#so ENEMY LINES i am hearing my boy die. his boots clicking. then my boy dying. AGAIN.

[i-am-become-a-name]

all alone in the house so set up the sitting room speakers to play Gallifrey: Enemy Lines in cobbled together 'surround sound' and. well. forgot it started like that. 🙃🙃🙃

[speedybooksandcreativeheaven]

Only Sinners are Repentance Series

Chapter 12 - Unleash the Truth

Story Summary: The gangs in New York have not been getting along as the control of the city is falling apart. Here we follow the story of Viper and Vemon as these girl’s experience heartbreak, drama and death.  

Chapter Summary: Joe get rudely awakened by Mika to notice her fear they run into Kayla and Sam fighting. He knew that this day was coming, so he was going to be prepared for anything. Sam finally realizes that he can’t be the hero anymore, so he tries to convince Joe with a sneaky deal. He refuses and now Sam is left broken while the sisters prepare for the battle of a lifetime.  

Word Count: 1,706

Joe’s POV

I woke up to someone frankly pushing me awake as I slowly open my eyes to see Mika standing before me with a nervous expression. If I wasn’t wide awake I am now as I could hear distance shouting in Kayla’s office. I look at her as we bolt towards her office as the shouting is getting louder and more aggressive. Without any warning, I slam open the door to see my older daughter nose to nose with Sam as none of them were holding back. They haven’t even noticed that we are in the room as the fight went on. It was like we were not even there.

“Why won’t you accept my help, Doofus! You clearly need it and you need me here!” Sam’s hands turn into a fist as he glares into her soft scared brown eyes.

“Sam,” Kayla takes a deep breath before she heard the door slam open and whipped her head to notice myself who is standing tall and proud with my arms crossed and my blue eyes scanning the situation. and a confused Mika.  

“I need you to go back to work and to forget that this has ever happened.” She tries to calm Sam down but that just sent him into a panic.

“What! Why!? You need to be protected!” He bolts back as he scans his green eyes to my blue ones.  

“What do you mean I ‘need to be protected’ what does that mean Sam?” Kayla questions him as she starts to cross her arms.

I see Sam’s green eyes of rage turn into a look of regret as he looks towards me with an ‘oh shit face’

“I-uh-didn’t mean- “he started but Kayla already uncrossed her arms as she ambushed him with her spit fire attitude. You think that I need a prince in shinning armor to come in on a white fucking horse to protect me! I have spent my whole life protecting myself that I don’t know what it feels like to be protected!” She screams at him as she backs him up into a corner. “I have people to protect me Samuel” She points to us around the room as she mentions our names, “I have my father, Joe, my loving sister Mika and every man and women I employ here. They would gladly die for me if we finally stop the King Jacks gang!”  Sam’s face finally turns to me with a confused gaze.

“But he’s not even your father! I mean come on it has to be adoption! You look nothing alike!” He points out as Mika is trying her hardest not to laugh.

“Don’t you think I know that dumb ass Our parents died in a car crash when I was four! Vicino told Joe to be our parent since he was the one that Vic trusted with his life. Joe gave us a better life than our dead parents could! My real father didn’t like what Vic was doing so we never got to see him.” She sighs as a quick memory rushes back, but she turns it away as she has a situation to handle. “Out of all the ‘father’ figures in my life, Joe and Vicino were always there for us! “She stalks up to Sam as he backs up to have his body pressed against the clear widows.

“I don’t need your help!” she spites back, as she turns around for a split second before she grabs his shirt and pins him against the same widow, “You have no right to come in here and order me around like some cop! This line of work is very dangerous.” She leans right in his ear to whisper something that made his green eyes dull as she smirks and stands back up. We all see Sam slide down the window with his hands over his face.

“I’m perfectly able to take care of this myself and my team to back me up.” She gloats as she turns to meet her sisters gaze, “Well, I would love to stay and chat, but I have some men I need to train. Come on, Mika lets go!” She walks up and grabs her wrist as they walk out. Before they leave completely she turns to whisper in my ear. “Take care of him, would you Joe?” she winks at me as she leaves the room.

I know what she is planning, and she needs Sam to go back to work since knowing William he might be bugged. I think as the door slowly closes. As soon as I hear the doors click I smirk as I stalk right up to Sam bundled up in the corner. As I slowly make my way towards him he tries to attack me.

‘Children’ I muse as I dodged his incoming attack to hold him without causing any more damages. A couple of minutes went by, so I released my hold to allow him to stand as he stood his ground eyeing the new threat.

“What the hell man! What was that for!” he shouts at me as his eyebrows narrow in confusion.

“Look, I understand that you may be hurt about this boy, but you don’t need to understand why my daughter is giving you the boot-and thank god not in a body bag.” I mummer the last part to myself.

“Boy? Daughter?” he turns his head looking at the nickname before his green eyes narrow back, “I don’t give a shit about any of this!  I’m here to protect her! From him, from you! My men are coming to put you all in jail for your crimes against the city” he smirked as he walked closer, “You should just all surrender now, and I’ll make sure that your sentence is less painful. I know you want to save the girls from that mess right?” he rubs his hands together before holding out a hand to shake on.

I turn around to see his outreached hand and sigh as rub my eyebrows in irritation. “Boy, do you know that you are starting to become your boss. I’d be worried if I were you, he has more demons than you would ever know “If I know your boss right, which I do. We are not your enemy, he is. You don’t understand. Look at yourself in the mirror next time and tell me what you see. Cause I see William right in front of me.”

I hear Sam scoff at my words as he gives them no attention. I’m finally fed up at this situation, besides I have a job to do. I ignore his outburst as I turned to throw him some stuff that I picked up around the complex. He catches it as he looks up at me like a lost child.

I point to the door as I spoke, “There is the door. Put yourself together and then leave. Don’t you say anything to your boss about our plans. You can still be a use to me yet boy.” I hear him grumble at the nickname as he shoves past me towards the door.

TIME SKIP

It’s been two months since Kayla kicked my ass out of the Royal Serpents Headquarters. It was embarrassing when I arrived home, carrying my items back and Joe’s death glare still fresh in my memory. I took a deep breath before I knocked on the door to see James give me a wide-eyed look of concern as I pushed through to stumble in the lobby. I was still fuming as I dropped my stuff on the ground as you could hear a loud thud throughout the house. My fists were still balled up as my breathing got rapid and I didn’t have time to think before I had James pinned towards the back of the door.

“Sam! What has gotten into you!” James shrieked as his golden eyes narrowed into my blazing ones to see some tears threatening to spill. My jaw tightened as I thought about my conversation with Joe a couple of hours ago.  

James POV

After I have gotten those words out at Sam I found myself pinned towards the back of our door with Sam yelling at me.

“How dare you tell me that I’m slowly turning into my corrupt boss! Who does that guy think he is! All I did was to make their sentence less painful, but he turns this shit on me! I know, he’s scared because we are getting closer to them and he wants to protect his family. How sweet! Barf.” keep I should have known about what’s going on! You don’t get to hide in the shadows and then pretend that everything is okay.”

As he was yelling at me I could tell that this was serious as I could see that he had a look that could kill. Sam had some pent-up anger from whatever he saw, and with him being gone for two months I was prepared for the worse. After he spoke aloud he turned around to see Erik, Matthew, and Damien coming down to hear the commotion. His whole face went blank as he stared into my collective form. I gave him a look of sadness but before he broke his grip completely I pulled him in for a hug.

“Ah- James, let me go!” I heard him protest but I only pressed harder around him as he needed comfort in this moment.

“Sam,” I gave him a half smile as he looked up at me, “Even the strongest people need help once in a while.”

I let go of Sam as he turned around to meet Matthew with a sad smile. “Sam,” he started, “What the hell has happened to you.” He squeaked out as he silently walked past pushing him aside I nodded to my brothers to leave Sam alone as they filed out towards the living room. Before I left I put my hand on Sam’s shoulder as he glared at me.

“When you are ready, I’m here to listen.” Sam brushed off my arm as he saw me leave the room. I shook my head sighing as I went back towards the library to finish reading.

[trashmenofmarvel]

Devil’s Backbone - Chapter 1

Pairing: The Winter Soldier x S.H.I.E.L.D. agent!Reader

Summary: With your team dead and your mission failed, you’ve been taken by the assassin to an unknown location and are at the mercy of your cruel tormentors. (This fic is explicit, 18+ only, mild dubcon)

Chapter Warnings: Violence, Kidnapping

Word Count: 1.6k

AO3

0828 EST, January 9th, 2014

It should have been a straightforward op.

Relocate the Kartal family from their house in the Hamptons to a S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house. Simple. You had run the scenario a hundred times with other members of your team.

It should have been simple. That’s what you told yourself as you hid Mrs. Kartal and her son behind a rusted tractor, wiping Mr. Kartal’s blood out of your eyes and checking to see how much ammo was left in your P226. You had already run out of magazines for the Glock, spent in vain to try and stop the man who had attacked your convoy.

Not a squad. Not an enemy raid. Your entire team had been killed and the primary escort target had had his brains blown out inches away from your face.

All because of one man.

“Keep low and move fast,” you ordered them in a hushed whisper, the woman and boy huddled together. Mrs. Kartal gave you a quick nod of understanding. “Stay close.”

Your goal was an old wood-paneled station wagon you had spotted earlier in one of the storage sheds. The escort route was isolated and along back roads of rural New York, and it was fortunate the attack had occurred near a storage yard for farm equipment.

At least, you prayed it was fortuitous. Considering how effectively the assassin had exploded the front and back vehicles, wiped out your team, and murdered your mission objective, you doubted he left very much to chance.

You were proven correct when a single shot rang out, and something with the force of a truck slammed into your arm. You bit down a cry as you stumbled, and then shouted, “Keep going!” as you clasped your left hand down onto the blood spurting from the wound in your bicep. It wasn’t fatal, but it would make it a bitch to aim anything, which was probably the point.

Why doesn’t he just kill me? you wondered, the abandoned station wagon drawing nearer as you ran as fast as your legs would carry you. Heart hammering in your chest, you shouted at them to get inside while you opened the driver’s side door and searched for keys. There were none, but you could hotwire the old biddy without a problem. Your SO had taught you well.

Why am I not dead? you questioned again as your bloodstained fingers stripped and twisted the wires together. The assassin was clearly an expert marksman, so why hadn’t he gone for a kill shot?

A surge of adrenaline coursed through your chest as the car roared to life. Somehow the battery wasn’t dead, and there was enough gas to turn the engine. Feeling hopeful you might actually survive the day, you got into the driver’s seat—

—and immediately ducked when the windshield exploded. Bullets ricocheted off the metal chassis of the car, and you yelled for the surviving members of the Kartal family to lie down across the seats.

You looked over your shoulder and caught the sight of silver metal reflecting in the sunlight. You aimed your weapon on the reflection and fired several rounds, forcing the assassin to retreat into the nearby warehouse. You turned back to Mrs. Kartal, knowing there was only one chance for them to escape.

You looked her firm in the eye and ordered, “Take the car, and you keep driving down the road. S.H.I.E.L.D. will find you and take you to a safe house.”

But Mrs. Kartal was shaking her head, her eyes wide with fear. But not at what you had suspected.

“Not S.H.I.E.L.D.! I will not go to them!”

Another bullet bounced off the hull of the car. Either the assassin was going to hit the engine block or a tire, and that would really fuck your exit strategy.

“Missus Kartal, we are not the bad guys! We’re trying to help you!”

The woman shook her head again, somehow still arguing with you even though she was bleeding and covered with glass from the broken windshield. Her headscarf was flecked with blood, painting the orange fabric with a gruesome tapestry.

“You don’t understand!” she shouted back at you. “My husband is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent!”

You took a moment to return fire on the assassin, blocking your body from his line of sight with the car door, which was beginning to be pockmarked with bullet holes.

“What are you talking about?” you shouted over your shoulder. “Ma’am, your husband isn’t one of ours! He works for the Russians!”

This woman was really starting to piss you off, but her next words brought you up short.

“Your superiors lied to you! S.H.I.E.L.D. is not what you think it is! Why do you think we contacted the FBI and not you?”

That had struck you as odd. Orders had come down to the STRIKE team to escort the Kartal family, but only after the feds had handed the Kartal case over to S.H.I.E.L.D. Some kind of jurisdictional dispute you didn’t understand. All you knew was Rumlow had been pretty pissed the FBI had been involved to begin with.

A bullet sparking off the edge of the door next to your head brought you back to reality, and you yelled to her, “Then drive to the White House for all I care, just get the hell out of here!”

And with that, you rolled from the protection of the car and fired what was left of your handgun at the assassin’s hiding place. You were relieved to hear the squeal of tires behind you, followed by a spray of gravel as Mrs. Kartal, hopefully, got her and her son to safety.

About fucking time, you thought as you crouched on one knee in the dirt, continuing to shoot at the opening where the assassin was hiding, your bullets knocking pieces out of the metal siding. You weren’t going to stop firing and let the assassin get his shot at the retreating vehicle.

You pulled the trigger, again and again, until there was no sound but an empty clicking. You tried a few more times simply out of habit, but you knew it was over. You were out of ammo, and most likely the bastard knew it. But you were determined to die on your feet, with what little dignity you had left, so you rose to a standing position.

As if mirroring your movements, the assassin did the same, stepping out of the shadows and into the bright afternoon light. He braced his rifle against his shoulder and strode toward you as if he didn’t have a goddamn care in the world. His stride, the broad set of his shoulders, the way he swaggered that was almost graceful—it was a powerful sort of confidence that shook you like nothing had before.

There had been fear, sure. You had put your life on the line dozens of times. But this… this was existential dread. This was watching your demise approaching in leather boots and a dark mask. His metal-plated left arm reflected the sunlight with a deadly sort of beauty, like the gleam of light on a knife.

He was Death personified. And you were frozen, helpless, with an empty gun.

The pistol dropped from your numb fingers, your hand going back up to staunch the wound in your upper arm. And still he approached, his dark goggles giving him the impression of some kind of insectoid alien bearing down on you, inhuman and merciless.

You shut your eyes. You couldn’t bear to look at him a moment longer. Nothing but the crunch of his boots and your breath, ragged, in your ears.

All of your years at the Academy, followed by countless hours of the most brutal training available for field agents. And yet, here you were, shutting your eyes like a child waiting for the monster under the bed to vanish.

But this monster was very real, and he would most definitely not vanish. Except… you could no longer hear his footsteps. And you were still alive.

Against your wishes, you slowly opened your eyes—and flinched. The assassin was standing right in front of you, so close that you were looking directly at the muzzle of his mask, a few inches from your nose. Your gaze involuntarily trailed upward, and your breathing stopped. Even with the black goggles obscuring his eyes, you knew he was staring at you with such overwhelming intensity that it literally made the blood rush from your head.

You half-wondered if you were going to faint.

Why aren’t you killing me? The question was distant, panicked in the back of your mind. Why am I not dead?

With one swift motion, the assassin swung the strap of the rifle across his shoulder and put it across his back. And then he grabbed you by the shoulder, spun you around and wrapped his metal arm around your neck as his other hand held your head immobile.

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even swallow with the hard plates against your neck. He wasn’t killing you; it was much worse than that. He was choking you out. He was trying to render you unconscious.

No! your mind screamed as you dug your fingers into his metal arm, scrabbling against the smooth bits of surface. No! No!

But your struggles were futile as soon as they began. He held you hard against his chest, pinning you with very little effort. Your heart was thunderous in your ears, greedy for oxygen that would not come.

The edges of your vision receded. And the world went quiet.

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