare that the team travelled abroad for a case but when an unsub was on the run to Mexico they had no choice to follow their tracks. The team landed in Mexico within a day of finding out the unsub had fled. They didn’t waste time scoping out places the unsub could possibly be according to eyewitness reports.

Unfortunately for Spencer he got stuck with surveilling at the beach with Morgan in the hot sun. They made sure to dress for the part by wearing swim trunks and sunglasses. Well, that’s what Morgan was wearing. Spencer opted to wear a white t-shirt,  brown khaki pants and a pair of black converse.

Morgan had begged him to change into something else so he wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Spencer insisted that if he just stayed on the outskirts of the beach he would look like a tourist sightseeing. The explanation earned him an eye roll and look of disappointment from Morgan.

No matter the amount of disappointment Morgan felt, the surveillance plan went as planned. Morgan went on the beach to blend in with locals and tourists so he could ask people if they had seen the unsub as well as scoping the area for him. Spencer stayed just at the border of the beach surveilling the area. Whenever someone would pass by he would ask them if they had seen the unsub.

From a handful of people ignoring him to them just giving him a weird look, he felt as if he actually did look a bit weird in his attire. He sighed and decided it might be best if he did some surveillance from the car with his pair of binoculars. Before he could turn around to leave, a volleyball hit his feet.

He looked down and picked it up. He had no idea why he picked it up considering he didn’t know who to give it to. Even if he did he wouldn’t embarrass himself trying to hit it back to the person it belonged to. Volleyball was apart of his long list of sports he wasn’t good at.

“Hey, sorry, that’s mine.”

He looked in the direction of where the voice was yelling. He raised his eyebrows in surprise as he saw a gorgeous woman running towards him. He tried to be respectful and not stare for too long considering she was wearing a bikini. He didn’t want her to think he was a creep or even worse, the unsub.

She smiled as she made her way right in front of him. She held out her hands for him to give her back the ball. He looked down at her hands and then at his. He silently went “oh” as he realized he still had the ball in his hand.

“Sorry,” he said as he handed her the ball.

She looked him up and down with a questionable look. She looked back at his face. Spencer for sure thought she was going to treat him like the rest and pretend he just wasn’t there. To his surprise she smiled at him.

“¿Eres de eta zona?” She asked.

He shook his head. “No, no lo soy.”

She giggled. “Por la forma en que mataste tu sentencia, puedo decir que eres de los Estados Unidos.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Supongo que eras de la zona.”

She nodded her head. She reached into her bikini top. He watched carefully to see what she was about to pull out. He then realized there’s no way she could be hiding a weapon in her bikini top so he strayed his eyes away from her breast.

She saw how flustered he had become and laughed at how his pale face turned red. She pulled out her I.D. card to show him who she was. He looked at her surprised when he read her identification.

“My name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I’m originally from America myself but I opted to work for the Policía Federal after serving my time as a special agent at the FBI California headquarters. I’m here to be of assistance to you and your team, agent,” she said.

“How did you know I was-”

“My team was informed by your unit chief, Aaron Hotchner, that an unsub had crossed over to our borders, so we know everyone on your team. Also, no one dresses like that unless they’re undercover.”

Spencer looked down at his attire. He guessed Morgan had a valid point of him sticking out. She laughed and grabbed his hand to escort him onto the beach. He hesitantly held back.

“I hate sand in my shoes,” he complained.

“Well, you should have worn sandals. Aren’t you the genius of the group? Dr. Spencer Reid? How come you didn’t think of that?” She questioned as she yanked him onto the beach.

Spencer trailed behind her unwillingly. He could already feel the sand seeping into his shoes already. He would have been more upset but he was entering the beach for some reason Y/N hadn’t explained to him yet. Since she was on their side, there wasn’t a direct reason not to trust her.

“I wasn’t going to go onto the beach. My partner, Derek Morgan, is surveilling the beach,” he explained.

“The beach is the best part to surveil though. Seems to me you got the short end of the stick,” she said.

“It’s the stick I chose and I’m fine with it,” he said.

She giggled. “Tonto, tonto chico.”

“Uh, gracias?”

She led him over to an area where there was a blue beach towel set up with a cloth bag on it. She let his hand go and kneeled on the towel. He looked at her strangely as he watched her ruffling through her bag. She pulled out a bottle of sunscreen.

“Can you apply sunscreen to my back please?” She asked.

“I-I don’t know if-”

“Do you want to blend in or not, khaki pants?”

He looked down at his pants before looking back at her. She reached the bottle out to him and he didn’t feel as if he had a better option so he took it from her. She smiled as she scooted down to make some room for him to kneel behind her.

He went behind her and kneeled. He opened it up and squeezed a good amount on his hands. He rubbed his hands together before he started applying it to her lower back. He had to admit her skin was the softest thing he had ever touched.

“Crees que puedes seguirme si hablo español durante esta conversación?” She asked

“Intentaré,” he said.

“Excelente. Tengo un hueso personal que elegir con su sospechoso,” she said.

“Que hizo…Wait, what are you doing?” He asked.

Y/N reached one hand to the back of her bikini top and untied it. She held the front of it with her free hand so her breasts wouldn’t spill out, flustering Spencer anymore than he already was. She looked back at him with a smile as she saw him turn red again.

“You need to get the whole of my back,” she said.

“Uh…I guess?” He said.

“You sound unsure. Wait until you have to do the front,” she said.

“I what?” He choked.

“I’m kidding. We’ll save that possibility for another time,” she said with a wink before turning her head.

Spencer’s mouth was gaped open but he couldn’t find the words to say back to her. He honestly didn’t know what would be the appropriate way to respond to her. If Morgan was there he probably would have been even more disappointed by the way he was acting around Y/N.

“Your unsub, Eric Brown, almost killed my partner,” she said.

“I heard,” Spencer softly said.

“Ese hijo de puta nos sorprendió. Le disparó a mi compañero en el cuello y si no estuviera allí para evitar que se desangrara, habría estado muerto,” she said, gradually becoming louder in her tone.

“Lamento que tu y tu pareja hayan sido víctimas de él,” he said.

“¿Ser víctima de él? Si vuelvo a ver a ese hijo de puta voy a hacer que me caiga víctima,” she yelled.

He let her have her little moment because he knew how upsetting being in that type of situation could be. Even though he was upset for her, he couldn’t help think her yelling was tantalizing. It didn’t help he was enjoying rubbing her back with sunscreen and feeling her soft skin over and over again.

“Estamos aquí para ayudar en todo lo que podamos. Queremos hacer justicia a su pareja y a las otras víctimas de Brown,” Spencer said.

She turned around to look at him with a smile. He smiled back at her as he took his hands off of her. She looked down at the string that dangled at her side and then looked back at him. He didn’t need her to say anything and grabbed both strings on both sides of her to tie it around her back.

“Eres muy dulce, Spencer. Le devolveré el favor diciéndole esto: escuché de un informante hoy que Brown intentará esconderse en un carro de cargamento de drogas que se dirige a Cuba,” she said.

“Really?” He asked in shock.

“Sí. The shipment leaves in six hours, but the dock isn’t too far from here. If my hunch is right, he isn’t staying too far from the dock,” she said.

“Reid.”

They both looked up to see Morgan walking their way. Spencer immediately got up and dusted the sand off his pants. Y/N also got up and picked up all of her belongings off of the ground.

“Morgan, I-uh…I know what this might seem like but I was-um.”

“Hi, my name’s Y/N Y/L/N. I’m with the Policía Federal. I was informing agent Reid about Brown’s possible whereabouts,” she said.

“Yeah, apparently, he’s going to get on a drug shipment to Cuba in six hours,” Spencer whispered.

“He’s most likely hiding out somewhere north of Cancun,” she said.

“Great. Thanks for the information. Are your units scouting the area out?” Morgan asked.

She nodded. “Yes, but we’re not trying to penetrate the area directly. We have no idea what kind of people Brown has paired up with and he’s already attacked one of our own before, so we’re treading lightly.”

“Fair. I guess we’ll meet in six hours to catch him,” Morgan said as he reached out his hand.

Y/N grabbed it and shook it. “We definitely will, agent.”

As she let go of his hand, she looked over at Spencer. She smiled and reached out her hand. She noticed his hesitation to grab it, so she did him the favour and latched into his hand. She pulled him in and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

“Gracias por aplicarme protector solar en la espalda. Tal vez después de atrapar a este hijo de puta, podamos ser más íntimos,” she said into his ear.

She pulled away from him and saw that confused yet intrigued look on his face again. She laughed before waving them both goodbye. They both watched as she walked off from their sight into the overcrowded beach.

Morgan flopped his arm around Spencer’s shoulders. Spencer looked at Morgan to see a grin spanning from ear to ear. He sighed as he already knew what Morgan was going to say.

“So you spent the time you were supposed to be surveilling rubbing on a hottie’s back?” Morgan asked

“How about we don’t talk about it?” Spencer said as he shrugged off Morgan’s arm and started to walk away.

“You can’t keep your secret move from me,” Morgan said as he walked behind him.

“What secret move?” Spencer asked.

“The “standing there out of place but yet attract all the ladies to me” move,” Morgan said.

Spencer smirked. “I would teach you if I knew why it happened.”

Morgan chuckled. “You know what, I think I’m more content with you finally not knowing an answer for something than I am with you getting a potential date.”

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[free-pancakes]

Ok this is super cheesy but here goes; hanji: "you don't look like a professional criminal" levi: "oh sorry, let me go make myself look like Hannibal lector or something" sorry its rlly cheap but I wanna see some sort of crime au or whatever. Love ur drabbles btw! Keep it up! :)

oh gosh anon, this has been sitting in my inbox for months, i'm so sorry! might be a lil boring, but! i'm all for stupid levihan banter and it made me really happy to write this :) hope u like it!

Under the cover of night, a hooded figure crept through darkness. On the security cameras, it was nothing but a questionable shadow—blink once and it was gone. That’s how it always went.

“What the—“

Reiner turned, peering down the outdoor alleyway. His fellow security guard was no longer standing under a small lamp hanging above the corner of the building.

“B-Bertholdt?” he called?

Before Reiner could call out once more, he heard a voice whispering behind him into his right ear.

“If you open the door, I’ll let you off easy.”

Eyeing the crowbar on the ground, Reiner reached quickly. But he was too late—a hand grabbed him by the forearm. He struggled and was quickly brought to the ground.

“How could someone so small bring me down so fast??” he thought. Before he could even elbow back, he felt a needle sink into his neck, and he yelled out.

The hooded figure stood up.

“Just a small sedative—don’t worry. You won’t remember that a guy half your size took u down in less than...” He peered at his wristwatch—“20 seconds.”

As the hooded teen stood up, a small buzz vibrated in his pocket.

He unlocked his phone, the glow lighting up his face, the dark circles under his eyes now looking much more prominent.

A text from Erwin: “Levi, thermal imaging shows no one else in the building. Meet back with Nanaba in an hour.”

Levi shoved his phone back into his pocket, and got to work. He lifted a limp Reiner off the ground and dragged his arm up to the sensor, pressing his thumb against the fingerprint scanner—“Access Granted” blinked on the small screen as he heard the little click of the door unlocking from the inside. He dusted his hands off on his grey denim jeans, and crept inside.

The slight squeaking of his sneakers on the metal floor panels echoed as he searched for the room he was looking for. On his way he saw a pair of glasses resting on a side table at the end of a hallway, which he found quite strange—who’d just forget their glasses? Erwin confirmed no one else was around. After a few seconds, he decided to shrug it off.

Finally, he reached the last door in the winding hallway. Shining a special penlight, he watched as fingerprints appeared on the keypad on the doorknob, and once he figured out his code, he punched it in with the end of his penlight, and he was in.

Levi breathed a sigh of relief, and pulled down his hood. His least favorite part of the job—he had always been more of the fighter of their team, the brawn, not exactly the brains. But Mike made sure he learned how to break into computer systems, and Levi absolutely hated that process, with Mike’s constant teasing at how dense his brain was to this stuff. Levi grumbled as he sat down, figuring his way in.

Maybe 10 minutes passed, and he continued to struggle figuring his way through the complicated firewalls. In frustration he buried his head into hands for a few seconds, and took a deep breath. Before he could look back up, he suddenly felt a hand pat his back encouragingly.

“There, there, you almost got it!”

Completely startled, Levi jumped up, knocking down the chair he was sitting on and assumed a fighting stance, fists up beside his face. He was caught off guard and completely unprepared: he had no more sedative syringes left, no other weapons on hand. He stared at the person who stood before him, probably the same age as him—no more than 19—a smile on their face, brown hair falling out of the poor hair tie trying to hold the mess up, a can of soda in their right hand and a small bag of chips in their left and— they were wearing the same pair of glasses he saw outside?

His mind raced.

How did they sneak in without him noticing just now? Why are they holding snacks in their hands? Why in God’s name were they smiling at him? And most importantly, they were wearing those glasses, so they had to have been around when a Erwin did the thermal scan—how did they manage to go undetected??

Obnoxious crunching roused him from his thoughts. Mouth full of half-chewed chips, they answered: “Oh! Yes! My friend Moblit and I managed to invent this little guy help us evade thermal scanners! No one knows we’ve been spending nights here for years!” They said as they pointed down to a small metal band around their ankle.

Levi was so shocked, he didn’t even realized he said that last thought out loud. He didn’t know what to do exactly, but they didn’t… seem like a threat…

Levi grumbled, and returned to his work, and she blabbered on and on about how their “cooling band” or whatever the hell they called it work as he kept trying to break through the firewall. He almost regretted not tying them up and slapping tape over their mouth so he could concentrate—the next comment was the last straw.

“You’re pretty scrawny, I was quite shocked when I watched you take down those 2 buffoons that call themselves security guards. You know… you don't look like a professional criminal!”

Levi almost threw the keyboard against the wall.

“Oh sorry, let me go make myself look like Hannibal Lector or something, Four-Eyes!”

They smiled.

“Wow, a nickname! So we’re friends already, Levi!”

Levi paused, “…How did you know my name?”

“It’s right here! Levi Ackerman… Address: 126—“ they listed off as they read off the driver’s license ID they pulled out of his wallet.

Levi snatched his wallet back. “When the hell did you take that??”

He almost screamed in annoyance. “Instead of just sitting here annoying the hell out of me or some shit, why don’t you help me or something??”

They walked up behind Levi, rested their chin nonchalantly on his shoulder, and reached their arms around him towards the keyboard.

Levi felt blood rush to his cheeks. Why—what? Why did they have to type this way?? Why was he blushing??

And in less than 30 seconds, they broke into the computer, the “Zeke Inc.” logo disappearing, and the desktop glowing, open on the screen.

Levi’s jaw dropped, and when he finally registered what happened, he yelled:

“WHY DIDN’T YOU DO THAT FROM THE BEGINNING??”

They put their hands on their hips and retorted:

“Well, you didn’t ask until now!”

Before Levi could flip the desk in frustration, an alarm sounded from his phone. He only had 5 minutes left before he had to make his way out of there. Quickly, he rushed in, scrolling through shipments for supplies, rerouting their destinations.

“Oh… so you’re like a… a gloomy Robin Hood huh? Small boy steals from big boy company to distribute resources to those who need it? A criminal… or an anti-hero maybe!”

“Oh wait!” They leaned in next to Levi once more—“Here, this is faster,” they whispered while hitting a few more keyboard shortcuts, doubling the amount of shipments.

“Hange, what are you doing??” A young boy stood in the doorway, the same metal band on his ankle.

Levi’s alarm sounded, and he began to wipe down the keyboard of his fingerprints and grab his backpack.

“Hange are you sure we can trust him?” Moblit asked as Hange took off the metal band from their ankle.

Hange winked in response.

“Oi, Levi!”

Levi turned in the doorway, quickly raising his hands to catch the band Hange threw at him.

“Take it!” They yelled, and the heavy door shut right in front of him, leaving him alone in his thoughts.

Levi stared at the band in his palm, and gently wrapped his fingers around it.

“Thanks,” he whispered, and ran off.

As Levi ran under the night sky, he looked at the intricate tech in his hand, and noticed the color yellow peeking out from under it. Flipping it over in his palm, he found a yellow sticky note, which read:

“We’ll trade you our tech for housing if you have space, gloomy Robin Hood! Maybe we could even steal from something big like Marley Corp. someday! If you’re in, find me back here tomorrow night! - Four-Eyes”

Levi carefully folded the note and put it in his pocket.

“Levi?” Nanaba called as he approached.

“Didn’t recognize you—are you… happy about something?”

Levi inadvertently reached his hand up to his face, feeling how his lips curved upwards. He couldn’t remember the last time he ever smiled. His mind was fixated on the note in his pocket, the image of Hange’s face smiling at him etched clearly in his mind.

“…I guess I am, Nana.”

[kitkatd7]

Operation Light Beam - Part 1

Summary: Hydra uses a blinding technique on all the Avengers for a year. You’re the first one to get your sight back…but you can’t tell them. Hydra is still listening, and it could cost the teams’ lives if you tell them. Can you save your adopted family? And will you get the chance to tell Bucky how you feel?

Warnings: Mutual pining, language, Violence, Death.

Word Count: 2,721

Authors Note: Notes, Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated! There is a taglist for this series, let me know if you want to be added to any of my taglists!

Thanks for reading my trash!😊

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Rushing around the corner outside of the warehouse you fired 3 rounds from your 22, quickly taking out the guards stationed at the door. Screeching to a halt before the door. Swiftly kneeling next to the doorknob, you pulled out your lock pick and easily undid the simple lock. Cheapskates. If they wanted to keep the Avengers out, they should get better doors.

“Guess I’ll have to thank Natasha sometime for showing me how to do that.” you muttered under your breath as you walked down the corridor of the supposedly abandoned building.

“Why don’t you just thank me now?” you heard from behind you.

Whirling around, to face her, you took in the familiar figure dressed in her typical black cat suit, hair tied back, guns in hand.

“Some other time, I’ve got a job to do at the moment.” You sassed, turning around once more to continue walking down the hall. “Speaking of jobs Nat, I thought you were supposed to go to the west entrance.” You questioned, continuing your way inside, checking the rooms as you went.

“Yeah, well, I was going to. Then Steve told me you would need help.” She joked, following you down the hallway, watching the door you had come through. “No, they actually added an extra 20 guards there, so Tony said to worry about them later.” She murmured to you.

“Was that too much for the Black Widow to handle?” you teased.

“Don’t worry about me, Princess. I just came to watch you work- and save your ass when you take on too much.” She replied, amusement sparkling in her eyes and laughter in her voice.

Shooting her a poisonous glare you rounded the next corner, taking out the 4 guards at the next doorway. “Still think I can’t handle myself?” you spat back, a mixture of humor and anger at the implement that you needed a babysitter.

” Oh, c’mon Y/N, I know you can take care of yourself! It’s Bucky who’s worried about you…ya know, after what happened last mission.” She trailed off, afraid to bring it up the lecture that had taken place too many times.

You had heard it from every member of the team. Some of them had given you the speech more than once. It was always somewhere along the lines of “you need to be more careful! What if next time its worse!” or “you don’t know when to slow down! What happens when you get yourself into something you can’t handle, and we aren’t around to save you?!”

Okay so maybe you could be a little reckless, but it always worked out.

Well, almost always. Last time things had taken a bad turn and ended with you being shot in the stomach. But that had been months ago. When were they going to let it go? Besides, you had made a full recovery and were back to doing what you loved- kicking ass.

Shaking away the memories, you stepped over the guards who were laying on the ground, unmoving. Pushing through the double doors and into the warehouse storeroom with Nat, you both started firing rapidly at the Hydra agents occupying the large room. Turning your attention to the 10 agents left in front of you, you quickly started shooting again. Bam, one down. Bam, bam, bam, bam. 5 down, 5 to go. Raising your weapon once more, you aimed at your next target, squeezing the trigger. Click. Damn it! You needed to reload, and you didn’t have time, they were running towards you, grabbing their guns on the way.

Thinking fast, you rolled behind the large boxes stacked on the huge shelves that ran the length of the entire room. Keeping your eyes trained on your attackers, you dropped the magazine out of your gun while grabbing a full one out of your vest. Rapidly inserting it into your gun, pulling back the slide and loading a round into the chamber you raised your pistol once more, firing and taking out the 3 agents furthest from you before dropping your weapon. Running around the corner of the shelves you grabbed the agent closest to you, twisting the gun out of her hand and grasping the back of her head with your other hand before driving your knee upwards and slamming her head against it. releasing her as she crumpled to the ground. Easily evading the punch thrown at you by the remaining guard, you swiftly twisted his outstretched arm around to his back, turning him so you were behind him as well, forcing his hand up towards his head as he screamed in agony and dropped to his knees. Taking his gun from the back of his belt you put it against his head. “Talk.” You growled.

Looking up, you see Nat casually walking towards you. Her side of the storehouse room now littered with bodies of unmoving agents.

“I swear I don’t know anything! Please don’t hurt me...” the guard pleaded.

“You don’t know what you guarding? Or why?” Nat questioned, crouching in front of him and tipping his chin towards the light overhead. Shaking his head vigorously, he started rambling, “I don’t know what it is! All I know is they called it Operation Light Beam! I didn’t even want this job, but they offered me 10 grand, for 1 week of work! Please let me go.”

You looked at Natasha and could tell she had thought the same thing. 10 thousand dollars is a lot of money, especially when they were only supposed to be guarding a few sniper rifles, a shipment of Accuracy International AW50’s you had been told, military grade guns for destroying ammunition dumps, boats and light armored vehicles mostly. Something wasn't right here. No one pays security that much for a single shipment of those guns. Drugs maybe, but not guns.

Or something worse.

“We need to go, and we need to tell the team about this.” you tell Nat, while securing the guards hands behind his back with a zip tie. “We will, but first let's take care of him.” she says as you walk around to face him, seeing his eyes widen at the implication of her words. “Relax, we won't kill you, but when you wake up, you’ll have one hell of a headache.” she told him before raising her gun and bashing him over the head with the butt of it, watching him slump to the ground. “There, he should be out for at least a few hours at least. Now let’s go.”

Exiting through the door on the opposite side of the room, you started to dispatch over your comms the information you got out of the guard to the rest of the team. You were halfway through your task when the line turned to static. “Comms are down. Now what?” you asked, looking towards your best friend and trainer. “Now we go find the boys. Clint said he’s in the east wing with Barnes. Let's head there first.”

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Entering another large storeroom, you see that this one looks much like the one you and Natasha had left; unmoving agents lay scattered across the floor. Dead or unconscious, you couldn’t tell.

Raking the room with your eyes, you notice Clint standing in the corner of the room, furthest from the doorway, bow in hand with an arrow knocked in place. The only acknowledgement from him is a small nod. Looking to the side, you spot Bucky, dressed in the standard black tactical gear, crouching over a large metal shipping box, filled with the AW50’s, you suspected.

Your gaze travels back to Bucky. Damn he looked good in gear. The pants tight on his ass, making his thighs look sinful, your eyes lingered there for a moment. Focus Y/N, now is not the time to get distracted. you tell yourself. Glancing over at Nat, you find her staring at you and smirking. Damn it. She had caught you gaping at him.

Forcing yourself to focus, you try the comms again. Nothing.

Walking over to the super soldier, you peer inside the box to see a... Transmitter? Not the rifles you had been expecting.

“There’s another 11 of these over there.” he tells you, gesturing to a shelf of identical boxes. “Do you think they are related to this Operation Light, or whatever it is?”

“Operation Light Beam, and yes, I think it’s connected. The only question is how.” you said, trailing off into thought.

“That’s where you’re wrong, Doll. The question is what is the Operation in general.” he replied, standing up so he was towering over you.

God, why did he have to be so tall and handsome and have such a smooth voice and rich laugh. Not to mention those eyes...you could get lost in those gorgeous blue orbs. And when he called you doll...Oh you wanted nothing more than to kiss those perfectly pink lips.

You were pulled back to reality when a flash of metal crossed in front of your face. Bucky was waving his hand before your eyes trying to get you to focus. You had been staring again. Shit. “Sorry, what were you saying?” you muttered, blushing madly and averting your eyes. We’re on a mission. I need to pay attention. You scold yourself mentally.

“I said Steve and Wanda should be here any minute, so we should pack this stuff up.” He repeats himself. But he doesn’t seem to be paying much attention to the task at hand either, his gaze raking down and then back up your body, loving the way the black cat suit shows off your curves, his eyes lingering on your lips. All of this goes unnoticed to you, as you’re still finding the floor very interesting.

“Hey love birds! Wanna help us move these boxes so Stark can send a jet to get em?” Clint yelled at both of you, startling you and causing you to pull away. “Oh, um right.” you mutter, walking over to help.

The team and you had just finished moving most of the boxes to the loading dock when Steve busted through the door, Wanda close behind him. Steve slammed the door behind them and then they sprinted to where you were staring at them, weapons in hand even though it was your teammates. Ready for something to come barreling through the door they had just entered.

“We gotta leave now.” The captain ordered, sounding every bit the part.

“This was a trap.” Said Wanda. “They have a large scale Perimeter Light Beam. One bigger than I have ever seen. And it is attached to a transmitter that could-”

“I’m sorry, what exactly is a Perimeter Light Beam?” interrupted Bucky.

“Operation Light Beam.” you mutter, “This all makes sense now. They have transmitters exactly like the ones in those boxes, except attached to a large scale receiver and beam system that could potentially blind a city if Hydra wanted. We can’t leave, we have to destroy it before they use it.”

“If it can really do that, then we should leave and come back with reinforcements.” Bucky argues.

“You know we can’t do that Buck! If they move it, we won't be able to find it again. We only found it this time by tracking down a gun's dealer, Hydra is obviously trying to cover their tracks really well, so we may not get the chance again. We have to do something about this now.”

“Y/N is right. We need to take it down.” Clint says, looking at them each in turn. “We have to do it while we still can. Who’s in?”

“Well I have to go to make sure neither of you get yourselves killed.” Natasha states, looking in between Clint and you.

“Thanks, mom.” You sass, receiving an eye-roll from the spy.

“Well I’m not letting you guys go alone, so count me in.” Bucky says begrudgingly.”

“Now I gotta go to make sure you don’t die, jerk.” Steve announced, shooting his best friend a playful glare.

“Punk.” you hear Bucky mutter under his breath.

“Focus guys, we have to move fast before Hydra has time to get that thing running. We need a plan.” you say, slightly exasperated at their childish play at a time like this. “Rogers, I’ll leave the strategy planning to you and Nat, the rest of us should search this room for any other weapons they may have. We're gonna need all the help we can get. Now let’s move.”

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You followed the rest of the team into a much larger storeroom. Surveying the area, you see a large metal machine attached to several transmitters, wires everywhere, the machine itself giving off a harsh glow and humming quietly.

No guards in sight, something wasn���t right. There had been security details all over the rest of the building, in the storerooms, by the doors, on the roof. This didn’t make sense- something was terribly wrong here. Looking up, you spot camera’s everywhere, the lights on them blinking green, watching your every move. Damn it Stark! You silently curse him. He was supposed to take out all the camera’s and alarms. Wait- how were these ones still working, when all the others outside the storeroom were off? Something was definitely, terribly wrong. Looking over, you see Bucky staring at the camera’s as well, no doubt having come to the same conclusion you had. At that moment he looked over at you, catching your eye, his expression silently saying, “I told you so.” It was that thought that made furious, the fact that you knew he was right. this was obviously a trap and you had fallen for it, but now there was no going back.

Then behind you, the doors slam shut, and you can hear the bolts locking outside. There goes leaving without a fight.

Trying the comms one last time, you attempt to contact Tony, hoping he can do a quick extraction. Surprisingly, they work. “Hey Tones-” you start. “Don’t talk. Just listen Y/N. I’m on my way, I’ll be there in about- oh 48 seconds, I’m coming to get all of you, be ready.”

Wait how are you gonna get in, the doors are lock-” before you can finish, something red crashes through the ceiling and lands in front of the team.

“Well I guess now we have a skylight.” Clint jokes.

“Now how are all of us supposed to get out?” Steve questions, giving Tony a disapproving glare. Ignoring the look, Tony says “Well Capsicle, I was thinking, since I provided our exit then maybe our Little Witch over there could launch everyone up, up and away!” his hands gesturing towards Wanda before shooting skyward dramatically. Leave it to him to make light of a desperate situation, not that you were complaining, the team could use a bit of liveliness right now.

“That all sounds great, but what are we supposed to do with this- thing?” Wanda asks, glancing at the beam generator, as you had started to think of it.

Before Tony could answer, the machine started shaking, growing louder and giving off more light. “What the hell?” you hear Bucky yell, and him turning and looking at you is the last thing you see before a flash of white surrounds you, and then everything is dark. You know your eyes are open, but everything is pitch black. You hear footsteps, you’re trying to find the source to no avail. Then someone is pushing you, causing you to stumble in the darkness, reaching for anything to steady yourself but finding nothing. Panic overtakes you, overriding all your rigorous training.

“Bucky?!” you cry out, struggling against your captors, desperate to know if he’s there, if he’s safe.

“I’m here Doll, just hang on. Everything will be okay.”

And that’s the last thing you hear before you’re knocked unconscious.