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father-time-and-baby-new-year · 3 years

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I love bully shiggy, but i love shiggy angst more, so could you write some bully shiggy angst where reader goes to live somewere else or just...dies or something? I need the bully to suffer of a broken heart hehehehe thank you!

your wish is my command. TW: death, violence, slight mentions of past noncon and past dubcon, angst, drugs

Most, if not all throughout his life, Shigaraki has always gotten what he wanted. Rich parents helped. His absurd talent for computer science helped, and when his parents were being especially annoying and threatening to cut him off-well thank god his crypto is going to the moon.

No, he couldn't say he was happy. But he wasn't sad either. Objectively, he knew he had a good life. Happiness is foreign to him, but thrills aren't. Mindless enjoyment isn't. He smokes skinny Korean cigarettes, snorts cocaine off glass tables, places acid tabs under his tongue, and fucks girls when he's high, sober, coming up, or coming down.

You were happy though. You were the kind of girl to be very grateful to live, the kind of girl who walked through life like the sun was shining on her, the kind of girl he hated and wanted to crush under his thumb.

No, that's a lie. He's never hated you. He could never hate his favorite toy no matter how many times she misbehaves.

So when you fucking died, of course, he didn’t believe it. Not at first. Not fucking possible. Not until he saw your fucking body, all twisted into grotesque angles because you were trying to save a stupid kid who was on the road when he shouldn’t have been. Fuck, out of everyone, at least you deserved a peaceful death.

And it’s so like you to throw yourself into oncoming traffic, trying to save other people. Always other people. The complete and utter opposite of him. He wasn’t even aware he had a heart, the metaphorical one that felt emotions because his real beating heart was a jumbled-up mess of pounding and vessels.

But all that adrenaline is gone now and there’s a hole where his heart is. A you-shaped absence imprinted on his body and mind. He was already so so numb but the flashes of feelings, the memories hurt. He smells your perfume in the scent of wildflowers and it drives him insane.

His drug habit had gotten exponentially worse. Days and nights blurred into frenzied chaos. How could he sleep when your voice on discord wasn’t the last thing he could hear before shutting his eyes? The cocaine has probably burned off the inside of his nose, and acid flashbacks wouldn’t be so bad if the patterns didn’t spell out your name.

How dare you leave him alone? How dare you? You were supposed to die whenever he dies. Your existence was meant to be alongside his.

His last straw is when he finally shows up to school and everyone looks at him with eyes of sympathy. It doesn't click until a reassuring hand is over his shoulder, “It’s okay, Shigaraki. We know you were good friends.”

He can’t stop laughing. Laughing and laughing until his jaw is going to unhinge itself. Everyone looks uncomfortable, perplexed by the sudden onslaught of never-ending laughter. A know-it-all voice chirps in the background, “...normal traumatic response.”

He excuses himself to the bathroom much to the relief of his classmates because they were not used to a manic Shigaraki, the boy who was usually cold and aloof. He grips the porcelain sink, laughing. He wonders why there are water drops falling into the basin. He wonders why he’s crying. And once the first few drops fall, the dam breaks. He’s sobbing.

How brain dead does everyone have to be to think you guys were friends. Yeah, Shigaraki was a great friend to you as he forced you to jerk him off. He was a great friend when he threatened revenge porn if you didn’t break up with your doofus boyfriend. And he definitely was a great friend, when he stumbled into your house high as balls, fully knowing you’d be alone that night and fucked you until you bled on your sheets. Victory tasted like your virginity on his dick that seemed like it would never soften.

Was everyone that blind to what you were going through? How much he hurt you? He wondered what you’d say if you here right now. You’d probably laugh too, wouldn’t you? Laughed until you cried and couldn’t stop crying.

Dabi and Hawks tried. They did. But they weren’t friends who sat around talking about their respective traumas despite being well too aware of how fucked up each other’s home lives were. But Shigaraki’s grief was different. Dabi tried to put himself in his blue-haired friend’s shoes. If Natsuo or Fuyumi died, he probably wouldn’t take it so well either. Still, he couldn’t fathom why Shigaraki would be so sad over some pussy, however tight it may be. Hawks especially could not understand, girls being replaceable him too like model cars—infinitely less valuable of course. The golden-haired boy had no frame of reference, but he did crash his Audi R8 which was his favorite car. Maybe that’s what Shigaraki is feeling, the loss of something very precious. (Maybe Hawks wasn’t too far off. Shigaraki did treat you like a possession.)

He visits your grave often, every day if he can. It’s beautiful, encased in obsidian and marble, gold lettering announcing the tragedy of your short life. He never learned what your favorite flowers were so he returns with a different bouquet each time. Today’s were pink carnations.

Much to his surprise, there was a figure already standing there. Your father, he recognizes. “You come at a time when no one else does so it’s hard to get a hold of you.” That was on purpose of course. He didn’t want to complain to you with an audience.

“I’m sorry I don’t know who you are but the way you come here every day with flowers, spending hours at a time you must have loved my daughter very much.”

His throat closes. He doesn’t know what to say.

Shigaraki cries more when he goes home, an avalanche of memories saturating his brain. Memories of your smile, your sarcastic quips, how he could never shut you up when you were talking about your favorite manga.

There’s a revolver in his desk. He could do it. Shoot his own brains out. Be where you are. His hands are shaking. Is he this much of a coward? You don’t care right, you wanted him to die right? For all the shit he did to you? You told him you had nightmares, that when you closed your eyes, all you could see was him.

But you were a bleeding heart. You’d never wish that upon anyone. Shigaraki looks out the window, wondering that if he could do it all over again, whether he’d be kinder to you.

No, he wouldn’t be.

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harveyjollygamesfmpyear2 · 2 years

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Revolvers in videogames

Cassidy’s Peacekeeper from Overwatch (2016). A old west/futuristic stylized design

B3 Wingman Elite from Titanfall 2 (2016). A futuristic and tactical looking design

The Companion and The Devastator from Borderlands 3 (2019) - Conventional old west and heavy industrial styled revolvers

Sheriff from Valorant (2020) - A modernized revolver design

Screamer from Bulletstorm (2011) - A cobbled together, apocalypse styled revolver

R8 Revolver from Counter-Strike: Global Offensive - Based on the real weapon of the same name

The .357 Revolver from Alien: Isolation (2014) - Appears to be based on the Mateba Model 6 Unica, an Italian revolver that fires from the "6 o'clock" barrel position (bottom chamber of the cylinder) and can fire .357 rounds

The Last Word and Shadowkeep from Destiny 2 - Futuristic style revolvers

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csvkru · 3 years

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#cs #csgo #game #games #gaming #counterstrike #counter strike #globaloffensive #valve #justcsgothings #fun #funny #twitch

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aquaticalay · 5 years

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Centurion .Chapter Four.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sequel to For Something Greater

Summary: (Y/n) is an active duty Navy SEAL Commander, the first and only woman to ever become a SEAL. After successfully stopping a genocide with the help of the Avengers, she becomes a bridge between the military and the earth's mightiest heroes. But even as her relationship with Bucky grows, she decides not to tell him about the nightmares and trauma that haunt her. Both their secrets begin to unravel when Bucky accidentally stumbles upon a piece of dangerous information about (Y/n) that she doesn't know about herself— something she must never find out about.

Genre: Action, Drama, Romance

Warning/s for the series: cursing, violence, death, eventual smut, PTSD

Warning/s for the chapter: nothing, just Bucky and the reader trespassing lol

Word count: 2.1k

Note: The plot is heavily inspired by the song 'in the dark' by Bring Me The Horizon, and 'Mercy' by Muse. So yeah, go listen to it if you want to :))) I'll post a new chapter every two days.

Let me know if you want to be in the taglist

(Taglist will be reblogged)

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO 'FOR SOMETHING GREATER.' IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THAT, THE MASTERLIST IS IN MY BIO.

TRIGGER WARNING! THIS SERIES REVOLVES AROUND POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER. (Including, but not limited to: anxiety/panic attacks, extreme mood swings , nightmares, intrusive thoughts, insomnia, irritability, hypervigilance, and hyperarousal)

Bucky woke you up at three in the morning. He told you that you're going to go to a place that might hold some information about Petrov. You agreed reluctantly, wiping the yawning tears from your eyes.

After you got dressed in leggings and denim jacket, and him in a black zip-up hoodie and jeans, he gave you a gun. It was a black Avengers-issued semi-automatic gun similar to a Sig Sauer P320, only more powerful and practical. Small with a built-in silencer, it was obviously made for concealed carry, possibly for espionage purposes. He handed a black inside-the-waistband holster that came with it. He eyed you carefully, "There's seven bullets in there," he informed, then his voice became low, "For emergencies only."

He was serious about it, and you understood. To be honest, you weren't planning on using it either. Not unless you really have to.

You nodded, tucking it under your waist band, the holster pressed tight against your skin. You would expect red marks there when you take it off.

You watch him do the same with his own gun, a similar model to the one he gave you, slightly bigger in size and darker in color. He opened the door, his steps heavy and motioned his chin to the door, a gesture to tell you that you should go out.

When you went out, the hallway was lit by dim lights, illuminating only what needed to be seen. Buciy followed you out. He closed the door behind him so gently, that you can only hear a tiny click from the wooden frame.

"Friday," Bucky called the AI in the hallway, "If anyone asks, we're going on an early morning dri—"

"Whoa, what's going on here?" Sam asked groggily from the other end of the hall. He had a nearly empty glass of water in his hand, and he was wearing shorts and a shirt. You assumed he was thirsty and decided to go to the kitchen for water.

"We're going to Brooklyn Bridge," you manage to say quickly, before the silence became too suspicious. "To see the sunrise," you finished, a convincing tone in your voice.

Sam was still half asleep. You could tell by how he walked clumsily and how his eyes fluttered. You hoped this would give you an advantage. After a few tense seconds, he eventually let out a chuckle. "Alright," he shrugged lightheartedly, "You two lovebirds have fun."

You threw a smile and 'thank you' at Sam before hastily going the other way, pulling an impressed Bucky with you.

The two of you descended to the basement, slipping into a car.

The car Bucky got was an Audi R8, sleek black like a stallion in the night, perfect to blend into the dark.

Driving out of the facility and into the streets of New York, Bucky glanced at you, a cheeky grin on his face. "Nice save back there," he told you.

Weakly, you let out a laugh. You sank back to the car seat, making yourself comfortable. You ignored his statement, taking it as playful, but pointless banter. “Where are we going, anyway?” You asked, tilting your head slightly.

“I know where Nick Fury lived in New York. I know he’s not home either,” he told you, his metal arm gripping the wheel tightly, his eyes focused on the long, urban road ahead. There were only a few cars aside from you. So few, in fact, that you could count them with your fingers. It was an exceptionally empty early morning for New York standards.

“And?” You urged him to elaborate his point.

“He might have a file or two on his computer on Petrov,” Bucky confirmed. You looked at him curiously. “And would you like to tell me how you know?”

“Before he went to… wherever he is now, he told Sam and I about his computer servers on old SHIELD data, and since Hydra infiltrated SHIELD…”

You nodded. “Hydra and SHIELD are the same,” you concluded his sentence. You were mildly surprised that he had thought about the plan this far.

You watched the long city roads stretch out in front of you, dim city lamps like lighting bugs fluttering above you. It would've been romantic, given different circumstances.

Bucky didn’t turn up the music, but you didn’t mind the soothing silence. In fact, you quite liked it. You liked the way the low hum of the engine and Bucky’s breathing was the only thing you could hear. It felt peaceful. You haven’t been able to feel serene in a while, and this was a nice change.

As you looked out the window, admiring the architecture of the concrete jungle, you felt Bucky’s hand snake into yours. You let him grip you palm and he took it up, pressing a firm kiss on the back of your hand. He didn’t say anything, but you knew he did that for reassurance. For comfort, for both you and him.

When you looked at him, you notice that he was wearing a silver chain around his neck. You recognized it. It was your dogtags. Knowing that he was wearing you sent a feeling of warmth in your chest. You had his, too, inside your bag in the avengers facility. You need to remind yourself to wear it next time.

"You know," Bucky muttered, eyes glinting with an idea, "What you said about going to the Brooklyn Bridge for sunrise…"

"What about that, hm?" You hummed in response. His hand was still holding yours, laid on his lap.

"We should actually do that some time," he suggested.

"I like the sound of that," you said. You rub small circles on his hand, giving him a feeling of tranquility. Bucky smiled, but it's too small for you to notice.

Before you knew it, he pulled up on a neighborhood in Newark, New Jersey. He parked a few blocks from the actual destination, just in case. The two of you walked out and on the concrete floor in silence, the early morning breeze stinging your skin, prickling like frost bites.

You had put on a baseball hat, and he threw his hood over his head carelessly and just enough to cover his face, just in case there were unsuspecting cameras. The two of you had put on gloves, too, to avoid fingerprint identification if anything went wrong. Oh god, you wish nothing will go wrong.

Nick Fury’s apartment was on Clinton Hill, an old building and in the third floor, a three minute walk from where Bucky parked. It was old, red bricks as the interior. The front door was dark wood, mosaics decorating the small window, making it not as bland as it would be without it. The staircase was the same color as the door, squeaking as you stepped on it.

You’d say you were breaking in, but Bucky had a key, presumably the one Fury gave him, which lead you to ask yourself, is it really breaking in when the owner of the apartment gave you the key?

He slipped the rusted copper key in the hole and turned it. The door creaked open, and you slipped in.

Neither Bucky nor you wanted to turn on the lights. You didn't want to deal with the risk of dealing with suspicious civilians. Instead, you fished your phone from your back pocket and turned on the flashlight.

Dimly lit, his home was a simple studio too small to be a functional and strategic safehouse. As you looked around more you realized that you'd rather not describe it with the word 'home.' It felt cold. There was no personal touch whatsoever, nothing to make it feel homey. It was outdated by about thirty years, old kitchen and filing cabinets pinned against the peeling drywall. There wasn’t even a bed, just a dusty red couch that looked straight out of a retirement home. The only thing that was remotely modern was a windows computer on a small desk from the 2000s.

Like an instinct, you knew what to do. You let Bucky hold your phone for light, and you sat in front of the computer. Bucky followed behind you, watching it load slowly. You tried to crack the password, covered fingers dancing on the keyboard.

You didn’t know why, but your regular bypass technique did not work.

Of course it didn’t work, you thought to yourself, This is Nick Fury. He must have layers over layers of security and protection, even over this outdated computer.

Bucky cursed under his breath when he realized what was going on. Without a great hacker, getting inside this computer would take forever. You would have brought Scott Lang with you if you could. But that would mean your little secret wouldn't exclusively be yours anymore. It's not that you didn't trust him, it's just that you weren't willing to risk it.

Bucky started pacing around the room, a sign of distress. Suddenly, he noticed a creak on the floor. It was quiet, but both his and your supersoldier hearing could identify the sound. You glanced at him, knowing what he’s going to do. He kneeled down, taking the loose floorboard out. It was a small piece of wood, tiny, even, but what he saw under the hardwood floor was satisfactory.

You saw him pull a roll of paper from under, and he passed it to you quickly, flicking it in the air and into your palm.

You unrolled it, and sure enough, it contained the binary code of the password, and translating it wouldn’t be too hard, since a custom software on your phone allowed you to do it quickly.

You entered the password, and you were in.

Bucky quickly inserted the USB. You started searching for Project Mercy, but frustratingly, nothing showed up.

“Try searching ‘Michail Petrov,’” he suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. You did as you were told, and hit search. A few profiles appeared on the screen.

Three people were named Michail Petrov in Hydra.

Bucky took a closer look on the screen, and on their photos. His eyes were suddenly fixed on the third photo in the list, jaw tightening at the sight of him. He pointed at the profile, then growled under his breath, “That’s him.”

You clicked on it, and windows of his history opened, flashing on the bright screen. Looking through it carefully, you tried to find a few keywords: lab, project, bioengineering.

As you scanned the files, your eyes found one word that you’d been searching.

Petrov graduated from Moscow State University in 1975 with a PhD in genetics. He began his bioengineering project by making lab-grown animals in his lab in Kaunas, Lithuania. His project was shut down in 1994, for ethical reasons.

Ethical reasons, you repeated in your head. If anything on here is about Project Mercy, it would be this one.

You searched the files for Kaunsas, Lithuania, and found the full address to his last known lab there.

You quickly moved that file and a few other important ones in the USB.

As you ejected it, Bucky placed the roll of paper back in the floorboard. It looked untouched.

You nodded as a sign that you were done, and you can go now.

Just as you and Bucky were going out the door, you heard footsteps from upstairs. Bucky held you back from the exit, waiting for the footsteps to pass. You knew, as long as you were quiet, everything would go according to plan. You and Bucky froze, waiting for whoever was out there to get out of the way.

As the footsteps neared, you heart dropped.

You phone suddenly rang, bells echoing throughout the room. Diego Miller’s name on your screen.

Damn SEAL protocol. The protocol that didn’t allow you to put your phone on silent, the one you unconsciously brought into your habit. You managed to turn it off just a second layer, but it was too late. You heard the voice of a woman call, “Hello? Is anyone in there?”

There a was a fake courage laced in the woman's voice. She knew no one was supposed to be there, that it was an empty apartment. She knew the bells didn't belong there.

She carefully put down her basket of laundry and knocked on the door. Once, then twice. Nobody answered.

With trembling fingers, she pushed it open to find it unlocked. Looking around the empty apartment, she was both relieved and confused that she found nothing.

You and Bucky already jumped off the three-story building and disappeared into the dark.

The only evidence you left was an open window, curtains blowing in the morning breeze.

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tf2-vanguard-team · 4 years

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Hey is there any more info you can tell about overrider and muskteer? If there is much more you want to say that is

I will give you three facts each! If I can do it right sghsg

Overrider

His primary (which is the Scorch Blast) is actually a canon inside his violin case! Its a canon just like Pyro's scorch shot but more on damage just like Soldier's stock rocket launcher? Neat r8? (Idk)

He is actually Medic-based. Before the Vanguard team became their own class, they were assigned with the original classes first. He is often called "Battle Medic" for his critical and killing spree madness. And now, Overrider is basically a Medic more on offense.

Granger did not have a great childhood. He came from an orphanage somewhere in europe along with Alucard (Who became his bestfriend) where they had to experience tough stuff until they managed to get out from it.

Musketeer

Musketeer is a Spy-based oc, but more on long range. He equips a revolver, sapper, dead ringer, and his very own rapier, where he dashes forward and fences his enemy. He is pretty useful in Medieval mode too!

He can move/walk without sound, which makes it his special ability, that might also include a disadvantage to him. Using his dead ringer can be tricky if the others have a good ear. If that makes sense, im pretty sure the sound of cloaking ain't that heard much if someone's walking.. right???

Florencio is BLU Pyro's little brother! Aka (my headcannon) Aiden Guchierrez. Aiden used to be Florencio's fencing partner, but merc work existed and Aiden was the first one to go. They eventually met up too so...

This didn't look good but I'll take it sghsg

#citrine-beta #tf2 #tf2 oc #tf2 ocs #the overrider #the musketeer #ocs #oc

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steampunktendencies · 6 years

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Victorian Brothel Steampunk R8 Revolver. Concept design by Brandon Le

#Steampunk Tendencies #Steampunk #Steam punk #Steampunk art #art #gun #steampunk gun #revolver #concept design

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neonsentient · 4 years

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My Antihero Academia

This team is composed of heavy hitters. All of them are really destructive yet that's not their only funcion.

Carmilla: Cunning and fearsome.

Quirk: Vampire

Likes: Roses and expensive/dramatic things (Ball gowns, lingerie, jewelry, gothic vintage furniture).

Favorite Food/Drink: Bryndzové pirohy, segedin goulash, sanguinaccio dolce and red wine.

Birthday: August 28

Preferred Drug: Vicodin

Weapon of Choice: Scythe, seduction, intimidation, revolver (Winchester .45).

Car: Porsche 911 Turbo (in blood red)

Quote: “Blood is power, love and family. I can’t imagine my life without any of it.”

Trivia:

Carmilla’s mother tongue is Slovak, and she is fluent in Slovenian, English and Hungarian.

She (allegedly) lost her virginity á la Mary Shelley (i. e. in a cemetery).

She is pansexual and polyamorous.

She is a good pianist.

Carmilla is one of the richest student in class. Her family home is an actual castle.

She comes from a big family.

Baron Legba: Apprehensive and empathic.

Quirk: Voodoo

Likes: Jazz music, knitting and cooking.

Favorite Food/Drink: Jambalaya, beignets, sweet iced tea and moonshine.

Birthday: January 10

Preferred Drug: Weed

Weapon of Choice: Machete

Car: G-Wagen (in crow black)

Quote: “How am I to live in a world that does not want me!?”

Trivia:

Baron’s first tongue is English, and he is fluent in French and Haitian Creole.

He is pansexual.

Due to a death involving police-brutality, he is reluctant to use his Quirk.

He gets really flustered around attractive people.

Although closed off and calm, he's also quite sensitive and can, in times, lose his temper.

Wicca: Creative and unpredictable.

Quirk: Magic

Likes: Feather accessories and writing.

Favorite Food/Drink: Ardei umpluți, amandine, socată and rakia.

Birthday: ******* **

Preferred Drug: Datura

Weapon of Choice: (Feather) Staff, books (particularly poetry)

Car: Why drive when you can create a portal?. Also, she still doesn’t know how do drive.

Quote: “Reality does as I please. The world has no say in it.”

Trivia:

Wicca’s mother tongue is *****ian, and she is fluent in English.

She is heterosexual.

Her birth was very particular.

Like The Blue, she has as a lot of secrets that she herself doesn't seem to know…

She has a connection with The Blue.

Wicca can’t seem to remember the past twelve years of her life.

Like Blue, she has a lot of scars she doesn’t remember getting.

I like to think of her as the physical manifestation of the saying “Words can kill.”

Cherry Bomb: Inventive and hardworking.

Quirk: Bomb

Likes: Fashion design and crafts

Favorite Food/Drink: Kuzu şiş, Turkish delights, cherries, kahve and cherry vodka.

Birthday: May 4

Preferred Drug: Opium

Weapon of Choice: Kilij, cherry bombs (duh), grenade launcher.

Car: Audi R8 (in black cherry purplish-red)

Quote: “People will always say there’s something wrong with us. The wrong color, the wrong attitude, the wrong skill. Who are they to say what’s wrong? I figured the answer long ago: They’re nobody. That’s who they are, and that’s who they’ll be.”

Trivia:

Cherry Bomb’s first language is Turkish, and she is fluent in English.

She is homosexual.

Cherry’s very secretive of her inventions and hates the idea of showing/lending them to someone who’s not close to her. She even hates the idea of selling them.

She has the pulse of a Swiss watchmaker. But sadly, she’s not very good when it comes to blood. (She usually leaves it to Belladonna or Babydoll).

She has a connection with EMP.

#boku no hero academia #bnha #bnha oc #my hero academia #mha #mha ocs #boku no hero oc #boku no hero fanfic

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nowus33m3 · 6 years

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Smile.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Prompt: “Guess who made the evening news?”

Warnings: None

Word count: 1719

A/N: Congrat’s to @delicatelyherdreams for reaching 1K! (plus probably now) This is for #elles1kwritingchallenge . Hope y'all enjoy!

Unbeknownst to Tony, you had managed to add a few things to the design of the Avengers compound during its construction. Going behind Tony's back and bribing the architect to add secret tunnels and rooms had proven to be quite easy. Now you were able to reap in the benefits of your fantastic plan. Your design allowed you to have spaces you could go and hide out for hours on end. Your own lab where you could hide your toys, trinkets, experiments, and a garage for your much, much larger toys where none of the other Avengers would be able to play with them. Yes, this may sound a bit childish but you enjoyed having things that were simply all just yours. Your very own bat cave at the hands of your very own billionaire. So why on this particular day was someone else in it?

Barnes.

He was new to the team, and very much still an outsider, you only really saw Barnes connecting with Steve, his childhood pal. Sometimes an occasional interaction with Sam. The three of them were pretty much the bestie trio of the compound (or the closest things to best friends that earth's mightiest heroes could get). You had read his files, you liked knowing the intricate pasts of the people you lived with. You knew that he wasn't the same person that Steve grew up with. You knew that Steve (as much as he tried to hide it) missed his best friend terribly.

Barnes who was standing in your garage lost in thought staring at your 1997 Harley.

You cough to catch his attention."How'd you get down here?"

That startled him, he shifted his gaze away from the bike towards you. You were like a ghost in the tower, people rarely saw you if not only for the weekly debriefings and missions. You kept very much to yourself, you enjoyed being by yourself. This must've been the most amount of words you had said to Barnes since he arrived.

"Is all this yours?" He ignores your initial question motioning to all the vehicles in the room.

You nod as he glides his flesh arm along your sleek black Mustang Gt. You're frozen, not sure if you should scream at him to leave or let him continue to enjoy what's yours. You fiddle with your hands unsure of what to do, anxiously spinning the ring around your index finger.

"The hatch in the laundry room was left open," He says offhandedly moving towards your weapons wall.

Cursing under your breath you follow him. How could you have been so careless? Your breath falters a bit as he picks up the 1942 revolver. You notice something changes in his eyes and he places the revolver back in its spot and grazes his hand along the newer sniper rifle. It clicks that 1942 was his past, and the gun must signify the things he must've lost. Hesitating, you walk over to the wall of bookshelves on the east side of the room. You look back at Barnes briefly before pulling out “the catcher and the rye”. The shelf unhinges slowly and smoothly opening into another hallway.

Turning your head towards Barnes, he looks at you with curiosity. Smiling, you motion for him to follow you. "Well you're here now, I might as well show you the rest of it"

He follows you down the short hallway with dimly lit clear glass floors to a larger garage that had been retrofitted with a hangar door made from galvanized steel. Centered in the garage on a turnstile glass plate was your custom matte black Audi R8. You stood just inside the hallway door, grinning at your work. Barnes looks at you briefly before circling the car. Again, gliding his flesh arm along the body. Skipping over to the adjacent wall, you punch in the code retrieving the keys from the hidden panel.

“Do you think you’d be up for a ride?” You smile at Barnes, he looks up questioningly before shrugging and nodding his head.

“Great Barnes!” You toss him the keys over the hood of the car as you confidently slip into the passenger's seat, “You’re driving.” You beam.

Barnes follows suit, pushing the keys into the ignition the vehicle comes to life. The purr of the car was enticing and the dash lit up recognizing and welcoming both, you and Barnes into the car. Pushing a button on the dash, you silenced the engine and found the other button that opened the hangar doors which lead to a tunnel that allowed you to exit the compound undetected by F.R.I.D.A.Y. Barnes puts the car into drive and followed the covert corridor outside of the compound until you were able to see the brilliant orange sky of the setting sun.

“I'm not supposed to leave the compound” You spoke unprovoked.

Answering Barnes’ question before he thought to ask. Tony said that it was for your own safety, you were to go on missions and come home. That was your life, yet you wanted more. You needed more, so you created more.

“That’s why I made those tunnels, the hangar, the garage-” You feel like you're stumbling to fill the silence.

You could just sit and enjoy the passing landscape being a passenger for once. You feel as if you have to explain why no one sees you around the compound so much. Explain why you choose not to hang out with the other Avengers in your free time.

“It's how I feel free” you whisper turning your head towards Barnes to see his reaction.

He simply nods, gripping the steering wheel a little bit tighter. You decide that he may not want to talk at all. In fact, he may be regretting following the hatch in the laundry room right this second. Minutes pass before he decides to speak.

“You know, you can call me Bucky,” he states shifting his eyes to meet yours briefly before returning to the road.

You smile, “I will try.”

You continue to drive another 15 minutes before you reach the outskirts of a populated town. The whole point of the compound was that it was in the middle of nowhere. Unlike the old Avengers tower in New York which was practically a large bullseye saying “Send Your Airstrike Here!”

“Stop at the diner there.” You motion for Bucky to pull into the diner parking lot on the right side of the street.

Leaning into the backseat, you pull out two navy baseball caps and hand one to bucky.

“These will do, they don’t pay much attention to big city events too often around here.” placing the cap on your head, you exit the car with bucky in tow.

Once you guys enter into the diner, you choose a booth in the back corner closest to the side door exit and away from the windows. A brunette waitress wearing a light pink button up with a white apron attached to her checkered skirt approaches your table.

“Can I get Y'all started with a cup of Coffee?” Both you and Bucky nod then smile at each other for the shared silence. She chuckles.

“Oh my, did someone forget to close the refrigerator? You could freeze an ice pop with this silence, first date jitters?” She smiles, “No worries, this cup of coffee will warm Y'all two right up!”

You feel your face heat up, this was definitely not a date. Especially since the total word count between you and Bucky was up to only 50.

“We’re not-” You both start, before sharing a glance and laughing.

“This is not a date,” you state reading her name tag, Martha. Such a nice simple name. Martha.

“My bad Darlings, I shouldn't have assumed. I do know it is possible for a guy and girl to be just friends nothing more nowadays.” You internally laugh at her use of ‘nowadays’ like she isn't only a couple of years older than you.

Nowadays like she has been left on this earth for centuries and has seen some things, maybe she has seen somethings. She hands both Bucky and you and menu.

“Now Y'all just flag me down when you're ready to order.” she pats the fronts of the menus and smiles.

“Thanks…. Martha.” Bucky smiles as Martha winks at him and pivots on her heels towards the counter.

“She is very relieved that I am not your girlfriend” You state peering at Bucky over the top of your menu. You gage his reaction then continue.

“You should go for it, she seems nice.” You move the menu higher to cover your face.

He chuckles, placing his menu on the table.

“Yes, because ‘Ex-Assassin dates local girl’ is definitely a headline Tony would love to read.” You snort, taken aback by his sense of humor.

Who knew Bucky could let down his serious demeanor and be funny?

“He would definitely not let you live it down. I can see him coming into one of the debriefings, placing the morning paper on the table and sarcastically saying ‘Guess who made the evening news?’”

You're both laughing now. This is nice.

He adds. ”Though Sam and Steve would be over the moon. They practically remind me every day that I should get back on the ‘so-called’ horse.”

“Of course they do. Sam’s an instigator, you know he’ll stand behind anything that offers a healthy dose of drama.”

You are both cackling in agreement, this is very nice.

Mentally you hope that you’ll get to hear Bucky’s laugh more often. Once you both had quieted down, Bucky waves at Martha.

“What can I get Y'all?” You order a breakfast plate with a chocolate milkshake and Bucky orders a burger with pop.

“Aren’t you supposed to be on a strict training diet or something?” you smirk, raising your eyebrow at his decision.

“Aren’t you?” he returns.

“Touché, touché.” you nodded.

You both continue to laugh and joke, not really touching the serious stuff. Just getting to know each other better than you had before.

Closer to 8, you decide that you've been away from the compound for a good chunk of time. You leave a sizeable tip for Martha and head out of the diner.

Thanks for reading. ♥

shout out to @totoromakeshappiness and @rimroseeverdeen for the help!

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csgocasesandcollections · 7 years

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R8 Revolver | Llama Cannon

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The Negev Meta

On March 24, 2017, the CS:GO team made the decision to take the Negev and R8 Revolver out of competitive to make some changes while leaving the weapons available in casual, demolition, or deathmatch gamemodes. On April 12, 2017, they made the weapons available in competitive again, but with some changes. They reduced the firing delay on the R8 and lowered it’s accuracy over a long distance while reducing its cost to make it a viable 1st round buy. The Negev, however, had the most drastic change, reducing its cost to $2000 and making its shots settle to near-perfect accuracy after just 40 of its 200 round clip. This allows the weapon to be an extremely powerful 2nd round buy instead of a scarce late-game buy. The CS:GO team’s excuse for this low price is that they “expect that the Negev will be a situational weapon that will require experimentation on the part of teams to be effective, so as a starting point its price has been lowered significantly”. Let me tell you why that has destroyed competitive matchmaking for the next two weeks.

There is an unspoken no autos rule where both teams silently agree not to purchase the auto snipers, Negev, M249, and XM1014. When this truce is broken, you can hear a phrase uttered into the ear of the one who broke it: “break the auto ice, pay the auto price”. This silent rule is generally in play because for the most part, people agree that these auto weapons are overpowered and difficult to counter. This Negev change has completely destroyed this unspoken rule, making it the dominant weapon in a lot of matches simply because it is more overpowered than ever. I can see why the CS:GO team decided to make the price of this weapon so low, to learn about how the changes they made to the weapon itself affects the competitive environment. But at $2000 and a spread that becomes more accurate over time, it makes this weapon a better choice than an AK-47 or an M4 rifle, both economically and strategically. This means that more players in matchmaking chosen to use this weapon over those which are usually chosen. This completely destroys the competitive meta until the price of the weapon, or some of its stats, are changed.

Already most eSports organizations have banned this weapon for use in competitive play because it is currently too overpowered. You can try and make the argument that “maybe the competition meta needs a change”, but you would be wrong. CS:GO prides itself on being a balanced game in terms of equal weapon power, each weapon with its own advantages and disadvantages to others in certain situations. CS:GO is a very balanced game in my opinion, however this new Negev has made the game unbalanced and certainly broken. I believe that the CS:GO team is aware of this fact and will change the weapon as soon as they have enough data to justify changes, but I am among the portion of the community who have sworn off competitive gameplay until it is fixed. I mean, I love CS:GO, but honestly this is very wrong Valve. Please fix this broken Negev meta.

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