#someone save those russian girls

[russianfigureskatinghell]

Speak, my Queen!!

[sam24]

Metal Arm Cupid

Summary: Bucky didn't know what to expect in the 21st century. But he definitely didn't expect cute girls to barge into meeting rooms and beat people up.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

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Bucky made no attempt to stifle his yawn as he pretended to listen to the debrief (that was looking more like an argument to him) that was going on way too long for his liking, earning a sharp glare from Steve, but Bucky could tell that deep down, Steve wanted to hightail outta there too.

“Stop taking all the credit, Josh. I was the one who stabbed him. You just sat there and watched like an obese cow.”

Josh (Bucky thought his name was Jack until now) scoffed. “That’s Agent 16 to you, Avery.”

“It’s actually Avril, you little-”

“Agents, you better stop this instantly.” Fury narrowed his eyes at the bickering partners.

“Stop embarrassing me in front of the Avengers, Evelyn, and let me do the talking. Clearly you can’t because of those oversized donkey teeth of yours.” Josh paid no heed to Fury.

The girl (Avril?) gasped and her hand instinctively flew to cover her mouth. “Why you-”

“Okay, that’s enough.” A dangerously calm voice rang through the room.

All eyes flew towards Natasha, you looked like she was going to murder the next person who opened their mouth.

“This is why I don’t go on missions with sensitive baby agents.” She muttered in Russian.

Bucky cracked a smile.

“How come no one listens to me?” Fury grumbled.

“Probably because you aren’t a trained assassin with 20 different weapons hidden on your body, and I bet you also don’t know 5 different ways to kill someone with an oven mitt.” Clint whispered in Fury’s ear.

“It doesn’t matter who stabbed who, it matters what happened in the end. And in the end, I was the one you saved your ungrateful asses, so you can stop arguing like toddlers now.” Natasha growled.

Her eyes narrowed specifically at Josh.

Nobody spoke. Probably because no sane person wanted a bullet from Natasha’s gun in their head.

“You seriously couldn’t have done that 20 minutes ago?”

Of course, though, Tony Stark was far from sane.

“Shut up, Tony.” At least 5 different people said at the same time.

Josh cleared his throat, recovering from his mini paralysis stroke.

“No offense, but-”

Before Josh could get himself killed, loud voices outside of the door made everyone turn.

Honestly, they all probably would’ve turned even to watch a fly so they could ignore Josh’s excuses.

“Miss, I can’t let you-”

“I really don’t care, so move. Now.”

Bruce immediately sat up. “Is that Ace?”

“Oh, thank god.” Tony let out a dramatic sigh of relief. “I’m so bored right now, maybe she’ll make this actually interesting.”

Even though Bucky’s stay at the compound started recently, he had heard plenty of stories about you, the infamous ‘Ace’. To what he’d heard, you worked at the lab with Bruce and Tony, like a daughter to them both. You were an ‘intellectual sage’ (described by Barton), hence the nickname, Ace.

“I said, MOVE!”

“Banner, what is the meaning of this?” Fury ordered.

Bruce furrowed his eyebrows and completely ignored him. “What in the world is she doing?”

“Banner!”

“I SAID MOVE, DAMNIT.” A loud thud followed closely and the door was flung open so hard it practically ripped off of its hinges.

“Lord have mercy.” Bruce buried his face into his hands as you barged into the room, pulling along a terrified looking girl behind you.

Bucky’s eyebrows raised with interest as he took in your purple highlights, Converse High-Tops, and Gravity Falls shirt peeking out from under your lab coat.

“Look, missy, in case you haven’t noticed, this is a private meeting. I’m going to give you 5 seconds to leave before I have you escorted out instantly.” Fury demanded.

“Yeah, that’s cool, Patchy the Pirate, just give me a minute.” You weren’t even looking at Fury as you scanned the room.

“Ha! Patchy the Pirate! Laura’s gonna love this!” Clint smacked his hand on the table and leaned his chair back (and almost fell backwards if Steve didn’t catch it, but that’s not the point).

Fury looked like he was seriously contemplating life as you still didn’t spare him a glance, and your narrowed hawk eyes landed on someone behind Bucky.

He followed your gaze to meet Josh, who had raised two fingers in the air cockily to greet you and the girl behind you.

“Josh, you mother fucker.”

And before Steve could say ‘language!’ (yes, Bucky had caught on pretty quickly after Tony would say it every other sentence), you had crossed the room in what felt like just two strides and socked Josh right in the jaw.

The room erupted in chaos.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Steve was up on his feet in a millisecond, his Captain America side taking over.

“That’s it, honey! Do it again!” Tony cheered.

“Is this some kind of Midgardian greeting that I have not yet been informed of?”

“Someone tell me what the hell is going on in my own meeting!”

“That was the best thing I’ve seen in my whole life.” Avril grinned.

Natasha didn’t say anything, but her face clearly said ‘girl, me too’.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time.” Sam chuckled from next to Bucky.

“Same.” Bucky muttered under his breath.

“Whoa hold up, did you just agree with me??”

“Shut up, pigeon brain.”

“Excu-”

The only thing that stopped Sam and Bucky’s cat fight was another punch to Josh’s precious face, this time right in the nose.

Bruce tried to reason with you from across the whole ass room, practically shouting over all the commotion as Steve tried to pull you away from Josh.

“Ace, sweetheart, why don’t you talk it out instead of going straight to violence? Doesn’t that sound like a better idea?”

“Sounds great, Bruce, but that’s not an option anymore!” You shouted back over your shoulder.

“Look, champ, it’s not right to randomly punch people like that!” Steve was still trying to pry you away from Josh.

“Look, Pops,” You mocked. “It’s also not right to cheat on your girlfriend with some random chick you ran into at a bar!”

Everything stopped.

Except Josh’s struggling from your grasp.

“He cheated on you?” Tony broke the silence, looking like he was going to blast Josh into outer space. “Wait, when were you guys even together? And why in the goddamn world would you date that guy?”

“Not me, dimwit, her.” You point your free hand that was not gripped on Josh’s collar at the girl behind you, looking ready to sprint out of there when all eyes landed on her.

“Just leave it, ma moitié, it’s not worth it.” She said quietly, her words coated in a thick french accent.

Bucky recognized her as the nice agent who gave him a coffee last week after Sam ‘accidentally’ knocked over Bucky’s.

“Just leave it? Absolutely not, hun!”

“Listen to her, Ace.” Bruce pleaded.

“No! This sleazy bastard cheated on my best friend! No fucking way! Literally, who the hell would cheat on a cute french girl?”

“Ace, violence isn’t the right way to-”

“Excuse me?” Josh’s voice rang out, sounding like someone was holding his nose closed shut. “Can someone get me an ice pack?”

You whipped around towards him.

“You. Want. An. Ice pack.” You restated, shooting daggers- no, 7 inch sharp kitchen knives at him.

“My nose hurts.” Josh rolled his eyes. “Y’know, after you turned all Crazy Psycho Lady on me and broke it.”

“You know what?” Your smile dripped with bitterness and sarcasm. “How about I punch it again so it’ll go numb and it won’t hurt anymore?”

You reached your arm backwards to land another punch, but Steve rushed to grab you again, and the chaos resumed.

Tony was instructing you to “kick Steve in the balls and resume beating the shit out of Josh”, while Bruce was very strongly vetoing the idea.

Sam and Clint, meanwhile, were placing bets on how much the medical bill was gonna be.

Suddenly, Bruce rushed over to Bucky.

“Look, man, you gotta help me.”

Bucky looked at Bruce with wide eyes. “Me?”

“Yeah! If you tell her to stop, she would in a heartbeat!”

“Why?” Bucky knew where this was going.

“Because of your metal arm!”

Bucky’s heart sank. Of course you were scared of it. Everyone was. They thought it made him a monster.

So did he.

Even though he was so, so grateful to Shuri for trying to help him feel like a new person with a new arm that wasn’t associated with HYDRA, that bloody ruthless murderer that they made him into never seemed to leave.

He would always be him.

No matter how hard he tried, the memories followed him like a lost puppy, attacking at night when he was trying to sleep.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never shake off the imprint HYDRA had left on him.

No matter how hard he tried or how much Steve told him otherwise, Bucky was still a monster.

A cruel, cold-hearted, evil monster who killed the innocent.

Who killed innocent men, women, and children who didn’t deserve to be killed.

He was the one who deserved to be killed.

“She’s absolutely obsessed with it!”

Bucky choked on his spit.

“Wha-w-what?”

“She adores it.” Bruce rushed. “She says it’s, and I quote, the most beautiful and extraordinary thing to ever be made in history.”

Okay, so apparently Bucky did not know where that was going.

“Still not convinced?” Bruce groaned. “She thinks it’s the most amazing thing in the galaxy. She says it’s the ‘peak of engineering’. You can ask Tony if you still don’t believe me.”

Tony wasn’t extremely fond of Bucky, and neither was Bucky of him, so he decided to take Bruce’s word for it, no matter how much it shocked him.

She likes my arm?

Just because she likes your arm doesn’t mean she likes you, idiot.

“Uh, okay? So, um, what do I do?”

“Tell her to stop!” Bruce lightly shoved Bucky forward when he slowly got up out of his seat.

Bucky hesitantly took a step forward, his mind still trying to process everything.

Bucky maneuvered around Steve, tapping you - who was still out to get it for Josh- on the shoulder after a moment of hesitation.

“Bruce, I already told you, it’s too late-” You spun out of Steve’s grip, but your mouth dropped open when you realized it was not Bruce.

You stared at Bucky with wide eyes. But not out of fear.

Out of adoration.

He was struck with a sudden flash of nostalgia of how his mom looked at him when he gave her a card for Mother’s Day when he was 6.

"Oh, Jamie, I love it.” She had said as she read it with a soft smile.

And that same smile was on your face. “Um, hi there.”

He smiled back.

But not one of those fake smiles he put on to make Steve happy. An actual genuine smile.

And it felt good.

You smoothed out your coat, taking in a breath. “Can I help you?”

Steve stared at the two of you, a grin spreading onto his face.

“I’m not surprised. Those psychos are perfect for each other.” Josh rolled his eyes.

Neither of you heard him.

“Hi, I’m Bucky.”

“She knows.” Tony groaned.

“Shut up, Tony.” Your eyes never left Bucky’s. “Hi Bucky.”

He saw your eyes light up as they made their way to look at his metal arm.

Bruce cleared his throat loudly.

“So, um, Ace. The arm has been giving me a bit of trouble recently. I was wondering if you could maybe take a look at it?” Bucky glanced at Bruce before looking back at you.

“He means now.” Bruce added.

You looked like you were going to faint out of excitement.

“Y-yeah, of course.”

Bruce let out a loud sigh of relief.

“Um, actually.” Bucky started.

Bruce’s head shot up and started mouthing something to Bucky - probably something along the lines of ‘No! Get her out of here before she kills him!’- but he was busy looking at you.

“Maybe you wanna grab a coffee first?”

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Unwanted animal | part 2

Summary: Because that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female!reader

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 1990

a/n: as you probably saw from the first part, this doesn’t follow really the MCU timeline/events

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @strangegardentaco @natashamaximoff69

masterlists | guidelines

Previous parts: part 1

A week has passed since the Avengers brought Y/N to the compound. During the week she has been there, she has met most of the Avengers, those who work on Earth, and complied with any tests or questionings they wanted her to do. They all have been fair and easy on her, trusting Natasha’s judgment and believing Y/N is answering their questions truthfully. However, she has yet to get any of the privileges of a free woman, but she isn’t too bothered by it.

The Avengers haven’t actually found any of the other prisoners nor the new HYDRA facility where everything was moved. It seems like they’ve disappeared to thin air. They clearly upped their secrecy. Luckily, the information Y/N has given them hasn’t gone to waste. They have learned more about HYDRA’s doings, some of them things they were completely unaware about, like capturing former Black Widow agents and making them comply to their wants and needs. The Black Widow agents are an easy target after all, most of the girls and women have lived in there their whole life and they follow commands due to the mental programming, besides, all of the training has been done already. HYDRA only has to tweak their minds to follow their orders, everything else has been done for them.

A loud thump echoes through the training room as Natasha’s back hits the floor. She throws Y/N over her body in an attempt to get her down, but she lands right on her feet. The two stare at each other, both crouched down, watching the others moves. They’ve been training for a while now, but neither of their breaths have changed from the normal.

Natasha grins slightly when she notices Y/N’s leg twitch right before she moves to attack. Because of that, she’s able to dodge it and counter attack quickly. Her leg sweeps near the floor, finally bringing Y/N to the floor with a bang. She straddles her waist, immobilizing her legs and arms so she won’t be able to get out of her hold.

“I win.” She smirks.

Y/N scoffs and rolls her eyes, “only because I let you.”

Laughing, Natasha stands up and offers a hand to Y/N to pull her up with her. They’ve been training almost every day together to get Y/N back to her original strength. The starvation and dehydration she had to go through at HYDRA did take a toll on her physical wellness, but given her history, she’s able to overcome it more easily than someone else would.

“It’s okay, I get that you’re still a bit rusty.” Natasha comments before taking a sip from her water bottle.

“That’s a low blow.”

They laugh. The other team members have heard that sound from Natasha a lot more since Y/N arrived. They’re all surprised, but haven’t said anything about it, mostly because they’re sure Natasha would kick their asses.

Glancing at the clock, Natasha pack her bag. “Are you joining us for dinner?” She watches Y/N pack her own bag next to her. During the first two days at the compound, Y/N preferred to stay in her room during eating times. Being around all of the Avengers at once felt too overwhelming to do so soon. On the third day, Wanda made the initiative to ask Y/N to join them, having cooked Russian food just for her and Natasha’s sake, hoping it’d ease the transition even a little bit. After that, Y/N started eating with the team.

“Would you like me to join the dinner?”

“Of course.”

Y/N smiles, her bag now resting on her shoulder as she looks at Natasha. “Then I’ll be joining you.”

“I’ll save you a seat next to me.”

The two start walking out of the training room, going to shower in their respective rooms. “How sweet.” Y/N throws Natasha a playful look before opening the door to her room. “I’ll see you at dinner.” She closes the door after her, leaving Natasha to stare at the closed door a moment longer, before going into her own.

Y/N opens her hair from the ponytail with a sigh. She walks over to the bathroom, locking the door right behind her. She has never gotten the luxury of privacy or a space that’s her own, so she is using all the benefits she has. Choosing to lock the door is one of those. The main door of the bedroom is still unable to lock, as the Avengers need to have access to her room because of the whole trust thing, but Y/N is very happy to just be able to lock her bathroom door. And having a proper bathroom.

Taking off her clothes and folding them before putting them into the hamper, Y/N steps into the shower. She turns it on, a smile appearing to her face when the warm water hits her skin. Showering has become one of those things to her that bring comfort. Whenever she’s feeling lost or overwhelmed, she takes a shower, not feeling comfortable with talking to anyone about her worries. It’s cleansing, in more ways than one, the water droplets hitting her skin empty her mind.

It’s peaceful, not having to think about her duties or next steps.

Y/N follows the conversation going around her with a smile on her face. She has already finished eating her dinner, as her appetite is still messed up from years of starvation, but she enjoyes listening the team talk, hearing all the gossip and what’s going on in each of their lives.

Listening gets her up to speed on the team. Obviously she has heard about the Avengers before, having been locked up with their enemies her whole life, but there are a lot of things she doesn’t know, personal things.

“I hope everyone has treated you well.” Steve states with a smile on his face, bringing Y/N into the conversation.

“Yes, they have, thank you, really. You had no obligation to treat me so well and let me stay this long.”

“I believe Natasha mentioned to you, you have a possibility of staying here, for good.”

She glances at Natasha, who nods with a smile. “She did.”

“I think I speak for all of us, that we would be very happy if you accepted the offer. Of course, making it official means going through a basic lie detector test, but that’s just protocol.”

Y/N nods with a quiet hum. “Of course.”

“How has training gone?” Steve turns to Natasha as he speaks.

“Very well, she’s getting back to her strength quickly.”

“Then I don’t see a reason to delay the final part.” He moves his head back to Y/N, a smile on his face. Steve likes her, she’s polite and helpful. She clearly wants to help them. He trusts her.

“As you see best.”

Sitting on a small chair, Y/N stares straight forward as Natasha attaches the wires to her body. Her touch is gentle, her fingers touch her skin lightly when she moves sleeves out of the way. She keeps glancing at her, but Y/N’s gaze doesn’t meet hers.

After setting up everything, Natasha takes a step back, “agent Maria Hill will be doing your test, but I’ll be right on the other side of the door.” They decided to bring someone from SHIELD to do the lie detector to have someone who doesn’t know her personally, someone unbiased.

“Alright.” Her voice is light. Finally she turns to look at Natasha. Nothing shows up on her face. “I’ll see you on the other side.”

With a grin, Natasha nods and leaves the room, holding the door open for Maria. “I’m agent Hill, pleasure to meet you.” She sits down to the chair opposite of Y/N. There files in front of her to get her up to speed on the situation. “This test is designed to tell us if you’re lying with 100% accuracy, if I find you to be untruthful, there will be consequences. This is private, no one else will hear your answers. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

Agent Hill nods, “lets start with simple questions. What is your name?”

“Y/N.”

“No last name?”

“I don’t know my last name.”

“How long were you in the Red Room?”

“Since I was born, I got out once it was destroyed.”

“Then you worked with Hydra?”

“Yes.”

“Do you still affiliate yourself with HYDRA or the Red Room?” As Maria asks the question, her eyes are tightly locked to the panel in front of her.

“No.”

The readings stay the same. Without showing anything on her face, Maria continues asking questions. Some of them are more obscure than others, like what is the difference between an egg and a rock, but Y/N answers them all the same. Her readings don’t move, until the final question, “why do you want to be part of the Avengers?” Y/N’s pupil moves the tiniest amount, making Maria lift her head up to face her. “Why are you here, Y/N?”

Y/N doesn’t blink. She doesn’t tighten her hold on the armrests. She doesn’t swallow. She just breathes in and out, like she has all her life. “I am here to be with the Avengers, to complete missions and make up for the things I’ve done.”

Maria’s gaze is sharp like a hawk as she looks through the statistics in front of her. Nothing flashes red. “Alright,” she walks over to Y/N and starts taking the wires off of her, “you’re all clear.”

“Thank you, agent Hill.” She gives the agent a nod in respect and leaves the room with a smile on her face.

“I’m guessing things went well since you aren’t handcuffed.” Natasha is the first person she sees out in the hallway. She has a teasing grin on her face as she leans against a wall, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Were you nervous?” She asks, her voice light and playful.

Chuckling, Natasha just shakes her head and starts walking towards their rooms by Y/N’s side. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t nervous. But, that’s something she isn’t going to say out loud. “Congrats then, you’re an official Avenger.” She sets her hand to Y/N’s shoulder, squeezing in lightly.

“That’s it? I don’t have to do anything else?”

“That’s it. You’d really think there was a more complicated way joining, but most members got in easier. Of course, we always tend to do background checks, but that’s a little difficult to do to spies who technically aren’t supposed to exist.” They stop in front of their doors. “Today’s movie night, are you joining us?”

“You guys do movie nights?” She smirks, making Natasha roll her eyes.

“Every once in a while, Peter kinda dragged us to keep them, and now we have them even when he isn’t here.”

Y/N smiles and nods, “I’ll join.”

“I’ll reserve us a blanket then.”

“We’re on blanket sharing basis now?”

Natasha stares at the teasing look on Y/N’s face with a small smile. “Yeah, we are.”

The grin on her face slowly turns to a genuine smile. “Okay, can’t wait.” She says, her voice quiet. The two stand on the hallway, staring at each other with dopey smiles on their faces.

Something inside Natasha sparks. She feels her heart beat little bit faster than normally and her face suddenly radiates heat. Suddenly her palms are clammy, she has to wipe them to her pants discreetly. Her breath starts going irregularly, like she has suddenly forgotten how to breathe properly. She wants to break eye contact with Y/N, but it’s almost like her eyes are locked to with hers. All of these feelings are bubbling to the surface so quickly, and it scares the shit out of her.

[youre-a-total--poser]

Need Her Back (Request)

Warnings: slight mention of blood loss to do a shooting and coma. Anymore let me know. Age: 12 Word Count: 2,956 Requests: Closed Summary: Read the request and it will explain everything Requested by: Wattpad user Date: 09/12/2023 paring: Natasha and Bucky (Eventually) A/N: Thank you for your request I hope that you like it. ---⧗---

Masterlist

James Barnes wanted nothing more than to forget his past but, unfortunately, there were two constant reminders of it.

During his time as a HYDRA soldier, he had a thing with one of the Widows at the Red Room and that widow was Natalia Alianovna Romanova.

To them, they made plans to escape and have a life together but reality wasn't like that. One thing led to another then Natalia at 16 years old, days before she was meant to go through the Red Room's graduation ceremony ended up pregnant and James never came back for her.

Nine months later Natalia gave birth to a healthy baby girl and named her Y/N. When Natalia saw her baby for the first time she knew that she had to do whatever it took to protect her and that's what she did.

It took Natalia a few years to plan and organise the perfect escape plan and thankfully it worked. Getting out of the Red Room was her main goal she didn't exactly think about what was next.

Being out in the harsh Russian winter with a toddler wasn't ideal but it was the better option.

Thankfully the young mother and her child only had to deal with the cold weather for a few days since a SHEILD agent who was sent to kill the widow made a different call and let her live most likely because he saw the young girl and he didn't want to take her mother away from her. He had a child the same age and would hate it if he lost his mother or father.

---⧗---

Months passed and Natalia got a job working with SHEILD, thanks to the man who saved her and her child otherwise known as Clint Barton, as one of their agents. She even changed her identity as a way of taking control of her life for the first time ever. She now goes by Natasha Romanoff.

When Natasha went away on missions you stayed with Clint's wife Laura and their son Cooper then after the Avengers Initiative was formed and the Stark Tower was changed to the Avengers Tower you stayed there if there was someone available to babysit you.

As the years went by Natasha was glad that she got to watch you grow in a safe place and nothing bad would happen to you she wanted nothing to change but it did something or someone changed everything.

---⧗---

Natasha had just gotten back from a long mission and you and her were sitting on the couch giggling about what you got up to when she was away when suddenly Steve and a strange man walked in.

When Natasha saw who was with Steve she stood up quickly and stared at the man in disbelief. You had never seen this man in your life but going by your mom's reaction she did.

"James?" Natasha asked confused about how the man who she thought was dead if now alive and a few feet in front of her.

When Bucky looked at Natasha in that quick second all the memories came back to him. He wanted to say so much to her but most importantly apologise for leaving her but he didn't know what to say

"Hello, Natalia." was all that he managed to say.

Natasha couldn't believe that after all those years that's all he could say to her but before she could respond she felt a touch on her arm.

"Mama?" You said looking up at your mom and then over at the man.

Bucky managed to get a good look at you and there was something familiar about you that he couldn't quite work out.

"Who's this?" Bucky asked taking a step closer to you and Natasha.

"My daughter." She replied giving you a smile and stroking your hair.

"What," Bucky mumbled to himself suddenly realising why you looked so familiar.

There was a picture of Natasha when she was younger in her file back in the Red Room that Bucky saw and the young girl standing a few feet away from him is the spitting image except that back then Natasha had short blue hair whereas you had long brown hair with a tint of orange.

Natasha placed her hands on your arms. "I need you to stay in your room for a little while okay." She moved you around slightly so you had your back towards Steve and the man then she put her hand on your back to lead you out of the room.

As you and Natasha were walking away Bucky quickly did the maths in his head. He knew that by the age of 16, the widows in the Red Room got sterilised so they couldn't have kids and it would have been 12 years since he last saw Natasha meaning that for the child to be Natasha's biological child you would have to be 12 years old.

"Wait how old are you?" Bucky called out.

"Don't answer him," Natasha said to you trying to hurry you out of the room.

"How old are you kid?" Bucky shouted.

You turned around to Bucky and shouted back "12. Now what is going on?"

"She's 12?" Bucky asked looking over at Natasha for clarification.

Natasha didn't respond but she did have a look on her face that she knew something everyone else didn't.

"Is this my daughter?" Bucky asked.

"No, my dad was a soldier he abandoned us before I was born then he died." You turned around to face your mom "That's what you told me."

"Is this my daughter?" Bucky asked again.

Natasha tucked your hair behind your ears and gently cupped your face. "Yes." She said quietly.

You turned your head to see what Bucky's reaction would be and it definitely wasn't what you were expecting he looked disappointed like he hoped the answer to his question would have been no he's not the father.

"I'm sorry I… I can't. I… just can't." He said then practically ran out of the room then Steve followed after him.

You looked up at your mom but she didn't say anything she just put her arms around you and hugged you tightly.

---⧗---

Natasha tried to get Bucky to spend time with you but every time he refused. It got to the point where whenever you walked into a room and Bucky was there he would leave to avoid having to talk to you. You then eventually stopped trying and convinced yourself that it was something that you did that caused him to want nothing to do with you.

Later that night Natasha told you that she had to go on a mission and like always you tried to stop her from going but deep down you knew that's not how it worked and she needed to go.

Nearly two weeks went by and you were getting worried. It wasn't a new thing for Natasha to be gone for weeks even months at a time but this time it was different she hadn't called to say that she was okay not even once.

It was nearly the end of week three and still nothing. The whole time you were waiting in the hangar for the QuinJet to land or your phone to ring but none of them were happening.

Just as you were about to give up and call it a night you heard the QuinJet land. You stood up and waited for your mom to walk through the doors but instead, at least four SHEILD agents were rushing into the room pushing a gurney. You couldn't make out who was lying on it till you got a glimpse of the red hair.

You couldn't be entirely sure that it was your mom that was until you reached the med bay and everyone was standing for you and that's how you knew for sure that it was your mom.

The agents pushed the gurney through a set of doors and as you went to follow them a pair of arms wrapped around you preventing you from following. No amount of squirming did any good the person who was holding you was much too strong for you to get out of their grip.

You waited and waited and paced back in forward waiting to hear any news about your mom. The wait time was so long that you ended up falling asleep on the chairs.

You got woken up by the sound of someone softly saying your name and gently shaking you.

When you opened your eyes Clint was kneeling in front of you.

"Your mom's out of surgery," Clint said.

You stood up and you followed him into the recovery room he stopped you at the door and put his hands on your shoulders.

"Listen, Y/N, before you go in there I want you to know that your mom has a tube in her throat. It might look a bit scary but it's just there to help her breathe. Okay?"

You nodded your head and Clint opened the door for you. When you walked inside the room Natasha was lying on the bed unconscious and like Clint said there was the tube in her mouth but also there were a lot of other wires attached to her. Some on her chest, some on her arm and even on her finger.

You walked over closer to her and you went to touch her but you instantly pulled your hand away.

"What happened to her?" You asked. The tears forming in your eyes.

"Let me explain." Her doctor said walking over. "During the mission, your mom got shot and due to the blood loss, she's now in a coma. Obviously, there's a lot more to it but I won't go into details."

"When will she wake up?" You asked.

"Well, we don't know for now we just have to wait for her to wake up on her own."

You placed your hand on your mom's arm on a spot that wasn't covered in wires and you started to shake her arm.

"Mama please wake up. Please mama wake up right now." You said as the tears streamed down your face. "Mama, wake up I need you. Please don't leave me alone." At this point, you were practically screaming.

The other Avengers heard you and ran inside to see what was happening.

Steve then wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you away from the bed just in case you accidentally hurt Natasha or caused a wire to fall out.

"Let me go." You screamed squirming about hoping that Steve would release you. When he let you go you ran out of the recovery room and straight to your mom's bedroom.

---⧗--- After that moment you completely shut down and spend most of your either in the recovery room by your mom's side or in her bedroom.

You even stopped speaking to nearly everyone and you had stopped doing basic things like taking showers, brushing your teeth and even eating. The only person who could really get through to you was Steve. He's been a father figure to you the whole time you've known him but not even he could make it all better.

No matter how hard everyone tried no one could get through to you. Nothing that they said or did cheered you up and they couldn't wake up the one person who would make you happy and become that happy carefree little girl that they all missed deeply.

There was only one other person who hadn't tried to cheer you up and that was Bucky. It took a lot of convincing but Steve managed to get him to go talk to you.

Bucky made his way to the May Bay and looked through the window into the recovery room where Natasha was when he saw that it was empty he walked inside the room.

He sat down on the chair beside her bed and gently took her hand. "I'm so sorry Natalia. I never should have left you in that place. If I knew that you were pregnant I would have come back for you and helped to raise the baby but honestly, I.." He got cut off by the door opening and you walking into the room.

"Sorry." You mumbled looking down at the ground.

Bucky sighed slightly and stood up "Look, I know that you probably don't want to hear this but just because your mom is in a coma doesn't mean that you should shut down completely she would want you to carry on with life."

You didn't say anything you just kept looking down at the ground.

Bucky walked over to you and put his hand on your shoulder. "Don't forget no matter what your mom will always love you and you need to continue to make her proud every day.

You didn't expect those words to be your breaking point but before you knew tears started falling down your face. "I miss my mom I just want her to come back."

When Bucky saw you crying even though it probably would have made both you and him uncomfortable he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly. You didn't know that a hug from your father was one of the things that you were craving badly but as soon as he hugged you it caused you to cry harder.

After a few minutes of nonstop crying you finally settled down but Bucky kept hugging you. He knew that you needed this more than anything. Then suddenly you heard a voice.

"Finally." The voice said.

You looked over and saw that your mom had her eyes open and she was looking over at you and Bucky and she was smiling.

"Mama!" you gasped rushing over to her and hugging her very gently.

"I guess someone has missed me." she chuckled wrapping her arm around you.

"So much."

Bucky started to feel like he'd overstayed his welcome and turned around making his way to the door and he sneaked out of the room without anyone noticing.

---⧗---

It only took a couple of days then Natasha was up and back on her feet again.

She wanted to jump straight back into work and training but everyone had to keep reminding her that she was still recovering and that she had to take it easy.

She went round thanking everyone for taking care of her daughter but there was still one person that she had to speak to.

Bucky was in the kitchen making coffee and thankfully that was the first place that Natasha tried.

"I'm making coffee do you want one?" Bucky asked.

"Yeah, thanks," Natasha responded.

He got a cup poured the coffee and handed it to her. He gave her a slight smile picked up his coffee and walked off.

"James wait," she said.

He stopped and turned around to look at her.

"I heard what you said to me when I was in the coma and I forgive you."

Bucky's eyes widened in surprise as he processed Natasha's words. He set his coffee down on the counter and walked back towards her, his expression a mix of hope and relief.

"Natalia, I… I didn't expect you to forgive me so easily," Bucky admitted.

"You wouldn't have left if there wasn't a reasonable explanation I know that now and especially if you had known about the baby."

Bucky's voice trembled as he spoke, his eyes filled with pain. "they threatened to kill you if I didn't leave. I didn't have any other choice. I couldn't bear the thought of losing you."

Natasha reached out and took his hand in hers. "You're never going to lose me."

Suddenly Bucky did something that Natasha wasn't expecting.

He moved in closer to her, placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her.

Natasha was surprised at first but she didn't move or push him away instead she kissed him back.

Bucky then pulled away when he realised what he had just done. "I'm so sorry," he said looking embarrassed he was certain that Natasha didn't have those feelings for him anymore.

Natasha just chuckled and shook her head. "Don't be sorry." She put her hand on the back of his head and pushed him in close to her then kissed him again.

You then walked into the kitchen and saw them both kissing and they quickly pulled away from each other when they heard footsteps approaching

"That's so gross people eat in here you both know?" you said looking disgusted at them.

Natasha chuckled at your comment and walked over to you. "I'm sorry baby." then she hugged you. "It won't happen again."

"So are you two together now?" You asked looking up at your mother and then over at your father.

Natasha and Bucky exchanged a glance before Natasha replied, "Well we don't know yet sweetheart but you'll be the first to know. Okay?"

You nodded your head at your mom's response and didn't bring it up again till they came to you about it.

After weeks of waiting to hear a response from their parents, they finally came to you and told you that they had made the decision that they were going to get back together.

You couldn't believe it when they told you. You wanted to know your father so badly and now he was here in your life and even better back with your mom.

Now that Bucky was in life you finally got the chance to spend time with him and tell him everything about yourself something that you wanted from the moment that you found out he was your father.

[tiny-maus-boots]

Queen of Hearts pt 18

A/N: It's been awhile for this one. I was a little bit kinda sorta life threateningly sick so I had some time to complete this. Thank you as always to @chloes-yellow-cup and @kimmania for listening to the hcs that eventually become real stories. i love you awesome nerds.

18 Aggression Factor

“Jesus, this is a fucking nightmare.”

Aubrey nodded her agreement at the thought and leaned back in her seat. The leather creaked softly, the only counterpoint to Beca's soft comment. They had gone to the docks, and on the surface in the full light of day everything appeared on the up and up. But just a little digging after business hours had uncovered a nest of nastiness that she didn't yet know what to do with.

“We have to do something Aubrey. We can't just let all those women suffer. Some of them were just girls…”

Aubrey didn't say anything for a long time. She was sickened by what she and Beca had seen. But it all made sense now. Everything that Weston had been involved in was suddenly and disgustingly clear. Weston had been using his connections with the Russian mob to traffick women as play things for the rich and elite.

“We can free them all tonight. But then Roman and his crew close down shop here and open up somewhere else.”

“They're going to do that anyway now that they've killed Grant's kid. The kid was nothing to them or his father. By morning all those girls will be shipped and held somewhere else.”

And if Beca were to go to her superiors now she would sidelined by the wheels of bureaucracy before anyone could save those women. Her thumbs tapped lightly on the steering wheel as she turned the problem over in her head. She couldn't see any way to help the innocent victims immediately that would stop the operation entirely. She had to choose. Save who she could now or let them and countless others suffer until she and Beca could maybe find a way to dismantle an entire organization and see that justice was served to the people behind it all. 

“All those rich pricks are going to get off scott free from this, aren't they?”

Detective Mitchell looked away and sighed deeply. It bothered her as much as it bothered Aubrey. When they had started this working arrangement it had been because Aubrey wanted someone on the Force that was in her pocket. In truth it could have been any cop, and quite a few that had less compunction about taking her money to look the other way. But she had needed Beca Mitchell in particular.

It had been late when Beca had pulled into the big bay doors of the abandoned warehouse. But dead of night seemed about right for whatever was about to happen. She pulled the rusted old Nova into a cleared space and got out of the car warily. 

Happy and Lilly were stood menacingly and armed to either side of a seated figure lost half in shadow. Somehow Aubrey managed to be the most terrifying of them all, calmly waiting for Beca's arrival with the patience of a large predator. Smoke curled in a lazy tendril around Aubrey’s head and she casually dropped the butt of her cigarette to the floor and ground it out with her shoe as she rose.

“Did you bring him?”

“In the trunk. It'll be a miracle if he survived carbon monoxide poisoning back there. I think the catalytic converter fell off this bucket somewhere on Imperial.”

Aubrey nodded and Happy and Lilly moved to pull their guest out of the trunk of Beca’s unmarked police car. She put a hand into her suit jacket and pulled out an envelope of cash and tossed it to the Detective. Beca caught it and counted the cash half distracted by the none too gentle way her cargo was being dragged and strapped to a dusty work table.

“So look. I know the deal here. You make moves and I follow them. In the end I make some money and really shitty people get what they deserve. I'm oddly on-board with meting out punishment in non legal ways when its due. But this guy? He's nothing. Some B&E, some minor theft. A bar fight. On paper this guy is no one.”

And she had looked. Beca might be okay with playing things a little loose with the law for Aubrey but she wasn't going to do it blindly. She had pulled Mervin Evans’ jacket and read through his past charges before she picked him up and shoved him into her trunk. He wasn't a great guy but he wasn't horrible either.

The blonde glanced away from Mervin and pinned Beca with a cold stare. She wasn't afraid of Posen exactly, but she was a fan of exercising caution around an unpredictable variable. Asking too many questions could easily land her on the table next to Mervin.

“On paper you're an officer of the law and I'm a hardworking, law abiding, businesswoman.”

“Touche.”

Aubrey slid the suit jacket from her shoulders and hung it neatly from a hanger. There was a deliberateness about the way the other woman removed her cufflinks and watch and placed them in the pocket of her jacket. Beca swallowed hard when Aubrey rolled up the sleeves on her shirt and strode to the table with echoing steps. 

“You can leave now, Detective. The kitchen is gonna get hot.”

Beca narrowed her eyes at the subtle challenge. Okay sure watching Aubrey tug on leather gloves before picking up a thin steel bar and hefting it lightly in hand was alarming. But if she left now without questioning this was she really the person she thought she was? 

“You implying I can't hack the job?”

Aubrey chuckled softly and placed the bar on the table near Mervin's head. For the most part he had been sort of out of it, too many bumps in the road on the way over. He groaned and his head lolled to the side. He just stared at the bar for a moment in dazed confusion before recognition dawned on him and he started to struggle. Happy slapped him hard a few times to settle him and Beca shifted uncomfortably.

“I'm not implying anything. I'm out right telling you. You ain't got it, kid. Now beat it before you realize how dirty your hands really are.”

Whether she meant to or not Aubrey had issued a challenge that Beca couldn't ignore. She had to take a stand one way or the other. Even if it might get her killed.

“I need to know what he did, Posen. He's too small of a fish in our great big pond to deserve whatever it is you're planning.”

Aubrey picked up a torch striker and gave it an experimental squeeze to text the way it sparked. She nodded in approval before using it to point at a wide eyed and gagged Mervin.

“You're right. He's a little fish, but he's no Nemo. He's a remora.”

“Wait. Like those fish that eat shark leftovers or whatever? Where the fuck is this going?”

Aubrey lit the acetylene torch standing at the head of the table with the striker. Mervin jumped and tried to struggle but the straps around his body held him fast. She was methodical about the way she heated the end of the bar, leaving the fire on the tip until it glowed a white hot.

“Hm. Something like that. Remoras feed on shit. And this little shit eating fishie is feeding from a shark I don't want in my water.”

“I'm guessing we aren't talking a cute friendly reef shark.”

Aubrey inhaled deeply and closed her eyes for a moment. Beca was used to seeing the action and knew that the person she respected most was about to do something that she felt needed to be done. Aubrey was violent and practical to brutality but it was never without a reason. When she opened her eyes and looked at Beca there was a hollow void where most people had a soul. 

“Someone is taking women from MY streets. Teenagers, Mitchell. Young women are being stolen and sold and this stronzo, this oh so little fish, is the one finding them for his master. And do you know what he does to them? He brands them so they know who they belong to. And now I'm going to mark him.”

Aubrey raised the brand and moved to bring it close to Mervin's arm. Only Beca's shaking hand on her wrist stopped her. 

“Wait…wait…”

Whatever was going on in the Detective's head was a struggle Aubrey did not envy. Her job was simple. She did what she needed to and she didn't have to play by anyone's rules but her own. Mitchell on the other hand lived with a foot in two worlds, there were lines she couldn't cross with the same ease Aubrey did. 

Lines she shouldn't cross because she had people in her life that would never understand. Detective Mitchell had a family. Brothers and sisters and two of the most loving people as parents that chose Beca and saved her from a life in the system. Aubrey had done her research on Beca long before she ever approached her. She knew all her triggers and all her secrets. She knew them all and played on them to get what she wanted. Just like she was playing on that now. 

“Are you asking me to spare him? Do you think he spared those girls he stole and hurt? Do you think if I let him  go now he'll stop and change his ways and never touch another person's daughter…or sister?”

The look in Beca's eyes was terrible to behold. A leviathan of disgusted rage rose in the deep blue depths and if Aubrey were being honest, she was proud to see it and bothered that she had to be the one to invoke it. Hate boiled beneath the surface when Beca gripped the brand in her own hand and pressed it down with a scream on Mervin's forehead. 

Aubrey felt nothing as she watched him writhe and howl in pain behind his gag. She felt nothing when Mitchell flung the brand away and staggered drunkenly to the door outside to retch on the hard black macadam lot. She gave Mervin a disinterested look and nodded to Happy and Lilly to finish the work. They would without question or conscience and she appreciated that.

But it wasn't what she needed.

Aubrey stepped outside and knelt by Beca heaving on all fours. She reached out a tentative hand to rub the other woman's back soothingly and wasn't surprised to be shrugged off. She had pushed too far. Beca tried to scramble away, tears running down her face freely but Aubrey gathered her as easily as a child and held her while she struggled with what she had just done.

“I'm sorry Mitchell. Sorry I goaded you into it because I didn't like being questioned. Because I felt like a point needed to be made.”

“I'm gonna hork again.”

Aubrey eased away and let Beca rise on shaky feet. The way the Detective looked at her would haunt her at night when she was alone and the horrors of her life replayed themselves on repeat. Anyone else would have looked away from the accusation and revulsion. Aubrey stared back, evenly, accepting who and what she was now. She hadn’t always been this. Once it had affected her too.

“I threw up my first time too.”

“Jesus Christ, Posen. This work is fucking evil. The people that do this are fucking evil.”

You're fucking evil.

Beca didn't say it. She didn't have to. Aubrey rose and brushed the dirt off her neatly pressed slacks. Yes. She was. She nodded at the unspoken statement and smoothed her tie.

“I'm no saint, that's true.”

Something flickered in Beca’s eyes and she looked away from Aubrey. The blonde slid hands in her pockets and considered for a moment.

“I might be the devil.”

The detective turned to eye her quickly. Measuring her worth with a skill that only cops had.

“You're not the devil. You're fucking awful sometimes but you're not the devil Posen. You're trying to do a job with the only tools you have and its sick work but maybe some of it has to be done.”

“I'm a weapon, Detective. My purpose is pain and order and I am very good at it. Who I inflict pain on is how I sleep at night.”

Beca nodded and turned away to stare at the moon above. Her voice was raw and tight as she struggled to contain her emotions.

“Lesson learned. Don't question you if I don't want to become an unfeeling weapon.”

Aubrey hesitated and looked up to the moon as well. No one questioned her. Ever. Even before her father had passed and her work was new, no one had questioned the way she handled business. And perhaps that was why she was the monster she was today.

“I need you to keep questioning me, Mitchell. Even if I hate it.”

Beca glanced at her quickly again, eyes wide with surprise. Aubrey sighed deeply.

“There are lines even I shouldn't cross and I don't know if I recognize them anymore.”

“What are you asking here? You want me to be your Jiminy?”

Fatigue set in making her shoulders hunch with the weight of so many misdeeds. Seeing Detective Mitchell break down, seeing her feel something, had shown her how far removed she was from humanity. And it scared her.

“I don't flinch, Bec. Humans should flinch when they do terrible things. They should feel it in their soul. I feel nothing.”

“Jesus. You're really asking me to help you be human?”

Her lips quirked in a quick grin. If anyone could help her find her humanity again it was Beca Mitchell. Perhaps the only person alive not afraid to tell her to fuck off. 

“I just want to be a real girl.”

“Great, fantastic, maybe you can start by taking a crack at that work life balance thing. Take a night off…and don't fucking call me.”

She had taken that advice to heart and gone to a poker game hosted by a friend. Aubrey smiled softly at the memory of spending four hours letting the most gorgeous creature she had ever seen win every single dollar she had brought and her heart to boot.

Beca had been right then and she was right now. Aubrey inhaled deeply knowing she was going to end Roman and his business but Weston's friends would still be safe to continue doing what they wanted. And she wouldn't be able to do a damn about it. 

“I need to make an example of Ekzarova and make it very costly for his organization to run that line of business.”

“Too costly to be worth the effort.” Beca watched her careful nod of agreement before speaking again. “Richie Rich's friends are a lost cause aren't they?”

“For now. Yes. They have more money and resources than I do. So for now, until I can find out the right leverage on them, they skate on this.”

“We still have the proof on those drives.”

“If you thought that was enough to nail them for this you would have used it a long time ago. We both know it'll get buried and you'll find yourself out of a job.”

“And Alice?”

Alice Alice Alice. Aubrey hadn’t allowed herself to think about her ex girlfriend. She was afraid the rage would overwhelm her good sense and she would do something sloppy enough to get her caught.

“For her part in what happened to Happy? For putting her hands on Stacie…”

She gave Beca a look that didn't mask the well of darkness in her soul at the thought of ending Alice.

“She needs to be made an example of too or they'll send another just like her. But you know. Competent.”

“You asking me to cross lines Jiminy?”

“No I'm outright telling you we are going to cross lines. A lot of them.” 

“Bec…”

“Don't Aubrey.”

“You're a cop.”

She felt it bore a mention. Beca was rapidly approaching a point where there would be no turning back. She had a life and family she could easily lose.

“For what though? Did cops stop my alcoholic father from beating my crackhead mother to death in front of my face? Did cops take me out of the foster system and put me in a safe home where I felt loved for the first time in my life? I'm sorry was it the cops that found the gang banger that murdered my older brother for trying to protect a store clerk? Are cops doing anything at all to protect any of these women? No. Man…fuck the police. They are part of a system of abuse and I'm done Aubrey. I'm fucking done. You know who was there to save me? People. Just fucking good people. And a goddamn murdering mobster might be the best one of them. So don't fucking tell me what I'm losing. The answer is nothing. I lose nothing but the shame of being part of the problem.”

“Okay.”

What else could she say? Aubrey reached out a balled fist and held it steady. Beca looked at her and bumped their knuckles together. 

“I don't think I'll ever be a real girl if I lose myself in this, you know that right? What I'll have to do to end this whole thing…”

Beca's tone gentled and she looked at Aubrey with something the blonde had never seen in the Detective's eyes before. Pride.

“Aubrey, this only makes you that much more human and real.” 

They sat there a minute longer while she let that sink in. Somehow, somewhere, she had changed. Because of Beca.

“So you gonna be my best man or what?”

Mitchell was right. Fuck the police. If they were going scorched earth then it wouldn't matter who stood by her at her wedding. And she really couldn't think of anyone she wanted more at her shoulder.

“Do I get to bang hot bridesmaids?”

“No guarantee but there is an open bar and a hot doctor among the guests.”

Beca sighed heavily as if she were making a huge sacrifice at not being able to sleep her way through the wedding party. But Aubrey could see she didn't really mean it.

“Yeah alright. I guess I can rock a suit for a day. Maybe I can pass out and Doc Beale can give me some mouth to mouth.”

Beca winked at her and slid out of the car with a chuckle. The door slammed, leaving her to sit in the quiet car park alone. She had a lot to prepare and she needed to do it quickly. But right now the only thing she could focus on was getting back to Stacie to find a little peace before she burned the world to the ground.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Hey, can you write one from that big sister!reader universe where it’s been a few months since they destroyed the red room (the avengers are back together) and the russian family makes a surprise birthday party for reader? the first one she got. like melina found out their birthday documents and they make one bc she needs this normalcy and the stuff she was deprived 😭😭😭 you can include the avengers bc they want to meet her too like nat told them what she did for nat and yelena and the sisters make an emotional speech for reader. i need to cry with them more jdjfk

Loved this request! I hope you like it!

Promise? (Part 2 of Lean on Me) 

Word Count: 4.3k

Warning: Angst with Fluff, mention of Red Room, reader has some issues but they are working on it.

It was a daunting and heartbreaking work as Melina scrolled through the hundreds and hundreds of girls still under Dreykov’s control. The map behind her was littered with pins of different colors. Green ones were Widows that were exposed to the gas, yellow were ones they weren’t sure if they’ve gone through the chemically subjugation, and red were ones that still needed to be saved. Unfortunately, there were more yellows and reds than greens. Melina sighed, seconds from calling it a night when she came across a file. Your file. It seemed like an invasion of privacy. Although, your relationship had improved in the two months based. But Melina had a curious mind. “Mama,” you said, opening the door. She minimized the file. “Is everything okay?” You always had a way of knowing when someone’s emotions were off. Melina shook her head. 

“Just tired.” You nodded. Melina knew you were too. You’ve taken the lead on organizing the Widows that stayed to help. But you took on the higher rank Widows on your own to prevent the others from getting hurt. Too many times, Melina has had to patch you up. 

“Well, I made dinner. Come take a break and pick this up tomorrow.” Melina smiled. 

“Let me finish this and I’ll be right out.” You glared at her. 

“5 minutes. If you aren’t out I’ll drag you out of here.” Melina knew you were serious. 

“5 minutes.” You smiled, leaving her office. “Thank you, dorogoy (sweetheart).” You nodded and closed her door. Melina reopened your file. You needed a break. No matter how hard you tried to hide it, Melina saw how tired you were. To her surprise, your birthday was in 2 weeks. Black Widows didn’t celebrate birthdays even in Ohio. Pictures were taken to fill a photo album to give the illusion of an American family No presents. No decorations. She pulled out her phone and texted Natasha, ‘I have a plan. But I need help. I’ll call you.’ 

*

“I can’t come to New York.” You said to Yelena as you stepped out of the bathroom. It was a quick walk down the hall to your room. You closed the door behind you. Your youngest sister was with you for a month before returning to New York. You knew the Accords were dissolved and Yelena had to go help. The blonde groaned. 

“And why not?” She asked. 

“Because there are too many Widows that need saving,” you said, sitting on your bed. The number seemed to be growing everyday, 1 Widow saved and 10 more were still trapped. “I can’t abandon them.” 

“You aren’t.” Yelena said softly. But you were. If only you acted quicker. You saw the signs but you stayed quiet. You followed orders. If only you were brave enough to stand up to him. “Hey,are you still with me?” Her voice startled you out of your thoughts. 

“Yeah, sorry, I’m here.” You told her. 

“Look, you are no good to those girls if you don’t take care of yourself.” She was right, you knew she was. “You could assign some lower level Widows to Soyna and the others and take a break.” You didn’t respond. Did you deserve a break? “You could meet Maria.” The idea of giving the shovel talk to Natasha’s girlfriend did sound like a good time. “And we want you to meet everyone.” You sighed. 

“Fine, give me a few days to get things settled here and all catch a flight.” You said. 

“No need. Just tell us when you are ready and Tony will send a Quinjet to pick you up.” Fancy. 

“Alright, I’ll see you soon, sestra.” You said your good-byes and hung up. You laid on your back staring up at the ceiling. It was going to be a busy few days. 

*

You stood by the back of the Quinjet landed. The door opened and your sisters were waiting for you. You smiled as the ramp descended and you walked out into the New York sun. The sun felt different than in St. Petersburg. Yelena smiled and hugged you as soon as you landed on solid ground. You laughed, hugging the youngest tight. “Welcome to New York.” She said, letting you go so you could say hi to Natasha. She cut her hair to a bop and dyed it blonde. You felt a little left out not being a blonde. 

“You look,” Natasha paused. “Tired.” You rolled your eyes. 

“You always know how to make a girl feel welcomed.” You pulled her into a hug. “I like the blonde.” You told her. 

“She just wanted to be like me,” Yelena joked. You laughed, shaking your head. Natasha glared at Yelena and began to walk towards the door. “She doesn’t like that joke very much.” You smiled, putting your arm around her shoulders and quickly followed Natasha. “So, how was your flight?”

“Good,” you told her. “Where was that when we were breaking dad out of prison?” Yelena chuckled. 

“It would have been handy,” Natasha was waiting by the door with 2 men you recognized immediately; Captain America and Iron Man. 

“Well Rushman,” you didn’t recognize the name. “This is the infamous sister Black Widow Jr. won’t stop talking about.” You caught a slight blush on Yelena’s cheeks. 

“And you must be Tony Stark.” You said, offering your hand for the man to shake. He took it. 

“What gave it away?” He questioned. “The dashing smile or the good looks.”

“The annoying personality.” You deadpanned. Your sisters laughed. Tony’s smile didn’t falter. 

“I like her.” You rolled your eyes and looked at the super soldier. 

“Steve Rogers,” he said, shaking your hand. His grip was strong and firm. “It’s nice to put a face to the name.” You smiled 

“It’s nice to meet you, Captain.”

“Come on. We’ll show you your room.” Natasha said. You nodded, following her into the compound. Tony explained the features of the building; from the AI system ro the training area and everything in between. You entered the kitchen and saw a brunette and a man (you weren’t sure what he was). When the brunette looked up from a bowl, she gasped and ran over to you. 

“It’s so nice to finally meet you.” She hugged you. You were surprised by the sudden hug. “Sorry, we’ve heard so much about you.” You looked at your sisters, who wouldn’t meet your eyes. 

“So I’ve noticed.” You said. 

“I’m Wanda,” the brunette said. The man came up to stand next to her. 

“It is a pleasure to meet you. I’m Vision.” You shook his hand and you were surprised by the feeling. You said your hellos and continued to follow Natasha and Yelena to your room. 

“We are right down the hall,” Yelena said, opening the door and letting you step it. The room was spacious and it had a window overlooking the property, a private bathroom, and a walk in closet. You set your bag down. 

“Thank you,” you said. Natasha shrugged as if it was no big deal. It was to you. 

“We’ll let you get settled in. Wanda is cooking lunch.” She said. You nodded as they began to leave you alone. 

“Wait,” you said. Natasha turned back to face you. You smiled, walking over to her. You saw her get a little nervous, an emotion you rarely saw. “Where’s the girlfriend?” You questioned. “I met everyone else except her.” Her eyes widened slightly but she recovered quickly. Yelena giggled. 

“Technically, you didn’t meet Sam and Rhodey. Thor and Bruce are off-world.” You crossed your arms, one hip popping to the side. You weren’t buying it. Natasha sighed. “She’s on a mission.” 

“How convenient.” You said. 

“You aren’t going to threaten her,” she said, pointing her finger at you. You pushed her finger out of your face. 

“I wasn’t going to, Natalia.” Maybe a little bit. “I just want to meet the woman who makes my little Tasha so happy.” You cooed, pinching her cheeks. Yelena laughed as Natasha swatted your hands away. 

“I don’t like you.” You rolled your eyes. 

“You’ll get over it.” You put your duffle bag on your bed and began to unpack. You were grateful to be with them. 

*

To be fair, you lost track of time and you expected Natasha or Yelena to come find you. You were sitting on your bed, back resting on the headboard and typing on your laptop. You promised Melina that you wouldn’t work and worry about them in St. Petersburg. But you couldn’t resist. “What are you doing?” Yelena asked, walking into your room. You slammed your laptop close. “Are you working?” You were caught. 

“I well I,” you sighed. “Yes.” You admitted. “I was just making sure everything is okay.” Yelena sat next to you. She took your laptop off your lap. 

“They are going to be fine.” You knew they were more than capable of dealing with it. But your entire life you’ve followed orders and worked to accomplish a mission. You didn’t know how to do nothing. “But you aren’t if you don’t take a break.” You sighed, looking at her. 

“I thought I was supposed to look after you.” 

“And you have,” she said. “Now it’s our turn to look after you,” she stood up and held out her hand. You took it and allowed the blonde to pull you to your feet. “Now come on! Steve is in the training room and everyone wants to watch you kick Captain America’s ass.” You laughed, shaking your head. 

“Okay, okay, I’m coming.” 

*

You made it 2 days before opening your laptop again. You really tried to do it for Yelena but the guilt was eating you up. So, you were sitting at the kitchen island with your laptop and a cup of coffee. Things were fine. Soyna and the other girls were doing great but you needed to do something. “Well you're new,” a voice behind you caused you to turn around. You recognized the woman right away. Maria Hill. Her brown hair was damp from a recent shower and she was wearing sweatpants and a SHIELD shirt. She must have returned from her mission. 

“Maria Hill.” She didn’t look surprised that you knew her name. She walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and filled it with water. 

“They said you were good at what you do,” you did your research on the agent as soon as Yelena told you about the new relationship. But you did catch a picture of her on Natasha’s phone. You smiled. 

“Of course,” she said. “I have to know the most important people in both of my sister’s lives.” You went back to work on your laptop, taking a sip of your coffee. You felt her eyes on you. She was waiting for the threat but you weren’t going to give her the satisfaction of offering it now. You were one of Dreykov’s best interrogators for a reason. 

“Moya lyubov' (my love), what-” you turned around to see Natasha. Oh this was becoming a great night. Her face was in shock. 

“Natalia,” you said. “Why don’t you join us?” She slowly walked over to you, moving to stand next to her girlfriend. You had to admit, they were cute together. A strange feeling formed in your chest. You pushed away the feeling and smiled at the couple, taking a sip of your coffee. 

“Yelena already gave me the shovel talk,” she admitted. 

“It wasn’t really threatening,” Natasha added. “It was cute.” Awe, that’s adorable. You made a mental note to talk to Yelena about that. 

“So, can we get the threat to kill me if I break your heart out of the way? I’m tired.” You closed your laptop and rested your head on your hands. You were still smiling even though Natasha looked like she was going to pass out. 

“I’m not gonna threaten to kill you or list all the many ways I could because you know what my sisters are capable of,” You almost laughed at the shocked expression on their face. “So I’ll give you this. I don’t know you well and you don’t know me but I know that you managed to do something very special.” You looked at your sister. “You captured  her heart, which is not an easy thing to do. So that speaks volume to the person you are. Don’t waste that gift.” Maria stared at you, blinking slowly. 

“Uh thank you,” she said. “I won’t.” You noticed the tears forming in Natasha’s eyes. 

“That being said, if you do break her heart, I won’t kill you because she’d never speak to me again.” Natasha smiled. “But I will make your life a living hell that death will be a blessing.” Maria stood up straighter at the threat. “I was Dreykov’s favorite for a reason. Do I make myself clear?” She nodded. 

“Yes.” You smiled. 

“Good, now go get some sleep you crazy kids.” Maria chuckled. 

“It was nice meeting you.” 

“You as well.” She walked back to where you believed her room was. But Natasha didn’t follow her. Instead she walked over to you and kissed you on your cheek. The action surprised you. 

“Thank you,” she said. “You need sleep too.” You nodded. 

“I’ll be going to bed soon.” You watched Natasha walk over to Maria, who waited for her and took her hand. You smiled at the sight and stopped yourself from opening your laptop. You headed to bed. 

*

They were up to something. You’ve been at the Avenger compound for a little over a week and were loving every second of you. You trained with Steve, had late nights with Tony and Rhodey in the lap, Wanda was teaching you and Vision how to cook, and you went on runs with Sam in the woods near the compound. But your favorite was spending time with Yelena and Natasha and getting to know Maria. With all that, you were a trained Black Widow so something was going on. It started with a girls weekend trip to New York City. It was your first time in the City so you allowed them to drag you around the city like a tourist. You went to the Top of the Rock, visited the Statue of Liberty, and ate your way around China Town and Little Italy. It was the most fun you’ve had in your entire life. 

It was Sunday 1830 and you were packing up your duffle bag to head back to the compound. “So, how was your weekend?” Maria asked, standing by the door to your room. Tony rented out a small apartment for your weekend trip. 

“A lot of fun,” you told her. “Never had a girl’s trip like this before.” You knew the Avengers knew some of the details of why you were separated from your sisters for so long. But you didn’t know how much they knew, the things you had to do for him. Maria sighed. 

“Thank you,” She said. You gave yourself whiplash on how fast you looked at her. 

“I’m sorry?” You questioned. “What are you thanking me for?” She walked over to you, arms still crossed against her chest. 

“Thank you for what you did for them.” Oh. You weren’t expecting a thank you from her. “You sacrificed a lot for them and because of that they’ve accomplished a lot and saved lives including my own. So thank you.” You were rendered a little speechless. You cleared your throat. 

“Uh of course. They’re family. I'll do anything for them,” you scratched the back of your head. “I’m gonna be honest I don’t know how to accept a ‘thank you.’” Maria smiled, patting you on the shoulder. 

“They were the same way,” she told you. “Just surround yourself with good people and it will get easier.” You nodded. “I’ll let you finish packing.” She walked back to the door. 

“Maria,” you called out to her. She stopped and looked back. “Thank you for making sure they were okay while I was still in Russia.” She nodded. 

“Of course, they’re family.” She left you alone to finish packing. 

You were quiet on the flight back to the compound. You used the quick flight to observe your sisters. Natasha was cuddling up against Maria while she read a book. She would run her fingers through your sister’s hair. Yelena was showing Wanda photos she took on her camera, she was becoming interested in photography. That weird feeling formed in your chest again. It was tight and it hurt to breathe. You closed your eyes and swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. Yelena said your name. You opened your eyes. 

“Are you okay?” She asked. You put on a smile and nodded. 

“Yeah, just a little tired.”

“Get some sleep. We have about 30 minutes.” Wanda said. You got comfortable and closed your eyes. You slowed your breathing to give the illusion that you’ve fallen asleep but you couldn’t sleep with this feeling still here. 

*

Natasha stopped you before you could enter the compound. You raised your eyebrows at her. “We debated if this should be a surprise or give you a warning because sometimes Black Widows don’t react well to surprises.”

“She almost broke my arm when I planned a date for her.” Maria said. The group laughed but you were focused on your sister. 

“What’s going on?” You questioned. 

“There are people in there,” she said. “Waiting for you. Just don’t attack them.” You nodded as Natasha opened the door. Yelena grabbed your hand and grabbed you into the compound. You immediately heard voices and music. Soon the common area came into view and Steve was the first one to see you. He made a motion with his hands. 

“Happy Birthday!” The room cheered. The sound startled you. You looked at Yelena. 

“Happy Birthday, sestra.” You looked at the group. The Avengers were there along with Melina, Alexei, and a few of the Widows you’ve saved. 

“Birthday?” You questioned. Widows don’t have birthdays. As soon as you entered the Red Room your past was erased. You became a new person as they rebuilt you. 

“Melina found your file with your birthday,” Natasha said, standing on your other side. The older Black Widow walked over to you at the mention of her name. “She figured that since you needed a break this would be a perfect opportunity.” In one day you were stunned into silence twice. 

“Is this okay?” Yelena asked. You nodded. 

“Yeah it is.” You put on a smile. “Thank you mama.” You said, hugging Melina. 

“Of course,” she said. “Now let’s eat before Alexei eats all the food.” You laughed and walked into the party with your sisters and Melina. 

You weren’t sure how to act at a birthday party as this was your first. But you put on a smile and acted like nothing was wrong. You drank, ate food, and laughed along with the people around you. You did a great job ignoring the looks Wanda was sending you. You even got to open presents; which consisted of books from Steve, a kitchen knife set that was engraved from Wanda and Vision, Maria gifted you a vest, Rhodey and Sam got you tickets to a Yankees’ game, and Tony got you a motorcycle that matched the ones he made for Natasha and Yelena. But the best gifts were from your family. Melina made you a photo album, it was filled with pictures from Ohio but also current ones and there were little notes from the Widows that you saved on some of the pages. Alexei gifted you a necklace. The charm was a blue jay and he explained that the bird symbolizes protection and fearlessness. You were surprised by how much he knew about the bird. You let him place it on your neck. Natasha and Yelena did a joint gift, they gave you a ring. The ring came in a set of 3, one for each of you. “It’s a touch ring,” Yelena explained. “So when you touch yours ours will light up.”

“No matter where we are, we will always be together.” Natasha smiled. You put the ring on your finger. You swallowed the lump in your throat. 

“Thank you. Thank you all of you.” You said. 

“Cake time.” Wanda said, disappearing into the kitchen. She returned with a chocolate cake. 

“Before we dig in I like to have a toast,” Tony shoved a drink in your hand. “I would like to thank Tony for helping through this party at the very last minute.” The billionaire waved his hand as if it was no big deal. “But the biggest thanks goes to our sister,” Natasha looked at you. “Because without you, Yelena and I would have none of this.” 

“We can never repay you for the sacrifices you made for us,” Yelena continued. “But I hope one day we come close to repaying you.” 

*

You determined that you disliked birthdays. You didn’t like being the center of attention. You were outside on a small balcony, looking up at the night sky as the party raged on inside. It was calmer, peaceful out here. You sighed, staring into your drink. The feeling was still in your chest. You let out a shaky breath trying to get rid of it. But it wasn’t going away. You crushed the paper cup in your hand and the rest of the drink splashed on the ground. “There you are.”  You heard Steve say behind you. You didn’t acknowledge the super soldier as he moved to stand next to you. “Are you not enjoying the party?” 

“No I am,” you said quickly. “I’m grateful for everything.”

“But?” 

“But-,” you sighed, turning to face the party. You watched everyone through the window. Alexei was having an arm wrestling competition with Tony’s Iron Man gauntlet with the help of Rhodey. Sam, Yelena, and a few of the Widows were playing some sort of card game. Melina and Wanda were in the kitchen together, looking over a cookbook. “Do you ever get a tight feeling in your chest? Sometimes it hurts to breathe and it won’t go away.” You looked at him. “But I can’t pinpoint the feeling. Am I going crazy?” He didn’t answer right away. The super soldier stared through the window watching the party. 

“It happened a lot when I woke up from being on ice for so long,” he finally said. “I thought I died that day but I woke up in a different world.” 

“What is this feeling?” You asked. 

“I can’t name it for you. Anxiety is different for everyone. Sometimes it manifests itself in guilt,” Guil? You’ve been dealing with guilt since the moment you stepped foot at the compound. Was it far for you to be enjoying yourself while so many were still trapped? Did you deserve this party? “And jealousy.” Jealousy? You heard Natasha’s laughter from within. Maria’s arms were wrapped around your sister with her head resting on Natasha’s shoulder. “It could be anything.”

“How do you make it go away?” Steve sighed. 

“It really never goes away. You just learn to deal with it.” Yelena opened the outside door and shrived when she felt the cold. 

“Sestra, we are playing a game and I need a partner.” She said. “We need to beat Natasha and Maria.” You laughed. 

“I’ll be right there.” She nodded excitedly, jumping on the ball of her feet and going inside. You looked back at the super soldier. 

“They help too,” he said. “Lean on them. Don’t try to be strong by yourself anymore.” You smiled at him.

“Thank you, Steve.” 

*

They party settled down and everyone called it a night. You found yourself on the couch with Yelena and Natasha. Yelena’s head was resting on your lap. Your fingers were running through her hair. The constant movement was putting her to sleep. “Can I ask you a question?” Natasha paused the movie and gave you her full attention. She nodded. “When you were planning on escaping the Red Room, did you ever think about taking me with you?” You asked. “Be honest with me, I won’t get upset.” Natasha sighed. 

“No,” she admitted. “If I ever had a chance, I knew I’d only take Yelena with me.” Her truth didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would. “You were the strongest one out of the 3 of us.” Her confession surprised you. She played with the matching ring on her finger. “That day in Cuba, I remember it so vividly. I was so scared but you didn’t seem scared at all. You threatened those guards and Alexei and you offered yourself to take our spot. I knew from that day you were far stronger than me.” Your hands stopped moving and Yelena shifted in her sleep. You continued to keep her asleep. “Do you regret it? Your deal with him.” 

“No,” you said, with hesitation. “I would do it again. But,” you bite down on your lip. 

“You can tell me,” she said. “I won’t be upset.” 

“I’ve been having this weird feeling in my chest,” you told her. “Steve calls it anxiety.” You looked down at Yelena. “He says it can manifest itself because of guilt or jealousy.”

“Jealousy?” She questioned. “Are you jealous of Yelena and I?” You shrugged. 

“I think I was at first when I saw you and Maria together. But now I’m happy that you are happy,” you reached for Natasha’s hand. “I’m happy that you found this place, Tasha.” She squeezed your hand. 

“I promise, sestra, nothing is going to get between us again.” 

“Promise?” You held out your pinky. She wrapped her pinky around yours. 

“Promise.”

[the-good-bad-truth]

Pretty Megan Fox is actually poisonous

In Hollywood, Megan Fox was always portrayed as this hot, bad maneater girl that would say what she wanted when she wanted, even if it was appropriate or not. However, people that praise her for her “rebel” persona, dismiss a lot of her toxic behavior and inappropriate things

1.Says things, gets backlash, but instead of taking accountability for the words she CHOOSES to say, she blames others(media/society)

Made it seem like MGK cheated on her by using a Beyonce lemonade lyric, started following Eminem (previous beef with mgk), then responded to a comment that said he(mgk) probably cheated on her with Sophie (mgk’s female guitarist (who has long-time bf) --led to Sophie getting hate for a week until Megan decided to respond by saying this:

She blamed the media for a rumor that she caused whether that was her intention or not, she also dismissed the hate that Sophie was getting by making it seem like it was an initiation for Sophie

Attended a boxing event and later said this about Trump “He was a legend. That arena was very supportive of Trump when he came in.” she got backlash about this cuz trump is a controversial figure to say the least and she responded by saying and once again blaming "uneducated people":

Referred to Michael Bay “He wants to be like Hitler on set and he is” she was fired cuz of this even if Michael didn’t take offense to this but Steven Spielberg (transformer producer, who is Jewish) took offense, rightfully so.

How u going to compare a dictator who k millions of people to someone whose your boss, working on a film u signed up for?

Uses her Bisexuality as a marketing tool

This is going to sound controversial, but I have my doubts that Megan fox is bisexual, or she at least uses it for the male gaze or female gaze as well.

Her bisexual awakening story: "Well, that year my boyfriend broke up with me, and I decided - oh man, sorry, mommy! - that I was in love with this girl that worked at the Body Shop," said Fox. "I decided that I was going to get her to love me back, and I went out of my way to create a relationship with this girl, a stripper named Nikita."

Fox said Nikita would do "these beautiful slow dances to Aerosmith ballads." The actress also said she would bring the Russian stripper gifts and try to inspire her to quit her line of work.

This is weird that she went for a girl after a failed relationship with a man and also that she was trying to "Save" this girl from this type of work.

Bisexual means a person who is attracted to and can fall in love with a man or woman. Megan is Bisexual, she can fall in love with both, so isn’t it inappropriate that she posed with Kourtney Kardashian in a sort of sexual manner or that she jokingly asks Adriana lima on a date or made a caption saying, “Currently seeking a gf, submit applications in dms.”  while still in a relationship w/mgk.

This may be reaching but isn’t that kind of weird cuz what if mgk posed with Halsey and she was sitting on his lap or if used the same captions, he would be getting called out? Right? cuz as she said in an interview, he's not allowed to have girls in his music videos, it's the queen or no one.

How she love bombs or manipulates those around her

Called him her twin flame, stronger than a soulmate knowing that mgk is a sensitive person and that she can manipulate him by making him and others believe that he is the one and she can heal him

“Megan added: "I think it was the second day, I asked him to come into my trailer for lunch, and I put him through all of this astrology stuff." 

She added: "I went deep right away. I knew before I even did his chart, I said to him, he has a Pisces moon. I could tell by his energy."

Got his nickname tatted on her collarbone to show that she is dedicated to him after barely dating a few months.

Trip to Costa Rica: "So we went to Costa Rica to do ayahuasca in a proper setting with indigenous people," Fox said, referring to the psychoactive tea, which is used as a spiritual medicine and can cause hallucinations. "... So I was thinking it was like glamping, like it was gonna be some kind of five-star experience.

Though the actress said she and her rocker beau had reservations about throwing up, which she described as a necessary step, the Transformers star called it "such a good bonding experience" overall.

This trip was her idea since they did it around the time of her birthday and she might have gaslit him into doing this. Could be jokes, but y is she making it seem that this religious ceremony of Costa Rican natives seems like she was going to a spa trip.

Romanticizes toxicity or trauma.

Dressed up as Pamela Anderson and tommy lee for halloween and used the caption: “But are these even costumes.”

If u don’t know pam/tommy were a toxic relationship that was exploited by hollywood and also Tommy went to prison for 6mths after hitting Pam while she was holding their son.

“Do you think you have a death wish?” the radio host asked MGK, whose birth name is Colson Baker. “That was actually a text that Megan had sent me, it was something along the lines of ‘if we have to live a life where we have to see each other with different people, then we should just go out murder/suicide,’” the singer responded.

Poem she wrote about their relationship: the tale of two outcasts and star-crossed lovers caught in the throes of a torrid, solar flare of a romance featuring: feverish obsession, guns, addiction, Shamans, lots of blood, general mayhem, therapy, tantric night terror, binding rituals, chakra sound baths, psychedelic hallucinations, organic smoothies, and the kind of sex that would make Lucifer clutch his rosary.”

Rehab Barbie nickname, based on the song, contain lyrics such as 

“They took away all your credit

But you know how you can get it

Your father's dying of cancer

Your intervention is the answer

You'll say that you don't really need it”

His father died of cancer by the way, but maybe it’s just a cute nickname for her, I guess.

Makes light or doesn’t acknowledge serious topics

A politician accused megan of forcing a gender on her son,(which never involve children for you political agenda) and she responded by saying:

"I really don’t want to give you this attention because clearly you're a clout chaser but let me teach you something," Fox wrote. "Irregardless of how -0desperate you may become at any given time to acquire wealth, power, success, or fame - never use children as leverage or social currency, especially under malevolent and erroneous pretense of exploiting my child’s gender identity to gain attention in your political campaign has put you on the wrong side of the universe."

She then followed this up by making a joke of the whole situation, which i found a little bit weird cuz she made it seem like it was just a hater or someone coming after her cuz she's a "Witch" not someone coming for her child:

She got rid of her Marilyn Monroe tattoo because “Megan said that Marilyn "was a negative person" and also called her "disturbed" due to rumors of Monroe's mental health challenges. Further, the actress elaborated that she felt that having Marilyn's face tatted on her would "attract this kind of negative energy."

Goes to Hawaii all the time even though natives have been saying not to go cuz their land is being taken and our suffering financially.

Made fun/imitated Britney spears voice.

Used a Human trafficking poster in her post where she alluded to him cheating, which she later claimed it was the media's fault.

Anger Issues

Threatened to stab brian, no guns allowed or she would shoot him

She said: “My temper is ridiculously bad. I’ve had to say to Brian, ‘You have to go and stop talking to me, because I’m going to kill you. I’m going to stab you with something, please leave.’ ”

The 23-year-old star admits she is so worried about her emotional reactions, she won’t let herself be around firearms incase she injured Brian.

She added to Rolling Stone magazine: “I’d never own a gun for that reason. I wouldn’t shoot to kill. But I would shoot him in the leg, for sure.”

Fox has previously confessed she finds on-screen violence “sexy”.

Scribbled in marker like a child throwing a tantrum, poems on the wall after she got mad at him.

Alter ego when she’s mad at mgk is named “jennifer check”

In conclusion, Megan fox is not that innocent as she claims to be. Yes, she has probably faced misogyny and other potentially traumatic things in Hollywood or in life. However, this should not excuse or dismiss her toxic tendencies.

p.s this is probably just a few of the problematic things she has done or said.

[hamliet]

Hey first just wanna say it’s cuz of you that I caught an intrigue for Russian literature, and have decided to read most of dostoevskys bibliography, and I just finished crime and punishment. Obviously I’m absolutely floored by the entire thing but someone that stood out to me was svirdgailov. Those last couple scenes of him were absolutely amazing and had me reeling, I wanted to know your opinion on him

Hello! And ahhh I'm so happy to hear that!!

Svidrigailov is indeed a very interesting character. He's an antagonist, but the vast majority of his crimes are in the past. Yet they're significant: he rapes an underage girl and she commits suicide. He murders his wife. He propositions Dunya and then corners her. But he also then does some charitable things like actually providing for Sonya's stepsiblings after Katarina dies, and giving Sonya enough money to leave her profession and move to Siberia with Raskolnikov.

So, he's done the worst deeds imaginable in the story--worse than Raskolnikov. And rather than face guilt, he kills himself. Yet, he also is the one who provides for others for absolutely no benefit to himself.

You'll often find Sonya and Svidrigailov compared as foils who represent two alternate paths for Raskolnikov: life or death, suffering or escape.

Rask is obviously another foil. Raskolnikov's name means "schism." and that's because he's both extremely generous and extremely cruel--kinda like Svid. He also donates all his money to Marmeladov's family before he even knows them, when it benefits him not at all. Yet he murders Alyona to benefit humanity... and Lizaveta to protect himself.

The guilt over his crimes haunts him and forces him to face suffering via turning himself in and serving his sentence. But he's in part only able to do this (and eventually to truly repent) because of love. His family and Sonya love him. Svidrigailov wants Dunya to be his Sonya; however, there are some key differences. Raskolnikov empathizes with Sonya, but Svidrigailov doesn't empathize with Dunya very much.

I'd say he desperately wants to use Dunya to feel better about himself. And he wants her to love him, because he's incredibly lonely and lost. When she finally convinces him that she never, ever will, he then donates all his money to Sonya (whom he sees as Raksolnikov's Dunya, and Dostoyevsky makes this especially clear when Svidrigailov literally eavesdrops on Sonya and Raskolnikov's conversations) and commits suicide.

Yet the problem is that Svidrigailov doesn't see Dunya in the same human sense that Raskolnikov sees Sonya--he sees her as a Good Girl who can save him from himself, but doesn't actually try to explore what makes her "good," or what she wants out of life. Even his chasing Dunya down comes after he betrayed her by propositioning her while he was her married employer, then allowed her to be badmouthed and fired which could have destroyed her entire life, and then he made amends... yet murdered his wife to chase after Dunya. That would be like Raskolnikov murdering Katarina Ivanovna and Sonya's siblings to chase after her. It kinda provokes a different response.

Svidrigailov wants to be saved from himself. But the way to save himself is to look at himself at his core, to kiss the earth and confess, as Sonya tells Raskolnikov to do. Raskolnikov's motives are also very interior, and they have always been so--he wanted to prove himself an ubermensch of sorts, but failed. Svidrigailov's seem to be more about avoiding himself, yet still, as with Raskolnikov, the truth of who they are still seeps out despite attempts to avoid it.

You can only run so far from yourself.

Svidrigailov is a tragic character, and if you were drawn to him, he's also a prototype for other characters in Dostoyevsky's works: Rogozhin from The Idiot, and most obviously, Stavrogin from Demons--in which essentially the entire book revolves around the enigma that is Stavrogin.

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Propaganda for Sergey Razumovsky and Oleg Volkov (Major Grom comics)

I picked "implied" but I'm gonna be straight (haha) with you, if they were officially canon everyone involved in the making of this book would be at least fined out of business. It's from a russian publisher, they're doing their best but they also don't want to go to prison over fictional characters. They're as canon as they can be though, and have been since the 2010s. Anyway Sergey and Oleg are always together, they're basically a single unit and when they're separated it's almost always because something bad is happening to them. For the entirety of Plague Doctor they act like a married couple. They literally live together in an apartment that only has one bed and fuss over each other and flirt with each other. In Major Grom (their first appearances) Sergey was the villain to Grom's hero, and Oleg was his childhood friend / current head henchman, but after some (a lot) of plot happening they agreed that they're actually equal partners (in a conversation that sounded more romantic than some actual kisses). One of their most important plot points is that Oleg is as important to Sergey as Grom's girlfriend is to Grom. Literally that was on the page. They had a one-shot issue that was about them taking a trip to Mexico, which in comic book imagery pretty much always means a honeymoon. Idk, you tell me if that's implied or canon. Technically they're murderers / terrorists but the Plague Doctor comic book (their own spin-off! woohoo!) is pretty much all about them raising a younger woman to take up the mantle of the titular vigilante plague doctor because they're retired from that. Which doesn't prevent them from getting into bloody fights, mostly for each other. Sergey loves his knives and Oleg is very proficient with every weapon, and even when they're not physically in the fight they stay together to make sure nothing goes too wrong. After a spousal abduction and spousal rescue arc they now have matching scars. The artists / writers regularity spend a page or two or three just focusing on them fighting in synch. They literally fight back to back many times, because it's more safe and efficient and they trust each other like that. A couple in work in life and in battle. Also the artist who pretty much defined their entire characters drew a lot of fanart of them, which I'm aware doesn't really count as canon, but. Well.

They sleep in the same bed. When Sergey is working on his computer and worrying too much Oleg makes him a meal. The things Oleg does for Sergey include breaking him out of prison, kidnapping and/or killing people, training someone to be the next Plague Doctor, even dying for him. It looks like a very unbalanced relationship to some other characters but those characters don't really know them. There was an entire arc that was mostly about Sergey being willing and ready to risk everything (his recent comfortable anonymity, his long-term project, even his sanity) to go save Oleg. At a time when he thought Oleg was dead Sergey agreed to let a god take control of him and effectively erase his own existence. It didn't work ultimately but it still happened. Their post-injuries "oh god I thought you were dead I'm so glad you're mostly alright" hug was the most emotional scene in the entire series. They're not doing physical fighting so often in this comic book because while they're main characters the actual protagonist is the girl they're training to be the new Plague Doctor, but they're always working together behind the scenes, and when they do fight it's a feast for the eyes (very violent and bloody). They have different weapons because Sergey just loves knives and Oleg is much more pragmatic so he mostly uses guns when he's at liberty of choosing his weapons, but they work extremely seamlessly together. If the publisher wasn't in Russia they'd be wearing matching wedding bands for years.

3. i think the reason they're not currently wanted by multiple countries is because they're still presumed dead. they're officially criminals, maybe terrorists? sergey began his criminal career by killing the corrupt rich, so then of course the publisher had to make some late changes to the story and his motivations to make him less likable. i don't think they really managed it. he's most people's favorite character from that comic book, i'm pretty sure that's why they gave him a spin-off years later. oleg is an even later addition (actually just an arc or two later), because they needed sergey (the villain) to have someone who would be a parallel to the hero's girlfriend. so they introduced his childhood bff / kinda estranged best friend / worried right hand man to fill that role. they made him a scary mercenary with experience from the special forces and he's ready to kill anyone who needs to die for sergey's plan. sergey can also stop him anywhen too. they weren't really equal in their first arc together, because sergey was going through a lot and his alter didn't like oleg and was always bossing him around, but since then they both went through A Lot More and talked a lot and made things between themselves clearer. they're equal partners, for better and for worse. sergey once killed over a dozen of mercenaries just with a knife and a wire, because someone had kidnapped oleg as a trap for sergey and he knew it and still went there to save oleg. they're fighting for the same things, together, and sometimes it's literal and they go kill people with guns and knives, sometimes separately but more often together. their canonicity is… it's complicated. i think you'd consider sergey and oleg canon if you consider the guys from good omens to be canon. * like there's no i love yous, no kisses, or maybe just not yet, who knows, but it's still evident that they care so much about each other and only have eyes for each other. except in this case i'd even say they're more canon because there's no yearning or will-they-won't-they anymore, they're just together since their childhood or teenage years, they have no problem talking or touching or holding each other or living together.

*Mod note - This was submitted before season 2 of Good Omens came out.

[aristrocrat]

Upside Down Feelings III

Chapter 5: The Flayed

summary: the scoops troop gets caught inside the russian lab

word count: suuuuper fucken long i’m so sorry (no i’m not)

tw: borderline fluff and angst???

“WE’RE GOING DOWN! WE’RE GOING DOWN!”

“NO SHIT, HARRINGTON!” You and Robin shouted.

“STEVE, LET GO!” You shouted as you continued to free fall even faster by the second. He still had you pressed against his chest, refusing to let go and insisting that-

“NO! I’M PROTECTING YOU-“

Dustin and Erica ran towards the buttons, clicking away amongst the chaos before the room finally came to violent stop. You both tumbled toward, resulting in your face on the floor and Steve sprawled out heavily on top of you, his backside to yours.

“My groin,” He whimpered.

“Get off!” You grunted.

“Give me a second! A titanium box just went directly into my dick.. Jesus,” He hissed. “Dustin! Get this off of me!”

Your brother stumbled over and lifted the box, allowing you both to get up.

“Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah, I’m great now that Russians can’t design elevators!” Steve shouted, shoving the kids out of the way to mess with the buttons again.

“I think we’ve clearly established that those buttons don’t work,” You rolled your eyes.

“They’re buttons! They have to do something!” He argued before twirling around and pressing them individually.

“Yeah, if we had a keycard!” Robin shrugged.

“What?”

“It’s an electronic lock,” You pointed out, walking over to the silver pad on the door to show him. “Same as the loading dock door. If we don’t have a keycard, it won’t operate. Meaning-“

“We’re stuck in here,” Dustin finished.

“Yeah,” You softened your voice as you looked at your brother. Steve ran another hand through his hair before hopelessly closing the button door.

“Just so you nerds know are aware,” Erica spoke up with confidence. “I’m supposed to be spending the night at Tina’s. And Tina always covers for me. But if I’m not home for Uncle Jack’s party tomorrow, and my mom finds out you four are responsible, she’s gonna hunt you down, one by one, and slit your throats.”

“I DON’T CARE ABOUT TINA OR UNCLE JACK’S PARTY!” Steve snapped, slamming his hands on a box. “Your mom’s not gonna be able to find us if we’re dead in a Russian elevator.”

Erica hummed thoughtfully in response, as if to say ‘I hadn’t thought of that’.

“What if we climbed out?” Dustin pointed up towards the escape hatch. You looked at Steve with raised eyebrows. He only nodded.

“Alright, you guys stay down here. We’ll check it out,” He said.

You hopped onto the table, opening the hatch before pulling yourself up. Steve was only three seconds behind you. You stabilized your footing before looking up. The older boy beside you let out a hopeless breath. The elevator shaft went on for what appeared to be ever.

“What’s taking so long?“ Dustin asked as he climbed up. “Oh..”

“What was that you were saying about climbing out?” Steve muttered.

“Oh! I still have my walkie! Maybe I can-“

“We’re hundreds of feet underground and surrounded my metal and cement,” You rolled your eyes. “I doubt that signal would even reach the mall.”

“I have to try.”

“Let him. There’s no harm in trying,” Steve placed his hands on his hips. “I mean, what other option do we have?”

“Fine,” You sighed. “But at least save the battery for when the mall opens. You’d have a better shot at someone being in range then. Try and get some rest until then, alright?”

“You expect me to just rest?” Dustin challenged. “Really? After-“

“Dude, just listen to your sister. Try again in the morning and get some sleep. There’s not much else to do right now,” Steve interrupted. Dustin huffed out a breath before climbing back down into the elevator. Steve extended his arm towards the hatch. “After you.”

Once you all were together again, you all began talking about ways you could open the door. You tried various methods to no avail. Hours went by before you eventually gave up, watching as the children and Robin fell asleep.

“Jesus, that girl can sleep through a tornado,” You finally muttered in the silence, making Steve chuckle.

“Remember that one time she fell asleep while eating ice cream during a shift,” Steve admitted.

“Yeah,” You snorted. “She had fudge on her face for like an hour and kept asking us why people were looking at her like this.”

You tilted your head, furrowing your eyebrows and scrunching your nose. Steve shook his head, letting out a breathy chuckle. You both fell back into silence. It differed from the comfortable silence you sat in only a moment earlier, seeing as you both knew the other was wide awake.

“..Are we going to talk about what happened earlier?” He finally asked.

“I’d rather not,” You muttered.

“Why not?”

“Because it was an accident.”

“An accident?” He deadpanned.

“A mistake. An accident. Call it what you will but-“

“I just wasn’t aware that you could accidentally make out with someone for half an hour,” He smirked.

“Okay, so we’re talking about it,” You sighed, standing up and dusting yourself off.

“What are you doing?” He frowned.

“I’d rather not talk about this with my brother in the room,” You nodded at the sleeping boy and hopped on the table before looking back at Steve. “You coming?”

You waited for him to climb up to the elevator shaft before you began speaking again.

“Okay, look- that kiss..” As phenomenal as it was. “It shouldn’t have happened. We’re still just friends, okay? I don’t want anything to change just because of-“

“Is that how you kiss all of your friends?” He challenged. “I don’t buy it. I mean you’re the one who started it.”

“I started it?!”

“Yeah, you started it!”

“I did not,” You scoffed.

“Oh, Steve!” He mocked, batting his lashes. “Please don’t die! I don’t what I would do with myself if you got hurt!”

“I don’t sound like that,” You punched his arm.

“You’re right,” He laughed. “It’s a little more nasally. It sounds more like this-“

“Why are you such a dick to me sometimes?” You laughed.

“Because I’m constantly fighting the urge to kiss you,” He admitted casually and without hesitation as he ran a hand through his sun kissed locks. “I guess it’s just easier to do when we’re arguing.”

Your lips parted as your eyes danced around between his own, scanning for any hint of a joking glint or smirk. But he was dead serious, with only the familiar faint smile that decorated his lips when he was in your presence ever so slightly decorating his pink lips.

“Look, if it genuinely was a mistake, then I won’t ever bring it up again. We can go back to the way things were, no matter how badly I wanna kiss you again,” His eyes darted down to your own lips for a moment, giving you a moment to object before he took a step closer.

“-But if it wasn’t.. If, by chance,” He let his hands trace down your arms, a shiver following behind them as they slid from your shoulders to your elbows. His touch was electric. “.. You can’t stop thinking about me either..” His voice was now nothing but a whisper as he inched in, eyes locked on your lips as if he just couldn’t pull them away. His silky tongue nervously glided over his own before he let the final words spill from them.

“-Then please don’t ever let me stop kissing you.”

He was so close now that you could feel his breath dance across your upper lip. You wanted to fight it. But it was so hard to think when he caressed your cheek like that. You wanted to stop it- to allow your friendship to return to what it was.

But who were you kidding?

This friendship was built off of nothing but passion. And now that you knew what his lips tasted like, what they felt like.. He was more addictive than nicotine, and boy did you want a hit. His plump lips ever so lightly grazed over your own, but he dared not properly touch you until you gave him your consent.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He knew from the moment you didn’t step away from him. That kiss was no mistake.

You felt the exact same way.

“Fuck it,” You whispered hopelessly before pulling him in and closing the distance between you. Your hands trailed into his hair and under his shirt. His own did the same, hungry to touch every part of you. Desperately trying to close any distance left between your bodies.

His kiss was intoxicating. It was like nothing you’d ever experienced before. Every movement, every breath was made in synchronized harmony. His soft lips massaged your own, allowing every pent up emotion from the past few years out in the form of passion. His tongue slid across your lower lip. You allowed him access without second thought as he walked you into the wall behind you.

He parted from the kiss only to lay a trail of sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck, basking in the glory of those soft, almost inaudible noises that fell from your mouth when he kissed behind your ear.

Your hand cupped his jaw, eagerly bringing his lips back to your own. You continued to kiss, slowing your pace a bit, for a few more minutes until you heard rustling under you.

“Y/N?” You heard your brother’s sleepy voice call. “Steve?”

“We’re up here, Dustin,” You responded, sighing as you pulled away. Steve groaned with frustration before stepping away from you, keeping a respectable distance as Dustin poked his head up from the hatch.

“What are you guys doing up here?” He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes.

“Just checking for any way to get out,” Steve shrugged. “What time is it?”

“8:00,” Dustin grunted as he pulled himself up. “Mall just opened. I’m gonna try the walkie.”

“Good luck with that,” You patted your brother’s back as you walked towards the hatch.

———

“Code red. Code red. Does anyone copy? This is a code red, I repeat, a code red.”

“God, he’s still at it?” Robin huffed.

“We are innocent children and we are trapped under Starcourt Mall.”

“You wanna handle that or should I?” Steve asked you.

“The Red Army had infiltrated Hawkins, and if we are found, they will torture and kill us.”

“All yours.”

“Hey!” Steve shouted before poking his head out to speak with your brother. “Gotta it easy on that thing. You’re gonna drain the battery.”

“Someone could be in range.”

“What do you think, Petey the Mall Cop is gonna rappel down here and save the day?” Steve grunted as he pulled himself up for what felt like the millionth time that night.

“Alright, why are you such a cranky pants after getting to spend the night with Y/N-“

“Shh! Jesus Christ,” Steve hushed. “I’ve never met anyone that is so invested in their sibling’s love life. It’s kinda creepy. Just give it up already.”

“I heard you guys talking all night.”

“Yeah, we were trying to figure out a way to get out of here while you children were sleeping,” Steve said.

“Oh? And how exactly did making out with my sister help with that?” Dustin raised his brows. Steve paused, looking like a deer caught in headlights. He debated denying it, but he knew by the boy’s look that he wasn’t bluffing.

“.. By clearing our heads? Relieving some stress?” He offered. Your brother scoffed.

“Where’d that get you?”

“Nowhere, Dustin. We’re exactly nowhere and you know, that’s probably just a little bit of the reason why I’m feeling just.. a tad cranky,” Steve walked over to the other wall and unzipped his pants.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m taking a leak. Look away,” Steve ordered. “Look away!”

“Can you redirect your stream, please?” He heard you call with disgust before a series of banging ensued. They listened as Robin scolded Erica before you all fell silent. He finished up, zipping his pants up again and turning around to continue to conversation before you poked your head through the hatch.

“We’ve got company,” You breathed to the boys, helping Erica up. You and Robin climbed up hastily before you all watched Russian guards open the door and carry off the boxes below you.

You pressed your finger to your lips, urging the children to keep still and quiet and Steve got a closer look through the elevator’s grate.

Only then did you realize that Erica had held into the green liquid. You didn’t dare react, not wanting to risk her saying or doing something that would give you away as the men below you cleared out the elevator.

Once the coast was clear, Steve grabbed the container from young girl, jumping down and shoving it between the door and the floor to keep it from shutting.

“Let’s go! Let’s go!”

You pushed the children out before crawling under it yourselves. Steve paused to look at the glass that began to crack before feeling you yank him out only two seconds before the door slammed shut, shattering the container.

The green liquid began to burn through the metal and concrete. You watched in awe at the acid continue to sizzle away before your brother spoke up.

“Holy mother of God.”

You all followed his gaze, seeing a hallway that seemed almost as long as the elevator shaft.

“Well.. Hope you guys are in good shape,” Steve sighed before patting Dustin’s chest and leading the way. “Lookin’ at you, roast beef.”

“… Why me?”

———

“I mean, you have to admit, as a feat of engineering alone, this is impressive,” Your brother said as you all walked through the hallway.

“What are you talking about? It’s a total fire hazard,” Steve argued. “There’s no stairs, there’s no exit, there’s just an elevator that drops you halfway to hell.”

“They’re Commies,” Erica scoffed. “You don’t pay people, they cut corners.”

“To be fair to our Russian comrades, I don’t think this tunnel was designed for walking,” Robin began. “Think about it, they developed the perfect system for transporting that cargo.”

“It all comes into the mall like any old delivery,” You continued.

“Then they load it up into those trucks, and nobody’s the wiser.”

“You think they built this whole mall just so they could transport that green poison?” Steve questioned.

“I very seriously doubt it’s something as boring as poison. It’s gotta be something much more valuable, like promethium or something,” Dustin responded.

“What the hell is promethium?”

“It’s what Victor Stone’s dad used to make Cyborg’s bionic and cybernetic components,” You chimed in.

“You’re all so nerdy, it makes me physically ill.”

“No, no, no. No, don’t lump me in with them. I’m not a nerdy, alright?” Steve corrected.

“Ah, I was wondering when King Steve makes an appearance,” You rolled your eyes.

“King Steve?”

“Yeah, that’s his popular, jock alter ego. The one that’s afraid of losing cool points to a ten-year-old child,” You told the girl.

“Not true. I’m just saying I don’t know jack shit about Prometheus.”

“Promethium,” You corrected. “Prometheus is a Greek mythological figure.”

“Must you always be such an insufferable smart ass?” He grumbled.

“Only when you’re being an intolerable dumb ass,” You scoffed.

“Children, please!” Dustin interjected. “Back to the main topic at hand. It’s probably being used to make something.”

“Or power something,” Robin nodded.

“Like a nuclear weapon.”

“Totally.”

“Walkin’ towards a nuclear weapon. That’s great,” Steve continued to whine. “That’d be great.”

“But if they’re building something, why here?” Robin asked. “I mean, Hawkins. Seriously. Of all places. At the very best, we’re a toilet stop on your way to Disneyland, but maybe that’s it. Maybe that’s our very..”

You and the boys’ steps stuttered to a stop. Steve looked over at you with wide eyes.

“You think the Russians know?” Dustin questioned.

“They could,” You whispered, feeling your heart sink further into your chest.

“So it’s connected?” Steve blinked.

“Maybe,” You looked up at the girls in thought as they continued to wander off without you.

“How?”

“I.. I don’t know but it’s..” Your gaze caught that of the boys’ again.

“Possible,” You all finished.

“I’m sorry, is there something you’d like to share with the class?” Robin called. You all looked at one another with unease before the walkie rang through with Russian code again. You all ran to Erica’s backpack as Robin grabbed the walkie.

“It’s the code,” You recognized.

“Wherever that broadcast is coming from-“

“It’s close,” You nodded.

“And if there’s one thing we know about that signal, it can reach the surface,” Robin smiled. “Let’s go.”

———

“Okay, clear,” Steve whispered, waving you to follow behind him as he led you out of hiding. You’d barely made it out of the Russians’ like of vision as they turned around the corner. You waited until they were out of sight before you began to move again. “Clear, come on. Let’s go.”

“Okay, that was close,” You swallowed.

“Too close.”

“Relax,” Steve brushed off. “Alright? Relax. Nobody saw…”

You all turned another corner to reveal about a dozen Russian soldiers and scientists walking around or talking with colleagues in a large, two story room. White coats, decorated military uniforms, red hazmat suits, guns, and papers all before your very eyes.

You all quickly scrambled behind the box beside you.

“Jesus.”

“Red Dawn,” Dustin breathed.

“I saw it!” Erica told Steve. “First floor, northwest.”

“Saw what?”

“The comms room.”

“You saw the comms room?”

“Correct!”

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“Positive. the door was open for a second, and I saw a bunch of lights and machines and shit in there.”

“That could be a hundred different things,” Dustin deadpanned.

“I’ll take those odds,” You told Steve. He looked at you and sighed, shaking his head at the situation before poking it back out to check out the environment.

“Alright,” He nodded. “We’re gonna move fast. We’re gonna stay low. Okay?”

“Okay.”

You all followed behind him, crouching down as you quickly moved behind objects until you eventually made your way to the outside of the comms room. You waited until someone walked out, catching the door before you all crowded in.

Just as you were about to celebrate, you turned and noticed a Russian soldier sitting in the middle of the room. His eyes were already on you. He took off his headset, standing to look at the five kids frozen in front of him. You stepped forward.

“Tread lightly,” You spoke the familiar Russian phrase, stopping him from reaching for his gun.

He asked a question, using words you’d never heard before.

“Silver cat,” You pointed at yourself and at the crowd behind you. “Silver cat.”

The guard shook his head and spoke again. He was just as nervous as you were.

“China?” You offered. He scoffed, reaching for his gun.

Steve erupted into screams before running and tackling the man into the large computer in front of him. The guard whipped him off, attempting to punch the boy and missing. Steve fought hard, pushing him back and getting back up when he himself was knocked backwards.

You grabbed a heavy, metal microphone as Steve elbowed the guard and sent him stumbling into you. You pushed him forward just enough to get enough room to swing your arm, punching the microphone hard into the his temple, sending him flying to the ground.

Steve breathed heavily, brushing his hair out of his eyes and looking at the unconscious man before his gaze landed on you. “What the hell was that?!”

“Wh- I just saved your life! What do you mean-“

“Like hell you did! I had him!” He frowned.

“Are you delusional?!” You scoffed

“You couldn’t just let him have this one, could you?” Dustin scoffed. “Don’t worry, Steve. You totally had him! You would’ve totally won had she not stole your thunder-“

“STOLE HIS THUNDER?!” Robin interjected. “He was totally about to get his second ass whooping of the night-“

“Thank you, Dustin!” Steve shouted over her.

“I- You- Oh, my God. Whatever,” You shushed the lot of them. “Fine, Steve. You won the fight. Can we please go back to trying to find a way out of here?”

Steve smirked with pride as Robin scoffed, walking up to the guard and stealing his keycard. “This is our ticket out of here. Follow me.”

At the top of the stairs, you were greeted by two doors with large windows, radiating a blue light. Once you got a closer look, you saw a room filled with scientists and made of walls of sturdy glass overlooking a larger room about the half the size of the school gymnasium.

Men with hazmat suits walked around, catering and tending to the machine in the middle of the room. This whole place was obviously meant to house that one machine.

The scientists placed the same green acid you’d found in the elevators into it, fueling the propellor and providing the machine with nuclear energy. The light it emitted was almost blinding as it aimed and slowly cut away at the large, orange, sealed gate in the wall, slowly tearing it open. The same gate Eleven had fought hard to close only six months prior.

A familiar shrill echoed through it.

You looked up at Steve. He stared back with widening, questioning eyes. You only nodded.

“The gate..”

Chapter 6 ->

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[evita-shelby]

Chapter 2

Thank you @zablife for this wonderful opportunity, it was great fun and i wish it was longer, but idk it just felt right

Word count: 1182

Tw: mentions of blood and a miscarriage

Good luck @moral-terpitude!

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His family never did know you.

He did and that had been all that mattered during those three years.

There were things you couldn’t speak about, and he understood that. His family never did and now they will never know.

He was Thomas fucking Shelby and you were the enigmatic Mrs. Shelby.

And yet, even becoming Mrs. Thomas Shelby hadn’t stopped your past coming to haunt you.

“He’s not going to stop chasing after you, sweet sister.” Your brother, Alfie, said as he helped you discreetly sell your stolen wares and become someone else.

“Good thing I’m great at hiding, big brother.” You said as you counted the bank notes and took a portion out and handed it to him. “Donate this to the Temple, and make sure the Rabbi knows when to shut his trap.”

Tommy would no doubt go look for you there. He used to tease you for believing in God, but then he started occasionally coming to synagogue with you. Said he was curious about your faith.

On instinct your hand goes to the necklace you wore, a golden Star of David he had bought for you on your first wedding anniversary.

You should take it off, remove any trace of him from you, but you cannot.

Despite it all, you love him.

Despite the lies you had said about your identity, everything with him had been real.

And it was because you loved him that you did this.

He doesn’t know your real birth name, never pried or even asked what haunted you in your nightmares or why you scream in Russian sometimes.

Thomas always accepted that mystery of your past far too easily.

Never even questioning how you came to fall on his lap or how you knew that place in New York.

Or how you knew Tatiana Petrovna and her family.

It irked at times especially when you wanted to tell him things, but now it would be what saved him from Section D.

It was their lives, or your happiness and you’d chosen the Shelbys over your happy marriage.

“Where are you going?” your brother asks.

“New York, big place easy to hide and my new identity does say I’ve been widowed recently, so no one will ask stupid questions in case your hypothesis proves correct.” You answer as you hide your money under the false bottom of your suitcase.

Tommy’s money would be in separate accounts until it’s safe for you to return it. It will trickle back in slowly without arousing suspicion.

As far as Section D knows, you ran out on your husband, robbed him blind with no intention to ever come back.

And you won’t come back, whatever you and your husband have is destroyed irreparably by this.

Their so-called mercy feels like a curse.

Reminds you of when they recruited you to do their dirty work in 1910.

Said that you’d get to retire once the war is over.

Said you could have a good life and never be bothered again.

They neglected to tell you that agents of the Crown do not get to enjoy their retirement.

Not when the Reds won and the Whites lost.

Not when you did not get the Romanovs out of their prison on time.

And now, because of these Russians ---Georgians, but who cares about correctness these days--- whom you offend by living and whom your husband fucked over, you are on the run.

You should have never let them make you into an agent for the Crown.

You had been young and stupid and had a knack for it. You had been good, so good that the Crown had sent you to Moscow with the only other five people capable of pulling it off.

None of you had failed before, and yet that mission had been doomed from the start.

And yet you were the only one to come back from that failed mission alive.

You managed to get Tatiana Petrovna and her aunt, but not any of the Romanov girls nor the sickly prince.

Later you came to find out that the Crown wanted all of you to die.

Just like the Russians set the dogs on your mother so they could relish as the hounds tore her apart in the snow.

And just like her you had outrun death and thrived in spite of it all.

You are too dangerous to live, or so Tatiana had crowed when she offered you the deal at the orgy.

Take the money and run as far as you can, I will take care of the rest, she had said with that sickening smile that haunted your nightmares.

You shouldn’t come here.

But you do.

Maybe it was because Alfie’s hypothesis had ended in disappointment and a bloody mess in your apartment floor.

Maybe it was because now that the money was back in the company, you were hoping he’d find you here.

You could never forget him, no one could. Not even the blonde twat you met at a party during your honeymoon.

She sent him letters, he burned them.

You wondered if he still did that now that he was free. Now that you weren’t there, and the Russians had forged a death certificate.

Cause of death: drowning.

You swear you can hear Tatiana laughing as she shows Tommy that you took your life exactly like his mother did.

There is no obituary, you have checked every newspaper you can get your hands on and that gives you hope.

A stupid hope that makes you sit here and wait for a man you know will never come.

It’s only been four months since you robbed the man you loved and his family who had accepted you secrets and all.

It has been exactly two months since you cried alone in a hospital bed wishing Thomas was there to tell you everything was going to be fine.

It has been four months since you decided to torture yourself by coming here. You even sit where the two of you sat that day and some nights afterwards you’ve gotten so drunk on your pain and alcohol that you can’t even make up a decent lie the next morning.

Today you decide to give up and mourn Tommy and the beautiful life you were going to have with him.

You would never have that now, even if a miracle happened and he did forgive you, nothing would ever be the same.

You could’ve told him, a voice in your head tells you.

You could’ve asked him to save you.

But you didn’t and you are being punished for it.

You should take off the necklace, you’d taken off the ring and hid it with all the things from your past life, but you could never take the damn necklace off.

This time you will do it, this time you will shut the door for good and never come back here.

And yet when your fingers touch the golden pendant Thomas gave you with so much love, you find that you cannot do it.

[russianfigureskatinghell]

Eteri is talking shit again....

I hope Sasha really did throw her skate at her head tbh (but she probably didn't, and she's just shit talking 🙄)

Also, please tell us who told them to leave you, we need to know who to stan 🙏

I'm not even gonna speak on what she said about Kamila

Also, I would get tired, too, if I was being emotionally and physically abused by my coach.....

[thesalemwitchtries]

Dreaming Of a Grave: Chapter Two

Word Count: 3,190

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Named! Fem! Enhanced! Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries sustained through physical assault (no implication of sexual assault at all, so maybe goons beat reader up in her apartment, but they weren't total pricks about it?), There is mention of a man being a creep towards young girls and physical violence against him because of it, the girls are fine, mention of distrust of police/government, Also I didn't change Mrs. Cardenas' existing dialogue, but for everything I created it's in Spanish, because the broken English being spoken when two other speakers are present and when she understands English just fine and then also being killed off for white male plot reasons... none of that sits right with me, so she speaks Spanish and Foggy is accommodated by Matt and Karen, as is perfectly common in an American setting I feel. I know that it was for an English speaking audience but still, subtitles or something. Also when they address her in Spanish they call her Sra, just because I've never spoke to someone in their native language and used an English title, it just was too weird for me to write it that way idk.

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Thank you so much for reading! Any comments or feedback are much appreciated!

Also I am not a native Spanish speaker, I've been studying it for a long time, but I've been practicing French and Arabic more lately, which sometimes are all jumbled together in the Non-English half of my brain, so if you see something wrong or funky, please let me know, I would rather be corrected than go around not knowing, especially since it's my favorite language.

Another person might have struggled to focus when faced with the amount of turmoil that Matt Murdock was currently against. Luckily, or perhaps unluckily for those who cared about him, Matt had been capable of excellent focus ever since he was young. Beyond being able to tune out any extra input or hone in on the important bits, when Matt cared about something, he could drive out everything except for his goal. 

His problems with Fisk, the Russians, keeping Claire safe, that could all wait until after work. For now, his attention was locked in on the nervous woman who’d walked into their offices, claiming to have been directed there by Brett’s mother. 

Karen helped to translate as Mrs. Cardenas spoke, given her soft voice and more gentle demeanor, Matt felt content to let her do the questioning while he listened in. According to Elena, two weeks ago men came to her apartment building and tore into the walls with sledgehammers, leaving many people without power or water. Their landlord refused to answer them or help, and when they went to the police, they were told that there was nothing to be done, it was an issue for the city to solve. 

A whole building of people and families, left completely on their own. They deserved to have hope that justice would be served on their behalf. Nelson and Murdock could give them that, though it may take a few months in the courts.

The case that Mrs. Cardenas had brought them was daunting, to say the very least. 

Armand Tully had a reputation as a predatory landlord. His properties were rent-controlled by the city, which was the only protection that tenants had against his greed. Buildings crumbled under his purview. Leaky pipes, faulty wires, and poor security all combined to leave only the most desperate candidates willing to build their lives in his apartments. 

Tully presided over another twist in the cycle of poverty, ensuring his tenants had to spend their own money on these repairs and legal fees, money that could’ve been saved to afford a better landlord.

Worse still, no one could fight Tully. He kept barely within municipal code, and allowed other suits to be tied up in civil courts for as long as possible before doing the right thing. Matt and Foggy had detested running into his cases when they were interning, it felt like a betrayal of their roots.

To Matt, Wilson Fisk was like a blackout rolling through Hell’s Kitchen. Even when Fisk wasn't the direct cause, the increasing spread of darkness through the city was emboldened by his mere presence. The worst sides of everyone around him were encouraged, their greed and cruelty nurtured to monstrous levels.

People feared the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen for the pain left in his wake, but he wasn’t the one inspiring lowlifes like Tully to start smashing in the walls of family homes. All for a quick buck and an investment opportunity. 

Elena’s voice wavered as she explained that the tenants had exhausted all of the options that they could. They were desperate, and it was a relief for Matt to know that at least he was still capable of making one right decision, it could even be easy.

Talking with Claire had him questioning if he really was doing more harm as the Devil than good, it certainly hadn’t been good enough to help protect her last night. However, if Matt hadn’t decided to leave Landman & Zack, he would be defending an asshole like Tully against a vulnerable woman like Mrs. Cardenas right about now. 

Maybe he wasn’t doing the right thing as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, in fact he was pretty sure that he wasn’t, but he couldn’t stop. The work had to be done, and if the city was going to paint people with sin, Matt would prefer it to paint him. If it did, then the people who deserved better could finally have better. Matt Murdock would be there in the daylight, always ready to listen out for the weak, to help them the way that God and his father wanted him to.

Karen walked around the table to offer Mrs. Cardenas a box of tissues. Meanwhile, Foggy was already moving on to next steps, thinking aloud about strategy; “This says Tully offered them 10,000 dollars to give up their rent control and vacate the premises. Maybe we can pressure him into giving a better payout.”

While that’d be the easiest solution, Matt knew before she spoke that Mrs. Cardenas wouldn’t go for it. He could hear her head and gold earrings shake in unison, and a whiff of aerosol hairspray accompanied the resolute motion.

“No, Señor Foggy. We do no want money. We want to stay in our homes,” she pleaded, barely holding back her tears while trying to get them to understand her position. Matt already understood, he wouldn’t want to leave his home either. 

Matt remembers when aliens tore a hole in the sky and started smashing Hell’s Kitchen apart— as if anyone could forget something like that. He’d been sheltered with Foggy in their broom closet of an office at Landman & Zack, desperately trying to understand what was happening, worrying about the Nelson’s, and dreading the possibility that he may die before passing the bar. Below the more urgent panic, as the trembling ground and ear-splitting attacks slowed into one of the worst headaches of his life, Matt worried about Hell’s Kitchen, his apartment, if there would be even a scrap of home left to return to. 

He had prayed for a long time that day. Just as he was about to reassure her, Mrs. Cardenas took a shaky breath and continued speaking. 

“Hay algo más. Los obreros, son solamente un ‘city issue’. Pero, uno de mis vecinos, Ms. Charlotte, ella fue… atacada por ellos.”

“They attacked her?” Karen gasped, pen almost falling from her grip. She and Foggy exchanged a frantic look, and Matt’s back straightened, posture growing as stiff as the curl of his frown.

“Pienso que si, pero no me digas lo que sucedió—”

“She thinks so, but her neighbor won’t tell her what happened,” Karen translated, stumbling over the words a little in her shock.

Mrs. Cardenas grabbed another tissue from the box that Karen had provided for her as she spoke, explaining that she thought that her neighbor had been hurt while standing up to the workers.

With Karen intermittently translating for Foggy, Elena explained that once, an older man had been following some of the building’s young girls home from school. Rumor has it that when Charlotte found out, she began walking home with them to keep them safe. One day the creep dared to say something inappropriate, and Charlotte maced him. She then allegedly stomped so hard on one of his hands that the story says she broke every finger. Allegedly.

He never returned, and she leads a pigtailed parade into the building almost every afternoon.

Elena figured maybe Charlotte had tried to stop the damages, having been one of the only younger adults there that day, working from home. Many of the working tenants were out, leaving only children, older residents, and few others. People had been scared, many of the children down Elena’s hall had gone to hide in her own apartment. Mrs. Cardenas also swore that she’d seen Charlotte injury-free just that morning before the workers arrived.

“La próxima día, la ví en el vestíbulo. Charlotte tuvo moretones en la garganta y las muñecas, y en el pómulo— la piel está rota.” Mrs. Cardenas spat out the list of injuries as if they stung, jerkily motioning to her own body as she spoke. Karen turned her mouth into the palm of her hand and closed her eyes, Foggy looking between her and the stone-faced Matt.

“What does that mean? Guys, what happened?” 

Foggy’s question was absorbed into the tense silence of the conference room. 

Matt pulled his hands from the table and tightly knotted them in his lap. It was good that his glasses shielded the old woman acrost him from the full force of his glare, Mrs. Cardenas wasn’t the intended recipient of his rage. No, it was someone else entirely that he’d be searching for that night. The Devil had heard its name being called, and wanted nothing more than to punish the kind of worm that would beat a young woman in her own space. His fingers twitched, knuckles turning even whiter from the force of his restraint.

“Seriously, what did she say?”

Sensing the lump in Karen’s throat, Matt took it upon himself to answer Foggy’s question as best he could through the gritted frown on his face. He translated what Charlotte looked like when Mrs. Cardenas saw her in the building lobby the next day, from the bruises on her neck and wrists, to the one on her cheekbone that came from a hit so hard that the skin had split open.

“Jesus, and they still claim that these were contractors? Maybe brutes for hire, but certainly not plumbers.” Foggy scoffed, shaking his discomfort off in the only way that he knew how. Unknowingly, he’d set the Devil to work inside of Matt’s head, achingly familiar with the work of hired goons. Maybe there was more at play here. Or, you could be obsessed and paranoid.

“Did she say anything about what happened? Give some story or excuse?” Foggy asked, leaning in across the table. Karen picked her pen up again, turned to a fresh page of the notepad and copied down the injuries that Elena had described. The gentle scratching filled Matt’s ears as he thought. He arranged a tentative plan of action, the rest of the day could be spent on gathering information, and once the sun had fully set, he’d let the Devil pick his favorite of all the violent thoughts running through his head.

 “Excuse? No, no. Ella no hablará con nadie sobre eso. Intenté muchas veces, y nada. Brett, el hijo de Bess, lo vistió, sin uniforme, sin placa. Pero ella, no… no budge.”

Shifting in her seat, Karen turned toward Foggy and Matt, head bowed towards the table as she spoke; “She won’t talk to anyone about it, Brett Mahoney visited without his badge and uniform, but she still wouldn’t explain.”

“Sra. Cardenas, por qué Charlotte no se ha ido a hacer una denuncia? No es ‘city issue’, eso es criminal, asalto con agresión.” Matt asked, wanting to know why an assault charge hadn’t been filed. Were there more cops on Fisk’s payroll then he’d thought? Maybe they’d dismissed the charges to cover up what had been done.

“Si, yo sé, y le dije. Nada.” Mrs. Cardenas spread her hands in defeat as she explained that even though she’d explained this to Charlotte, it had done nothing.

“Mrs. Cardenas, if those men hurt her, why won’t she file a report?” Foggy asked, brow furrowed as he tried to understand this neighbor. There were many reasons why victims of various crimes didn’t come forward, maybe if they could help to ease her fears, then they could move forward with charges. 

It would certainly make the civil case more valid if they were also filing criminal charges against the workers. 

“Pienso que está herida y tiene mucho miedo. Más por los funcionarios que los obreros. Ella fue tajante, no quiere hacer una denuncia, no quiere hacer nada sobre eso.”

This wasn’t good news for the civil case. Injured and scared, Charlotte wasn’t willing to file a report because she was more afraid of the officials than of the workers returning. She was firm about not doing anything. Matt wondered if someone had already convinced her not to step forward. Like that one scumbag had said, there’s gonna be another light in another window.

“Sra. Cardenas, vamos hacer todo que podamos. Foggy hablará con su abogado de la gentador esta tarde, y hablaré con tu vecina sobre sus opciones para ayuda. Estarámos en contacto.”

It was such a relief to hear that something would be done, to have a plan, and Elena sighed, reaching across to squeeze Matt’s hands, “Gracias, Senor Murdock. Muchas gracias.”

Karen led Mrs. Cardenas out of the office, and Matt explained to Foggy that he was going to be spending his afternoon speaking with Tully’s lawyers on behalf of the tenants.

“Tully’s lawyer?” Foggy asked, exiting the conference room hot on Matt’s heels, “Do you know who reps him?”

Matt grabbed his cane from the corner, not even attempting to hide his laugh before he turned back around, “Yeah, I know.”

“Landman and Zack!” Foggy insisted, arms gesturing at his sides in a way that agitated the air, the smell of anxiety wafting towards Matt. Apparently deciding that Matt didn’t quite get it, Foggy leaned forward, voice straining with hushed emphasis, “Landman and mother-freakin' Zack, man!”

Karen and her soft perfume breezed through the door behind him, having guided Mrs. Cardenas to the taxi waiting for her on the street below. 

“Ooh, sounds impressive.” She made her way to her desk with the notes and information from their meeting, “Are they looking to hire?”

“Oh, you wouldn't be happy.” Matt said, gesturing to Foggy with his cane, “We used to intern there.”

“Oh, right.” Karen bobbed forward over the desk, how could she have forgotten about the first thing that Foggy brought up whenever the cooling fall air came in through cracks in the windows, or when the lights flickered, or if Matt breathed too loudly. Karen had made the mistake one of her first mornings on the job of thinking out loud about how nice a bagel would be for breakfast. Matt had groaned from his open office, and before she could ask, Foggy was suddenly opining in the reception space about a place where there were all the free bagels that you could eat, every. single. morning.

Foggy flicked his hands around in annoyance, defeat and coating his dry words, “And they offered us a job, a great job. Which we turned down to go off and save the world. Now they hate us.”

Karen and Foggy shared a smile as he finished his speech, all of them knowing that he wouldn’t change a thing, even for free bagels. As much as he complained about their circumstances, Matt knew that he loved what they were doing, that Foggy wouldn’t have survived long in a place like Landman and Zack. 

Letting Foggy in was easy, it was impossible not to really, and staying friends with him was even easier because Matt saw that Foggy was one of those people that was effortlessly good. Unlike him with his devilish shadow, Foggy didn’t have to struggle to make the right choice. Greed and desire could tempt as much as they wanted, he wouldn’t cave, even if he pretended differently. When he knew something was wrong, Foggy Nelson would not do or endorse, and having him by his side always made Matt feel more at ease.

Already, he was moving away from sarcastic complaints, turning back to Matt so they could start working on a plan for how to approach this case. “We'll need to load for bear if we're gonna take them on.” 

“I'll hit the precinct to check for complaints against Tully.”

Foggy’s panicked objection was cut off by Karen calling out, “Is that before, or after you go talk to Elena’s neighbor like you said you would?”

He released the hand that he’d had on the doorknob, he’d been so close to leaving. Unfortunately Karen seemed to have her own radar for picking things up, and she wasn’t always keen on offering slack. Matt could sense, but was in no way fooled by the innocent tilt of her head. Beside him, Foggy’s eyes narrowed. Just one step and he’d have been out the door, no such luck.

“After,” Matt nodded, having to accept defeat, “Thanks, Karen.”

“No problem,” she chirped back, mirroring the sarcastic smile that he’d given her. Hands spread between the two, Foggy abandoned his professionalism in favor of once again being annoyed at Matt Murdock.

“Wait, wait, hold on. How is it that I’m going to Landman and Zack, while you go and talk with the damsel in distress?”

It’s not as if Matt could say that he was going to speak with the neighbor not just for the case, but also for an illegal extracurricular activity where he would be using his super senses to try and identify the assailants. Matt sighed, shifting on his feet. Half-truth it is.

“Well, from what Mrs. Cardenas described, it seems like the only way that Ms. Tanner would answer the door for a man in a suit is if he looked like he needed help. What was it that you call it again?”

Foggy threw his head back, groaning for a long moment before facing Matt again. Though his face spelled his disapproval, his eyes shone with the reminder of their first meeting and love for his friend.

“The ‘wounded duck’, you’re gonna wounded duck yourself.” Foggy said, one hand on his hip and head bobbing. His free hand leveled an accusatory finger at Matt. “I swear she better not be hot, because this is becoming cosmically unfair. You need a new phone for all of your girls, and now I’m going to play chum while you’re off being a hero.”

“Chum?” Matt laughed, hearing Karen tilt her head in confusion, before her hair rustled with a shake and she focused back on organizing the new files. There were maybe three whole files in the whole cabinet, but Matt could hear her moving them around repeatedly on slow days. So, almost every day.

“Yeah, chum!” Foggy burst out, leaning forward to hiss out a plea to Matt, “I can't go to L and Z alone. They're gonna shark attack me, Matt. Look at me, I'm delicious.”

“Well, take Karen.” Matt said through his chuckling, pointing over at the woman who had been trying to mind her own business.

“I-I mean, yeah, if she wants to.” Foggy stumbled and shrugged, taken completely unaware by Matt’s suggestion. His heart raced despite the way that he was trying to play it cool, and Matt fought off a smirk.

“Oh,” Karen straightened with her own surprise at the action, before tossing her hands up. “Sure. Never seen sharks feed up close before.”

Matt chuckled as they all prepared to leave the office, “Try not to splash too much. It attracts 'em.”

“You both are so funny.” Foggy huffed in mock despair as he turned to grab a coat. The two just laughed louder. “That piece of notebook paper on the door has my name on it first, you know. Which means that only one of you is allowed to mock me at a time.”

Already out in the hall, Matt called over his shoulder, “Of course, that’s why we were taking turns.”

“Oh wounded duck off, Matt!” Foggy cried, and the laughter of his friends followed Matt all the way down the stairs and out onto the street.

[elidoesntbreathwee]

It all started in a bathroom stall. Steve and Robin had been drugged by Russians, and were high off their minds, a little less now though.

"But Tammy Thompson's a girl..."

"Steve"

"Oh... Holy shit."

Robin, his best friend, his crush at one point, like girls. He knew that if he had been who he was in high school, he would have walked away from her forever, and thank fuck that he isn't. It finally, REALLY clicked for him; girls can like girls, and boys can like boys, and it isnt weird, or of the devil, or whatever people are saying.

Now he understood one of his kids more, and thats always a plus. Will probably would have never said anything explicitly to Steve. Will liked Steve, he thought he was cool, but Will could barely work up the guts to tell Dustin, Lucas and Mike (though Mike sort of always knew) But Steve also kind of knew, so he didn't make Will come out or anything, just pulled him aside and told him that he could be who he was, and that Steve wouldn't judge.

Then Steve thought. He thought back on high school, about the weird feeling he had about Tommy H. Steve thought he just loved him as a friend would. He was wrong about that feeling. He realized he didn't have the "close friends" feeling about Tommy H. after being taken to the police station after getting into one heck of a fight with Johnathan Byers. Yeah, so those close friend feelings weren't close friend feelings. "King Steve" had once had a *crush* on Tommy H. of all people.

This didnt make any sense to Steve.

"But i like girls, i always have. How could i have like Tommy H. in that way, and still like girls" he thought

He didn't know what to do, so he asked the closes one to him, his Platonic (with a capital P) other half, his best friend, who also happened to be a lot more knowledgeable about this topic. He asked Robin.

"Hey Rob, what if someone, let's call them, Mark. What if Mark had always like girls, but one day he realized he liked a guy. What would Mark do?"

"Well, I don't know "Mark", but i assume that he would panic a bit, then go to his best friend and tell her about it, and then she would say ' Well, Mark, you can be bisexual. That means you like girls AND boys' and then she would hug Mark"

Robin hugged Steve.

"Its ok", she started, "that you're still figuring out who you are, Steve. And im always here if 'Mark' has anymore questions"

They laughed and went back to whatever they were doing on that particular night.

Then the world needed saving again, and one Eddie Munson was a suspect for murder. Dustin knew Eddie, and knew that he would never do that, so Steve had to help Dustin (and Eddie) by 1) getting rid of Vecna (a.n. getting rid of the B, iykyk) and 2) clear Eddie's name

It did not go according to plan, of course. First Steve comes closer to death than he would like, (which is nowhere near it) then Death looks Eddie in the eyes, but Eddie, being himself, looked Death straight back and told him, 'No, fuck off'. At least they finished Vecna. (as far as they know)

But the biggest thing that didn't go according to plan was Steve's new big fat crush on Eddie-fucking-Munson. Of course, because Steve needs more drama in his life, so why doesn't Life through a crush on a drama queen like Eddie (a.n. get it, cuz he's a theater kid. idec if its cannon, its just flat out true) into his life.

The worst part of it is that now Stee knows what he's feeling and has to worry about if Eddie's straight or not, and knowing his luck, Eddie was about 99.99% likely to be straight. But Steve held on to that 00.01% chance that *maybe* Eddie liked guys. But Steve? Why would someone like Eddie Munson, goofball, metalhead, and 'dragon game narrator thing', like boring old, ex-king, Steve Harrington.

But Eddie keeps looking at him in a way, a way that makes Steve feel like he might have a decent chance with Eddie. He keeps pressing up to Steve. To be fair though, Eddie does that with everyone, y'know, getting up in their faces, leaning on people. But with other people, it's only for a few seconds, with Steve, though, he lingers, like he wants to be near Steve all the time. Steve wouldn't mind that though, not at all.

Guess who Steve tells first. If you guessed Eddie, then you're wrong. If you guessed Robin, then you win! He didn't really want advice, he just wanted to tell someone; to get it off his chest.

Robin listened, as a good friend does, and they moved on from it, Steve not wanting to linger on the subject.

Then, one evening, the whole gang had come over to Steve's for a movie night. They were 2 movies in, when Eddie left to go smoke outside. Robin encouraged Steve to go with him, even though Robin didn't like that Steve still occasionally smoked, she could let it rest for a bit in the name of love.

Outside, Eddie was leaning against the railing of the back porch. Steve walked up to the railing as well, silently.

"Nice sky. Pretty stars" Eddie said, in between puffs, breaking the silence

"Yeah, it is. You happen to have an extra?"

Eddie handed Steve a spare cigarette and handed him his lighter as well. The two smoked in silence for about 10 minutes.

"Didn't know you smoked, Steve"

"Surprised?"

"Yeah, i guess. I don't really know. I've been thinking, y'know. Before a few months ago, the only way i knew you was by how you were in high school. Dustin had told me you changed, and i guess i believed him, but I never knew how much you'd changed. I've said it before and i'll say it again, you're a good guy, Steve. Hell, you're a great guy, and i guess I'm still jealous of-"

"Of what?" Steve interpreted him. "Of my stupid hair? Of how i can't win a fight? Of my stupid fucking polo shirts? What's there to be jealous of?" Steve said the last sentence quietly, looking down at the ground below the porch.

"Steve..."

"Hm?" Steve said without looking up. He had already gotten through his whole cigarette and Eddie was just about done with his when he said:

"You know how much Dustin talks about you? The kid sees all the good in you, which, to be fair, is most of you. You're funny, and smart, and you may not win fights, but you sure as hell give it your all." Steve looked up at him, eyes tearing up.

Steve bit his lip to try and keep himself from crying, but it was no use, the tears had already started streaming down his face. Eddie ashed his cigarette and hugged Steve, giving him a shoulder to cry on. They swayed ever so slightly, which was comforting to Steve, even though he felt bad about crying in front of someone, much less in front of Eddie.

Steve cried for a few minutes, and when he had gotten most of his tears out, Eddie leaned back and wiped the tears off of Steve's face, cradling his cheek. Steve rested his forehead on Eddie's and before he knew it, Steve was kissing Eddie Munson.

When the two walked back into Steve's house, instead of going back to their original seats (Eddie next to Dustin on one couch and Steve next to Robin on the other) Steve and Eddie squeezed next to Robin (who was next to Nancy YIPPEE) and cuddled. Robin scooted closer to Nancy to give the two more room on the couch (and to be closer to Nancy) and Mike sat where Eddie had been sitting, and Will scooting closer to the couch Mike was on, but still sitting on the floor. Lucas, El and Max were already halfway asleep, so they didn't really realize anyone had moved, and Erica couldn't have cared less, because she had her ice cream and that was all that mattered.

And the rest if up to you and your imagination cuz i dont wanna keep writing :D Hope u liked :)

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2 Widows, 1 Witch & 1 Boring Avenger- Chapter 1

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Hello Hello everyone! It’s been a while but i’ve got a new series for you all! This is set directly after Black Widow but Civil War never happened so the Avengers are all one big happy family and Yelena stays with Natasha! Let me know how you like it and if you want to be apart of my tag list!

Word Count- 1714

Y/n POV

“We are coming into land should be about 5 minutes, make sure there is no medical there we shall go to medical later. Thank you Steve.” I say quietly into the comms link on our quintet, Nat and I took ourselves off on a mission to take down to the Red Room and we have come back with an extra passenger. 

I feel a warm hand come to rest on my shoulder before I see a battered and worn out Natasha come to sit in the co pilot seat next to me, I give my love a small smile before grasping her hand. I can see how much stress this impromto mission has caused her, knowing the high amount guilt she is feeling all because of the young blonde girl who is asleep behind us is coursing through her veins.

“I’ve told Steve to keep medical away until we decide to go, so we should have some quiet to settle Yelena in” I speak to my partner, she smiles softly at me but she still has a far away look in those enchanting eyes. 

“I left her there, I let you and Clint take me away but I didn’t come back for her. I left my little sister” Natasha’s voice cracks slightly as she speaks, a small tear escapes her making me gently reach up to wipe the tear away making her gently lean into my touch.

“It’s not your fault Nat, that place is pure evil and you couldn’t be certain that she was dead. You had a chance to rescue yourself and you took it, anyone would’ve done the same thing and that’s why Yelena doesn’t blame you. You saved her when it mattered in the end.” Natasha gently nods at my words, smiling at me with a grateful look on her face, she leans her head on my shoulder as I begin to descend on to the compound. 

I land with no problems and I turn off the engines before I follow Nat to wake Yelena, when Natasha gently shook her awake the blonde flinched massively and her green eyes franticly looks around the surroundings before she lands on myself and her sister. You can see her whole body un tense when she finally regains her bearings. 

“We’ve just arrived, come on follow Nat I’ve got your bag” I softly say earning a nod from the blonde, walking behind the pair with the bags slung across my body. Yelena tucking herself into Natasha’s side as we walk into the big compound, surprised to see no one waiting for us since we never told them to stay away. 

“Ok so here we are, this is mine and Nat’s room but you can stay in here until you feel comfortable enough to use your own room, I’m going to leave you two to it and sleep in another room. We will go to medical tomorrow after we all get some much needed sleep” I explain to Yelena as I see Natasha has already started to take off her dirty, blooded suit, I go to move out out of the door but I am stopped by a small voice with a thick Russian accent. 

“Stay, Talia can’t seem to move without groaning so I’d feel safer having someone else here too. Please stay” shocked I turn to look at a timid looking Yelena who is avoiding eye contact with me and an equally shocked Natasha with a hint of a smile on that face, I shake myself out of my shock as I put on a measuring smile walking towards to the bed and start undressing myself.

“God my bloody back is killing me, who’s idea was it to blow us up in the sky?” I ask teasingly towards my girlfriend, she shakes her head and punches me in the arm hard making Yelena snicker at us both.

“Get into bed L/n or so help me god” Natasha trails off as she glares at me, I throw my hands up in mock surrender before I get into the bed with Yelena stuffed in-between us. Friday turns the lights off and I pass out straight away, feeling safe for the first time in the past week now we are back home.

I am awoken by a sharp kick to my injured side making me let out a groan of discomfort, the kick intensives making my eyes snap open turning around to see Natasha trying to wake her sister from a rather distressing nightmare. 

“Please don’t hurt me, I’m sorry! I want Tasha!” Yelena pleads in her dream, I look at Nat to see tears filling her eyes as she looks helpless so I take charge and I pick up the blonde girl and I cradle her close to my chest.

“You are in the Avengers compound with myself and Nat, you are safe Yelena. Wake up and come back to us” I chant out loudly to the sobbing blonde in my arms, Yelena clings to my body as I rock her back and forth. 

Natasha has pulled herself together and is now sat next to me running her fingers through the blonde hair, not long after her sobs stop and Yelena’s eyes fly open. I feel Yelena tense once she notices that I am the one holding her so I gently pass her over to Natasha, who quickly pulls her to her chest pressing kisses to the forehead of her little sister.

“It’s ok sestra, you are safe with me now” Natasha coos out to Yelena as she rocks back and forth, I quietly leave the room and go to the kitchen to grab a glass of water for Yelena. As I begin to fill up a glass a small sound in the kitchen alerts me to a new presence, instantly smiling when I see the red glow in darkness. Wanda.

“Hey Wands, I was expecting you to meet us when we got off the jet” I say kindly to the strawberry blonde witch in front of me, she shrugs with a smile as she steps up to me. 

“Steve told us about what has happened, he said it would best for us to give you all space this evening” She softly says as she grabs her own glass of water, I raise my brow at her in jest.

“Since when do you listen to Steve witchy?” I tease her, Wanda like Yelena is a troubled 24 year old who has been through more shit than anyone should ever have to go through. I think that’s why myself and Natasha took her under our wing, why we became a small family inside this bigger family.

“Is she ok? I know how daunting it can be coming into a safe space after a world of shit” Wanda softly asks me, I smile sadly at her as I bring her in for a hug. That was one the big reasons why we all love Wanda, no matter how bad people have treated her she will always have such a giant heart.

“She’s ok, she’s got a lot to deal with but with us with her she’ll get through it. Just like you did sweetheart” she smiles softly at me when I say that and with a kiss to the crown of her head I bid farewell, taking the glass of water back into mine and Tasha’s room.

Yelena has stopped crying and instead is laid in Natasha’s arms taking deep breaths to calm down, I quietly walk over to the pair and I kneel down in front of the pair handing out the glass of water to the young blonde. With shaking hands she takes the glass and groans in relief as the cold water soothes her sore throat, Natasha gives me a thankful smile before returning her attention back to her sister.

“I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t mean to kick out at you.” Yelena softly whispers out into the room, I give her a soft smile before shaking my head. 

“No you have nothing to be sorry for, besides Nat here once broke my jaw during a nightmare. Isn’t that right babe?” I say to the redhead, who nods through a wince at the horrible memory. 

“Yeah she’s right, I was dreaming about a particularly bad day in the Red Room. She held me in her arms but I panicked, not noticing that it was her I lashed out and broke her jaw. Didn’t stop her from comforting me though, she refused to let go of me until she knew I was 100% out of my dream. She won’t let a little kick in the side piss her off Yel” Natasha tells her sister as she leans into my side, I press a kiss to the crown of her head and I cheer internally when I see a gentle smile fall upon the blonde’s face.

“See! You can break my jaw and I wouldn’t care… just please try not to do that” I joke happy to hear a small chuckle break out of Yelena and of course Natasha. 

I groan in pain slightly as I rise from my crouching position, my back is killing me from diving through the sky after Yelena. I had caught it on some flying debris and I’m pretty sure my back is still bleeding a bit from it, something that I had tried to cover from my girlfriend. At the sound of my groan Natasha quickly rolls up my shirt and letting out a soft tut as she sees the blooded bandage.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was still bleeding?” Natasha softly chastises me, I hear Yelena laugh slightly at the scene playing out in front of her but I could see the guilt in her eyes as she knew my injury came from saving her.

“Ahh it’s alright, just a scratch.” I say turning to look at my worried love, I give a look indicating to let it go for Yelena’s sake and thankfully she does just that. 

She leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips before moving back into bed with Yelena. I get into bed with them and with a kiss goodnight from Tasha we all fall back asleep, this time with no more rude awakenings.

[bobbybutterfly]

Alert! Alert! New art! Once again more of my quaint Russian houses. Better get used to them. There’s way more to come! I’m going to try something new to link the Pinterest post. Hope it works!

YASSS! SLAYYY! I did it! Now I don’t need to be racked with guilt! So what now… Do you want to see my sketches of Mulori and Scout Gosemdouchi?

I dressed her up in 1920’s flapper fashion. It’s inspired by this one video I got recommended after looking up stuff about modern Korean art. It was about Korean modern girls back in the early 20th century. There was this pretty much world trend of young women dressing up in “scandalous clothes” and partying it up. Goes well with my head cannon for Mulori being kind of a rebel. I had this idea for a while to write short stories from the point of view of deceased characters. It would be them moments before death having their whole lives flash before their eyes.

I like Mulori because there’s potential for an internal conflict with her. Her love for singing versus her “duty” to serve the nation. If I’m going to write this I better not spoil it all. But I would have her join the military seeking new opportunities she would never get as a poor farmer. Her gender playing a big role in the story. Her death would be also more tragic than heroic. Like. Someone had to stop those boats. But why did it have to be her specifically?

Now some Scout Gosemdouchi fanart! In my head cannon he’s a super chill pretty boy all the women have a crush on. The perfect soldier. Incredibly charming and kind. Always ready to sacrifice his life for his nation. Like Tomoe Nami in Madoka Magica. The tragedy with him is that he was just too good for this world.

As I told my dad when we were once on a walk, I write a lot about complicated father son relationships. I don’t know why. I think it’s something to do with all those Tom Hanks movies and interviews. In my head cannon Scout Gosemdouchi is the son of Commander Gosemdouchi. Thus the same name. Personally I think the cartoon’s just lazy when it comes to names but that’s why you got head cannons. To do the writer’s job for them. I think they both love each other. Commander Gosemdouchi might be a tyrant but he’s not abusive to his son. He might have some big expectations for his son. Please insert your asian parents joke.

The mom’s dead by the way. Don’t know what got her yet but she died when Gosemdouchi junior was still small.

The reason why Gosemdouchi junior is stone cold on his last mission is that he had an argument with his dad. The expectations were too much for him and they both ended up saying some cruel shit to each other.

I’ve got more ideas for these characters I won’t go into more because as I said. I want to save them for later. I would want the collection to have 3 stories. Mulori, Scout Gosemdouchi and Mulmangcho’s purple shirt brother. Is there a character you think I should write about? What do you think of my head cannons?

My Super Secret Project is something completely different if you were wondering.

Bobby out!