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"His head had been shattered by a savage blow." W.H. Hyde, Silver Blaze (Harper’s Weekly) Characters: John Straker

[Holmes alone at Reichenbach] Harry C. Edwards, Final Problem (McClure’s) Characters: Holmes

"We watched him... he returned with a large book." FD Steele, Black Peter (Collier’s) Characters: Hopkins, Holmes, Watson, John Neligan

"He stood with clinched hands and heaving breast." FD Steele, Abbey Grange (Collier’s) Characters: Watson, Holmes, Capt. Crocker

"That was the end of the matter." Arthur Twidle, Bruce-Partington Plans (The Strand) Characters: Cadogen West, Col Walter, Oberstein

"The door had been opened to admit the men and their burden." FD Steele, Lady Frances Carfax (The American Magazine) Characters: Miss Fraser

"Hush, on your life!" cried the miner, standing still in his alarm, and gazing in amazement at his companion." Frank Wiles, Valley of Fear (The Strand) Characters: Douglas/McMurdo, Mike Scanlan

"A dear old ruddy-faced woman in a country cap, bending over her knitting" FD Steele, His Last Bow (Collier’s) Characters: Martha (Housekeeper)

[The professor and his dog] FD Steele, Creeping Man (Hearst’s International) Characters: Prof Presbury, Roy

"Mr. Holmes, I beg that you will bring this interview to an end," said the icy voice." HK Elcock, Illustrious Client (The Strand) Characters: Holmes, Kitty Winter, Violet deMerville

"Colonel Emsworth pointed to Sherlock Holmes. "This is the gentleman who forced my hand," he said." HK Elcock, Blanched Soldier (The Strand) Characters: James Dodd, Godfrey Emsworth, Col Emsworth, Holmes

[Teaser image] FD Steele, Veiled Lodger (Liberty) Characters: Holmes

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Mad Max - feat David Alexander & Clint Bennet ( and Silvy Gonzalez)

While on a mission to steal from the Daybreakers, that team stumbles on a Drea , unknowing who they had just found

Andrea Brendon Drea had picked up several signals since she was on this path. She wondered if it was really worth the trade, but as he thoughts went to things, she heard a very odd, from the past noise : running engine incoming. She looked back and left the road to hide in some high bushes. She saw what seemed like a hallucination almost fly by. Did she really just see a truck driving by ? Not sure what to make of it, she remained hidden, just in case someone would follow that truck. Unkowingly to her, further down the road was what she had always hoped to find.

Silvy González Silvy should've known that whatever they had planned for this excursion, it was going to go wrong. Silvy, along with Clint and David, were supposed to locate a new escape point in case Redwood got overrun but instead all they found were problems. First a bunch of very hungry walkers and now a bunch of Daybreakers on their own scouting mission. The Redwoodians hid themselves in some bushes as they waited for the Daybreakers to leave but then the sound of a truck thundered through the scene. Silvy groaned as the truck pulled in, complete with more Daybreakers to deal with, bringing the total of them to 6 (three from the scouting mission and three new ones in the truck).

"Now what?" She asked her companions, keeping her voice low. She made sure Clint could see her face and therefore be able to read her lips. "Steal the truck and run them over?" She was half-joking about that.

David Alexander The plan was simple - go out, find an escape point, mark it and report back. Sure, he probably didn't need to bring both Silvy and Clint along but it was better to have strength in numbers, especially with the Daybreakers out there. That and he would feel better seeing two of his friends out and back safely. And it was a good thing he was with them too because things were starting to go to shit rather quickly. He still couldn't fire his bow so he had the .9 mm pistol out and clutched tightly to him in case he would need it to defend themselves, although he preferred not to use it if he didn't need to. The noise could attract too much noise.

He sighed as he spotted the truck and the gaggle of men that were now causing issues for them. "That might not be a bad idea," he muttered as he looked at the truck, "We could lure those walkers we met here and while they mess with that hoard we take the vehicle." Wasn't the best plan, but it could work in a pinch. "Silv, why don't you head back the way we came and get those walker's attention. Clint 'n I will stay here on standby to move in and take the truck. Sound good to you two?"

Clint Bennet When David first approached him about this job, Clint was happy to accept, it seemed easy enough, Clint was to be an extra pair of eyes and extra protection for the two as options for all possible outcomes with this group were considered, surely a get in, get out, home by dinner endeavor. Turned out he should have known better. Taking out the biters was nothing new to him as unexpected as the size of the herd was, they managed to sneak by, only attracting the attention of a couple stragglers which they were able to fight off with fair ease. What he absolutely wasn't expecting was for them to cross paths with the enemy, perfectly unlucky timing especially with the addition of the truck. The trio was quick to hide, weighing their options. Clint appreciated Silvy's gesture of looking at him when speaking, but he pointed out the hearing aid, signaling that it wasn't necessary before he heard David's plan. Silvy was capable, and smaller than them, she'd be able to sneak away easier than their big asses could ever hope to accomplish. "Sounds good t'me… Silv, y'got a gun on ya, just in case shit goes south?" He questions in a hushed tone.

Silvy González While Silvy had been joking about stealing the truck, she wasn't about to argue that point if both David and Clint thought it was a viable option. At this point, there weren't many of those so they needed to take advantage of the ones they stumbled across. She wasn't a huge fan of going back to get the remaining walkers but what other choice did she have right now?

So with this in mind, she nodded to both David and Clint. "Be careful," she warned them. She would never forgive herself if anything happened to either of them during this mess. She made a show of patting the firearm she had strapped to her hip to confirm her answer to Clint's answer before saluting the pair of them. She then crept back the way they came, using her height (or lack of it) to her advantage by staying low and therefore covered from view.

David Alexander David gave Silvy a nod. "You too." Normally he didn't like wishing good luck because, well, that was like saying something was gonna be too easy. Typically it jinxed itself. But considering the circumstances, he felt it was more appropriate to wish it right back. He waited until she was gone before he looked to Clint and nodded to the truck. "When the walkers swarm 'em, I'll head in first and clear a path. You focus on getting to the cab and starting up the engine." He traded out his gun for his hunting knife. "When you get in, lay on the horn. That should get their attention so Silvy can have a free path to us. Sound good to you?"

Clint Bennet Clint's eyes followed as Silvy pointed to her firearm. He didn't like the idea of her or anyone going alone, but the three of them were shit out of luck with this one leaving them limited options. Lips drew into a thin line and he gave Silvy a nod before she scurried off leaving David and Clint on their own. What really stressed him was the thought that with this situation there was no real way for her to let them know if she needed help, any sort of noise, be it from a gun or the radio would draw the attention of the Daybreakers and/or the biters. Clint's brows furrowed at the thought before he turned his attention back to the men talking amongst themselves. They were talking about something, sharing information, his eyes focused on them, trying to pull what he could from the scattered conversation, he caught the words 'Capture' and 'Prisoners', one of them mentioned something about 'Kids' while another brought up 'other groups'. "They're plannin' somethin'. Dunno if it's Redwood though…" Clint spoke in a hushed voice, keeping his eyes glued to the group.

Silvy González It didn't take Silvy long to retrace their steps back to where they had the run-in with the walkers. While she, David and Clint had managed to escape unscathed after killing more than a few of them, the carnage they had left behind had attracted a few more undead stragglers. Silvy sighed and hung her head down as she realised there were now more than she could possibly handle alone. But she didn't have time to think of another plan. David and Clint were depending on her and she wasn't about to let them down.

She lifted her head and recounted the assembled walkers. There was 7 of them, shuffling around and picking off the remains of their fallen brethren. She took in a few deep breaths, one after the one, to prepare for the burst of cardio coming her way. She then jumped out at the walkers. "Hey, dumb fucks!" She yelled at them, waving her arms around to get their attention. And get their attention she did. They caught her scent and the eerie moaning noise walkers were known for started to emanate from them. "That's it, come to Momma." Silvy turned on her heel and began sprinting back to where she had left David and Clint.

The trip back was going well. Too well. Silvy didn't see an upturned tree root and she tripped over it. She slammed into the ground, the wind knocked out of her lungs. She wheezed as she tried to pull herself up. She struggled with gasps to get air back in her lungs. Behind her, the walkers started to close in. "Shit, shit, shit."

Andrea Brendon Drea had waited a couple of minutes before she started to move again. She made her way through the forest , slow and steady. She was making a detour , a wide birth around the road, just in case that truck was meant to be a trap for those around the road. She stopped and ducked behind a tree when she heard moans and gasps. Walkers. However, they didn't seem to be after her , they were eyeing something or someone else. Behind her tree, she peeked again. There was someone on the ground, dead? alive ? savable ? She couldn't tell from where she was standing. She looked away, this could be a good way to just move on, past this hurdle and to the location she wanted. However, she was a woman of service, she was not able , even now, to leave anyone behind. The woman put her scarf up, closed her jacket , tightened her neck protection and arm protections, took her knife and approached. They were 7 , but one was already if not on the person on the ground , she started running and just managed to put the knife into the walker's head before he could do any harm. She took the knife out and pushed the dead torwards the other walkers. "Up up up, you can walk ? " she asked , pulling what was a woman up.

Silvy González One of the walkers had caught up to her and Silvy felt it trying to grab at her. She put all of her strength in pushing herself up from the ground so she could fight this thing off of her and running as fast as she could. Silvy was in the midst of getting up when another being rushed into the scene. For half a second, Silvy thought it might be David but that didn't make sense. He was too far away to get here to rescue her so quickly. And the person saving her ass was smaller than David. The walker was dealt with, its corpse shoved to bowl over the others still shambling towards them. Silvy looked at her hero before pulling herself back to her feet. Her right ankle felt tight from tripping over that root but she could put her weight on it. "Yeah, yeah, I can walk. Thank you." Silvy narrowed at her eyes at her hero, a spark of recognition trying to tell her something. Nah, Silvy was getting mixed up. Maybe she hit her head on the fall downwards. "C'mon, follow me," she said, pulling her hero with her so she could still lead the remaining walkers back to the Daybreakers.

Andrea Brendon It took more time than it should have, really, for the information to get to her brain and then really comprehend what was happening. It was like a slap in the face. A real one, like seeing a ghost. Walkers were all of the sudden really not important anymore, in fact, she forgot about them. Maybe she had a fever, maybe it was a dream, maybe a lot of maybes she hadto snap out of it because she was pulled away from the still approaching walkers. That too made her so confused as to why , what who, where. The wheels were turning so hard ,and so fast that she had nothing to say. "Wait… hold….hold on….hold on…." she shook her head. "What the fuck is going on here….what …where….WHY are you alive ????"

Silvy González Silvy did not have time for this. Whatever this person's problem was, it was going to have to wait. Silvy needed to get these walkers back to where she had left David and Clint immediately. She couldn't stop now and discuss exactly why she was alive. What kind of question was that anyway?! However, underneath all of that, Silvy's instincts were screaming at her to slow down and get a proper look at the person who had just saved her from that one walker. She wanted to go against her instincts but so far, those instincts got her through some of the toughest shit a person has had to face. So she looked at her hero, narrowing her eyes as she tried to determine what her instincts already knew.

"Drea?"

It was as if the whole world fell away from Silvy and she was now in freefall. She must be hallucinating. She must have hit her head and she was now unconscious because there is no way in which her best friend, Drea Brandon, was stood in front of her now. Drea was dead and Silvy was hallucinating. Right?

David Alexander David wasn't watching the men so much as he was watching down the road where Silvy would be coming with the hoard of Walkers. While he didn't think that Silvy would have any issues, anything could happen out here. He would be able to breathe once he saw Silvy returning. But Clint's comments do finally turn his attention back to the group. "What are they plannin'?" he asked, knowing full well that Clint would be able to ascertain it better than he could with his lip reading.

Clint Bennet Lips drew into a thin line as he continued to watch. The view made it difficult but he tried his best, piecing things together as he focused on the one that mentioned "prisoners". "Sayin' somethin' about capturin' prisoners n' kids…" He replied to give David what little information he was able to gather. With the other turned away from him he could only catch half of what the two were saying but he felt a chill run down his spine when he clearly was able to make out "west of the stream" immediately bringing Redwood to his mind. "It's gotta be th'community they're talkin' about…" What else could it be? His mind raced more frustrated by the information they were missing.

David Alexander David's gut felt heavier. He didn't like this. He wanted nothing more than to stop these assholes from whatever they were planning but Clint and himself were no match for the sheer number of them. "If it is, this is bad. Means they know where we are." His fingers tap in a slow rhythm on the hilt of his knife. "We'll give Silvy another couple of minutes. If she's not here, we're gonna have to draw their attention."

Clint Bennet Chewing the inside of his lip, Clint brought his attention back to David. "Can't tell if these fucks are headed there now… If we can capture one of em, we can git more information 'bout what they know. What they're plannin'." He pointed out. "If it comes down t' that, I'll move further up th'road, draw em t'me. Y' can pick a few of em off before they know any better, yer a better shot than I am, th' sound of gunfire should light a fire under Silvy's ass."

Andrea Brendon Time stood still as Drea slowly pulled her scarf down to reveal her face to Silvy and indeed it was her. For a moment she just stood dumbfounded at the idea that the woman in front of her was indeed Silvy. And then she snapped back into reality and just went forward to hug her. Hug her so tightly that she was going to suffocate her. The emotion was just too strong and her priority was on that moment, not the walkers, not the situation, not anything else.

Silvy González Silvy was still certain she was hallucinating, even as the other woman pulled her mask off to reveal she was wearing Drea's face underneath. All she could do was stare at her while trying to make sense of this senseless scene. Drea was dead. Drea wasn't here. This wasn't possible.

And yet, despite the impossibility of it all, Drea was pulling Silvy in for a tight hug. Silvy was barely able to lift her arms to hug 'Drea' back but then something clicked within Silvy. Something about the feel of Drea's arms around her, the sound of her voice, her scent somehow detectable underneath everything else. Silvy's senses were screaming at her that this really was Drea, alive and in the flesh.

Silvy let out a strangled sounding sob as she latched onto Drea, hugging her back with just as much desperation and intensity. And Silvy wasn't planning on ever letting go but those fucking walkers had to ruin things. They had managed to close in, close enough for Silvy to smell them. "No time to explain," she said to Drea as she pulled back from their embrace. Instead she took Drea by the hand and started to drag her with her as she ran.

Andrea Brendon The woman had a million questions, a million thoughts. She did not understand why Silvy was not trying to get rid of the walkers, or why she was in such an urge. She realized she may have missing pieces to this story. Even if she did not fully comprehend how she could just randomly find her friend, or why now, after months of this, she followed, no questions leaving her lips. She just held on tightly to her hand and ran with her to wherever she was taking her.

Silvy González It was as if Silvy could run forever now she had her Drea back. Silvy clung onto Drea's hand, like her life depended on holding onto her. All she had to do was lead the walkers back to the Daybreakers, help David and Clint, and then she and Drea could reunite properly and figure out how on earth they managed to find one another again.

They followed the trail back to where Silvy had left David and Clint. Breathless, she came to a stop next to her Redwood friends, bringing Drea to croach down with her. "Drea, David, Clint." Silvy rush through their introductions. "Walkers inbound, where you want 'em?" She asked, looking to David and Clint for instruction.

David Alexander David didn't like the plan but if Silvy didn't show up soon then they would have to. "Alright, I'll keep them off of ya, but no unnecessary risks, understood?"

But thankfully he heard footsteps coming from Silvy's direction. He held up his knife until he saw Silvy and he relaxed, until he saw the stranger with her. Before he could ask she was hastily making introductions. The story could come later. "Right up the road. That's when Clint and I move in. You ready, Clint?"

Clint Bennet He nodded his head at David's instruction, he was just about to turn to mentally plan a path when Silvy's figure broke through the tall grass, he was just about to make a joke about taking the scenic route when he spotted the other person with her. First instinct was to go on the defensive but Silvy quickly made it clear that she was a friendly and he let out a sigh of relief. With the now 4 against 6 their odds were a little better. "We gotta keep one alive t'git information from. They were talkin' 'bout some concernin' shit." He reminded David and informed the others. His hand patted David's shoulder and he pulled his knife from it's sheath, giving a nod and a "Ready."

Andrea Brendon Drea made a hand sign to the two men after they went to them. She followed with her eyes to stop on the truck she had seen earlier. She looked back at Silvy, then the two men. "You wanna just explain to me what I stumbled into here ? Between herding walkers and these guys, what the fuck is up with that ?" she asked , whispering. They owed her as much if she was going to put her life on the line, which she would for Silvy anyway, but she needed just the short version of context.

Silvy González Silvy was about to take off running in the direction where David said to lead the walkers but Drea's demand stopped her. She sighed and turned back to Drea, putting her hands on the other woman's shoulders. "Those guys over there are bad news. We're about to ruin their days and steal their truck. If you want no part in this, fine. But don't try to stop us either, ok?"

Clint Bennet Clint nearly fell over himself when the other told them to stop, he was frustrated not having any idea who this person was having suddenly been inserted into their team. "Silvy, who th'fuck is this? 'N not just a name, that don't tell us shit." He all but snapped, though kept his voice low. What if she was part of the Daybreaker group and was trying to insert herself to ruin what they had planned? What if she shot them dead right here while they were hiding?

Andrea Brendon "I'm not , I just need to know who's your crew and who is not. " she looked behind Silvy. "Can I get the bike with the truck ? " she asked, reaaally wanting a bike ever since everything went to shit. While her sister had every ounce of attention, the man's voice caught her attention. " Well aren't you a charmer , bubblegum. " she commented in almost a growl. " She's my best friend. You don't talk to her like that unless you want my fist in your nuts. "she added, more out of habit that no one was allowed foul language when talking to Silvy, then a personal attack. She then looked at the other man. "Hey Hannibal Smith, where you want me ? "

David Alexander David looked over at the three of them. "Okay, right now? Not the time. We'll figure out the whole who's who and whatnot later, unless y'all'd rather risk getting into a fight with seven heavily armed guys?" He cast a glance to the new blonde and raised his brow with a lack of amusement. "You stay put here until the coast is clear and you get into the bed of the truck and pull Silvy in. Good on the plan? Good. Now Silv, get to moving before we lose the element of surprise." 5 janvier 2024

Clint Bennet He was about to fire something back to the girl, something about his issue not being with Silvy, but David's voice cut through before he could utter anything and set him straight, refocusing on David and his plan. Nodding his head he looked back to Silvy. "I'll cover ya, stick close 'n I'll git ya up there. We'll be drivin' off before they know what happened."

Silvy González Silvy nodded as David took control of the situation. She reached out for Drea's hand and gave it a quick, firm squeeze, her way of telling Drea to trust her and that she'll explain everything later once the imminent threats had been taken care of. She sent a wink to Clint to confirm his plan and then she took off, leaving her friends behind again. Staying low to the ground, she got herself into position to flag down the incoming walkers and direct them towards the Daybreakers.

Andrea Brendon Drea was about to argue, but then she just decided to say nothing. They didn't want her help ? Fine, she wouldn't give them her help and just remain hidden in this spot like a sitting duck. She watched as they all went closer, and then watched Silvy get to her part of the job.

Clint Bennet He watched the two women carefully, He didn't trust the new one yet, but Silvy seemed to trust her completely. That was enough for him in this circumstance, not like he had a whole lot of room to question it. Without another word, things were in motion. Clint followed close behind Silvy, keeping his eye out as she caught the walker's attention, they began moving slowly in the right direction, just according to plan. Alright, one thing down. Clint tapped Silvy's arm and started to make his way towards the vehicle, keeping himself as low as he could before they reached the truck. He considered hoisting her up but realized that there might be another of the Daybreaker crew tucked away in the bed. Climbing up as carefully and quietly as he could, he was relieved to see no one else was in the vehicle. He reached his hand out to Silvy and pulled her in with him. "The window t'the cabin is open. Think y'can squeeze yerself in?" He whispered, keeping low.

David Alexander David watched as Clint wandered off with Silvy and he sighed. "Alright, change in plan, kid," he muttered, looking to the blonde, "You're with me. We're on Daybreaker duty. We're gonna take them out to clear a path for Silvy and Clint, got it?" He didn't give her much time to agree as he motioned at her to follow him. "Stay close and if things go South, you high tail it to the truck."

David led the way out of the bushes and stabbed the first Daybreaker he saw in the neck. Their attention was pretty well occupied with the Walkers Silvy had led but a few had noticed the living. He nodded at Drea to take the one that was heading towards Silvy while he went after one heading towards Clint.

Silvy González Silvy waited as the walkers came into view. She sprung up from her hiding place and waved her hands in the air to get the attention of the shambling walkers. Only one seemed to notice her so instead she ran out and got closer to them. That was when they caught her scent. Almost in unison, the walkers shifted their direction of travel towards Silvy. Silvy grinned at them before darting back to where Clint was.

Together she and Clint crept quickly to the truck. She waited as Clint checked to make sure the vehicle was empty before they tried to steal it. When he pulled her up, she peered at the small but open window. She started to shed the supplies she had strapped to her body. "If I get stuck, I'm blaming you entirely." She gave Clint a smirk before squeezing herself through the opening. It was a tight fit, almost too tight, but she got in. She unlocked the doors so Clint could get in too. "You ever hotwire a truck before?" She asked him once he joined her.

Andrea Brendon Drea perked up and nodded. She did not have much training in being in a duo to off people, but she had to survive more than once to just not see them as people. It wasn't easy , even now, but she knew that sometimes when it came to protecting the people you loved, you had tro do ugly things. There was no way she would let anything happen to Silvy. She stopped when David went for his Daybreaker and watched carefully his back to notify him if there was one more looking at them. Thankfully there wasn't. She took her knife out of her booth and snuck through some bushes. She wasn't very tall, but that was an advantage now. She jumped up, stabbed the Daybreaker and brought him down with him to finish the job and have him be hidden in the bushes. She noticed a radio and took it, as well as a pistol. She came closer to David and handed him their radio, he would do more with it than her. She then pointed at 1 daybreaker on top of the truck. "You got some sniping skills per chance? " she whispered.

David Alexander David took down the Daybreaker and was crouching down to stay low and out of sight. He watched Drea out of the corner of his eye - she was good. The other four were taking care of the Walkers but he wasn't focused on them - they'd be overrun soon. Drea pointed out the guy on top of the truck and he nodded as he flipped his knife so he was grabbing the knife. Without a confirmation he threw it and watched as the blade pierced between the guy's eyes, killing him before he knew what hit him. "Alright, let's get out of here." He pointed to the bike for her to take. "You still want to keep that? She's all yours." He grabbed his knife from the body before climbing into the cab. "Let's get out of here before the others notice what's up." 10 janvier 2024

Silvy González With Clint's help, Silvy got the truck's engine to rumble into life. Silvy let out a delighted laugh at the sound of the engine. She glanced over to see David climbing into the cab. "Where's Drea?" Any sign of joy or amusement about the engine working was gone from Silvy's face, replaced by panic. "Where is she?"

Andrea Brendon "You are Hannibal…" she simply muttered under her breath as he perfectly aligned that shot. Impressed she was indeed. She looked at David, then at David and if she had not just killed a man, she would have probably expressed her christmas joy to that random man. Instead she held it in and nodded. While he was climbing into the cab, she went to the bike. "Hello beautiful." she was also lucky, because the keys were still there too. Perfect. She started it, had a little orgasm from the sound and roared the engine. Not really able to hear Silvy at all, and knowing that once they were out of there, they could really talk, she just drove off, planning on letting the truck over take her further down the road, because, well she still didn't know where their settlement was.

David Alexander David got into his seat and pulled his gun just in case they would need some cover on the way out, but it looked like the Walkers were doing what they needed. He took a breath and looked at Silvy, his brow furrowing a bit before he nodded to the blonde who was running off on the bike. "She's right there. You wanna drive this thing and catch up or keep sitting around?"

Clint Bennet With a little effort and shedding off some supplies, Silvy was luckily able to slip herself through the small back window. Once she was in and unlocked the door, he grabbed her things from the bed of the truck and hopped down to join her in the cab. Through the windows, he saw David and Drea make their move, but his attention was drown back to Silvy when she needed the truck to be hotwired. "Yep, gotcha." He stated before moving down to the floor panel and popping the cover on the drivers side out. He located the four wires he would need, stripping the plastic from their ends and twisted the brown and pink around the red positive charge wire before touching the starter wire to them, starting the engine. Just as soon as the car was started David had joined them. Clint wiggled his way up from the floor panel, ending up in the middle, listening to the two before seeing the new person fly off with the motorcycle. "C'mon, Silv, let's catch up."

Andrea Brandon Andrea slowed down , and looked behind her. It took a minute, but she saw the truck approaching. She sighed in relief, let it pass her, and followed close behind. They reached the gates of Redwood , she stopped next to the truck and pulled her scarf down again. She looked around and waited for David or Clint to explain to her what the protcol was, while Silvy put the truck in a safer area , away from the door.

David Alexander BOT — 16/01/2024 22:57 The truck pulled up next to Drea and he rolled down the window while he waited for the gates to open up and allow them in. "Alright, here's the deal, kid. When we get inside I want you to follow me. We're gonna drop off these and then I'm gonna take you over to the precinct we got. It's nothing personal - just a quarantine thing. Then I'll let the Council know you're here and someone will be by shortly to talk with ya. I'll get ya some food as well while you wait. Got it?"

Andrea Brandon "Sounds fair to me. Your playground , your rules. " She handed him her backpack. "Hopefully you are as decent as you make this place out to be." she added and sighed. She hoped that this Council whatever, would not let her rot in a cell, cause they were busy with an upcoming war or something. She'll have time to think and know if she'll stick around or not. "Lead the way …David was it ? …and Clint" she pointed at the other male. 17 janvier 2024

David Alexander David took the backpack from her and slung it over his shoulder. He simply grunted and nodded as he motioned for her to follow him. "Yep, that's our names. Don't worry, this place is a pretty well-oiled machine." He looked to Clint. "You good taking care of these while I escort our new friend to the precinct?"

Clint Bennet Pulling up to the community, everyone was pretty quick to get out, which Clint was grateful for, feeling squished sat in the middle. He also slid out and stretched his legs, the mother in law seat was not kind for his long ass legs even for the short distance. When the new arrival mentioned him he gave a nod, not really sure how to navigate her yet. When David asked if he could handle bringing the vehicles in he gave a simple "Yeah, got it, boss." And decided to take the bike inside first. He retrieved the keys and revved the engine before he rode it past the gates.

Andrea Brandon Drea really hoped they would give her that bike again, she felt almost possessive when she saw it leave with someone that wasn't her. Yet she did not say anything. "Well if it's well-oiled, then I shall be shat out of that cell , pronto." she joked , but mostly to herself. She followed David to the precinct and welcomed her new home for the forseeable future. Not sure, just how she had managed to find herself in this situation and hijacking some random group with another random group, but then again, she was Andrea, those things only could happen to her.

[silverknightpiece]

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 ： 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐆𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐬 ： 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞/𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Listening to the students through the grapevine of gossip, yelling, and fighting throughout the day has led the bodyguard back into the circle of extroverted students who explained far too quickly what the commotion was about. Usually, the sight of the Diasomnia outfit would give the masses pause from dragging him anywhere, but spirits were far too high to dampen the moods in the crowd.

Boots and sneakers squeaked on the polished wood of Sam's store, and Silver can barely believe he's in a fray like this again. The students piling the counters and the shelves were not as bad as the New Years sale, but if some of the tomes quality was to be assessed properly, items today were of high value and very sought after.

Not because of much you can resell一unless you get something as durable as a book or as fine as a locket一but because of the holiday you the people at the gates had gushed about as Silver wondered who his coffee run had been prematurely halted.

"Sam's got the best Valentine's Day gifts on the day itself, you can't go wrong spending a bit!" ： "I got a girlfriend back home, and you can't tell me something from Sam's won't amaze her." ： "Oh, your from Diasomnia too! Quick, help us hold our place for the Valentine's sale."

If this wasn't familiar, Silver might not have been so suspicious of his fellow Diasomnia members dragging him into line. Asking them upfront what this was about had bolstered no real clues except the obvious, so he had to ask the more blunt question on his mind.

"What is... Valentine's Day?"

If Silver being one of Malleus's personal guards hadn't killed the atmosphere, it seems that this question had. First, in was like they hadn't processed what he had said in their jolly mood. Secondly, followed the down turning if smiles and confusion set in. If Silver wasn't serious about not knowing, he wouldn't have felt awkward for hushing for jolly talk.

Silver crossed his arms and awaited the answer from someone, because he honestly didn't know. Another human holiday he hadn't properly been taught about was not new to him, but it was indeed strange he hadn't heard anything before the big day itself. Don't these things take planning and time?

"Sir... You really don't know?" A freshman he recognizes asks him with indignation.

Silver answers with honesty and a flat tone. "Yes. I don't recall hearing anything about this before today, much less anytime yesterday. When was this set-up?"

"Sir, it was set-up yesterday for pre-orders or special persons. Today is for the whole student body to just shop." The freshman continues, still being aghast that Silver was out of the loop.

A slightly older Diasomnia student steps in for Silver, and to his credit, he does look as shocked anymore after connecting something in his head. "It's only natural that Silver wouldn't know about Valentine's Day, or the sale yesterday. He's not from the central grasslands or the Queendom of Roses, so it's natural he probably hasn't heard of it on a regular bases... or at all, really."

"But, why wouldn't he know about the sale or the promotional material?" The freshman asks before Silver can inquire the same thing.

It was quickly answered with a small wince of the upperclassmen. "Silver fell asleep before clubs even began, and some Diasomnia members had to take him from class because of how heavy he was sleeping. I hear Silver didn't wake up till after the Sports Club helped San decorate and pass fliers out, around dinner."

Silver felt his throat tighten and his jaw clench at the explanation of his passing out yesterday, and couldn't refute the claim at all. He had seemed to have a gap in his memory where he couldn't remember his last class, or clubs, and hoped it had been the side effect of a shorter, rougher nap. No. It had been the doing of a dizzy spell so harsh it knocked him out for three hours, and through getting carried. Silver could recall dinner clearly, but nothing about Crewel's final period. Not again.

"Oh." Answers the freshman, and the skittish sophomore beside him helps them push forward in the line to keep their spots.

The silence was thick between the Diasomnia students until the upperclassmen finally came back to the topic Silver had wanted to discuss previously. Apparently the Queen of Hearts used the day to celebrate her husband and loving marriage, and genuinely spread the cheer all around the cities nearest the Kingdom for one day only. Another upperclassmen of Diasomnia, a silent and large type, also brings up another myth of the Goddess of Love, born from the Isles worshipped near the Underworld. Apparently, thus Cupid was a distributor of affection by forceful means and weapons.

Silver was lost the second more then one myth lead to a controversy of the past, but ultimately he settled for at least understanding the central meaning of this Valentine's Day...

To share a gift from the heart so someone knows you've appreciated their efforts in your life.

The freshman almost wanted to correct him, but his upperclassmen shook their heads and made motions of axing their necks. It was best to just leave Silver be, especially since they lost him after discussing a holiday policy change from a nation Silver didn't live in. At least they had a determined soldier on their side, ready with a plan for his time in the store, and they all waited for the line to decrease.

…

…

…

An hour and a half of waiting, and barely twenty minutes to find gifts as fast as he could, and it still wasn't enough for what he had planned. Silver, left arm carrying all his merchandise and items he had acquired, had never seen a time so short outside of New Years Sales. He always forgets that in the moment, he does not enjoy the hassle, but for some reason the thrill doesn't deter him from a later perspective. He guesses that's why shopping was mentioned as an addiction by Crewel once...

As he heads back through the campus and onto the track to Diasomnia, he couldn't avoid the ironic nature of this college. Hearts... being given away through thoughts or actions or gifts... in a school so unlike Royal Sword, it almost made Silver wonder how universal joy was...

Later, he thinks, you have gifts to wrap.

…

…

…

"I know it isn't much, but I could only think of this when getting you a gift for this Valentine's Day." Silver had brought the gift for you with him all day just in-case he'd have a faithful run-in sooner or later. And just his luck, he can give his gift without the hassle of further chase (he hopes).

[thegcldenguard]

companion to @halfawitch-willow's tuesday

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Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there. I did not die.

--slams the reverse uno card of pain back at silv --

[kjam101]

*I cling to Aiden*

Are you okay Silv..? I'm here now, so hush

*He has absolutely no experience with children-

[wpdariacutnes]

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[inkribbon796]

Egotober Day 11: Who is the Strongest in the Land?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31

Prompt: Strong

Summary: There’s a bit of a debate in the Coalition. Who is the strongest? Silver’s superpower? Bob’s shields. Or Robbie’s magically infused muscles?

A/N: So, guess who saw the new Sanders Asides and already wants to make content? Me! Unfortunately for the plot I will have to wait until I can include the new pairing in so heads up on that.

Warnings: none

For years there had been a question between the heroes.

Who was the strongest hero? Unlike with Jackie’s speed, Roman’s imagination-based powers, or the fact that Logan was unbeatable in trivia pursuit games; the “strong” category had no clear first place winner.

If you asked anyone in the city there was only one name they gave: Silver. Mostly because he was able to lift cars and similarly heavy objects throw them an eyebrow-raising distance away.

Ask certain heroes like Joan and Logan or even King who were a bit more literal about the powers around them, and they gave a different answer: Bob.

Logan’s reasoning was simple: the veteran hero had impenetrable barriers. Blunt force objects, explosives, magical attacks, Dark’s aura, even Silver using his strength to rocket him across the fight like a huge pinball wasn’t enough to even crack the barrier. The only thing stopping the barrier was Bob’s stamina in maintaining said barrier.

Of course Marvin was one of the only people with a third opinion: Robbie. Before his zombification, for lack of a better term, Robbie had never really had a superpower. He had only some good sense — something interestingly hard to come by in the group — and he was a touch hardier than the average teenager. But after Marvin had been using more and more spells to reverse the after effects of his slight decomposition, the result was Herculean strength and more human mannerisms.

Today one debate turned into another and once again Bob and Mark were going to settle the age old debate, and before anyone knew it most of the heroes were standing in the garage and Logan was helping to rig several sensors to take measurements of how hard Silver was punching and how hard Bob or his barriers were getting hit.

Henrik was of course naturally fretting around Robbie, fully objecting to Marvin using the young man to settle the debate.

“Nein! You vill do no such zing!” Henrik argued.

“Relax,” Iplier tapped him with the back of his hand, “J.J you’d tell us if anything happened right?”

J.J nodded and signed a quick “yes” but was conspicuously not making his way to the betting pool to place a bet of his own. It kept Iplier from making his own since neither the time traveler nor the seer were making bets, they were sitting on either side of him, watching.

“Do you guys know who to bet on?” Dr. Iplier asked them.

“Of course the Host knows who will win,” the seer grinned between his narrations.

J.J gave a sign that the Host did his best to translate, “No bet on first attempt,” J.J warned him.

“I’ll ask you next time then,” Iplier joked, smiling. “We’ll make bank on it.”

Then the Host pulled a jar out that had two five dollar bills in it, a tapped note in Iplier’s handwriting read on the front: “TIE”. Each of the notes had a rolled up piece of paper that had the name of the person who had placed the bet and how much they placed. There was a huge grin on his face, “The Host suggests Iplier go and place his bet on the table.”

J.J shrugged and slipped a five into Iplier’s hand, his name tag wrapped around it. Thankfully the bulk of the group was too busy arguing to notice what was obviously the Host’s bet going up. But Virgil who was close by saw that Iplier was trying to sneak the jar up. Iplier then snuck back and Virgil carefully slipped his bet from Bob’s jar, which he had only chosen because Logan had placed a bet there, to the Tie jar. Then he went back to sitting a safe distance away. “A safe distance” that would eventually turn into sitting next to Iplier.

“Fuck ‘em up Robbie!” Ethan cheered from where he was standing.

Robbie gave a huge, warm smile.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on my team?” Mark chuckled, giving his former apprentice a fake-offended gasp.

Ethan just laughed, his contagious giggling undercutting any actual vitriol that could have been in the words, “No, hahahah! Fuck you.”

Bob laughed, “Ooooh! He got you good!”

Mark rolled his eyes and lightly pushed him, “Come on, let’s go.”

Roman cleared his throat, he was in a huge puffy tutu that was white and red with glitter dusting it. He was in a tight red and white leotard with golden accents to it that were reminiscent of his usual outfit, along with a pair of white footed pants. “Well let’s begin, my bet won’t win itself.”

“Your wager was placed by bribery with cookies, compounding your already unsound logic,” Logan reminded him.

“Oh hush, nerdy Wolverine,” Roman ordered, and held an arm up. “Okay, Round 1: Silver Shepherd v. Gatling, to the victor go . . . the victory.”

“Smooth, Princey,” Virgil snickered.

Roman stuck out his tongue at Virgil and the anxious Side just snickered and rolled his eyes. “Well we have other rounds.”

The creative Side cleared his throat before announcing, “Ready. Set. Go!”

Roman brought his hand down as he said that last word. Mark shot off at full speed, too fast for most of the heroes to follow with their own eyes.

Bob brought up a barrier in time and the air around the other heroes popped most of their ears. Virgil whimpered in pain a bit and scooted over to get closer to Iplier.

Silver repeatedly flew around to get spread. The barriers never broke and Silver kept up the onslaught for another couple minutes before the wear and strain started to show on Bob’s face.

Usually in an actual fight the other heroes would have picked up the slack so Bob could hunker into his barriers and get a breather to grab his second wind. But this wasn’t a normal fight, it was a duel and the fight started to wear down on him.

The instant Silver saw it, he started taunting his friend. “What’s the matter, getting tired there?”

“How about you shut up, asshole!” Bob shouted and as Silver was racing forward again, he extended out the barrier and Silver wasn’t as braced as he should have been and slammed into it face-first, breaking his nose.

The barrier extended out, taxing more of Bob’s strength than he expected. The shield flickered and Silver noticed it immediately and struck, slamming into the barrier again and Bob’s concentration slipped, the barrier flickered again just long enough for Silver to speed through and knock Bob to the ground, pinning him in place.

Mark had a huge, smug smile on his face, “Hah! I win.”

Bob groaned, “Fuck!”

“Inconclusive,” Logan huffed. “The barriers were never broken.”

“But he was defeated all the same,” Host announced. “The Host doubts that Silver’s current opponent could get back on his feet to fight Silver so soon.”

“You didn’t even make a bet,” Mark shouted at him, catching his breath a little.

But at the Host’s huge smile, Silver looked back at Jackie who was now by the table, “Hey, what was his bet, cause that smile says he made one.”

“I dunno,” Jackie shrugged, “I stepped away to grab a coffee.”

“The Host was secretive about his bet because only five people would have voted against him,” the Host said.

“Of course we wouldn’t have,” Ethan agreed loudly. “You know what’s gonna happen.”

“But where would the Host get his entertainment from?” The Host smiled, trying to sound hurt but it didn’t work at all.

“You asshole,” Bob smiled. “Kay, Silv, you win.”

“Hey! That’s my job!” Roman reminded indignantly.

“Wooooo! Yeah, I’m the best, fucking suck it!” Mark shouted at Bob, talking right over Roman which made the Side even angrier, floating off the ground for a bit.

Bob shoved him a bit, sending him farther than if Mark had been standing like a normal person. “Ugh, you are the worst sometimes.”

Then Bob stepped aside and Robbie came to stand opposite Silver. And here was where Mark made his first mistake. He looked at Robbie, at the former apprentice he had helped train, and tried to figure out how to beat Robbie without hurting him.

Roman announced how, and Silver moved first. He flew towards Robbie but instead of knocking him over, the young man grabbed him by the arm and used Silver’s momentum to toss him to the side and make him slammed into the wall behind the zombie.

Henrik and Marvin dove out of the way, and Mark stared at Robbie with surprise.

“Yeah, get ‘im,” Marvin cheered after a moment’s shock.

“Alright, fine then,” Mark huffed out, deciding that he could afford to be a little rougher with him. Much to Henrik’s mounting horror, Mark began to try with more effort to pin Robbie down, but Mark’s earlier round with Bob and the fact that he’d been wasting time going easy on him for the first half of the fight.

So when Mark came flying towards him, trying to get around the back to pin Robbie down but the ensuing struggle looked more like a wrestling match and ended with Robbie kinda hugging Mark’s arms to his side and the superhero just floating in the air looking like a piece of board.

“Heya,” Bob smiled at Mark, “having fun there, buddy?”

“Shut up,” Silver tried to wiggle free but Robbie just hugged him harder, a smile on his face.

After about a solid minute, he let out a frustrated growl and just floated there in an angry huff. “How? Marvin what have you done to this guy?”

“That sounds like he gave up,” Marvin grinned, looking at Logan who looked thoroughly upset and put out. “Victory right?”

“No!” Silver called, struggling a bit more. “I’m not giving up.”

Then he admitted, “Yeah . . . fine.”

“Robbie win?” Robbie smiled at Marvin.

“Sure did kid,” Marvin cheered.

“Yay!” Robbie let go of Mark and he just floated there for a bit, pouting a little.

He did float out of range so Bob, hopped up on an energy drink and getting a little bit of a rest, could take his place. He smiled as he put out a little bit of a barrier. Bob was bracing for a hard hit like he usually was with Silver but when Roman called “Go” and Robbie slammed his shoulder against the barrier, Bob barely felt it.

Bob was used to faster heroes, and having a tanky type of fighting style, by necessity with his powers, he was unused to defending against that.

But Robbie wasn’t a fast fighter, strong? Absolutely. However he wasn’t even half as fast as Mark and Bob just rested his elbow against the barrier and leaned against it. It had been a hot minute since he’d fought someone he had enough time to rest with.

Mark and Wade were the first ones to realize what was going on.

“Well shit,” Wade said. “He’s not getting through that.”

“He could!” Marvin promised defiantly.

Wade gave Marvin a look, “You know he’s not.”

“Come on, he hits hard enough to do more than that,” Mark defended, if only to salvage his own wounded pride.

“Oh yeah, I feel something,” Bob agreed. “It’s just not fast enough.”

“He was going faster against Silver,” Marvin cut in. “I call a do over.”

“No! No! If I got tired after Gatling,” Mark called out, “that counts.”

“But that means it’s a tie,” Bob spoke up. “We can’t have a tie.”

“But oh yes, the heroes can,” the Host smiled.

“Yah weren’t e’en bettin’!” Marvin shouted at them.

“But yet the Host always wins,” the Host smiled, J.J smiled as well.

“So do we win?” Virgil asked hesitantly.

“Hey,” Logan turned to Virgil, “you placed a bet at the same time has me for Bob.”

“I changed it,” Virgil whispered, already pulling his hoodie up a bit higher.

“You changed your vote because you were aware of a more likely outcome,” Logan realized. “I applaud your insight.”

Virgil smiled a bit and the winnings were distributed amongst the four winners, J.J leaving this timeline as it was. Logan, Bob, Marvin, and Mark continued to debate between each other who would have won in an “actual fight” after the Host used his voice to bring in a bunch of donuts to distract the heroes from the fact that he had basically got away with the bulk of the winnings . . . again.

[sheilarice1]

(Silver Death- Part two)

I only trust Winter:

I have been in the big shed for about 3 hours and I come out when Tony is in the small shed that is directly above the larger one. The thing is the tunnel to get to the underground shed is a draining grate in the small shed so no one would suspect it.

When I flip the grate open Tony points his hand gauntlet at me, and very slowly lowers it when he realizes it's me.

"Don't go down there."

"What's down there?"

"Nothing that concerns you."

"I'm gonna check it out"

"Good luck with that. It's just a hollow shaft that drops 50 feet. And is too small for your suit to fit."

"Never mind then."

"I'm going to start supper. Are you coming or not?"

"Following."

We cross the yard in silence, which Stark behind me by a few feet tense and ready for a fight that hopefully never comes.

Walking into my house I see someone cooking spaghetti. Their back is turned to me but judging by the hair it's Scarlett.

"What kind of sauce are you making for that?"

"Huh? Sauce?"

"The stuff that goes on things like spaghetti."

"Oh. Um I wasn't planning on putting any on. I don't know how to make any and I didn't find sauce in the cupboards."

"I can teach you if you want."

"Sure"

The next 15 minutes contains Scarlet and me collecting ingredients and putting them into a sauce pan to mix and cook together.

"The noodles are done. We need to drain now."

"Okay"

Standing in the entry way for the living room and alerting everyone by my presence by clearing my throat I mutter

"Supper is ready. Come get some if you would like."

They all come into the kitchen and sit at the table that I set while waiting for the noodles to cook, and keeping myself at least 2 feet from Scarlet so I don't scare or accidentally harm her.

"Dig in."

They all watched me as they dug in and I didn't even attempt to get anything to eat. Truth is I don't eat very often, that and I prefer not to eat with anyone near me.

Thor goes for seconds and Steve starts glaring at him.

"You should let her eat, or at least ask if she's going to before getting more.

"I'm not hungry. Besides I ate lunch."

"Silver you should eat."

"I'm fine Winter. Thank you for worrying though."

As everyone finishes I clear plates and try to ignore their glances and hushed whispers.

"Bucky. Who is she?"

"A friend."

"Like a friend that's going to murder us in our sleep? Or a friend that's not going to try and kill us?"

"No I'm not going to kill you."

"You can hear us?"

"Yes Widow I can. I am enhanced."

"How so?"

"You don't have to worry about it. I'm not going to hurt anyone here."

Winter starts to laugh. Then starts to stop until he looks back at Widow.

"WINTER! Seriously, contain yourself. I am being truthful by the way, unless they try to hurt me."

No one knows what's going on. I have known Winter since I was 5. When I was taken by HYDRA. He knows me better than I know myself.

**flashback**

"MOMMY!"

"DON'T TOUCH HER!"

BANG

My mother was silenced by a bullet going through her head.

Without anyone other than a practical 5 year old resisting, they took me.

I had a bag over my head, and my arms strapped down so I couldn't use my powers. The bag they put on my head didn't disappear when I turned invisible. And the cuffs holding my hands and legs were fireproof. No amount of heat would melt them.

When the bag was pulled off my head I was put into a room. Then dragged from that room to one with targets, knives, bows with arrows, guns, and swords.

The man escorting me room to room handed me a knife. I threw it. And it hit and killed someone. He handed me a sword and I killed everyone that was in that room. All while invisible. Then the Soldier came in. He called my name. And I walked up to him. Scared of what he would do I tremble.

He noticed and picked me up and pats my back, calming me.

**end**

Winter has known me for almost 19 years. He has words that control him. And I have mine. He knows me better than anyone, he trained me he pushed me to my limits then he would take care of me. He was like my brother.

He knows that unless I have been ordered to kill, I will not unless it's in self defence.

"Wait. Why are you laughing?"

"B-because Steve she hates killing and yet Natasha thinks she's gonna try to kill us! Ha!"

"Winter. Shut up."

"Sorry," pant, pant "Silver."

"What do you mean she hates killing? If she was HYDRA she should live to kill."

"Well Widow, I must have been a horrible HYDRA agent because I hate the amount of blood on my hands. Considering that I have killed more people than Winter."

"Silv you okay?" Bucky has a worried tone to his voice.

"Fine why?"

"Your hands are smoking"

"Oh. Oops"

"Your enhancing?"

"Yes Stark. I can make fire as an enhancement. Along with I have very good hearing."

"Cool."

After a couple minutes a few of them go to find their sleeping accommodations. I stand in the living room alone at dusk watching Stark through the window of the shed. Banner is of to one side talking to Stark. I will have to watch the video camera clips later.

I start to go through what has all happened today until;

"The jet! We should go get that!"

"Yah. Probably." How long had he been standing behind me? I thought I was alone.

"You're um, Hawkeye right?"

"The one and only."

"Cool."

"Oh yah."

After Hawkeye finds the team and I go tell Stark and Banner who are in the shed and about 20 minuets of walking through a field we reach the jet. The whole group came to help.

Winter and I should be able to do this ourselves.

"You get left I'll get right."

"You read my mind Jamesy."

"That name? Again?"

"Yup!" I popped my 'P' as I said it.

With a little bit of muttering he grabs his wheel and starts to lift. Together we manage to get it unburied and a lot less stuck. With the others watching as we did so.

Hawkeye gets the jet started and we all climb in. Their aren't enough seats and Winter is the only one here that trusts me so I stand behind him and hold onto his seat but end up falling during the bumpy lift off only to land someone's lap. Looking up I see Captain America staring at me while holding me in his arms- so I won't fall? He's looking at me weird.

By the time we get back to my yard the jet is starting to lose power. I tell Hawky to open a door so I can get out to open the doors to the big shed. He looks at me like I'm crazy considering the sheds above ground are small but does it anyway. When I jump out of the jet I realize that I haven't done this in awhile. Landing in a roll I run to the shed where my hidden door is. I slide down and open the bay doors. The big shed is about the size of my front lawn. If we needed we could fit 2 quin jets and still have room for other things in there. When Hawkeye and Widow set down the jet Stark walks out of the jet and heads straight to me. And starts yelling- due to the fact he's on one side of the shed and I am on the other- "how did you get this shed built like this?"

"Stole your blue prints for your lab thing about a year back and made the plans better."

"How?!"

"You need a better fire wall. No offence to JARVIS he competed with me when I was there."

"There where?"

"Hacking your computer."

"Oh?"

"He was telling me to- hey! Stop touching that!"

Banner and Thor had started to walk around. Banner being the polite man he is wasn't touching anything on my work benches just looking with his eyes. Thor was picking up pieces of equipment and throwing them back randomly making the work benches messy and and occasionally missing the benches so that the parts end up on the floor.

Trying to keep Thor away from my creations I click a few buttons on my control panel to set off an electric charge to directly where he is standing. It was only a small shock but enough for him to get the point. I ushered everyone out saying that they could do repairs in the morning.

Stark realizes I lied to him

"You said this was a 50 foot drop with no ladder. There is clearly a ladder there and my suit could easily fit down this shaft."

"I lied. Big deal. I didn't want you in my stuff."

"Does that mean you don't trust me?"

"The only one I trust here is Winter."

[lovesilvcr]

                   ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚    Nothing But Guilt　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

                        “You know I miss and I love yo ass right”...

As Silver was applying lotion to her toned legs her phone began to vibrate continuously. Wiping the residue from the lotion from her hands, she reached over her king size bed to retrieve her phone. Recognizing the number she quickly swiped the green bar over to the right and place the phone against her ear. Hearing the automatic message play she removed the phone and dialed the correct number option before placing it back to her ear. 

“Silver..wassup ma ?” The familiar voice filled her ears 

It has been a while since she heard his voice and like always he manged to put a smile on her face.  Just the sound of his voice caused butterflies swarm in her stomach as if she was a teenage girl. It was only one man who could possibly do that even if they were broken up. That guy was Mercy McNair. 

“Hey Mercy, how are you baby ?” she asked sweetly trying to wipe away her cheesy smile as if he could see her 

“I’m straight. I mean that’s all I can be while I’m rotting in this bitch” He said flatly, annoyance evident in his voice

“Hey hey, you know I supposed to be your fifteen minute escape from that place remember” She reminded the male as she laid back into the plush pillows on her bed 

She could hear Mercy sigh over the other end of the phone. It went silent for a moment and all she could hear was the commotion that the inmates and guards were causing in the background. 

“You right. So wassup though ma ? How work going, you did anything this weekend” He asked with a slightly different tone in his voice as if he was trying to show her that he was trying to think positive

“Work is work you know that but the Heart Ball was this weekend. I missed it because I was helping Vashti with some guy that was thrown out of a car and we had Sunday dinner at BCN tonight” she said informing him about her barely eventful weekend 

“And was he there ?” Mercy asked bluntly letting his possessive side show 

Silver knew that Mercy was talking about Sir. When Mercy was first sent away they tried to make their relationship last but it was becoming to difficult. With Silver’s work hours and the travel to and from the prison he was located in they pair agreed to just call it quits but that didn’t stop the love she was always going to have for him. Silver knew Mercy had people on the outside that was watching certain things for him and she so happened to be one of them. Silver never kept anything from him except one thing so she came clean to her dealing with Sir. 

“Yes he was there too but we barely spoke for that long Mercy. It’s not even like that you know” She said trying to play down her situationship with Sir “Plus you wanted us to break up anyways” she said mumbling the last words of her sentence hoping he didn’t hear. But unfortunate for her Mercy heard them

“What the fuck you mean its not like that Silv ? You fucking the nigga, the nigga probably be all through yo crib and don’t he have a bitch ? When the fuck you did you start doing shit like that ?” He questioned as his tone went cold “And yeah I did because who the fuck is going to wait for a person doing life. I’m not getting no fucking parole !” 

Silver grew silent hearing Mercy fuss at her. Her eyes began to burn form the tears forming in her eyes. She blinked a few times before releasing the pent up tears. It wasn’t because he was yelling at her, it was because he mentioned his prison sentence. Wiping away the tears that cascaded down her cheeks she sniffed lowly. 

Huffing loudly Mercy cleared his throat before speaking “you know I miss and love yo ass right ?” he asked her in a hushed tone 

Silver didn’t answer right away. Instead she sniffed a few more times before speaking to him “Yes I know Mercy and I love and miss you too. I just wish you were here sometimes” she admitted. And because of those words it made her cry more 

An automatic message began to play informing the pair that the call was coming to an end. 

“Look I meant what I said about you needing to move on with yo life even if I don’t like the shit. Just be careful out there ma, and next time I aint go spend the call with an attitude but you know me” He chuckled some hoping it would be some type of soother for her 

Releasing her own chuckle Silver wiped her eyes and cheeks once more “Please don’t you supposed to be my peace” she said even though she knew Mercy was going to be a headache for life. Hearing that they only had thirty seconds left in the call Silver quickly spoke “Alright baby I love you and I’ll talk to you soon” 

“I love you too” And with that their phone call ended. As her phone screen shifted to her recent calls she let the device slip from her hands before throwing herself back against the pillows. She didn’t know how long she could continue to lie to Mercy. The secret she had was killing her every single day since she preformed the disloyal action. Yeah the only feeling she had towards him was love but it was constantly washed away with nothing but guilt. It was a matter of time before he found out on his own but maybe it’ll be better if he heard it from her.

[sachertortes]

OMG PROMPTS YOU ARE AMAZING AND I LOVE YOU. wintershock nobility #1???

@bloomsoftly PROMPTS TIMES YES!! ALL OF THE

Prompt: Nobility themed, #1,  “Your country’s trying to take over/annex my country and you’re making it difficult to hate you because you’re so nice and attractive stop it”

Pairing: Bucky x Darcy

Rating: T

Notes: Nobility/Fantasy AU

“So he’s arrived today at court. At the palace. My palace,” Darcy said, turning to her Advisor.

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he replied.

Darcy frowned. She heard many things of this Prince James Buchanan Barnes and she was mostly certain none of it could be true.

Just the other morning, she’d hid in the corridor to listen to the maids talking about him as they were dusting in the music room.

“I heard he and his brother led their army over the Northern Pass during a blizzard and did not lose one man,” Ingrid said breathlessly.

“I heard he fought off a dozen men with his bare hands and won. And that a wizard gave him an enchanted arm of silver and his brother hair of gold,” Emmaline added in an awed whisper. “…They – they call him the Winter Soldier.” Then in a softer, dreamier voice, “They say he’s as tall and strong as a bear and his eyes are like glaciers.”

“Why, Emmaline! You naughty girl!” teased Ingrid.

“Oh, hush!” giggled Emmaline and Darcy left after that, leaving the girls to the rest of their work.

In the receiving room, Darcy now waited for that fearsome sounding man. He’d probably arrive cloaked in bearskin and covered in dirt or something, the barbarian.

“Well. There’s nothing to be done about that, I suppose.” She stood in a rustle of silk and faille then glided her hands over the front of her gown, over tiny pearls and embroidered roses.

“We’ll just have to throw him in the dungeon,” she continued breezily, flipping her curls over her shoulder. “The dark one. With all the spiders.”

Coulson merely raised one brow and intoned drily, “You know we don’t have dungeons.”

“Then I’ll build one! I’m the Queen! At least for a little while longer. I can definitely build a dungeon where some snivelly little Prince from an invading country can rot forever in the dark! Write that down, Coulson – a dark dungeon!”

“Might I remind you that you signed the Treaty and invited him here? And that the country needs the force of his armies?”

But Darcy was on a roll and elected to ignore Coulson’s logic. She tapped a finger to her chin. “Oooh! The Rack! Let’s bring back the Rack!”

“No, Your Majesty.”

“Not even a little one? Just for his legs or something?”

Coulson let out one long-suffering sigh.

If it was meant to chastise her, Darcy wouldn’t know. She’d heard that sigh for most of her life and was immune to it by now.

It was actually Sigh #21. Not as serious as Sigh #1 (The “You Must Stop That This Instant You Are the Leader of Your Country” Sigh) nor as lighthearted as Sigh #32 (The “You Amuse Me, But I’ll Never Say It” Sigh).

“Please, please, be civil. The welcome dinner is tonight – “

“Seat him between the Baroness Mowbray and the Duke Thornton. Perhaps he’ll flee the country out of sheer boredom.”

“And must I remind you that he has large armies and gold which our country needs at the moment?”

Darcy glared at him, then after realizing that she wasn’t going get any reaction other than his usual placidness, turned to glare at the dour portrait of her great-great-grandmother.

“Yes,” she ground out. “That’s the second time in five minutes you’ve mentioned that. He deserves the spidery dungeons. Who does he think he is?! We’ve always been neutral and we haven’t needed his stupid army or his stinking gold or his dumb – “

“Your Majesty –“

“Stupid face –“

“Your Majesty –“

“Or his so-called magical –“

“DARCY.”

“Yes, Coulson,” Darcy sighed, turning. “Oh!”

Standing there slightly behind Coulson was a man who could not be anyone other than the Prince.

Prince James was tall, but not as tall as a bear. His shoulders were broad under his black coat. His eyes, though – his eyes were a steely grey-blue, seeming even more light due to his dark brown hair that framed his face. He had obviously not had time to groom, but the days of growth on face only served to accent his already angular jawline, the slight dimple in his chin.

And Darcy could only think to herself, oh, if Emmaline only knew.

“If I am to be thrown in the dungeon, might I beg of the Queen that it be one without spiders? I don’t like spiders.”

“I – I am very sorry. You weren’t meant to hear that.”

Prince James’ lips twitched.

“Yes. I figured.”

“Won’t you please sit?” She shakily gestured to one of the two armchairs. The tea and pastries set up by Coulson were already on the table.

In the awkward silence, Darcy chastised her stupid mouth for running away from her yet again, and busied herself by pouring them both tea.

“I want to – I am here because…Thank you,” Prince James said haltingly, so unlike the smooth, pretty words offered to her by her courtiers.

“It seemed that I did not have much choice,” Darcy answered unable to keep the sadness from weighing down her tone. She’d promised herself that she would cede gracefully, but the thought of a foreign power in her land, her home, made her heart ache.

“I know,” he said, in a voice so low and gentle she strained a little to hear him. “I won’t make you regret it just the same. We need all the assistance we can get. Schmidt’s navy is, as we speak, sailing through the Sapphire Sea.”

Darcy gasped. “So soon?” she asked, heart thumping. And so close?

“Yes. And my men have received intelligence that he could be at your western borders within a month.”

Darcy put down her teacup with a shaking hand.

“But I promise you,” the Prince said, “I promise that he won’t be able to set foot here. Schmidt doesn’t fight honorably, but by the gods, we won’t let him take this part of our continent.”

Darcy clasped her hands tightly together in her lap. Prince James placed one large hand over hers. His calloused skin was warm and the weight a comfort.

From across the room, a soft, polite cough sounded. Coulson.

“I’m sorry.” He quickly drew his hand away. “Please forgive me, I’m unused to…well, all of this.”

“I admit I’ve never seen you or your family at our court.”

“The Barnes’ are – were – a smaller cadet branch. Then my father’s cousin died without an heir, and suddenly I’m being pulled out of military school to attend a proper boarding school. Someone hands me a title and so here I am.” He shifted uncomfortably. Then under his breath, “In this damned jacket which my valet tells me is exquisite but is actually extremely uncomfortable.”

Darcy was unable to help her huff of laughter. “It is a very fine jacket,” she reassured him. “And you look very…” she trailed off, any number of words filling her head.

Fantastic. Handsome. Dashing.

“Yes?”

“Nice. Good. You look good in the jacket.”

Prince James had a tease at the corners of his easy smile. “Why thank you, Your Highness.”

“Darcy,” she said, surprising herself a little. “I’ve threatened to imprison you, so I think I should allow you the use of my name.”

“Alright, Darcy. Please call me James.”

“Well, James, I hear much about you. Is any of it true?”

“Much of it is exaggeration.”

“What of your brother? Is he as fierce a fighter as I’ve heard?”

“Well, that part is true. Sometimes I have to pull him out of fights.”

“And other times?”

“And other times I join in,” he admitted with a chuckle and a sideways glance.

“And leading your army through a blizzard?”

“It was…a small blizzard?”

He was downright bashful, and Darcy found herself smiling into her teacup. “Well, wizards don’t exist so that part of your lore cannot be true.”

James laughed. “So we’ve heard the same tales. The only person who gave my brother his golden hair is our mother.”

“And I know you can’t possibly have a silv-“ but then Darcy’s eyes alighted on James’ left hand, covered in a black leather glove. “I – Oh, I mean –“ she stuttered.

James only smiled ruefully and pulled off the glove, revealing his silver hand. Darcy couldn’t help her intake of breath. “The silver arm is real but I’m afraid no wizard was kind enough to gift it to me or enchant it.” He swallowed audibly. “This was from a run-in with Schmidt’s men. You see now what I mean when I say that he won’t fight honorably. They do not believe in such things. All other countries until now have honored the neutrality of yours. He won’t. He doesn’t care. Your land, your people, are a means to an end.”

“What – what end?” Darcy asked even though it was with a sickening feeling that she already knew.

“He wants to conquer the world.” Then he leaned forward and looked at her with those ice blue eyes, solemn and serious again. “This treaty – Please don’t think this won’t mean everything to us - to my country, and to my men. Your promise of safe passage and the resources your lands and your people can provide…It is everything to us.”

The way he was looking at her…Darcy’s heart beat a hard rhythm against her bodice and she felt her face warm.

“Yes. Of course. It’s – it’s why I signed the treaty, James.”

“I am grateful every day for it,” James said softly. “Oh, yes. I’ve brought you something,” he said, almost mischievous. “In thanks for your kindness.” He looked to Coulson, who was standing patiently at the door, and nodded. Coulson then spoke a few words to the guards beyond.

In a moment, two guards were lugging in a smallish chest. It was lacquered onyx and was covered with sterling designs of waves and stars. There were bars at the top and when she glanced at her guards they looked strangely apprehensive.

Still, she knew that nothing inside would be truly dangerous. Not with Coulson and his team double and triple checking everything for her.

James carried in the box the rest of the way and placed it at her feet.

She reached down and unlatched the heavy gold hinge.

She expected gold coins or maybe jewels - necklaces or earrings or tiaras that were usually gifted to Queens. But when she opened the box the little thing that blinked back at her drew the breath from her lungs.

“A – a dragon!” Darcy exclaimed, overjoyed.

The young dragon, sighting Darcy, squirmed out its cage, and flew-hopped up to land itself in her skirts. Satisfied at the softness of her dress, it folded back its leathery wings and stared at her with inquisitive black eyes.

She took in its shimmering grey-white scales and the bright blue tips of its wings with awe.

“Oh, it’s beautiful,” she breathed. Hesitantly, she put out her hand. It sniffed at her for a moment then let her scratch lightly at its neck. “I’ll name it…”

Then the dragon opened its tiny mouth, revealing a series of little white teeth still on their way to being fangs, and attempted a roar. What resulted was a loud, raspy chirp that ended with a small burst of blue, crackling lightening emitted from its mouth, then disappeared just as quickly.

Darcy jolted in response then laughed delightedly. “I’ll name it Taser!”

In response, Taser cooed several times, blinked slowly, and curled up in her lap.

“A strange name, but it seems she likes it.”

“She? How wonderful. I always need more strong women beside me.” Darcy petted Taser along her spine, and Taser arched into her touch. “Thank you, James.”

“You’re very welcome.”

They chatted for a while after that. He told her of allies he’d made on his journey (an archer with impeccable aim, a man who could run so fast he was a mere blur), and she told him of her country – of the endless groves of oranges in the south, of how her cousin Jane’s work in the east made the entire area a center of learning for women and men both.

When word was received that Prince James’ quarters were ready, James took his leave but not before clasping her hand and bowing somewhat stiffly. When he smiled at her, she found herself smiling back.

“Well, Your Majesty? Shall I summon the builders to begin digging a foundation for the dungeons?” Coulson asked, when they alone. “Or does the Prince live another day?”

“He lives another day,” Darcy said, hiding her pinking cheeks behind a fall of hair. She trailed her hand down the smooth scales of the young dragon now perched on her shoulder. It purred loudly in her ear. “And as for the dinner tonight?”

“Yes, Your Majesty?”

“Please sit him next to me.”

[silvermizuki]

Hey making this post to spread awareness about long Covid effects, I want to see if there’s more people experiencing long term effects like chest pain, heart palpitations, or other illnesses that have shown up since infection. It feels like it’s not talked about enough.

[libidomechanica]

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[silvermizuki]

Dude I stepped outside my apartment in thee clown fit (thanos t-shirt, fnaf sun pants, and flip flops) and made direct eye contact with my neighbor. He just stared at me for a solid 5 seconds before he went back inside LMAO

[silvermizuki]

Need to be with all my moots in one big ass living room together surrounded by a bunch of beanbag chairs, pillows, and blankets having a movie marathon or I might die probably

[silvermizuki]

@vurelly WAHHHH VUUUUUU