#bloodstainedstar

[respondedinkind]

closed starter for @bloodstainedstar

Khan's plan to smugge his crew into safety by putting them into the very weapons he had designed had failed on him; Just when he'd thought he could do it, that everything would go according to plan, the promise of a better future so close he could taste it on the tip of his tongue...

...He'd been discovered by one of Marcus men, and that man had managed to notify the Admiral about his intentions before Khan's hands had brought an end to the unfortunate one's life.

The mentioned one is dead now, yes, but security is onto him and Khan has no other choice but to escape alone, without his people, the ones he holds most dear - because if he doesn't, he will end up being stripped and tied to a biobed, turned into a slab of meat that gives all it has for Marcus to use for his own, sick plans to start a Klingon war.

As much as it pains him, the thought of leaving without the men and women he'd promised to protect - he runs, leaves, manages to steal a shuttle and, somehow, ends up in space. Time feels like a bit of a blur, so Khan doesn't recall every single moment that has happened - he's here, and he has to make some new plans---

---But then, something else happens.

Suddenly, the Universe... opens up in front of him. Quite literally so, as if it tears itself apart, causing blue eyes to widen at the foreign sight. Khan has never seen something like this and he's stunned by the sight, lips parting...

That's when everything happens in such a quick succession that it's hard for even his superior brain to keep up; A white light appears, swallows him, his shuttle shakes and a thousand warning alerts pop up, vanish, pop up before all of the systems are failing. Khan blinks and squints, squeezes his eyes shut at a sudden G-force causing bile to rise inside his throat---

---And then, like that, his shuttle is falling toward another planet that looks remarkably similar to Earth.

What...?

Khan, still confused by everything that has just happened, scrambles to try and get the systems back online but to no avail. The continent grows with the seconds that pass and he gets closer, closer, closer; His shuttle is briefly picked up by a current of wind, it seems, allows it to sail a bit but it's still very much about to crash-land in the middle of what seems to be a rather big city - part of him wonders if no one is actually noticing the aircraft falling like this, if, perhaps, he's too fast for any defense system to react.

He does know, though, that he needs to leave this vessel before he'll hit something with it - bright irises scan what he can see from his position and he makes a split-second-decision he isn't too sure about whether he'll regret it or not.

But, he actually opens the door to his right and---

---Jumps.

The shuttle continues to fly without him, lands somewhere a but further away while Khan flies through the air, toward what appears to be a rooftop of a bulding; He curls his body, lands with his shoulder first and rolls himself off this way, but the impact is still quite rough. He rolls and rolls and rolls, the force of his movement pulling him along - and he manages to hold onto the edge of the building at the very last second before he falls, fingers grabbing onto the stone as he dangles off the side.

Blinking, gasping, Khan needs a second to process this, the whole of what has just happened; He groans, then pulls himself up and back on top of the roof, still catching his breath while allowing his gaze to roam as he crouches there...

...Where the fuck is he? It looks like earth from what he can tell. But... This city is unfamiliar to him.

[mistrdctr]

@bloodstainedstar cont. [x]

... Stephen senses something is going on inside that super soldier's head when he echoes the words 'hot dogs' in ways that indicate he's amused by the sorcerer's choice of dinner; He blinks, tilts his head...

"---Yeah, hot dogs. You know, sausages in---"

"..."

Ah, he gets it. Sausages. There it is, the thing he's been looking for, even hinted at by James mentioning something about a joke---

"...You know what? Perhaps you're right. Maybe there is a reason why I crave hot dogs right now, but that won't stop me from having them. Do with that information what you want - and you either have them with me or not, your choice."

No actually, what he's hinting at is not the reason for the sorcerer to want a hot dog, but - well, he can play along. It's easy to do so, after all, with all the implications and such.

Sausages. Other sausages. Such things.

[stripesofbrooklyn]

@bloodstainedstar

"I could go on about the benefits of the two of us being together but you know by now that we make an excellent team in almost everything we do. I mean, we were practically together in the forties and now it's legal and there isn't this big hoopla about being open to other sexes."

[battletrio]

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"Well I supposed trying to grab that truck full of hostages kinda exposed that secret." He grimaced a little. In the moment, John had totally forgotten that people were watching and recording with their phones, or that he had lied to the hearing committee. And it wasn't as if Val hadn't already known about the serum. Either way, John has to accept the reality that his secret isn't so much of a secret anymore and now there's an even bigger target on his back than he would like. Life is going just great, isn't it?

Not that he thinks Bucky exactly needs his help dealing with knife wielding maniacs, the man is more than capable. But a little warning can't hurt. "Anyways, super soldiers gotta watch each other's backs right?"

Or maybe John is just dreaming to himself and should shut up before he puts more of his foot in his mouth.

[sevenbulletsavior]

@bloodstainedstar / continued from HERE.

The day had been long and Karen had honestly considered going home and sitting in the shower with her clothes on just because it felt too tedious to have to remove the layers she wore. Just let the water wash over her and drown out the noise of the day that she had experienced, wash away the grit and the grime of the city that clung to her skin. Except midway through the hellscape of her day, Bucky had text and asked her if she'd like to meet when she was done with work, and without thought her response had been sent with a lingering smile on her face.

Of course.

When Karen had parted ways with Foggy and Matt earlier that day to go meet with a potential witness for one of the cases they were preparing to present to course, she'd promised both men that she would be fine, that she'd check in regularly with them and even shared her location with both men. It was only a routine meeting, Karen reminded them, and nothing would go wrong.

Until the asshole they were taking to court tried to take hold of Karen from behind at her client's doorway to scare her off of the case. Until he shoved her down and then grabbed at hair to pull her up, the smell of whiskey heavy on his breath. Until he was met eye-to-eye with a woman holding a gun on him, her aim steady, fear drained from her.

When he let her go, Karen's leg buckled the slightest, pain shooting up from her knee where the scrape was, but she stood firm. Her client had called the police and by the time the precinct had arrived, Matt and Foggy had also been notified but were told she was okay (and she was). Statements given, discussion of more charges had, Karen finally escaped to go meet up with Bucky with a slightly bloody knee and an exhausted body to go along with it.

And yes, by the time he had arrived, she had forgotten about her knee, forgotten about the scuffle and had been focused more on the flutter of joy in her stomach at getting to see Bucky. His words and assessment of the injury had her smiling, and the offer of coffee perked her up just enough that she didn't feel mired in exhaustion still. "I wish I had just fought off a purse snatcher," she remarked as she fell in beside him at a leisurely pace. "Angry men not accepting that they are being divorced are a lot harder to deal with."

[ofcrimsonenchantresses]

@bloodstainedstar liked for a starter with Bucky and Wanda <3

Wanda sighed as she unzipped the suitcase, sat on top of her unmade bed. Pushing up the top, she revealed her pathetic collection of belongings to furnish the apartment that Pepper had rented for her. Luckily for her, Tony had put some of her most precious belongings into storage when the compound had been going through some construction and to find them from Ross. That was the only reason these personal effects had survived the destruction of her only home in this country, she thoughts as she picked up one of the pictures she'd slipped into the side pocket.

It was a picture of her and Vision at a New Year's Eve party. Wanda was holding Nate Barton in her lap. It almost looked like a family photo. A tear dripped down her cheek before she even realised she was crying, landing on her bare collarbone.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door, startling her so profoundly that she dropped the photo. "Coming!" She shouted, her voice a little shaky as she picked up a sweater from the top of the pile of clothes in the suitcase. She pulled it over her head and wiped her face in one smooth motion as she walked from the bedroom to the door, passing the empty second bedroom as she did.

"Oh, hey Bucky." She greeted, a little puzzled. "I wasn't expecting you. I didn't even know anyone knew where this place was yet."

[penniesxdimes]

@bloodstainedstar cont from here

Frank had been asleep when he heard the quiet rapping of knuckles against his door. He knew exactly who it was by the recognizable cadence of the sound. He always knocked the exact same pattern of thumps against the door.

Frank wasn't quite sure what got them into this...pattern of behavior to start with. They hadn't exactly been friends. This uneasy alliance was sealed with harsh kisses and bruises. They understood each other, for better or worse.

There were things about Bucky that Frank would never quite be able to grasp on the same level...but who really could, to be honest?

One strange adrenaline-fueled night and one thing led to another and...now they were whatever this weird thing is. He wasn't sure he wanted to think that deep into it.

He yawned as the knocking continued, getting more insistent the longer it took him to answer the door. He ran a hand through his short hair before pulling on a pair of boxers from the foot of the bed.

When he opened the door he took one look at the man on the other side of it with his tired sunken eyes, wide with anxiety. It's gonna be one of those nights, huh?

Before Bucky could finish his sentence he was pulling him inside by the collar of his shirt. He wasn't sure if it was need or simply that he didn't want anyone to see a man knocking on his door at 3 in the morning. Either way, his hand wrapped into the front of the other man's shirt.

He shut the door behind them, pressing Bucky's back into it. He knew what was expected of him when something like this happened. He knew what was needed.

“I want you to forget everything and everyone else but me, Sergeant.” The word were growled out low and quiet. It was his job to make the soldier forget. Forget the fear, memories, nightmares, whatever drove him to his door that night. And he was going to make a valiant effort.

His lips crashed into Bucky's almost as soon as the door was shut, hand still twisted in the front of his shirt. It was all teeth and dizzying heat. He bit down on his lower lip enough for it to sting before backing away just enough to speak. "That's what ya need, right?"

[particlexxdealer]

🐜🐜 — closed starter — @bloodstainedstar

Part of the deal with Valentina Fontaine was allowing Scott to visit their locations to check on Ava Starr. Her progression, her symptoms, and more importantly checking on his friend in a new environment. He feared it would be similar to her time in SHIELD, concerned a relapse would undo all of the progress she's made to re-enter society. Well, re-enter society as much as a child raised as a government assassin-for-hire could. Under the circumstances. Ava accepted a position in a new operation, Thunderbolts, and Scott respected her decision. Didn't stop him from worrying.

Entering their new location alone, Scott made his presence known. The demand to see Ava was masked as a request, they never turned him down. He would put up a fight if otherwise. Not good for morale, and would probably lose Ava as a operative if they did.

It was always good to see Ava, Scott could see it on her face that she looked forward to his visits. Never noticing when the other members would look over their shoulders in curiosity. Be it an interruption on their training regiment or a recap of strategies, Scott didn't care. Her hugs were tight, and Scott returned the sentiment in a firm hug as well with a smile. Asking how she was doing like a father asking their child how their day was at school. Unintentional, but he always worried like a father.

"Didn't realize Barnes was your 'officer in charge'. Looks like you're in good hands. Or hand…" He grumbled lightly as Ava snorted.

[shieldsandblood]

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[starredshield]

[@bloodstainedstar]

Back To The Old House — The Smiths

And you never knew

How much I really liked you

Because I never even told you

Oh, and I meant to

Are you still there?

[defectivexfragmented]

continued from here {x}

"What the fuck are you staring at?!" Growling under his breath, the commander was marching over to the asset in long strides to grab firmly by the face mask and tugged on it harshly so they were looking each other in the eye.

"Soldat, dolozhite. Vy raneny?"

@bloodstainedstar

[respondedinkind]

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Sexual Sunday Memes For Naughty Headcanons || accepting 🍆 Do you masturbate? If so, how often?

"Whenever the need for it arises."

"Usually somewhere between once every few days or once a day. ---Depends."

[mistrdctr]

"Well, if I were him, I'd totally fuck Tony. Like, duh - who wouldn't want to fuck Tony, after all? ---He's hot as fuck."

[stripesofbrooklyn]

@bloodstainedstar the on your mind meme

"You know I am not certain of why but I suppose it could be that I'm remembering every night that I lay sick and you'd lay next to me telling me I'd make it to the morning. You know doctors didn't think a lot about my life expectancy back in the twenties-thirties...but you knew me better than anyone. You'd always say I was too stubborn not to go out without a fight."

[walkitoffrogers]

[ RUN ] : Sender encounters receiver while escaping from pursuers.

Steve had made a fine mess of things, putting a torch to both Hydra and SHIELD at once. He had no doubt Fury would make something out of the ashes. The process was probably already in motion, but he had no immediate plans to be part of it. Understandably, he'd lost a lot of trust in government organizations of any kind. And Hydra? He thought it would probably find a way to survive too, despite his best efforts. It was less a many-headed monster than a cockroach, stubbornly surviving no matter how many nuclear bombs he threw at it. If Steve had to keep fighting that fight for the rest of his life, he would, but it wasn't his most immediate concern.

His only real regret in the whole thing was that Bucky had vanished in the aftermath. He'd been searching for his best friend from the moment he'd learned he was still alive, and most of it had come to nothing until now. To be fair, Bucky had a head start, and he would have caught up with him faster if not for the week he'd spent in the hospital. The serum made him heal faster than the average human, but it wasn't Wolverine-fast, and gunshot wounds were pretty serious even for Steve. He was almost certain he would have died if Bucky hadn't pulled him out of the river. And it had to be Bucky, didn't it? Nobody else had been there, which meant some part of him still remembered. He was holding on to shreds of hope, but after having nothing for so long, even a shred felt like a little bit of grace.

If it was difficult tracking a ghost, the job was complicated further by the fact that he had to make sure nobody was following him. Several times, he thought he'd been close, only to have to double back because someone was on his trail. It wouldn't help anything to bring people--SHIELD, Hydra, or otherwise--right to Bucky's door, so to speak. He knew he wasn't the only person circling close now, and it made him uneasy. He hadn't wanted to approach and risk giving away his location, nor could he simply sit by and watch Bucky get captured by either side.

What he wasn't expecting was for him to come tear-assing toward him like the building was on fire. It only took a moment to see why, easily clocking three people chasing him. Steve didn't have the shield, wasn't even dressed for battle. It was too noticeable for a stealth mission. But it would have come in handy right now. He did what he would have done if he'd had the shield, which was grab the nearest object--a fire extinguisher--and throw it at the pursuers.

[sevenbulletsavior]

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ACCEPTING!

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