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wherevermyway · 5 years ago

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step out! do what you want (chapter seven)

pairings: reader/bang chan, reader/han jisung side pairings:  established changbin/minho, reader/bang chan/han jisung, possible bang chan/han jisung rating: explicit | 18+ warnings: graphic descriptions of violence, near-death experiences, discussion of death, drug usage to cope with emotions, profanity, discussion of pregnancy, drug dealer!au, organized crime!au. also: FEELINGS. word count: about 5,480 also can be found on my AO3 here! chapter/series navigation

chapter seven: before it breaks in half and then we bend it back again

recommended tracks: I’ll be your reason by illenium, in your arms by illenium, everything I wanted by billie eilish, when I was older by billie eilish, back to u by slander and william black, hope world by j-hope, slow dancing in the dark by joji, everything in its right place by radiohead, moon by krrum. playlist can be found here!

note: dunno about y’all but i'm still really upset over chapter six, so i’m sorry if you are too :’) there’s a lot of feelings regarding the death that I’m trying to wrap up in this chapter. couldn’t really make traditional Korean rites work the way they’re generally presented, so if the inaccuracy bothers you, I’m sorry! also I was a little baked writing some of these parts so if it’s too existential, my bad lol.

disclaimer: any reference to persons in this work of fiction are purely coincidental. the characters referenced from Stray Kids are interpretations loosely based on their personalities in the group and do not represent the real people behind the personas. if this, or any of the content included in the warnings above make you uncomfortable, please stop reading now.

side note: for the love of minho’s cats, don’t mix party drugs or drugs with alcohol.

There was one time, when you were seven years old, your mother had taken you down to Fukuoka to visit your grandparents. You were close to the harbour, slipping out of her vision for just a moment when the waves pulled up on the coast and sucked you in. The warmth that took over your body as you fell out of consciousness was welcoming, like receiving the deepest hug of your life. It had taken over you, from the tips of your toes and dissipating with a tingle in your forehead.

When you were pulled from the water, brought back from the entrance of purgatory, however, you felt miserable. You could have sworn you felt the oxygen enter every cell in your body, coming back from death. Everything ached and burned, abruptly springing back to life.

Your eyes ripped open, staring into the clouds above you. White flower petals were gusting along with the wind. The burning you felt in your chest and your arms was familiar to the time you experienced as a child: jarring, making you start to panic. It felt as though lava was coursing through your veins.

“- is too elevated, I can’t -“ a familiar voice travels around your head. You know the voice, but you can’t place exactly who it is. “- sats are - “ the voice cuts out as you notice someone stab your wrist with a branding iron, hot fluid burning its way up your arm. The voice says your name, it echoing around in the space between your ears for a minute. “ - alright, but it’s going to -“

The darkness envelopes you in an instant, drawing you back to the empty space in your head, where you’re not sure consciousness really exists. “You don’t want to be here,” a familiar voice whispers from in front of you. You’re unable to picture the shape that’s clouding your vision, still lost in trying to place the voice.

“Trust me,” the voice says again. You’re about to open your mouth to say something, but you find it impossible to get your muscles to move. “You don’t want to be here. Go back.”

You can’t help but think why you’re here, how you’re here. “I need you to trust me,” the voice says again, getting further and further away from you. “It’s not your time yet.”

Your eyes tear open again, and you’re now in a sterile, white room, the sound of machines humming and trilling in the background. Two weights pull you down on either side of you: Jisung and Christopher, each holding one of your hands, resting at your sides.

You make a pointed effort to shift your shoulders, muscles adjusting for what feels like the first time in ages. A deep, throaty groan comes up from your lungs as you shift, and it startles Jisung awake.

“Oh my god,” he sleepily breathes out, shaking his head as he grabs your face, “Bunny, you’re back, oh my god!” Christopher starts to shift, and Jisung slaps his shoulder a couple of times. “Chan, wake up! She’s back!”

Christopher wastes no time shaking himself awake, grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into him.

“Ow, ow, ow,” you grumble, unable to really express the burning sensation taking over your body. “Hurts, that hurts.”

“I’m sorry,” Christopher gasps, releasing you from his grip. He stares at you with a look of disbelief and exhaustion painted over his face. “You’re finally back.”

“What are you talking about?” You shake your head, somehow pulling your arm out of invisible cement and gripping your hair. “What happened? Where am I?” Christopher and Jisung look at each other, Jisung making an effort to bite his lip and look back down to the bed.

“It’s been a month, baby.” Christopher interlaces his fingers in yours, reaching his free hand up to your face. “You’ve been out for a month and we had no idea if you were even going to come back.”

It had been a week exactly since Changbin took a bullet for you. Minho spent a lot of time on the couch, staring out the window and clearly contemplating life. He looked like he lost a couple of kilograms in just a few days, his cheeks sunken in and his face an ashy grey. Felix came over a few times to try and get him to take care of himself, hooking him up to IV fluids every other day.

Minho would end up yelling at him every time he was hooked up to the IV. “I just want you to put me out and leave me alone,” he said, tossing a fistful of plastic packaging at his junior. “I’m tired of fucking dealing with this. Just keep me out until the funeral, alright?”

Felix would sigh under his breath, eventually pushing a couple vials of liquid into Minho’s IV, causing him to collapse within himself in seconds. “I can’t keep doing this to him, hyung.” Felix looked up at Christopher, his eyes clearly drained of energy and emotion. “It’s not ethical, for one, but it’s mostly not fair to Lee-hyung. He’s got to address this at some point. You know that.”

Christopher leans up against the wall, sighing heavily. “I know,” he whispered, “I’m thankful for all of the work you’ve been doing with him, though, Felix. You’re an asset to us.”

Felix dips his head in appreciation, but clearly still has something on his mind. “Hyung,” he presses, but Christopher waves his hand in the air.

“I know,” he says, walking to Felix and leaning down in front of him. “You’re absolutely correct. I need him at his best before I can figure out what to do with the family. It’s out of respect to Changbin; Minho knew the organization best after him, just because of his proximity. Once I can get that information from him, I’ll know how to handle this. All of this.”

Jisung shifts uncomfortably on the couch next to you, biting his lip. “Do you know what we’re doing with Hyunjin?”

Christopher opens his mouth to speak, but he interrupts himself before he says anything. Felix chimes in for him, however, “Seungmin has been handling him during the day. We got the location of a couple Triad hotspots in Seoul and Busan, but he didn’t know as much as we had hoped. He’s been really broken up over Seo-hyung, so he’s not talking much.”

Christopher rolls his eyes, scoffing. “I can’t believe the nerve of this bastard.” Felix nods, peeling off the nitrile gloves from his hands.

“I’ve got the propofol, I just need you to give the word,” the bleach-blond man says under his breath. You’re not sure if he’s serious, but the look that Christopher gives Felix as he says that makes your blood run cold.

“You’re too eager,” he simply says. “Hyunjin may have royally fucked up, but he’s still a brother. We decide what to do together.”

Jisung throws his hands up in the air, falling into the back of the couch and sighing in frustration. “We have two days, right? That’s when it’s happening?” Christopher nods his head, turning to look at Minho.

“Yeah. Minho said he wanted it on a Saturday, so that’s when it’s going to happen.” Christopher stands up, moving to cover Minho with a blanket and helps adjust him to a more comfortable position. “He’s been trying to get a hold of Changbin’s family all week, but no dice. Once we joined the family, he tried to distance himself as much as possible. He hasn’t even spoken with his sister in three years.”

Christopher sits down on the couch at Minho’s feet, right in front of Felix. “I wish he didn’t have to go through this. I know he’s been having a hard time with the family since the Shanghai incident, ready to leave everything behind just so he and Changbin could have lived a quiet life somewhere else.” Christopher lets out a soft scoff, then rubs Minho’s leg.

“He got really mad at me not long before I met you,” he says, looking at you with a half-smile, “Changbin was scolding me, telling me I was wasting my time in the family, that I needed to find someone like Minho so I had a reason to leave. We were at my apartment, laying on the floor in the studio and smoking a joint, recording some instrumentals that came to us. Then he just drops that on me, saying I should leave. We were too old to get any real benefit from the group anymore.

“He was upset, telling me that Minho wanted to settle down with him, but they were too deep into the family to really explore it as a real option.” Christopher continues to rub Minho’s leg, the younger man shifting in his sleep beneath him. “Changbin never let himself express emotions - especially not love - in front of anyone but me. He even had a hard time with me. I remember him telling me that he had fallen for Minho right after the Shanghai incident. He was pacing in my apartment for a good hour, working up the courage to tell me.

“I remember he panicked. He was pulling the hair out of his head, starting to tear up when he told me. ‘I’m in love with this guy,’ he said, ‘and I know it’s inappropriate and I know I shouldn’t, he took a fuckin’ bullet for me.’” Christopher smiles a bit, bringing his hand up to Minho’s face, brushing his hair to the side. “Changbin would keep panicking, telling me he was overthinking everything and he was convinced that there was no way Minho would even like him like that. But then, he started noticing. Minho would say things during recovery. He’d look at him for a moment too long, he’d touch him for a split second longer than he intended.”

Christopher smiles a bit wider. “Then it happened. Changbin had gotten Minho to walk a hundred metres. Minho collapsed in his arms, so excited over his achievement. He was so excited and happy, he didn’t care that he had fallen, because Changbin was there to help him. And Changbin just did it - he kissed Minho. Kissed him quite a bit, is what he told me.

“I remember he was so upset, because everything felt so right. But he got Minho back up to his bed and left him, too ashamed to show his face around him again.” Christopher runs his hand through his hair, still staring at the man below him with a smile. “Minho called me while Changbin was at my apartment, panicking - he always has really good timing. Changbin pretended like he wasn’t there, wasn’t watching my every movement and reaction as Minho talked in my ear.

“Minho was annoyed, but not surprised, ‘Changbin just does this,’ he told me. ‘Freaks out, then hides, and gets all embarrassed over how embarrassed he is. Bet he’s redder than a beet and freaking out over this.’ And he was right, Changbin was curled up on the couch, hands in his hair, face a real deep shade of red.

“He told me to tell Changbin to stop freaking out, that he had a feeling he was there and was pretending to blend into the background. He’d be waiting for him as long as it took, that he wasn’t mad.”

Jisung makes an effort to hide him rubbing his eyes, but you manage to see him out of the corner of your eye. You pull him into your chest and grip him tightly. “I was mad,” Minho sleepily grumbles, shifting from underneath Christopher. “I really was, though. Mad he kept it all in. Mad he didn’t trust me. Mad he kissed me and left. Mad he was going to shove his feelings under the rug again. Wasn’t fair to himself.”

“H-hey,” Christopher says, a look of discomfort passing over his face, “how long have you been listening?”

“Long enough,” Minho rubs his eyes, sighing, and adjusting himself to stare up at the ceiling. “I knew some shit like this was going to happen eventually. Bin was always stubborn when it came to you guys, saying you annoyed the shit out of him more than his actual family. Hell,” he scoffs, turning his head to look at Christopher, “you were his family, as far as he was concerned. I was always worried I was gonna lose him to you, that he had some deep-seated, secret crush on you.”

Christopher’s face shifts, probably understanding why Minho would feel that way. “He always said you weren’t his type and he wasn’t your type. That you kissed once when you got really drunk in high school together and it was weird and awkward. You’d swore to never talk about it again, but you loved him anyways. Always supported him.”

“Yeah,” Christopher says with a laugh as he rubs his eyes. “Changbin was always the best friend I never knew I needed. He never judged me or nagged me about dumb shit I did. He would say ‘just stay positive, it’ll work out eventually.’ And he was right, every single time. Man,” he reached out to Minho, grabbing his kneecap, “he loved the hell out of you, though.”

Minho scoffs, rolling his eyes, “Oh, I know. He always tried to act tough in front of you guys, especially when I was around, but when it was just the two of us?”

“He was totally different, wasn’t he?” Christopher says with a smirk.

“Yeah,” Minho nods, closing his eyes. “Night and day. It’d be just the two of us and he’d do the cutest shit. We’d curl up on the couch and watch old romantic comedies. He always made himself seem a lot tougher than he was, but he was always the little spoon when we’d cuddle up to each other. Always fell asleep with his head on my chest. Wouldn’t let me go to bed if he thought I was mad at him, because he always said it was important to never go to bed angry. He’d take up the whole bed and huff and puff until I reassured him I wasn’t mad at him.”

Christopher suddenly pulls Minho into his chest, holding him tightly for a couple of moments. It takes a minute, but you notice them both crying quietly against each other. Felix gets up, throwing his gloves into the kitchen rubbish before leaning over the sink. Jisung makes a pointed effort not to look at you as he digs his face into your chest, wrapping his arms around your ribcage.

The guys have a moment to themselves, letting them grieve however they felt the need to. It felt like the energy in the room was different. You finally understood just how close everyone really was to each other, that they really did view themselves as family, that it wasn’t just an empty title. Changbin was the one that brought them all together in one way or another, and now he was gone. Someone would have to fill those shoes eventually, but that wasn’t important right now.

Minho deeply inhales, lifting his head up dramatically, and looking at Felix. “Lix,” he says, motioning for him to come closer, “I’ve been horrible to you all week.”

“Yeah,” Felix sniffs, nodding his head as he walks to the couch, kneeling down in front his senior, “you’ve been pretty terrible, but I don’t blame you, hyung.”

“No,” Minho grumbles, grabbing his junior with a firm grip and pulling him into his chest, “it’s not okay. I’m really sorry for treating you so terribly when you’ve been taking good care of me. We’re lucky to have you. Changbin knew what he was doing when he picked you.”

Felix scoffs, then makes an affirmative nod. “Changbin was always good at letting me feel needed in the group. He told me a couple weeks ago that he was glad I joined up with everyone, that we needed someone smart and dedicated.”

“Yeah,” Minho laughs, “that time that you were training Sungie, though, that was great.”

Jisung perks his head up, pulling one of the throw pillows out from behind you, tossing it over at Minho. “Hyung!” He shouts, his face puffing up in frustration as he whines, “Why are you always so mean to me?”

Minho laughs, playfully tossing the pillow back at him. “You’re always comedic relief. If you don’t like it, stop doing silly shit.”

Saturday morning came faster than you anticipated. The day was supposed to be simple, just a celebration of life at Cheonggyecheon with you and all of the members of the family. It was to be low-key and subtle. Minho said he wanted it to seem as nonchalant as possible, that people walking by wouldn’t really pinpoint it as a funeral. “Changbin hated unwanted attention,” he said.

Minho kept a portrait of Changbin in the breast pocket of his jacket, only pulling it out for a brief moment when he was recounting Changbin’s life, keeping it only in his line of sight. Flowers were blooming all around the stream site, petals occasionally being lifted by the wind, dancing around your small group, decorating you all in white.

Everything was going as expected. You all looked normal, making sure not to stick out in any way, but you should have known that having a gathering in downtown Seoul was a stupid plan. When bullets started flying from the bridge across from you, you weren’t surprised. When you got shot a few times, you still weren’t surprised.

“Oh,” you remember saying as you collapsed into the ground. “Interesting.”

The pain was only there for a moment as you were pulled away from the brink of death by Felix, then it dissipated quickly when everything turned to black. That voice from earlier was talking to you again, but you couldn’t understand what it was saying.

“Who are you?” You had asked the voice that spoke to you. It was familiar enough for you to pinpoint it as someone you knew, but you couldn’t remember who exactly it was. “Why am I here? Why are you here?” You had said to the nothingness, not actually expecting a response.

“You know who I am,” the voice responded, “and I know that you don’t belong here. That’s what matters.”

“Why?”

“It’s just not your time,” the voice pressed, getting further away from you. “Tell them I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold on. It just wasn’t in the cards, I guess.”

“Tell who? What are you talking about?” Your voice sounded frail, weaker somehow. “I’ve been here before, haven’t I?”

“Yeah,” the voice calmly reassures you, “this happens when you’re at death’s door. You got shot a couple times. Felix was working on you, bringing you back. But you can’t seem to make up your mind, if you want to stay or if you want to go.” The voice scoffs, sighing in annoyance. “Make up your fuckin’ mind already, would you? Be glad you got the option.”

“What?” The voice was starting to make more sense, but somehow still drifting further off into space. Was that who you thought it was? What the hell was his name?

“Go back. Christopher and Jisung need you. Hell,” he scoffs again, “Minho could use you, too. He likes something about you. Told me you’d be good friends eventually. I can see it now, of course. But you need to go back. Get out of here.”

“Wait a minute,” you say, trying to reach your hand out into the darkness, but nothing happens. “I know you. I remember you.”

“Yeah, you do, but you’re running out of time. Get out of here. Seriously, stop coming back here before I kill you myself.”

The voice dissipates, and you gasp loudly, opening your eyes. You’re in a bright white room, the trilling and beeping of machines replacing the voice that was in your head. Christopher and Jisung are on either side of you, staring at you in shock. That’s when it hits you: you have been here before. You talked with the voice before, too.

“Oh my god,” Jisung gasps, tears falling from his eyes as he grabs your legs. “You need to stop doing this. I can’t handle you doing this anymore.”

Christopher sighs heavily, staring at the monitors behind you with determination before he grabs your face and stares directly in your eyes. “Please stop doing that,” he says, his eyes starting to water. “You keep dying on us and I can’t handle it, either.”

“What?” You blink your eyes rapidly, your body growing heavy as you come to. “What are you talking about?”

Christopher takes in a deep breath, and Jisung crawls up next to you on your hospital bed. “Sung,” he presses and grabs Jisung’s wrist, “let her rest comfortably.”

“No,” he says with a slight quiver to his voice as he starts sobbing and chattering uncontrollably, “I can’t handle any more of this. Changbin-hyung’s gone, we almost lost her, you’ve been shot enough already, and we almost lost Minho and Seungmin. I’m not going to sit idly by and watch. I can’t lose anyone else. I just can’t. So, I’m sorry if I’m not handling this the way you want me to.”

Christopher sighs, then reaches his hand out to stroke Jisung’s hair. “Fine, Sungie, that’s fine. Just don’t cause problems, alright?”

“So,” you say, enjoying Jisung’s warmth as you clear your throat, “what happened?”

You had woken up briefly before, a couple weeks ago. It was a month after you had gotten shot at the funeral site. Christopher had explained it before, but you started to decline within a few hours of waking up, slipping in and out of consciousness. There was a point where you were comatose and intubated. He mentioned there was a point where you were bleeding, but it all blurred together.

There were a handful of doctors and nurses that came in to check on you, taking care of you as you needed. Felix came in at one point, concerned about some of the things he had seen on your labs, mentioning that he needed to talk to you about the next time you were conscious - if you regained consciousness, that was. He was acting as a neutral proxy for your healthcare, since there was no one that could legally speak for you.

Jisung made an offhanded comment that Christopher had yelled at Felix for the way he was handling your care, but Felix was trying to be as ethically consistent as possible. His first priority was to do no harm, and then comforting the family would come second. Neither Felix nor Christopher were trying to be cold about it on purpose. Christopher had been on edge since you slipped from consciousness the last time, and was unfairly taking it out on the first person he could.

“It made me realize,” he said, pulling his chair up closer to you, as he grabbed your hand, rubbing it on his face. “I love you. I really, honestly do.”

Jisung lifts his head off of your shoulder, turning to look at you with wide eyes. “You what?” He turned back to Christopher, cocking his head in disbelief. “Did I just hear you say that correctly?”

“Yeah,” Christopher says, softly, as the tears threatening to spill earlier finally fall from his eyes. “I love you, alright? Losing Changbin, then almost losing you made me realize it. I thought I felt it the day we lost Changbin, but I really, truly realized it when we almost lost you.” Christopher rolls his eyes up to Jisung, sighing deeply as he closes his eyes. “I guess I love you, too, in some weird way. Maybe not in the exact same way, but, you know, that’s not what matters. You’re important to me. We can figure it out as we go, right?”

Jisung kind of short-circuits for a minute, his head cocking to one side, then to the other side. He sputters incoherently a few times as words try to come to him, but don’t quite make it to fruition.

“I’m glad,” Christopher starts to speak again, “that we worked out the way we did. I remember thinking it was a really stupid idea when you brought it up, that Jisung wouldn’t be able to handle it, that he would panic or something.” Jisung glares at Christopher, about to quip something in response, but he’s cut off as Christopher continues.

“Hell, I should have been worried I couldn’t handle it. You two work so well together,” he says, looking at you and smiling, “and being able to be a part of this, to be a part of what you have, is just what I needed. Changbin always told me I was too hasty and protective in relationships, that I would need someone who could handle that but still challenge me.”

He flits his eyes to Jisung, grabbing one of his hands, bringing both of your hands together. “I was really horrible to you at the beginning, wasn’t I? Treated you as if you were some threat to a piece of property I felt entitled to, which is completely inappropriate. I shouldn’t have acted that way to either of you. I’m honestly so sorry that I acted the way that I did. Can you forgive me?”

Jisung scoffs, “Yeah, you were pretty rude. But I knew that about you, I mean, I put it aside when we started with this relationship, didn’t I?” Christopher nods his head, kind of humming to himself as he gets distracted by a thought. “I forgive you, though,” Jisung continues, a serious tone to his voice. “I know you were just being you, hyung.”

Christopher is about to make a comment, but the door to your hospital room opens. Felix walks in, his face perking up as he sees you completely conscious. “Well,” he says with a laugh, “look who took long enough and finally woke up.” Christopher turns his head over his shoulder, looking at Felix as he walks in.

“How are you feeling?” Felix continues, walking up to look at your monitors, pulling the paper feed from your EKG. “You’ve been circling the drain for the past couple weeks. I’m surprised you pulled through.”

“Yeah,” you say with a cough, adjusting the way you were seated, “I feel pretty terrible, I won’t lie. I feel like I’ve been a science experiment: poked, prodded, experimented on.”

Felix nods, looking at you, before turning his shoulder to the men behind you. “I need to talk with you about something. Alone, preferably.”

“Come on,” Jisung whines, grabbing you a little tighter, “she just came back. What happens if she slips out of consciousness again?”

“It’ll only take a moment,” the bleach-blond man reassures Jisung, turning to look at Christopher. “I promise.”

Christopher sits up, clearly displeased with the situation. He takes a second, then stands. “Come on, Sung,” he says, offering a hand to his junior. “It’s only fair. If you were in the same situation, I’m sure you’d want to be afforded the same respect.”

Jisung pouts, but does get up. “Fine,” he says, taking Christopher’s hand and standing up off of the bed. “But only for a bit, alright? She just came back to us.”

Felix bows his head slightly as the men leave the room. “I don’t want to alarm you,” he says, crouching down to be at eye level with you. He grabs your hands to comfort you. “But something on your labs concerned me when you first got here. I had the nurses pull some more blood to confirm, but,” he trails off, looking away from you.

“What?”

“When you were first admitted, you had detectable levels of hCG in your blood.” It took you a second, but the realization hit you and it hit you hard. The way Felix phrased his sentence so carefully made you worry.

“Had?” You press, sitting up a little and grabbing Felix’s hand a little tighter. “Does that mean…?”

“I’m sorry,” he says, looking up at you and grabbing your hands a bit tighter. “I had the nurses run your labs again just to make sure because you started bleeding profusely after you lost consciousness the second time. It didn’t make sense, not at first. I’ve been able to keep it hidden from Christopher and Jisung, but I knew I couldn’t keep it from you when you finally woke up.” He says your name softly, giving you a weak smile as he grips your hand. “I’m so sorry to come to you with this so soon after you came back.”

The two of you sat there in silence, staring at the thin blanket covering you. It seemed like it was an eternity as the realization that you were pregnant, and then suddenly weren’t washed over you. You hadn’t noticed you were crying until Felix wiped your face up with a tissue. He apologized again, just as Christopher and Jisung walked into the room.

“Sorry,” Jisung says in his usual chipper voice, “I was impatient and… what happened? Oh my god, are you okay? Bunny?” He hastily makes his way right back to your side, grabbing your face.

“What happened?” Christopher says coming up to your side, right next to Felix. “What’s the matter?”

“Do you want me to tell them?” Felix calmly asks you, rubbing his thumb on your hand. “I can tell them for you, or we can just ignore it for now.”

Christopher clearly doesn’t like that response. He grips Felix by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to his feet. “What happened?” Felix bites his lip, looking at you over his shoulder. “You’re talking to me, now, Lee.”

“It’s not your decision, hyung,” he says, squinting as he knows he’s only fuelling the fire. “I’m sorry, but you need to respect that and-“

“It’s nothing,” you say, the words falling from your lips before you can even really register it. “I mean, it’s not nothing, it was something, and now it’s nothing.”

“What are you talking about?” Christopher releases his grip on Felix’s collar, looking at you with concern. “What do you mean it was something and now it’s nothing? Why are you crying?”

You look at Jisung, then to Christopher, and sigh. You close your eyes in defeat and tilt your head down, trying to shrink yourself to make this all seem so much smaller, insignificant. If you treated it that way, it would hurt less, right?

“I was pregnant.” The words just slip out, quiet and concise. They have a taste of sterility and have a foreign texture as they leave your lips. “And now I’m not. That’s all. Something, now it’s nothing.”

“Oh my god,” Jisung says, collapsing at the side of your bed. Christopher’s face falls in disbelief, and he says something in English, something you can’t pick up, and he grabs your face, forcing you to look him in the eyes.

“What?” Is all you can hear him say before you slip from consciousness, sinking into his arms. You expect to hear Changbin’s voice again, but it doesn’t greet you this time. You’re only greeted with the black void and nothingness.

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rocket-remmy · 5 years ago

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Two Of A Kind|| Mina and Remmy

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @drowningisinevitable and @whatsin-yourhead SUMMARY: It’s no royal flush, but maybe a budding friendship. Until someone interrupts.

Mina seemed like a cool kid, and Remmy really, really needed a nice dose of normal. So when she’d messaged Remmy asking to go check out the casino, Remmy had immediately said yes, despite the crawling feeling in their chest. Maybe doing something fun and normal would help them feel better. Yes, that had to be the answer. Because nothing else had worked yet. Not talking, not crying, not hitting things. Maybe they just needed to get back to normal. They paced outside the casino, having arrived early, before finally deciding to sit at the bench just outside while they waited. Pacing would probably make them seem nervous and they didn’t want to give Mina that vibe when she first arrived. Exhaling slowly, they tried to do some of the techniques the doctor’s had taught them for when they had anxiety attacks. But when they thought about the doctor, all they could think of was how they’d all lied to them. And how they’d let them believe there was something wrong with them this whole time. And how Morgan thought there was something wrong with them for not knowing. Remmy’s eyes snapped open just in time to see someone walking up towards them. They gave a tentative wave. “Uh-- Mina? Remmy. I-- I’m Remmy!”

Between the stress of trying to figure out who she is, along with worrying about Morgan and the lake and the squid in the lake and how she was going to get to the lake without being arrested… Mina was looking for a break. And, if that meant getting thrown out of another casino for simply being herself, then so be it! She contacted Remmy online after not hearing from them in a bit, hoping she wasn’t overstepping her boundaries, but she was pleasantly surprised that they wanted to go. So Mina headed that way at the time they scheduled, anxiety and excitement mixing a bit inside her. This would be fun, it would. It wasn’t going to be like last time. There was no Dad to yell at her about getting them thrown off the job, no training to endure the next day. Just a bit of fun with a new friend. Acquaintance. Stranger on the internet that she hoped would become a friend. Parking outside the casino, Mina walked up, and, seeing someone sitting on a bench, slowed a bit. As the person introduced themselves to be Remmy, Mina smiled timidly. “Yes, I’m-- Yes. It’s really lovely to meet you, Remmy!” she said. Then, she looked at the door. “Want to head in?”

Remmy brightened as Mina introduced herself, glad they’d gotten it right. Smiling, they nodded. “I’m glad you asked me to come! I think I could use a normal, fun night, you know?” they greeted, standing up to shake her hand. “And it’s uh, it’s good to meet you! Finally.” They nodded. “Right, yeah! Let’s-- let’s head inside! You’re um-- you’re 21, right? I mean, I guess you’d have to be if you’ve been kicked out of a casino before, so-- never mind. Forget I asked. Uh-- yeah. Inside!” They stumbled up to the door and held it open for her, giving a little gesture for her to go in first, following suit. It was decently loud inside, and it looked much larger inside than the building looked outside. Remmy wondered how people did that, and tried to make a mental note to ask Nate about that later. He’d surely know. “So, where should we start? Blackjack or poker?” they asked, hands sliding into pockets after they adjusted the eye patch.

Nodding, Mina had to agree. “Same here. It’s been… decidedly less normal, lately.” Though, she wasn’t quite sure what normal was, not really. She laughed a bit as Remmy asked her about her age, though not meanly. “I’m 23, don’t worry!” She thanked them for getting the door and looked around the casino with wide eyes. Loud but low lit and unlike the more glitzy casino she’d been inside in Vegas, there weren’t a ton of flashing lights and slot machines in The Stacked Deck, making the atmosphere just a bit more tolerable to Mina. She bounced a bit on her feet, looking from the blackjack table to the the poker table, trying to decide which game to play first (hopefully they wouldn’t get kicked out after the first round). “Ahh, blackjack. Wait! No, poker. No! Wait-- I can’t decide.” She turned and noticed Remmy adjusting their eyepatch and felt a bit of sympathy. She wouldn’t ask about it; she’d had to answer enough concerned questions about scars and bruised to know not to ask about certain things, but the eyepatch didn’t seem particularly comfortable to them. “What do you think?”

Remmy noticed Mina’s indecision and felt a little bit of familiarity. They’d always been indecisive, too and they gave a small chuckle. “Well, why don’t we start with blackjack and work our way up to poker? It’s technically easier,” they suggested, tapping Mina lightly on the shoulder and pointing towards the blackjack table. “Here, you go get us some seats, I’ll get us some chips. First round is on me, okay?” They smiled again before heading off. So far, they really liked Mina. She was nice online and even nicer in person. She even had a cute face. They collected their tokens (a hundred dollars worth each) and headed back to the table, setting them down where Mina had found them a spot. “Oh, man, I’m pretty excited. I haven’t played in so long. What about you? Excited?

Grabbing their seats at the table, Mina bounced her leg under the table as she waited for Remmy to return with the chips. Should she win a few rounds, she’d be sure to pay back what they spotted her for the first round. A few of the other players, one gruff looking gentleman in particular, eyed her a bit before snorting and looking at his watch. It was a bit rude, but not entirely unexpected. As Remmy joined her, Mina gave them a smile and collected her stack of chips. If she could play this correctly, and she was quite sure she could, and if she and Remmy could figure out a way to work together, she hoped that they could both double their little stack quickly. “I’m quite excited, too, yes!” And Mina was! She was thrilled to be doing this with Remmy, and, as the rude man guffawed out a laugh, she was thrilled about that, too. There was a part of her that she rarely liked that enjoyed mischief and tricking people, and she had no doubt that she’d enjoy tricking and beating this man. He seemed to underestimate both her and Remmy, and she was certain that was a mistake.

As Remmy sat back down, they glanced at the table. A colorful little collection of people, but the gruff man’s rudeness was lost on them. They just gave a little nod before setting their stack up and making sure it was all even and neat before shooting Mina a little thumbs up. Finally, the dealer started passing out cards. There were five people at the table, so round one meant ten cards. When he got to Remmy’s right side up card, they were dealt a ten. The odds of the card underneath being anything above a ten was a low percentage. “Hit me,” they said, and the dealer flipped them over a five. “I’ll stay,” they said, and he moved on to Mina. Remmy watched with wide eyes, wondering what she would do, the odds already calculating in their head again.

Looking at the dealer’s visible card, Mina saw a six. Remmy’s fifteen was good, the person next to them had split two eights, and the gruff guy at the end was sitting at a sixteen with a nine and a seven. This wasn’t like Vegas, where there’d been six decks being dealt at a time, but she knew not to underestimate a smaller deck, despite easier ability to count cards. The dealer laid down her first card: a two. Her second card: a jack. “Hit me,” she murmured, feeling confident in a mid-range card. A five. Seventeen. Mina shook her head. “I’ll stay.” Now all they needed was the dealer to bust. Blackjack was what had gotten her in a bunch of trouble, before because she’d ripped the casino out of a lot of money. That’s when people had started noticing that she was kind of playing the system. Not cheating; Mina’s never been able to understand why using her own brain would be considered cheating. But she did know that people didn’t like it when you beat them at their own game.

Remmy was sitting on a three as their face down card, and they watched with bated eyes as the rest of the table called their bets. When it came time for the dealer to go, he flipped-- he had a seven and a nine. He would definitely hit, sixteen was less than three of the other hands on the table. The probabilities were adding up in Remmy’s head when he flipped his deal and-- a four. “Damn,” came the muttered curses from the others around the table as they all pitched in their bets. Remmy looked over at Mina and shrugged. “Next time,” they said, shifting in their seat as he began to deal out the next round. Remmy gave a little nervous smile to the man at the end of the table, who just grunted and picked up his card. Remmy saw him give just the slightest twitch of a smile, before putting his card down. They tilted their head, then went to pick up their next card.

Within a few rounds, between the two of them, Mina and Remmy were doing rather well. Perhaps a bit too well. The dealer was getting a bit frustrated, particularly when Mina decided to have a bit of fun and double down on the times she knew she was going to get a good hand, and once or twice, when they’d more than doubled their earnings, she’d bet high on a round she knew she wasn’t going to win, smiling at the dealer the entire time. There was nothing against it, and Mina was playing to pay Remmy back, not to hit it big. She was playing games for her own benefit, indulging herself, and it was fun. Perhaps a bit too fun. She and Remmy won a few too many hands, and the dealer was getting suspicious, and one of the guys at their table had stormed off, so Mina figured they should probably head over to play poker. She’d gotten Remmy’s attention and jutted her chin towards the poker table. As the two of them got up, Mina glanced up and, out of the corner of her eye, saw… herself? Hiding in the back corner, near the restrooms No, nope, she didn’t see herself. Because she didn’t have a twin, there was only one Wilhelmina Fitzroy, and she was right here. So there wasn’t. But there was because they made eye-contact, and the other Mina grinned, sharp teeth showing, body in black and white stripes. Mina looked at her mirror image, then at Remmy, then back at her mirror image. “Poker?” she squeaked out. “We should play poker.”

Remmy was excited to watch their earnings grow, happy to see how easily they were able to work together, as if knowing just what the other was thinking while they played. They hadn’t felt this carefree in a long time, and after their meltdown with Skylar the other night, this was helping make their chest feel a little less heavy. A little less like it was filled with lead. When she suggested moving over to poker, Remmy glanced up, noticing the annoyance in some of the peoples’ faces. Oh. “Right, yeah! L-let’s head to poker,” they agreed, following them away from the table and towards the back, not noticing her pause as they made their way through the casino. They’d almost reached the table when they noticed Mina was lagging behind. “Hey, everything okay?” But she was already catching up and Remmy shrugged. “Yeah, yeah, we’re going. You uh-- you sure you’re okay?” They asked. “Do you want a drink? I can go get us some drinks.”

“I--” Mina couldn’t even force the lie out, feeling it shrivel up on her tongue and die in her stomach. “I saw something rather… strange. I’d like to forget about it, truthfully.” She looked back over to where she’d seen… herself. There was nothing there, unsurprisingly. Perhaps it was stress. Finals, both for herself and for the students she tutored, were stressful, as was all the inner turmoil she’d been going through, and then there was her dad to think about. Yes, she was just seeing things. Mina was sure of it. She looked at Remmy, smiled a bit. “Right! Yes, drinks would be nice! Hold on.” She dug around in her purse, pulled out what she believed would be adequate money for both of them. “You bought our chips for the first round,” she said. “At least let me buy drinks.”

Remmy raised a brow. “Strange? Like what? There’s lots of strange things in this town, I think,” they said, then immediately backtracked, “but yeah, that-- that’s fine. We can just forget about it, yeah.” Though they couldn’t help their curiosity as to wonder what she’d seen. When Mina pulled out some money, Remmy shook their head. “No, it’s fine, really! I don’t go to school or pay rent so I’ve got a little extra to throw around, promise. Plus, this is, like, a good thing to spend money on. You can pay me back by just having a good time, okay?” They smiled their best before heading off towards the bar as the dealer set up for a round of poker. The truth was that they had a lot of extra money lately, what with all their winnings from the Ring beginning to stack up. Remmy had never wanted for much, so now, with the money piling up, they were looking for excuses to spend it. After they ordered two drinks, they stood to the side to allow the bartender to make them, when they noticed a pool of black something on the table next to them. Reaching out, Remmy prodded it with a napkin before touching it. It was cool and sticky and when they tried to rub it off, it seemed to seep into their skin, dying the tips of their fingers black. “What the…” they started, but were interrupted when the bartender called out their drinks-- a rum and coke and a just coke-- and decided to ignore it for now. Grabbed the drinks and headed back, giving Mina the hard drink. “How we looking?” they asked.

Periodically glancing back at the corner where she’d seen… herself, Mina was becoming more and more certain that she was imagining things. Still, this wasn’t sitting right with her. She also was a bit perplexed that Remmy wouldn’t let her pay; she figured there was supposed to be an equal exchange of things when people went out, but what did she know? Her voyages into having fun were, up until this point, strange and a bit negative. This had been fun, though, until she started seeing things. So, sitting at the poker table, waiting for Remmy and looking around anxiously, Mina bounced her leg rapidly under the table. When Remmy came back with their drinks, she smiled gratefully, grabbed hers, and took a sip, a bit surprised by the taste of alcohol, forgetting briefly that that’s usually what people meant when they said they were getting a drink at a bar. It was good, though. She liked the taste and the pleasant warmth of alcohol. “Ah, should be interesting,” she told Remmy, looking around the table for the first time. Glancing at them, she noticed the way their fingers were stained black. They hadn’t been like that before. “What happened?” she asked, motioning towards Remmy’s fingers.

“Oh, it was just someth--” Remmy started, but their voice caught for some reason. They paused. “It’s no--” they tried again, but their voice cut off short again, like something was caught in their throat. They blinked, cleared their throat. “S-sorry, must be something…stuck…” they took a long sip of their drink. It didn’t feel like anything was stuck, and they hadn’t eaten in a couple days, so there shouldn’t’ve been anything. Clearing their throat again, they looked over at Mina. “Let’s get back to the ga-a-ame,” they said, feeling their voice strain again, faltering as if it was hard to speak suddenly. Their face contorted and they immediately signed ‘Sorry’ without thinking. The rest of the table was looking at the pair and Remmy swallowed. “Sorry…” they said, and signed ‘Go ahead’.

More than a bit concerned for her new friend, Mina watched Remmy out of the corner of her eye for a bit as the dealer passed out their cards. It was a decent sized table, seven players including Mina and Remmy. Looking down at her cards, it took Mina far longer than normal to recognize what was going on. She was distracted, which was not a good way to be playing poker. Cards. She had a seven and a two. Bad hand, though she attempted to school her face into not showing it. She was worried about Remmy, though. Whatever was on their hand was concerning, and their voice was going? Did that happen often? Was that a human thing to happen? Mina didn’t get sick often, and she’d never lost her voice. It was worrisome to think that her new friend might be sick. And then there was that apparition that she was sure was there but also wasn’t sure was there that was wearing her face. She looked over to Remmy hoping their game was going better than hers.

Remmy wasn’t sure what losing your voice really felt like, but they were sure it’d feel like something, surely. The game continued on for a bit, but their concentration was waning, the more they thought about it, the more they noticed the black still stuck to their fingers. After a few hands, they looked over at Mina, opened their mouth to ask if they could leave a little early-- and nothing came out. Not even a strain. Not a single peep. Bewildered, they blinked back their shock. Tried again. Nothing. They glanced around the table, making sure it wasn’t just their hearing that had gone out. Finally, they nudged Mina a bit and gave her a look, typing on their phone, ‘Don’t feel good, can we split?’ before folding their hand and gathering up what remained of their tokens. They wished they could say sorry, tried to sign it instead, but weren’t sure anyone understood, let alone Mina. Sulked towards the doors once she joined them, unsure of how to explain themself.

As soon as Remmy had shown her their phone, Mina had already decided to fold and look at the dealer. She gathered up her chips, cashed in, and joined Remmy as they went outside. She knew Remmy had been signing, could kind of make out the meanings, but sign language had never been something she’d picked up, especially not ASL. That was something she’d need to rectify soon. “I’m sorry you’re not feeling well,” she told them. “Your voice. Does it come and go sometimes? Or are you feeling sick?” Could humans catch illnesses that quickly? Mina knew the answer was probably a yes, but she grew up with hunters with strong constitutions, and she herself only ever felt poorly after an injury. Knife nicks, iron burns, that kind of thing. She was thinking about injuries as they walked when a striped person came out at them, throwing itself at Mina before Remmy had the chance to respond. Mina gave a yelp, attempting to get her assailant off of her, when she came face to face with… herself??

‘Sometimes,’ Remmy started to sign, then remembered Mina couldn’t understand it. So, instead, they typed it again on their phone. The last time this had happened, the last time Remmy had “lost” their voice, hadn’t been that long ago. The doctor’s had said it was a response to the trauma. They’d stared silently, unable or unwilling, to say anything in protest. And then they’d laid in bed staring at the ceiling for hours. Nothing felt right to say back then. And maybe...maybe that was what it was now. ‘Sorry,’ they typed again with a little frowny face. ‘Haven’t been feeling well for a while.’ But before they could type out anything else, someone was leaping from the shadows at them. They tackled Mina down and Remmy jumped back, crying out for help. But-- their voice. Clenching their teeth, Remmy looked around in a panic. There was no one else around, and they couldn’t just leave Mina. Reaching out with a strength they probably should have kept to themself, Remmy wrenched the assailant off of Mina, only to find that it was Mina attacking her. Wait, what? Hadn’t Blanche mentioned something about copies of people attacking them? Remmy reached out through their hazy memory to try and remember, but couldn’t. Instead, the Mina who had attacked was clawing at them, shoving them away and going for regular Mina again. Remmy tried to call out but found their voice lost once again.

The first thing that occured to Mina was that Remmy was strong, being able to rip the other Mina off of her. The other Mina, who smiled with sharp teeth under her grease paint and whose arms were covered in strange, black and white striped scales. Mina felt herself pale, taking in this creature, this embodiment of the monster she feared becoming. She felt sick, like she’d told a thousand lies that anyone could see through, and, when the creature freed itself from Remmy’s grasp and charged again at Mina, she still wasn’t prepared. She had no weapon, no iron knife tucked into her boot, no gun in her back pocket. She just let the other Mina lash out. Feeling claws rake themselves against her cheek. Then, the other Mina mimed as if she was holding a knife and slashed out. It burned like iron, but there was nothing there. Crying out, Mina finally found her fight. Pulling at her mimey mirror’s hair to try and get her off. She somehow managed to keep herself from showing her own fangs and claws, but Mina knew she could only keep going at this for so long until her defense mechanisms kicked in. She needed Remmy to get out before they got hurt. “Run! Run!” She struggled to get out. “She wants me, not you!”

At this point, there was no way Remmy was running. Mina and the evil clone were tussling and Mina was very obviously losing. She was barely even fighting back. It reminded Remmy too much of themself, and suddenly they were back in all those moments where they’d chosen to not fight back. Where’d they’d chosen to not raise their fist. Back then, there’d always been someone around to save them, to step in for them. But here, now-- there wasn’t. Because Mina was Remmy and Remmy was the one who had to step in. It was in that moment that they were profoundly aware of what protecting people really meant-- it wasn’t about abstaining from violence or putting yourself in harm’s way for them. It was about doing whatever it took to make sure they were safe, even if it went against your own beliefs. In the next moment, a fist was flying, with a strength that could pierce brick walls. It collided with the evil Mina’s chest with a loud CRACK! That sent her flying off good Mina and into the side of a car, sliding to a slump, a literal dent where Remmy’s fist had connected. ‘Not human!’ they mouthed at Mina, scrabbling to help her stand up, worry wrought on their face as they noticed her wounds. ‘Let’s go!’ Tugging her away from the scene, and away from the clone, making sure to keep their body between her and the demon. Maybe this was what they were put on this earth for-- to do whatever it took to save their friends. Maybe this was why the universe had bitten them and no one else.

Jaw dropping from the way Remmy had managed to get the mime off of her, Mina could only stare as her friend as they dragged her away from the creature with her face. ‘Not human!’ Mina thought that’s what she’d made out from what Remmy had mouthed. No, the creature wasn’t human. Or was it that Mina wasn’t human? Her head was spinning. It only made sense that they’d figure out, especially with the way the other her had looked. They were so strong, too. Were they… “Are you a hunter?” Mina asked them breathlessly. “My father-- I was raised by a hunter. I’m supposed to be-- I know a great deal about hunters, and you’re-- I mean you just-- Thank you.” She looked over Remmy’s shoulder but couldn’t see the creature anymore. “I don’t think--” She didn’t think she could have hurt it. Not when it looked like her, moved like her. “It was me,” she said instead, quietly, both in shock and a bit of fear. It was her, the worst parts of her, fully on display for the world and just as awful as she’d always imagined. At least it was attacking her and not someone on the street. She hoped Remmy had put it down, made sure it couldn’t harm anyone ever again. The phantom knife had caught her where her shoulder and neck met, leaving a nasty, aching burn, but she was grateful that was the only real damage. “Thank you, Remmy,” Mina said again, hoping her new friend knew how grateful she was.

Remmy didn’t stop running until they were far, far away from the lot, halfway down the road to downtown. Mina was babbling things, trying to tell Remmy something, but their ears were ringing and they couldn’t concentrate on everything she was saying. When they finally slowed to a stop, they turned to look at her, barely winded, even from all of that. ‘Not you,’ they typed quickly. ‘B said they’re clones. Mime clones. Trying to kill people.’ Lowered their phone when Mina thanked them again, staring at her in a sort of muted silence. After a moment, they signed ‘Thank you’ to her, shoulders drooping just a bit. They should correct her, but somehow, they didn’t have the heart to. Nor the energy. Instead, they just nodded, and pointed towards the road, in a gesture they hoped she would understand as ‘Let’s go home,’ and ‘I’ll walk you’. Because there was no way they were leaving her alone, now. They almost even felt compelled to ask if she wanted them to stay with her. After all, it wasn’t as if they had much of a home to go back to anymore.

Not really knowing who B was or anything about these mime clones, Mina simply nodded as she read Remmy’s message. “Okay. Okay.” She tried to slow her breathing, her heart rate. Not her, but a mime that looked like her wasn’t incredibly reassuring. What was with this cursed town and mimes? She’d never cared for them before, but this? Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. She shut her eyes tightly before rubbing at them with her hands. “I-- I wouldn’t have been able to stop it,” she said. I’m so weak that I can’t take down a killer version of myself, she didn’t say. She wondered, momentarily, if killing it would have upheld her promise. It didn’t matter, in the end. As Remmy seemed to motion to walk her home, Mina shakily pulled out her keys. “I live near the lake. Too far of a walk. But we can go to my car, and I can drive you home? As a thank you?” She didn’t want to be left alone. Not at the moment. Not while she was still shaking with adrenaline and anxiety and fear.

Feeling more than a little weak as she did it, Mina gave Remmy a slight nod, her eyes just a bit glassy and red. She needed to get in the water, find a way to heal, but she didn’t want to be alone, even if it meant being with someone she barely knew, even if it meant exposing herself just a bit more. But either Remmy didn’t notice what she was, or they didn’t care, despite the fact that she figured they were a hunter. Maybe the hunters around here were lax, what with all the supernaturals around her just running loose. This wasn’t the supernatural hunting grounds that her father had thought it would be; at least, not in the way he thought it would be. She thought about this as they walked to the car. As they got in, and she began to drive, Mina said, feeling a bit like a broken record, “Thank you.” At this point, she didn’t know what she was thanking them for.

Remmy finally noticed the shake in Mina’s hands when she pulled out her keys and they jingled. They blinked, looked around, then typed quickly on their phone ‘I can stay with you, if you want,’ quickly, giving Mina a soft look. If it comforted her, then they’d do it. Sure, they were new friends, but it was obviously Mina was trustworthy and that she was clearly in need of someone right now. And if they could provide that comfort for her, they would.

#chatzy #chatzy: mina #mina #two of a kind

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diinofayce · 7 years ago

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Who You Selling For? 3

Pairing: Bodyguard! Steve Rogers x OFC!Musician! Addison Schmidt x Bodyguard! Bucky Barnes | Word Count: 4.3k | Warnings: 18+ due to excessive drug and alcohol use, angst, barely edited |

FACTORY GIRL

Addison had made a comment about getting a shower in and parted from Steve and Bucky to get settled. Steve stood in the middle of their shared room looking a bit lost. It had the same large windows that all the rooms in this damn house did, its colors mostly stark white with muted grays and pops of bright orange; Steve made a mental note to see if he could find blue blankets to trade out because he knew that Bucky would like those better. The large king sized bed was positioned in the middle of the wall against the hallway so that you could look outside and Steve instantly knew that they would need to rearrange the furniture so Bucky could see every entrance. He already figured if they pushed it into an angle at the corner of the room that should give him view of the doorway out to the house, the bathroom, the closet, and the windows. While Steve was playing mental interior designer, Bucky bustled around him in a panic about this supposed house party the band was throwing. He was on the phone with Tony requesting more security after trying to get Stark to shut down the party had failed.

Steve snapped back to himself when Bucky let out a growl and tossed his phone on the bed. Crossing to his boyfriend in two long strides he tried to gently take Bucky’s waist in his hands but Bucky set his hands on Steve’s forearms to halt his advance.

“Buck,” Steve sighed sounding gutted.

“Stevie, we can’t. I can’t. We have a job to do and the girl is making it obscenely hard. What a stupid fucking move, a fucking house party. This is supposed to be a secure and secret location and now it’s going to have photos on every social media site, fans will be talking about it, fuck Hydra could send their inside men in themselves,” Bucky argued, his chest heaving and breathing heavy from all the different thoughts racing through his mind.

“Is that what you would have done?” Steve asked sharper than he meant, stepping away from Bucky to sit on the edge of the bed.

Bucky tore the hair tie from his chocolate locks and tangled his fingers in his hair so he could tug sharply at his scalp. “Yes, Steve. It’s exactly what I would have done. She’ll be drunk, she’ll be high, she’ll be easily accessible thanks to all the people. This would have been ideal, she makes it so fucking easy for the bad guys.”

Steve looked up at Bucky, staring him down with his intense ocean gaze. “That’s what we’re here for, Bucky. Tony put us on her because we’re the best he has, but we can’t work together if you just keep pushing me away.”

Bucky turned his icy orbs to Steve’s and sighed. Steve was right, he was always right, but he could never see when Bucky was shit pants terrified. And maybe that was his fault, he pushed and threw up walls and he knew it wasn’t fair to anyone including himself. So much could go wrong here, not only could Addison be killed, but so could Steve. Bucky didn’t know what he would do without Steve in his life. Bucky was also terrified of Pierce sinking his claws into him again. While Steve had gone to college after high school Bucky had gone into the service and when he came back from his tour he was already a broken man. Pierce was the first person to actively give him a job and Bucky, in his shambled state, was ready to do whatever Pierce asked of him because that’s all Bucky knew how to do after deployment.

Bucky walked over to Steve who spread his legs so Bucky could settle between them. He cupped Steve’s face in his hands and tenderly swiped his thumbs over his cheeks, leaning down Bucky kissed Steve softly in the middle of his forehead.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky whispered against his skin.

Steve reached up and hooked his hands into the crook of Bucky’s elbows, pulling the man’s lips down to his own. Steve kissed Bucky softly hoping to convey all the reassurance and love that he possibly could into that kiss. Bucky hummed in content and smiled softly against Steve’s lips.

“You don’t have to apologize to me, Bucky,” Steve reassured him when they separated. “I understand your fears, you can’t hide anything from me. We have to be a team, okay?”

“’Til the end of the line.”

Steve grabbed Bucky’s waist and laid back pulling the brunette down on top of him, smirking at the soft little squeak that left the brunette’s lips. They had ten minutes that they could selfish before everything went crazy.

~*~

The party was in full swing, the music was thumping over the speakers that were wired throughout the house, the alcohol was flowing, people seemed to be having quite a good time whether it was dancing or joking around by the pool or doing drugs in some shady corner of the expansive yard. Addison and Wanda, Addison’s guitarist and childhood best friend, sat in the backyard in lounge chairs sipping beer and keeping a subtle watch on the goings on. Addison could feel the hard gaze of either Bucky or Steve at any given time and it made her skin itch. She knew Steve was up on the balcony, watching the whole backyard, but mostly her and that Bucky was weaving his way through the house taking careful assessments of every person he passed. There were two other guards that they had Tony send over, some weird loud guy with long golden hair that was hanging out with Sam and Pietro and keeping an eye on them and then there was the man with the dirty blonde hair who looked like he had zero patience for any of the shit that was happening around him. The last Addison saw of him, he was working the front door.

Wanda was lazily braiding Addison’s long blonde hair, a softly smoking cigarette dangling from lips practically forgotten in her concentration.

“I thought you told your uncle you didn’t want security,” Wanda murmured around the filter and taking a deep suck to keep it lit when she realized it was still in her mouth. Two thin tendrils of smoke falling lazily from her nostrils on the exhale making her look like a dragon.

“Shows how much anyone listens to me,” Addison murmured, her lips brushing the lip of the beer bottle in her hand as she eyed a man in a black leather coat and a baseball hat pulled down over his eyes.

The man was surrounded by a handful of other party goers and Addison was watching the careful exchange of baggies and money. Addison let out a sharp whistle which had the group nearby looking up at her, it also regained Steve’s avid attention. She pointed to the man dealing and made a come hither motion with her finger, pulling her bottom lip in between her teeth. The man approached and raised his eyebrows at her expectantly. She watched Steve say something into the smartwatch on his wrist out of the corner of her eye, but chose to continue to pretend like their presence didn’t mean anything to her.

“What are you selling?” Addison asked.

“A bit of everything. What are you looking to buy?” the man responded flashing baggies of brightly colored pills, white powder, and some clear crystals.

Addison’s eyes roved his wares before flashing up at him. “A bit of everything,” she responded coyly, reaching into her bra and pulling out a wad of cash.

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Addison held out two hundreds and snatched the bags from his hand. “Nope,” she accentuated with a pop of the p.

The man smirked and rolled his eyes, it was a rhetorical question but if she wanted to play this game it was fine with him. He was used these celebrity types. “Too bad, I hear she knows how to party. I would have given her a discount if I was promised more invites.”

Addison looked up at him sharply. “A girl like Addison Schmidt doesn’t need to go fishing for discounts. But if these are good I’ll pass on a positive word.”

She popped open one of the bags and tapped out six pink pills. She reached under her chair and came out with a little plastic tray with a razor blade on it. Addison eyed up the dealer in front of her for a second, assessing his worth, before pressing the flat side of the razor against the pills to crush them before flipping to the blade and chopping the pills into a fine powder and separated it into two thin lines. She snapped her finger at him while he babbled about his connections in the business and other drugs he knew how to get a hold of, he instantly passed her one of her twenties back which she rolled up into a little tube and huffed up one of the lines before passing the twenty and the tray to Wanda who followed suit. Wanda flicked the rolled up twenty back at the guy, both girls sniffling and rubbing their noses with the back of their hands.

“Well, ladies, they call me Doc and if you’re happy my number is on the bags. Don’t mix the long white pills with anything, especially alcohol,” he warned before rejoining the party. Wanda and Addison both waved him off while they rolled their eyes at each other. Dealers were a dime bag a dozen and they usually had no reason to go back to the same person, that’s how you got caught up when they inevitably got raided by the police. All drug dealers thought they were special, but at the end of the day if you have enough money any idiot could find any specific requests.

The man didn’t get too far into the house before he was grabbed roughly, the sound of a machine whirring as the fist tightened on his jacket lapels.

“What the fuck did you just sell her?” Bucky growled, slamming the man against the wall.

“Bro, lay the fuck off,” Doc barked trying to shove Bucky’s hands off of him, but Bucky’s grip wasn’t moving.

Bucky leaned in close and Doc flinched as the warmth of Bucky’s breath fanned over his face. “Tell me what you just sold to her,” Bucky demanded, his voice low and threatening.

From over Doc’s shoulders Bucky watched as Steve approached Addison and Wanda. Addison’s scowl from the man’s interruption was visible from all the way inside.

“A little bit of everything. Wellbutrin, Adderall, Butisol - which I warned her not to mix or drink if she was going to take it, some Molly and good ol’ fashioned coke. I had a bit of oxycontin - I had heard it’s one of her preferred, and I came across some Lithium last week. You can’t get high on Lithium, but no way she doesn’t have bi-polar or some shit which if you’re her hound dog - you’re welcome - I just made your job easier,” Doc rattled off and Bucky sorted through his mental knowledge of prescription drugs in his head.

“Why the fuck would you be handing out barbiturates at a place like this? You’re going to fucking kill someone,” Bucky snapped, lifting Doc away from the wall only to slam him back into it knocking the wind out of Doc’s lungs.

Doc coughed lightly, wheezing to get air back as he thumped Bucky’s metal shoulder. Doc’s brows furrowed in pain as he shook his bruised knuckles out. “Fuck, I just sell what’s popular. I told her to do them solo - if she mixes that’s her fault.”

“The pills she just took, what were those?”

“Wellbutrin, poor man’s cocaine. It doesn’t last nearly as long she’ll be back down in an hour or so,” Doc explained and sighed in relief when Bucky let him go.

“If I see you at another one of these parties, at any of her shows, if I see your stupid fucking face again - your own mother wont recognize you when you finally find your way home,” Bucky threatened and shoved him back into Clint who had been standing off to the side watching expressionless.

“Sure thing, man, but I gotta tell you not too many people are afraid of Pierce’s Winter Soldier anymore. Everyone knows you’ve gone soft,” Doc called back with a snarky laugh.

Bucky whirled around and Clint, reading Bucky’s intentions, held the dealer out as Bucky’s metal fist sunk deep into the soft flesh of Doc’s stomach. With a loud oof and loss of breath, Doc threw up on the floor between them. Bucky stepped back so as to not get any of the bile on his shoes.

Bucky leaned in close again to whisper in Doc’s ear. “If you’re running in that circle, you make sure Pierce knows I’ll kill everyone he fucking sends in my path and I’ll give him his little soldiers back in pieces.”

“Get him out of here. No need to be gentle,” Bucky commanded Clint with a sharp tilt of his jaw. Clint heaved Doc up and rushed him out the front door, easily pushing his way through the crowd.

Bucky sighed and ran his hands through his long dark hair as he looked around the house, side stepping the pile of vomit and making a note to see if someone can get it cleaned up. His eyes shot outside to where he last saw Addison, Wanda, and Steve and noticed they were no longer sitting out by the pool.

“Location check,” Bucky said into the microphone on his watch.

“Still taking out the trash,” Clint replied with a grunt.

“Kitchen,” Thor responded.

“Living room with the girls,” Steve’s voice came in sounding strained and stressed.

Bucky made his way through the crowd to the living room where the music was the loudest. He passed by the kitchen to check in on Thor who was hanging around Pietro, Wanda’s twin brother and the band’s drummer, and Sam Wilson, the bass player. Pietro was doing a line of something off the granite counter while Sam sat back on a barstool, aimlessly plucking his bass on his lap while flashing his brilliant white teeth at a pretty girl with black hair and legs for days. Thor watched Pietro reproachfully and cast a look at Bucky with a shrug. Rockstars, man, they always kept security on their toes. Certain that Thor had everything in the kitchen handled he continued to the living room where he almost choked on his tongue at the sight of Addison and Wanda up on the coffee table wearing nothing but their torn jeans and lacy bras as they danced to the loud music and the cheering of the crowd.

Steve stood off to the side, leaning against a wall, looking as if he wasn’t sure if he should intervene or not. His warm blue eyes found Bucky and he bit the corner of his mouth in uncertainty. Bucky crossed the room to him and sighed.

“We have to kill this party, there’s too many people. We can’t keep track of who’s coming in and out. That was the third drug dealer I’ve kicked out of this place and this one works with Pierce’s artists,” Bucky said into Steve’s ear over the music.

Steve nodded and looked around the crowd. “I have a bad feeling, Buck, the hairs on my neck are on end. Did you find out what the girls took?”

“Wellbutrin,” Bucky responded. “It makes me nervous mixing stimulants and depressants like that.” He continued, motioning to the bottle of Jack Daniels Addison had picked up along the way and was pouring into Wanda’s mouth.

“She wouldn’t give me the other bags of stuff, I figured I’d get them when she passes out. I’ve been watching to make sure she doesn’t take anything more,” Steve said as his eyes followed Addison’s movements.

The blond flowed with the music as lithe as a jungle cat and when she was offered a joint from someone in the crowd her face lit up with a brilliant smile. Both Steve and Bucky groaned in frustration as she placed the wrapped bundle in between her lips and took a deep inhale, before grabbing the back of Wanda’s neck and exhaling the smoke into the red head’s mouth. The crowd hollered and jeered and the sudden flashes of cameras had Steve and Bucky moving into action. Steve simply pocketed phones and cameras that he came across as he worked his way to the middle where the girls danced while Bucky crushed everything in his metal palm and handed the crumbled technology back to its original owner.

Steve made it to the stereo to cut the music while Bucky jumped up on the coffee table with the girls who were both glaring at him furiously. “Party’s over,” Bucky grunted grabbing the wrists of both girls and tugging them down.

“Bucky, no!” Addison protested, digging her heels into the carpet.

“Bucky, yes,” Bucky barked back before finally stooping down and lifting Addison up and tossing her over his shoulder. He looked at Wanda who just shrugged and curled her hair around her finger absentmindedly.

“I’m gonna find Piet,” she slurred and Bucky pushed her gently towards the kitchen and Thor.

Clint reappeared and Bucky jerked his head towards the living room. “Go help Steve get everyone out. Party is over,” Bucky commanded and Clint nodded, springing into action immediately.

Bucky took the stairs two at a time, ignoring Addison’s swearing and her alternating between trying to elbow him in the back of the head and her thumping her little fists on his broad back. He kicked open the door to her master suite and tossed her onto the bed where she bounced softly once and then fell back to stare up at the ceiling, her golden hair fanned out like a halo around her.

Bucky closed the door and crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for some sort of response as Addison blinked slowly up at the spackle on the ceiling.

Addison sort of heaved a little once before looking at Bucky pitifully. “I’m going to be sick,” she said in the smallest voice that Bucky has heard from the obnoxious vocalist yet.

“And there it is,” Bucky sighed, knowing this was coming. Sliding one hand around her knees and the other behind her shoulders he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom where he sat her down in front of the toilet, lifting the lid and seat and grabbing a washcloth.

As Bucky turned on the water in the sink he winced as Addison heaved and everything she consumed in the evening went splashing into the toilet. Turning off the water he sat on the edge of the bathtub and pulled Addison’s hair back gently out of her face and off her neck.

“Atta girl, go on, let the demons out.” Bucky whispered as Addison heaved and threw up again.

“Location check.” Came Steve’s voice in his ear.

“Doing a sweep of the pool house and back yard,” Thor answered.

“Speaking with the police out front,” Clint answered causing Bucky to wince. He was really hoping that they would make it through the first night without local police involvement.

“Master bathroom with Addison,” Bucky answered softly into his smart watch as Addison threw up again.

He reached forward and wiped the thin sheen of sweat off of Addison’s forehead with the damp washcloth and she leaned into his hand, looking strung out and exhausted.

“Can you get me a bottle of water, please?” Addison whispered, looking up at Bucky with her silver eyes - the black from her mascara streaking down her cheeks with her tears.

Bucky swiped a few stray platinum hairs off of her damp face and nodded. “Yeah, I can do that for you.” Heaving himself off the edge of the bath tub with a groan he tossed the washcloth into the sink and quickly headed downstairs to the kitchen. He was pleased to see how quickly Steve and Clint managed to get everyone flushed out of the house and quieted down.

A burst of laughter came from the kitchen and Bucky rounded the corner to see everyone milling around the center kitchen island. Pietro had his arm around his twin sister’s waist as Wanda snored softly, her head resting on his shoulder. Sam was in the middle of telling the group an apparently funny story, everyone hanging on his every word. Bucky cast Steve a pointed look as he slipped behind Thor, clapping the man’s broad shoulders as he passed, to the fridge where he opened it in his hunt for a bottle of water.

Steve looked between Sam and Bucky for a moment before tearing himself away from the story to approach his boyfriend. Bucky frowned at Steve, the blond had already shed his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt so that he could loosen the straps to his bullet proof vest. Bucky frowned and hummed softly in disapproval, something Steve caught immediately and had the decency to look slightly abashed.

“Having fun down here?” Bucky asked gruffly.

Steve looked at him a little confused for a moment and blinked a few times. “Uh, yeah, we’re just winding down a little before everyone goes off to bed. Kind of keeping an eye on Wanda. How’s Addison?”

Bucky hummed again and held up the water bottle. “Just grabbing her this. I’ll meet you upstairs when you’re done,” Bucky made to turn but Steve grabbed his elbow softly. “Not here.” Bucky said tersely casting his baby blues to Thor and Clint who were still engaged with Sam and Pietro. Steve sighed softly and let go of Bucky who immediately bolted out of the kitchen and back up to Addison’s room.

Pushing the bedroom door open, Bucky smiled softly to see that Addison had managed to get herself into a pair of sweat pants and into the bed on her own. He walked around the side of her bed and set the bottle of water down on her bedside table. He was just turning to leave for his and Steve’s room when he heard her turn over and turned back to make sure she was okay.

“Hey, Barney. Can you stay?” Addison whispered up to him. “At least for a minute?”

Bucky snorted and gave a little half smile before sitting down on the empty half of the bed. “Do you do that purpose or are you just honestly terrible with names?”

“I think the real question, Barnaby, is are you planning on killing me?” Addison mumbled against the crook of her elbow.

Bucky’s blood turned to ice in his veins and he looked down sharply at the half asleep girl laying next to him. “Why would you ask that?” he asked, his voice coming out broken and sharp.

Addison rolled over again and placed her head in his lap, her tangled golden locks fanning out across him. He raised his arms out of the way and looked at the closed door to the hall for minute wishing Steve was in here to deal with this. Steve was much better at the touchy feely crap than Bucky was.

“Come on, Bucky, I thought you read my files. You know that I was signed with Hydra while you were working for Pierce. I remember you. So are you one of his sleeper agents? Are you going to kill me now that I’m drunk and high and alone? Are you going to kill Steve too or just disappear?” Addison rambled, her words slurred and slammed together.

Bucky cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling, clenching and relaxing his jaw to match the quick pounding of his heart. He took a few steadying breaths and started to absentmindedly and gently unknot her hair across his lap. “I don’t do that anymore, kid.” Bucky said finally.

“It’d be okay if you killed me, no one would miss me. I’d feel bad for Steve, though, he’s a very obvious person and he very obviously likes you a lot. So you should just…be better…okay? Because it’s really easy to be a piece of shit and it’s really hard to learn how to not be.”

Bucky was startled by how observant and poignant her statement was, especially since he was pretty sure Addison hadn’t been sober since they met earlier in the day. He didn’t know how to answer her, which was perfect because after making her proclamation she immediately passed out snoring in his lap. Bucky gently put her back under the covers and tucked up around the pillows before standing and making his way out of her room. As he was closing the door behind him he saw Steve trudging slowly up the stairs.

Bucky smiled softly at Steve who was looking reproachfully at Bucky, like he wasn’t sure how to act with Bucky right now. Bucky reached his metal hand out to Steve and nodded his head down the hall. “Come on, babe, let’s go to bed.”

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You are under no obligation to tip, and even the dealers don't expect you to tip while you're losing. Factors influencing gambling tendencies include sound, odour and lighting. Natasha Dow Schüll, an anthropologist at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, highlights the decision of the audio directors at Silicon Gaming to make its slot machines resonate in "the universally pleasant tone of C, sampling existing casino soundscapes to create a sound that would please but not clash".In part, it has something to do with casinos’ ability to hide their true price from even the savviest of gamblers. Tipping the dealers is universal and expected in Craps.

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For the week of 19 March 2018

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30 Days of Night #4 gets into the first assault on Barrow from the vampires. It’s bloody and beautifully illustrated by Piotr Kowalski.

| Published by IDW

Avengers #685 is a whole load of fun and despair as a large portion of the US Avengers team (and Lightning, Vision, and Quicksilver) attempt to stave off the assault of the Immortal Hulk. It really feels like we’re headed towards the endgame now and the braintrust of Mark Waid, Jim Zub, and Al Ewing are just churning out an epic. Also, the art from Paco Medina, Juan Velasco, and Jesus Aburtov is gorgeous.

| Published by Marvel

Avengers: Back to Basics #2 concludes the first arc with Iron Man, Hulk, and Thor attempting to stop Fenris and the Disir from bringing about Ragnarok. It’s a fun and action-oriented story from Peter David, with some great humorous moments, and the art from Brian Level (with colours by Jordan Boyd) is pretty much worth the price of the book alone. Great panel compositions and page layouts that greatly help the issue’s story feel meaty.

| Published by Marvel

Big Trouble in Little China: Old Man Jack #7 gets us close to the end, but of course it’s not as easy as rescuing Egg Shen and defeating Ching Dai, there has to be funny misadventures, in-fighting, and heaps of betrayal.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

Cable #155 is pretty damn great. It begins the “Past Fears” arc from the new creative team of Zac Thompson, Lonnie Nadler, Germán Peralta, and Jesus Aburtov and leaps headlong into Cable’s past mixing it up with some body horror. Thompson and Nadler have a nice grasp on Cable and Hope’s characters, showing off their heart and stubbornness. Peralta’s art puts the book over the top, though.

| Published by Marvel

Dark Fang #5 brings to an end the first arc of the series, finally giving the lead character a name in-story itself. It’s a bizarre approach to vampires from Miles Gunter, almost like a twisted Disney fairy tale, but it’s entertaining and has some great artwork from Kelsey Shannon.

| Published by Image

Death of Love #2 features more wacky hijinks as Philo tells his friends about seeing the little Cherubs/Cupidae and...naturally they don’t believe him. It just gets more absurd from there as Justin Jordan and Donal DeLay push the series into new and more disturbing territory.

| Published by Image

Dept. H #24 ends what has been a good series with a nice bit of quiet reflection, Mia reminiscing about her father, her first case, and morality as she struggles upward for that last leg of survival.

| Published by Dark Horse

Dissonance #2 dives deeper into the machinations of the Fantasmen as they plot and scheme to control humanity. Singgih Nugoro and Ryan Cady are laying it on pretty thick, while making you wonder what all of it is truly for.

| Published by Image / Top Cow - Glitch

Doctor Strange: Damnation #3 is basically an issue’s long fight between the damned Avengers and the Midnight Sons. There’s some nice character bits and humour thrown in. Plus, a seemingly most ineffective plan.

| Published by Marvel

Evolution #5 sees Joe Infurnari and Jordan Boyd step up their game, and the art on the series was already incredible. It seems as we go on, the designs and presentation of the infected just get more and more impressive.

| Published by Image / Skybound

Harrow County #29 returns with the beginning of the end. Emmy is trying to come to terms with her actions in the last arc, while Hester’s return heralds more nightmares to come. Tyler Crook’s artwork is stellar, horrifying and evocative, elevating the terror with each subsequent panel.

| Published by Dark Horse

Ice Cream Man #3 is weird, trading in the more traditional horror notes of the past couple of issue for absurdist science fantasy, following a washed-up, fading musician who penned a one-hit wonder as he fades into obscurity. W. Maxwell Prince’s story gets pretty strange, but it allows for Martín Morazzo to really flex his muscles.

| Published by Image

Infinity 8 #1 begins adapting in English and North America’s standard comics format the Infinity 8 series that was previously published by Rue de Sèvres, created by Lewis Trondheim and Olivier Vatine. Part of the pitch for the book is an 8-part series each containing three issue arcs. The 8 parts certainly play into the structure of the story as each part will be done by a different creative team, and focus on a recursive time loop of agents exploring a debris field.

This first arc, written by Lewis Trondheim and Zep with art by Dominique Bertail, focuses on Agent Yoko Keren, a woman looking for a compatible mate among the ship’s crew so she can get pregnant and basically retire better off than she is currently. She gets to be the first guinea pig for the Captain’s time loop exploration of the debris, and it gets a bit weird when some of the ship’s complement of aliens decide that eating it is of the utmost importance. This story is weird sci-fi in the vein of Heavy Metal, but to me the draw is Bertail’s art. I’ve really been enjoying Bertail’s art in Ghost Money and he proves equally adept with wacky space stuff.

| Published by Lion Forge / Magnetic Collection

Iron Fist #78 jumps head first into Danny’s unresolved issues in what’s probably the best Damnation tie-in thus far. Ed Brisson uses the chaos of the event and the trigger of the penance stare to dredge up Danny’s feelings and reactions to what he considers his loss and failures, giving some really deep cuts into continuity in an organic, natural fashion. The art from Damian Couceiro and Andy Troy is also up to the heavy lifting. The layouts and panel designs at the beginning of the book as Danny navigates the surreal landscape of his memories and fears are particularly impressive.

| Published by Marvel

James Bond: The Body #3 has some great art by Rapha Lobosco, in the first of two series that have his work this week. His art is in a similar style to Eduardo Risso and it lends itself well to this dark tale of neo-Nazi arms dealers from Aleš Kot.

| Published by Dynamite

Kick-Ass #2 asks some important questions as Patience backslides into justifications for her criminal behaviour. Mark Millar steps up the moral quandary from just the vigilantism of the original Kick-Ass, even as she later protects a child from an abusive father figure.

| Published by Image

Lucy Dreaming #1 is fun. For starters, it’s nice to see Michael Dialynas again on another sci-fi/fantasy series after The Woods, even if it is just a limited series. His art naturally lends itself to the fantastical and it pays off in spades in this first issue, with nice designs for aliens, starships, and more. It’s also great that Max Bemis is bringing more of that weirdness and altered realities from his works like Centipede here. I’m really looking forward to seeing where this goes from here.

| Published by BOOM! Studios

The Mighty Thor #705 will break your heart. Epic storytelling and gorgeous art. Jason Aaron, Russell Dauterman, and Matthew Wilson should be proud.

| Published by Marvel

Ninja-K #5 brings the battle to the Acclimation Bureau and sparks off a deadly confrontation between Ninja-C and Ninjak. Christos Gage and Tomás Giorello bring this first arc to a stylish conclusion.

| Published by Valiant

Pathfinder: Spiral of Bones #1 brings the adventuring party back for a new expedition, this time far beneath Kaer Maga, the City of Strangers. Crystal Frasier is a new voice to the Pathfinder comics, but old hat to the roleplaying game, so she slides in nicely to the writer’s chair here. There’s a good amount of set-up and humorous banter as the Iconic character Imrijka is introduced in the comic as an old friend of Valeros.

| Published by Dynamite

Punks Not Dead #2 gets into more of Fergie’s ordinary life and the supporting cast of characters at his school and beyond. David Barnett fleshes them out fairly well, setting up some interesting hooks for what might be coming next. Combined with Martin Simmonds artwork, this series really is a must buy for anyone who enjoyed the British supernatural flavour of mid to late ‘90s Vertigo or the later series Vinyl Underground.

| Published by IDW / Black Crown

Regression #8 sees Adrian explore the nature of the cult and their grounds a bit more, although there is a weird bit in that he’s seemingly all right with the past lives, the demons, the cult itself and such, but apparently an orgy is a bridge too far. Death, murder, and demons are copacetic, but as soon as sex is introduced, Adrian wants to bug out. I’m hoping that Cullen Bunn does more with that theme in a future issue.

| Published by Image

Rumble #4 mainly deals with the fallout from Bobby’s injuries, with John Arcudi penning a growing divide between Rathraq and Del. David Rubín’s art perfectly capturing the insanity and the heart of the entire situation.

| Published by Image

Runaways #7 begins the “Best Friends Forever” arc with the team trying to adjust to their new status quo and “normal” life. Rainbow Rowell is great at these kinds of interpersonal relationships and it makes for an entertaining read.

| Published by Marvel

The Spider King #2 is more glorious madness blending Vikings and bizarre alien technology. The artwork from Simone D’Armini just fits this action perfectly.

| Published by IDW

Summit #4 concludes the first story arc, with Val coming to the realization of Lorena’s motivations and Foresight’s shadiness that readers of the broader Catalyst Prime line already know. It comes a bit suddenly after a moment of misdirection, but it makes more story sense to get Val back to her friends at the MIT labs.

| Published by Lion Forge / Catalyst Prime

Tales of Suspense #103 is that issue that tells us exactly what has been going on with Black Widow while Hawkeye and Winter Soldier have been running around chasing after her body count. It’s kind of dark and has some fairly complicated potential Alien Resurrection style implications. Matthew Rosenberg still throws in some humour with Ursa Major, but this one’s really an opportunity for Travel Foreman to showcase some of the darker end of his skill set.

| Published by Marvel

TMNT Universe #20 continues the excellent “Service Animals” arc from Ian Flynn, Dave Wachter, and Ronda Pattison that’s getting to the core of what Null has been doing, and providing an interesting, humanizing look at Raphael and Alopex. The art from Wachter and Pattison is wonderful. There’s also a great back-up from Matthew K. Manning, Adam Gorham, and Brittany Peer that tells a humorous and heartfelt tale of Raph trying to get some sleep.

| Published by IDW

Thanos #17 is the penultimate chapter of “Thanos Wins”, featuring both Thanoses against the Fallen One, with a few surprise guests. Geoff Shaw really gets the opportunity again to showcase just how damn good he is at action and spectacle.

| Published by Marvel

Usagi Yojimbo: The Hidden #1 is the first of the series to follow the series of series format Dark Horse tends to use for Mike Mignola’s Hellboy universe. Regardless of the approach, this still has the same great Stan Sakai taste. Ostensibly we’re dealing with some fugitives, and a secret package, being tracked down by agents of the shogunate, but we’re light on details so far and high on mystery.

| Published by Dark Horse

Vampirella #11 is the second of the books illustrated by Rapha Lobosco this week as he and Jeremy Whitley bring this current volume to a close. This issue serves as a recap of Vicki’s adventures with Vampirella as she comes to a new understanding of herself, opening up to find a solution for the fake heaven and missing God problem.

| Published by Dynamite

Weapon H #1 is probably better than any one would have thought as ridiculous a concept as a Hulkverine would be. Spinning out of the “Weapons of Mutant Destruction” crossover and subsequent Weapon X follow-up arc, this series follows Clay, a former soldier and test subject for some mad science experiments blending Hulk and Wolverine DNA. Greg Pak blends those two aspects in the story itself, taking elements from both the Hulk and Wolverine legacy, and wisely begins this with a new take on the tale that introduced Wolverine to the world in the pages of Incredible Hulk with a new Wendigo. The art from Cory Smith, Marcus To, and Morry Hollowell sticks the landing.

| Published by Marvel

Witchblade #4 continues the trend of being another great issue of this series. Caitlin Kittredge is beginning to get into the meat of the lore behind the Witchblade and the thirteen Artifacts, tying the reboot in to the mythology of the original Witchblade/Darkness universe, while also fleshing out more and more of Alex’s backstory. The art, again, by Roberta Ingranata and Bryan Valenza is some of the most beautiful on the shelves today.

| Published by Image / Top Cow

Other Highlights: Amazing Spider-Man: Renew Your Vows #17, Archie #29, Babyteeth #9, Berlin #22, Corto Maltese: The Golden House of Samarkand, Descender #28, The Further Adventures of Nick Wilson #3, Ghostbusters: Answer the Call #4, Go Go Power Rangers #8, Incredible Hulk #714, Jim Henson’s The Storyteller: Fairies #4, Kill or Be Killed #17, Mata Hari #2, The Mighty Crusaders #4, Monsters Unleashed #12, Monstress #15, Moonshine #8, Ms. Marvel #28. Outcast #34, Quantum & Woody! #4, Southern Cross #14, Spider-Gwen #30, Star Wars #45, Star Wars: Poe Dameron #25, Superb #8

Recommended Collections: Aliens: Dead Orbit, Black Science - Volume 7: Extinction is the Rule, Giant Days - Volume 7, Harrow County - Volume 7: Dark Times A Coming, Iron Fist - Volume 2: Sabretooth Round Two, Moonstruck - Volume 1, Rick & Morty: Pocket Like You Stole It, Spider-Men II, X-Men Blue - Volume 3: Cross Time Capers

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