#team up misson

[shinysteph]

Obsessed with Aizawa saying this to Shinso and then just walking away. Poor Shinso doesn't even know who Eri is so he has ZERO context to this I'm crying

[eggs-can-draw]

Magical girl Makoto is the adorable cheerful poster boy of the group who would never hurt a fly and cries out of pity for their enemies sake

Super magical hope girl Makoto can think of at least 17 different ways to kill you with just the items on your person and is currently deciding which he should use for maximum cathartic relief.

low confidence emotional support vs your life ends 7 seconds from now

[lanabuckybarnes]

Might have re-watched Captain America: Winter Soldier again 🫣....and it's just something about the way he says "You're my misson." All I know is this gives off HUGE smutty vibes. I love your written so I just knew I had to ask you!

Ohh nonnie the way he growls it as well (panties soaked)

18+ MINORS DNI, DUB/NON CON THEMES AHEAD

His metal hand pressed against your throat, you should’ve passed out ages ago but he wasn’t squeezing enough to hurt. He was keeping you in place.

You don’t know how you ended up on Hydra’s watchlist. You were a regular person, a security expert who woke up at 6am every morning, showered and got ready for the long hours at the office.

Your boss had some new clientele. They were in the market for top-notch security and they’d chosen the company you worked for, and your boss had chosen you to be part of the team. You learned quickly that they were a very secretive group, you only ever met the messengers and even then they blanked every other word you spoke besides a polite hello.

It was one boring day, completely uneventful, the usual in your office. You were working on the can’t security side of the project when your screen went black, then a logo appeared—an octopus? Weird.

“Hey Jim come look at this” you notified your cubicle neighbour who peaked over the barrier. Just as he did mountains of files filtered onto your screen, many of them in Russian it looked like but one thing was for certain. You definitely shouldn’t have seen it.

That night after packing up and heading downstairs you noticed Jim still at the revolving doors.

“Hey, you alright?” You asked, he looked pale, if you were in an old house you were sure you would’ve mistook him for a ghost.

“T-the—“ he cleared his throat before his brown eyes bore into yours. They looked dead, it shook you to your core. “The logo, on your computer…I searched it up and…”

Your jaw dropped to the floor when you digested the content on his phone. Hydra. Your new clients were Hydra and you’d accidentally seen all their files.

—

You jumped from your dreamless sleep at the sound of your landline. Checking your clock lets you know it was well past midnight, who on earth would be calling at this time?

“H-hello?” You rasped, eyes shutting by the second.

The frantic voice spoke your name. It was Jim and by his tone, he was panicking.

“Jim? Jim, are you alright?” You pressed, holding the phone closer to your ear.

“T-they’re here, listen to me whatever you do, do not open your door. Find a weapon and hide…oh god…Do not op—“ BANG!!

You let out a shriek at the sound, Jim’s side turning eerily quiet. Then your door knocked.

Once.

Twice.

Your door was gone before it could be knocked for a third time. Kicked so hard it hit the opposite wall, you screamed, dropping the phone from your ear and falling to the ground like you were made of jelly.

Tears flowed freely down your face as the huge body stalked forth, his arm glistening under the dim light you kept on at all times. A mask sat upon his face obscuring his emotions from you but you were certain he was enjoying the torture he was putting you through.

His heavy boots stopped just in front of your knees, his metal hand grasped at your throat squeezing until your vision spotted, until you garbled pleas up at him. Only then did he pull you up, your toes pointing to reach the floor, you were trying desperately to relieve some of the pressure around your throat.

You should’ve died a long time ago, his brain screamed at him to fulfil his mission, put a bullet in your skull and be done. But the more he looked at you the more he wanted.

The spaghetti straps of your nightgown had slipped down off your shoulders, catching in the crooks of your elbows but not before giving him a delicious tease of your bust.

He wanted more.

He raised his flesh hand, hooking a long thick index finger into the material before ripping it from your body in one fell swoop. You yelled and struggled against his grasp but a harsh squeeze of your trachea had any fight dying quickly.

He let his knuckles trace the swell of your tits, pinching a nipple in between his fingers, smirking darkly under the mask as you squirmed.

You look cute all scared of him; wide-eyed and chest heaving, your tummy sucking in to get away from his hand as it trailed down to your cotton panties.

A dark chuckle escaped him as he felt along your gusset.

“You’re wet”

You shook your head, eyes darting anywhere but him, your thighs squeezing his hand and keeping it pressed firmly against your mound.

He ripped the panties from your body as well, running two fingers through your folds and bringing them up to your face. Absolutely soaked.

“Wet” he spoke matter-of-factly before pushing his hand back down there; fingers plucking your hard little clit effortlessly until you were crying out.

“W-why are you doing this” you moaned, head hitting off the wall with a bang as you sucked in air greedily.

“You’re my mission” he growled back, fingers stretching you out until your brain turned to mush.

He coaxed four orgasms out of you that night. His mask, thrown to the floor so he could kiss you sloppily before leaving.

He returned night after night, Hydra sending him to complete his task but he’d do the same again, play with you, eat you out until you were a writhing mess—all dumb and thinking of nothing but him.

You were his mission. For days, months, years. You were his.

—

I pulled this outta my ass but I hope it was up to your standard nonnie 🤭🤭

Also thank you so much, it’s nice to know some people enjoy reading the poo I write.

Likes, Reblogs and Asks are always appreciated ❤️❤️

[wintersoldiersoul]

Reader gets injured on a Misson and hides it from bucky and the whole team

Reader goes to clean up and realises its worse than they thought and buck finds them bleeding out and passed out on floor and he picks up reader and runs to medbay with them and gets Helens help and once reader is fixed up, buck holds readers hand and waits for them to wake up and once you wake up he says "thought I ld lost you there doll, gave me a fright" and you grin at him and say "not that easy buck" and he kisses you

Aww i love this idea so much!! I hope you enjoy!!

TW: Blood, injury

The knife connected with your stomach before you even realized it was coming towards you. They were so swift with it, slicing into your skin quickly without you even having a second to realize what was going on. All you noticed was the blinding pain.

You looked over at the rest of the team, each of them engaged in their own battle. It’s fine, you told yourself. It’s just a little pain, it's nothing serious. 

A trail of your blood was left as you continued the fight. If your uniform wasn’t black, it would have been stained crimson. You pushed through the rest of the mission, wincing each time you moved. But you couldn’t stop, not when this was a mission that required the whole team to win. You fought through the pain and dizziness that accompanied the blood loss, lying to yourself that the bleeding would stop and that the blade didn’t go that deep.

You were exhausted by the end of it, just wanting to close your eyes for a long time. You couldn’t wait to get home and be in bed with Bucky’s arms wrapped around you.

“Y/N, what the hell happened?” Bucky asked you with wide eyes, seeing the cut when you were back on the jet. The knife had sliced through your suit and his laser sharp focus when it came to you had him honing in on the cut.

“Just a small cut,” you shrugged. “I’m fine, don’t worry.”

He reached his hand under your chin, tilting your head to look up at him. “You promise?”

“I promise.” You kissed him softly. Normally, he’d press and insist on taking a look and making sure you were okay. But the amount of blood was still hidden and coming back from a mission with a couple of scrapes and bruises was expected. 

You rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. “You tired, baby?”

“Exhausted. That really took a lot out of me.” You knew the reason why. You were still losing a lot of blood. But you couldn’t worry Bucky. This mission had been stressful enough for him, having to face HYDRA head on. He had played it cool but you knew your boyfriend well enough to know when he was a nervous wreck. You had seen the immediate relief in his body the second you all stepped back on the jet safely.

“Rest, darlin’. I’ll wake you when we’re home.”

So you did just that. You closed your eyes, trying to ignore spins that happened as you fell asleep. Bucky gently woke you up a few hours later when you were back at the compound. You discreetly touched your stomach, finding that your wound was still bleeding, but seemingly less than before.

“Want me to carry you, honey?” Bucky asked. You nodded, eyes still full of sleep and he picked you up in his strong arms.

“Alright everyone, take 30. Decompress. Shower. Eat. Then we’ll meet to debrief, okay?” Steve instructed the team. You all dispersed, desiring the feeling of cleanliness and comfort. Bucky headed to the kitchen to make some food for you while you went to shower and take care of your wound. Though the bleeding had slowed, there was still an intense throbbing pain radiating throughout your whole body.

When you got to the bathroom and peeled off your suit, your eyes widened at the cut in its full form. It was definitely more than a scratch. The knife had broken your skin, stabbing you more than just cutting you.

“Shit,” you mumbled to yourself. Your arm was covered in blood and you carefully took a paper towel with warm water to clean it. As you wiped away the dried blood that had clotted, fresh waves of crimson began to pour. You cursed as you applied pressure, trying to stop the bleeding. But the red seeped through quickly and continued to do so as you changed out towel after towel. 

Your vision grew blurry quickly as your blood dripped onto the floor. Your injury was bad, you couldn't deny it anymore. Even though you were in an intense amount of pain, the adrenaline from the mission must have sent your body into shock. There was no other reason that you were still even able to move on the field. You gripped the wall for support but it was useless. Your body fell to the floor and you lay unconscious.

After 30 minutes, everyone was gathered in the living room. Well, everyone except for you. 

“Where the hell is she?” Steve said, annoyed at your lateness.

“I’ll go get her,” Bucky said, moving in the direction of your shared room. He walked through the bedroom and approached the bathroom door. It was locked. “Y/N?” he called. “Baby, are you in there?” His heart rate increased as he called out and got no response. This wasn’t like you. Something was wrong.

He banged his metal arm against the door forcefully until it opened. That’s when he saw you, passed out on the floor, blood from the stab wound still pouring. “Oh my god,” he gasped running over to you. “HELP! SOMEONE HELP!” He screamed out. There was a stampede of footsteps as the rest of the team sprinted into your room.

Bucky held your body closely, crying and rocking you in his arms hoping that you would wake up.

“We need to get her to the medbay, right now,” Natasha said. “Cho can help her, okay?” She said calmly, trying to prevent Bucky from panicking more than he already was. 

Bucky picked up your body, hating the way that you were deadweight in his arms. You had to be okay. What would he do if he lost you? He couldn’t do this alone.

Down in the medbay, Dr. Cho immediately got you into surgery. You needed a lot of stitches to close the wound.

“She lost a lot of blood,” she told Bucky once you were stabilized. The wound punctured her intestine. I was able to close it and stabilize her but it was touch and go for a little bit.”

He ran his hands through his hair, taking a deep breath. You were stable now, that was good. But he had almost lost you. You almost died. His Y/N, the love of his life, had almost died. 

“Can I see her?” He asked, sniffling through tears.

Dr. Cho nodded. “She’s still unconscious. But yes. You can sit with her.” He followed her to where you were laying and sat beside you. He took your hand in his, kissing it over and over again. You looked so pale. So fragile. “Y/N,” he whispered, brushing strands of your hair out of your face. “Oh, baby.” He broke down as he sat beside you. He needed you to wake up and look into your eyes and hear your voice. He missed you so much and yet you were right in front of him. 

He didn’t leave your side. 4 hours later, he was still sitting and crying right next to you, his hand in yours. Suddenly, he felt it. A small squeeze. “Baby?”

You groaned and slowly opened your eyes, blinking to adjust to the light. “B-Buck?” Your voice was raspy. You looked at him and saw the wet streaks on his face and his red rimmed eyes. 

“Oh, my angel, I’m here, I’m here. You’re okay. I’m here.” He stroked your hair gently, afraid to hurt you if he touched you too hard. “I-I thought I lost you,” his voice broke as fresh tears fell from his eyes. “I thought I lost you, Doll,” he repeated.

“Hey,” you squeezed his hand a little tighter. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily, Buck.”

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Secretly Shot

Pairings: Wandanat x R || avengers (platonic) x R

Word count: 2K

TW: Injury, getting shot, hiding injuries, angst (with happy ending), arguments (with wanda and nat and you), mean avengers (cuz they’re annoyed), hate, fainting (kinda), blame,

Summary: you and the team are at odds, what happens when you go on a misson without them and get hurt?

A/n Kinda more angst than I normally do but it was fun to write. Hope you like it :)

It wasn’t uncommon for little squabbles between the three of you but this time it was different. wanda, Natasha and you had been arguing at the top of your lungs. and no matter how much you loved them and you knew they loved you you worried they would leave you for being difficult and needy. you know they were stressed but it didn’t make you feel any better.

“y/n I’m so sick of you always mess things up. you never do anything right. always causing problems.” nat yelled and wanda piled on the sentiment.

“y/n if you cant just stay out of trouble for once i-i. argh. just stop making issues we always have to clean up after.” wanda said angrily. you knew they were just stressed but it still hurt. the last mission had ended when you made a mistake and weeks of prep had been for nothing. the team was angry with you but none had yelled at you. but you knew wanda and nat had spent many sleepless nights on recon missions for this and you had blown it.

after the two of them stormed out you angrily packed a bag and retreated back to your old room. angrily wiping away tears jarvis summoned you to the conference room.

after a tense ride in the lift with clint who wouldn’t look at you, you slunk into the conference room. fury had a mission for you. you tried not to cry. all you wanted was for your girls to hold you but you knew that wouldn’t happen any time soon. what you didn’t know was that they already felt horrible and were trying to find you.

“when do i leave?” you asked fury who gave you a sympathetic look he knew the team was blaming you.

“right away. but i get it if you want to say goodby-“

“No. I’m ready.” you said.

“ok jet leaves in five.” he said dismissing you. you slunk back to your room took your suit and made your way to the jet not bothering to say goodbye to anyone. if they wanted to know where you were they could ask jarvis. about three hours later the jet touched down in Moscow.

wanda and nat were beside themselves with worry. Jarvis had told them you had left on a mission and they were wreaked. you never left without saying goodbye to them. they knew how dangerous your line of work was so they always made sure to have proper goodbyes. but what worried them most was you going on a mission when the last time they saw you you had looked like a kicked puppy. they wished they could take it all back but no matter how forgiving you may be this was something they knew would take time.

the mission had been going well. you had almost made it the whole way uneducated. it was a solo mission, no backup so you had to be stealthy. but as you slipped through the long hallways of hydra you rounded a corner to find a large group of guards. one spotted you and you dove to hide behind the corner again but one managed to shoot you. the bullet hit your shoulder and you let out a strangled cry. grateful it hasn’t hit you in the leg you took off. making it back to the jet you quickly took off. the mission had been successful but you worried how the team would react to you messing up another mission. you couldn’t loose this job. you wanted to be an avenger. you always had. if you lost this job you lost everything.

after setting the jet on autopilot, you began to strip off the top half of your suit until you sat there with it down by your waist and in a sports bra. carefully you did you best to clean and bandage the wound and you silently thanked bruce for the mini first aid course he had given you when you joined. it was hard because you couldn’t see it properly but you hoped it was clean. the bullet had gone through and from what you could tell as you stitched it up it hadn’t hit anything important.

After you finished wrapping the bandage around your shoulder you went back to the cockpit after cleaning up all traces of your injury and had put away the first aid kit just as it had been before.

after dozing lightly in the cockpit jarvis alerted you that you were getting close to the compound. you switched off autopilot and landed the jet lightly.

wanda and nat heard jarvis alert them you had arrived back and they caught you in the hall by the med bay on their way to find you.

“y/n? are you hurt? did you see bruce?” nat said narrowing her eyes. truth be told you hadn’t, the team couldn’t know you messed up again. you could deal with it yourself. their eyes landed on your bloodied suit. you had stolen some supplies from the med bay and they were hidden in your bag.

“this bloods not mine.” you lied with anger still in your voice. “now i need to get back to write my mission report so if you don’t mind, get out of my way.” you growled still mad they had made you feel so awful earlier. wanda flinched slightly at your tone and nat’s glare returned. you pushed past them, hiding a wince as you jostled your shoulder slightly. the two girls let you go and you almost cried at how easily they had, you almost wanted them to fight you on it. but at least they would honour your wishes.

you set the bag down the the bed and opened your laptop to start the report. typing hurt your shoulder so you began to write it with your right hand only. it took almost double as long and so halfway you decided to take a shower. as you stood the world tilted and you balanced yourself against the wall. hobbling slowly to the shower you stripped and showered trying to keep the wound dry. after you threw away the blood-soaked bandages and rewrapped it carefully. it was better this time as you had a mirror but unfortunately you could see how poor the stitches were and how red and angry the wound looked. you winced as you finished dressing it. you knew you needed to see bruce, to get it treated properly but you couldn’t see anymore disappointment on the faces of your team without crying. you changed into comfy loose clothes and Wanda’s hoodie before curling up in bed again with your laptop to finish the report. you knew you had to write about the injury so you gave the basic details. although as you finished up your eyes drooped. they were heavy and you struggled to stay away. in the low light you drifted off seeing it as nothing but being tired.

it was a mere few minutes later that a knock came on the door. At the lack of response wanda hesitated before opening the door. her and nat peered in to the dimly lit room. they saw a lump in the bed and slowly came in not turning on the light. wanda carefully took the laptop from your knees and nat nudged your shoulder to wake you up. when you didn’t stir she removed her hand. it felt wet and sticky and as she looked at it her heart stuttered. it was covered in blood. looking back at your shoulder she saw a dark patch covering your left side as blood seeped out of the wound.

“wanda bring the laptop and come with me.” nat said scooping you up. wanda looked up at the urgency in her girlfriends voice and immediately gasped as she saw your bloody shoulder.

“dammit y/n/n.” she said stifling tears. the two of them rushed to the med bay with you in Nat’s arms.

when they arrived wanda began skimming your report to give the information to bruce to treat you better. her breath caught in her throat as she released you and been shot. she couldn’t help the tears that fell when she realised you felt you couldn’t tell them.

“whats going on?” bruce said.

“y/n/n was shot on her mission.” wanda said and bruce and Natasha took off your clothes leaving you in the fluffy pants and a sports bra. bruce winced at the sight of the bloodied bandages knowing he didn’t do them. carefully he cut them off and gasped at the sight of the poorly done stitches. no wonder you had passed out, the stitches had barely stopped the bleeding and you were loosing too much blood. carefully and with wanda and nat watching on he cut the stitches, checked the wound and redid them in much neater rows. after about seven stitches he tied off the last one and rewrapped the wound. he fiddled with an iv as he began to give you some more blood to replace what you had lost. wanda and nat watched with bated breath. they felt awful. this was all their fault.

they sat in silence by your bedside as bruce went back to his office to give them some privacy. after a few minutes they heard you groan and they both sat up straighter almost in unison.

“y/n/n?” wanda said stroking the hair from your face. nat held you hand as you groaned again.

“aww bubs your ok.” nat said

“your in the sick bay baby you passed out.” wanda cooed.

“why didn’t you tell us you were hurt.” nat said frowning slightly.

“didn’t want you to be disappointed again.” you mumbled still on a-lot of pain meds.

wanda’s heart broke audibly as nat somehow felt worse.

“no detka you could never disappoint us. never ever.” wanda said.

“but i messed up.” you mumbled eyes glossy with tears.

“baby we will love you no matter what.” nat said using her thumb to rub circles over your knuckles. wanda was quick to wipe away the tears that fell down your cheeks as your chest shook.

“honey we are so sorry and you hope you can forgive us. you didn’t need that stress right now we just need to focus on getting you better sweets.” wanda cooed.

“i already have.” you muttered and nat gave a sad smile. they knew you had a kind heart, you had forgiven them almost straight away but that didn’t make the two girls feel less guilty about their actions.

“sleep now bubs, we’re not going anywhere.” nat said and you shuffled over with a wince indicating you wanted cuddled with sleepy grabby hands.

wanda chuckled “I’m not sure we’ll all fit baby.” and at your pout wanda knew she couldn’t say no. careful of your IV she picked you up and laid you on-top of her as nat came and laid beside wanda as she threw an arm over your lower back. wanda’s hands came to your hair to give you a scalp massage as you rested you head into the side of her neck. you hummed softly and drifted off the sleep knowing you were safe in the arms of your girls.

MASTERLIST

[snaillamp]

"You won't need an enemy to knock you out if you keep like this."

If you're still up to :D And so sorry that this doesn't fit with your ocs.

~Squishy

Ayye Squishy!!! Dont worry about it not being my ocs, this is a perfect excuse for leader whump which ive been wanting to do for a while :D

five second fic

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Dead Man Walking

Leader watched the document in front of them blur and sighed. They rubbed their eyes, trying to rid them of the double vision, their head spinning, and body heavy. Their team had been assigned a difficult mission, and they had to make sure everything was ready.

They were so tired, but still had so much to do... But they needed sleep.

They eased out of their chair with a soft grunt, yawning as the world swayed slightly, shuffling to their room. They stiffly pulled off their clothes, getting into their soft pajamas and lying down in their cold, but soft bed.

They instantly felt the aching in their bones ease, their muscles relaxing as they began to shut their eyes, only for a loud, grating alarm to snap them out of their dozing.

With a closed fist, the hit the button to make it shut up, hearing their team begin their morning. Leader groaned as the sat back up, getting to their feet and going out to join them. They could have a nap later.

As they walked into the kitchen, they heard Second in Command say something.

"Hmm?" Leader responded, looking around with bleary eyes.

"I said good morning." Second chuckled. "You look like you slept well."

Leader shrugged, making themself a large coffee, and sitting down at the table. They felt like death warmed up.

"Hey so, what's on the books for today? I know you have that meeting today too. Maybe I should take the others on a drill exercise or something while you do that?"

"Yeah, do whatever you want." Leader mumbled into their coffee, sitting up straighter to avoid their head colliding with the table.

Second narrowed their eyes, looking at Leader.

"Leader..." They whispered, so that no one else could hear. "You okay? You look like shit."

"Just haven't slept much this week... Preparing for the mission." Leader mumbled back, taking another sip of their coffee.

"How much have you slept?" They asked.

"Uhhhh....." Leader frowned as they thought, their brain slow.

"7 hours..."

Second grimaced. "Leader, 7 hours a night isn't enough, especially with the mission coming up."

"No, I mean this week. I've slept for 7 hours."

"You're telling me you've slept an hour a night every night this week?" Second said a little louder, causing everyone to look at Leader.

"It's fine. I was going to catch up on sleep today." Leader lied.

Second nodded, playing along to cover for their friend.

Leader got up, finishing their coffee and stalking away, to their office. Second followed them, watching them sit at their desk and sigh.

Leader stared at the words, but they didn't even make sense anymore. They could barely read the words, let alone make sense of what they were trying to say.

"Leader. You need to rest."

"No, I have too much to do. Don't worry about me, Second, I've managed on less sleep than this."

"I know you were up all last night. You didn't sleep at all." Second accused them. "I heard you walk to your room."

Leader grimaced, their room was next to Second's, and the only one on that end of the compound. of course Second would've known it was them.

"Go to bed for a few days. Rest, I'll handle this, its what I'm here for."

Leader shook their head. "I can't force you to take on this workload. The High Command has been giving me so much to prepare for before the misson and I'm already behind."

"So, tell them you're sick, and let me help you. Please, Leader."

"I'm fine." Leader said firmly. They glanced at their watch. "I have a meeting to get to."

Second watched hopelessly as Leader wandered off towards the front door, disappearing.

~~

"Leader." Everyone greeted the tired looking Leader. They had neatened themself up in the bathroom before they went into the meeting, and at least looked presentable, even if the shadows under their eyes were practically getting their own shadows.

Leader zoned out for most of the meeting, it was a pointless one anyway, talking about meeting quotas and making thing cheaper. Leader nodded along to the pointless graphs and data points, before they got up to leave.

The world swayed, and everything went blurry as they sat back down in the seat. Getting up again, Leader steeled themself, setting their jaw and just focusing on putting one foot in front of the other. They felt like a zombie.

They were almost home when their legs almost dropped out from under them, only for a strong arm to catch them as they fell.

"Idiot." Second grunted, heaving Leader's almost unconscious body up, and steadying them. "I was thinking," They began as they practically dragged Leader towards home. "We should take you on a training mission, get an enemy to knock you out so you get some sleep."

They jostled Leader, who had began slipping from Second's grip, grunting as they hauled Leader's arm over their shoulders.

"You won't need an enemy to knock you out if you keep going like this."

Leader smirked slightly. "You always have creative ideas." They mumbled, as Second got them inside.

The next thing they knew, they were waking up, snuggled in their bed with Medic standing over them, not looking impressed.

"Hey Leader." They started softly. "How you feeling?"

Leader's body felt drained, and heavy, like their bones were made of lead. They couldn't muster the energy to reply.

"Figures, you've been asleep for two days."

Leader's eyes widened, as they tried to sit up. They had so much to catch up on.

"No, stay down. You need sleep, we're handling everything else. Second says all your work is good, and that they'll just finish up the filler paper work while you rest."

Leader lay back, half relieved that they didn't have to move.

"Get some rest, the mission is coming up and we need you at your best."

Leader nodded, their eyes already sliding shut again.

It felt amazing.

[lewkwoodnco]

Hii I want to request Anthony Lockwood!fem reader, with the song I Can See You, where they are rivals kinda like him and Quill, and she hates him because his annoying, and he just likes to flirt with her to annoy her. And they get put on a case together by DEPRAC, and I don't know you could make some scene like from Lockwood&Co season 1, where he and Lucy where discovered by the relic man and his wife, I don't remember their name, but like something similar, where he is willing to do anything just so they don't hurt her. Also, could you put a dagger to the throat scene in somewhere, where the reader is holding a dagger to his throat, but all he can think about is kissing her. Obviously, you can make the plot so it suits the song. I hope you could write this as long as possible because I love long fics, and your Lockwood fics are just amazing!!

I Can See You - Lockwood x Reader

A/N: Had a bit of writers' block with this for a while, but I think it's one of my favourite works yet. TW slight suicidal and death mentions, spoilers for the ending of the second book in the series. 5.9k, enjoy!

Lucy Carlyle was currently looking back and forth between Lockwood and the leader of one of the teams from Fittes. Both of them were just staring intensely at each other in silence, expressions inscrutable. The Fittes agents watched their leader apprehensively while George was practically beside himself with glee.

"George, who's that?"

"Y/N L/N. Lockwood's had a bit of a thing for her for a while."

"Bit of a thing...?"

"They hardly agree on anything. Makes for some very entertaining cases, if dangerous. I've put money on her setting his coat on fire within five hours."

Lucy opened her mouth to ask more questions, but George shushed her impatiently.

"Look what the cat dragged in."

"Nice to see you too, Y/N.”

“Can't say I return the sentiment, Andrew.”

“Charming as ever, I see."

Barnes had sent them a letter a few hours ago, requesting their immediate assistance on yet another DEPRAC misson. That was nothing new, and neither was them being partnered up with a team from either Fittes or Rotwell. But a boyish glow had washed over Anthony as he skimmed the letter; he looked pleased enough to start humming. George didn't have as intense of a reaction, but his eyebrows had disappeared into his hair and he hadn't wasted time dawdling like he usually did. And now this stand-off. Strange.

“At least the papers get my name right.”

“I’d rather your lips get my name right."

"Oh, fuck off."

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

There was a small kerfuffle as her teammates lunged to hold her back as she tried to launch herself at Lockwood.

"I take it back. Fuck you Lockwood, you and your agency can go to hell. Oh, hi George. Did you get my biscuits?"

"They were lovely. This is Lucy, by the way. New recruit."

"Hi Lucy. I like your boots."

"Thanks. I like your belt."

"Really? I got it for a really sweet deal."

"Well, while we're exchanging compliments," Lockwood began all too innocently, unperturbed by her glare, "I really like your jumper, Y/N."

A curious silence followed as she stared at Lockwood, trying to figure him out. Next to Lucy, George inhaled sharply as realisation struck. "Now that I think of it, might be best to lower it to three hours."

She finally broke the silence, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of falling for his only seemingly innocuous bait. "Right, well, I don't care. I hate it, in fact."

"Really?" He had the gall to raise his eyebrows as if genuinely surprised. "Hmm. I suppose you're right. It would look better on my bedroom floor."

She was too flustered to come up with any clever sort of response, only this choking sound that was a cross between a scoff and an expression of disgust. It was only because it was completely uncalled for, she reassured herself. Why would she want to know anything about his bedroom, floor or otherwise? She suddenly became aware of the murmurs running through her team and she rallied her senses as best she could.

"In your dreams, Lockwood."

"Ass-kisser."

"Rule-breaker."

"Goody-two-shoes."

"We're starting!" Barnes hurried in, so she had to settle for giving Lockwood a very dirty look. "Well, not much to it this time. We're missing source, a pair of opera glasses, recovered only a few hours ago."

Barnes holds out a file and Lockwood and her both lunge for it, but she's just a fraction quicker. Feeling unusually smug, she takes her time smelling the paper, flicking the page, glancing at the ghost of the competitive smile on Lockwood's lips.

"...we think it's more likely that they're still inside the house they were found in, but it's always possible that they've already been stolen-"

"Wait, a poltergeist?" She was holding the file open to the second page. "Inspector Barnes, you can't be serious!"

"You'll manage. Reports don't point to it being particularly vicious, and visiting the house is more of formality. We don't expect the source to still be there, buy we didn't check for hidden walls or flooring." One of Barnes' assistants leaned forward to whisper in his ear, and he nodded. "I have to go. Find the source."

With that, Barnes left, and the two teams stepped forward to absorb the space he left, Lockwood and her facing each other directly.

"Well then, to the house we go."

"Are you crazy? With a poltergeist? That's a suicide mission."

"But isn't that what Inspector Barnes said?"

"I don't know what kind of agency Lockwood & Co. is, but at Fittes we address our superiors with respect."

"If the source is at the house, we won't have to deal with Winkman. Case closed."

"My team would rather deal with Winkman than a poltergeist. Case open."

"No, your team wouldn't think that if they had actually dealt with Winkman before, like we have. Case closed."

"But-"

"Look, you do not want to deal with Winkman. Trust me on this."

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The air in the house was stale, and the creaky floorboards made her jump while the wind howling through some draft kept her on edge. In short, the worst kind of house to deal with a poltergeist. The corridors were so narrow, shrouded in darkness except for light from the ghost lamps filtering through the cracks in the ceiling, and everything smelt like death. They were walking in a single file, Lockwood and her at the end, just to make sure no one got left behind. Of course, that also meant that she had no respite from his incessant chatter, his warm breath tickling the nape of her neck.

"Would you quit it? I'm trying to Listen."

"We'll be fine. I happen to have the-"

"The best Listener in the country, yes, so you've mentioned. A few billion times."

"Aw, cheer up. I'm sure you're not half bad either."

"I'm perfectly cheerful, thank you very much."

"Then I wonder what you're like when you're actually all wound up."

That was her breaking point. She needed to assert herself if she had any hope of being even remotely civil towards Lockwood on what was beginning to look like a very long case. She spun around, pulling out her dagger and pushing the flat of the blade against Lockwood's neck while the rest of the party continued on, oblivious.

"Still no rapier? Y/N, you're going to get yourself killed. That butter knife of a weapon isn't going to do anything to a ghost."

"Listen, Anthony, I'm here to do a job, not entertain your charades, and I'd like to do so with as little casualties as possible. But if you don't stop, I think I can make an exception for you. Stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours. Are we clear?"

She revelled in his stunned expression, mouth ever-so-slightly agape, finally receiving his full attention. But as the glow of her satisfaction faded, she felt a lump growing uncomfortably in her throat, suddenly aware of the simmering hunger in his gaze, completely unable to tear her eyes away. Maybe it was a trick of the light, but she could have sworn he ever so slightly licked his lips, and unbidden images of what they could, or would, do if they were alone flashed in her mind's eye. She felt rather than imagined his mouth pressed unyieldingly against hers, his hair in her fingers, their bodies pressed impossibly close to each other.

She inhaled sharply, blinking, unknowingly withdrawing within herself, her dagger resting on his collarbone rather than his throat. Lockwood's expression was back to normal, insufferable and aggravating as always, but there was a slightly less arrogant tilt to his head now.

"If you wanted me up against a wall, all you had to do was ask."

"I'm not even...going to deign you with a response to that. It's scarring to just think about." Not her best, but it was all she could force out without giving away the need bottled up inside of her. But she could see in the way that he wasn't quite meeting her eyes that he felt it too. That moment had permanently shifted their relations. From professional, if slightly hostile, to something far more intimate. It made her dizzy with want, or fear - she couldn't decide.

One of her teammates had stopped at the door at the end of the corridor, hand hovering over the doorknob. Lockwood squeezed past the single file, barely brushing against her, razor-sharp focus on the door. She hated the way her cheeks flushed at the slightest of his touches. He became a totally different person when he was working: dedicated, professional, capable, and the Fittes-agent in her couldn't help but find that efficiency desperately appealing. But it was more than that. As big as his ego was, he clearly didn’t think much of his casual nonchalance or confidence, and there were these increasingly frequent moments where she would be possessed by this sudden insanity to wrap her arms (rather than her hands) around his neck.

Months of suppressing and denying feeling anything other than despisal towards him certainly didn't help matters. It made her feel unstable, like she didn't have proper control over what she would do or say when she was around him. Kiss him, kill him, push him over a bridge...She spent half of her time with him enraptured and the other half trying not to think about him. She bit the inside of her cheek. There was something about his daring, his ability to throw himself in the direct line of fire that made him so dangerous, so addicting.

The boy at the front stepped back, relieved, as Lockwood pressed his ear to the door. He started turning the doorknob.

"Lockwood, don't, you can't hear a poltergeist. He's probably heard us by now but he hasn't done anything yet. Don't be foolhardy. It could be a trap."

"I don't think it's a trap."

"You don't know it's not a trap. We need to think about what to do next."

But it was too late. Lockwood swung the door open. In an instant, the floor heaved, then gave away, and suddenly she was falling through the air.

"Lockwood, I fucking hate your guts!"

Out of nowhere, she felt herself being grabbed by the waist and then almost immediately slammed into a wall. There was this awful ringing noise in her ear, but at least she had someone to hold onto.

"Please, save the dirty talk for the bedroom."

She groaned, wishing it was literally anyone else, trying to block out the warm feeling of his body pressed against hers.

"That's twice I've saved you now, by the way."

All she could manage was an incomprehensible scream which made Lockwood wince, not realising her lips were on the shell of his ear. Strangely enough, despite her panic, she felt oddly grounded by the feel of Lockwood's rough coat desperately clutched in her hands and his annoying yet normal quips. It was a new sensation. Plastered against her mortal enemy, and yet it was the only thing keeping her breathing? The intimacy of how she was wrapped around him made her breath hitch, and the anxiety it induced was enough to drive her back to the present.

Looking down was nauseating, and looking up was somehow worse. Lockwood had wound a loose wire from the ceiling around his knuckles, and it was digging a cut into his palm. She felt her grip loosen as her head spun, but the arm around her waist tightened. She felt a brief flicker of peace, or maybe hope, and then the ceiling started to crumble.

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The last bits of debris were still falling when she came to, but she could have sworn she had blacked out in fear for a moment. She couldn't feel any broken bones, only a heavy weight on her hip. She blinked away the blood and dust and saw the weight take the form of Lockwood.

"Well. I didn't know you were so scared of heights."

Lockwood didn't like admitting fault, and she didn't like admitting weakness. It was such a silly thing to be afraid of, but and when all Lockwood did was push her to the precipice of territories unknown, she didn't know what to do with the fear running through her. Didn't know what to do, except lash out.

"Get off. Get off.”

"Geez, take me out to dinner first." She finally snapped.

"This is all your fault!" She yanked him towards herself by the lapels of his coat, yelling at him through tears. "That's twice you've put our lives in danger, idiot. I told you it wasn't worth it, that we would be so much better off at Winkman's, but you just had to go for the more dangerous option. You just had to open that door. Anthony Lockwood, you're a professional show-off. What if someone on my team died today? You'd just skip on home while I would have to live with that grief for the rest of my life. You don't know what it's like to see someone Ghost-touched in front of your eyes and being completely and utterly helpless."

The lines on his face hardened. "Y/N, if the worst thing to you is death, you won't stand a chance against Winkman."

"What do you know? You've demolished an entire house. Face it Lockwood, everything you touch gets destroyed."

He was finally out of smartass quips. She felt small just saying that. She knew it was too far, and under-handed, but she was just so mad she couldn't help but spit fire. Why did he have to be so reckless? Didn't he realise his luck would only last him so long?

She felt an awful prickling at the back of her eyes, and she tried to convince herself that no one noticed the rough edge to her voice. "I think it's best we go our separate ways." With a heavy heart, she turned, her team tiredly following her, no one pulling her back to stay this time. Feeling the floor fall beneath her feet and seeing Lockwood grasping for life with his fingertips was too frightening for her to stay, and if that meant she was a coward, so be it.

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Her team decided to stop for supper before tackling Winkman, not that she managed to eat much. The events at the house sat like lead in her churning stomach as she turned the memories and images in her head, until she felt numb. It was either that, or acknowledging that she just might be the worst person in the entire world. Distantly, she heard her team discussing their plan of attack at Winkman's, and suddenly her mouth was forming words her brain wasn't aware of.

"I'll go. No point in all of us going, we wouldn't be stealthy enough. Besides, I'm responsible for all of you. Contact DEPRAC if I'm not back in 12 hours." With that, she stood up and left before she could properly hear her team's protests.

As she drew nearer to Winkman's, she heard repeated dull, echoing thuds of metal hitting metal. She crept up cautiously with her hand on her dagger, then visibly relaxed when she saw it was just Lockwood hammering away at the lock.

"Oh. It's you." Apart from a glance, Lockwood acted like he didn't even hear her, or know her, with an impassive expression. A part of her was angry, but another part knew it was what she deserved.

"You're lucky it was just me. That dagger's not scaring off anyone." She fumed. Did he have to be so antagonistic? Why couldn't he be nice or just civil like a normal person?

"The dagger works perfectly fine for me. I have no trouble scaring anyone off."

"Yeah, I can see that." His voice was so rough with hurt and resentment that she instantly regretted everything she just had to say. She opened her mouth to apologise, but was interrupted by the final clang of Lockwood's rapier and the thud of the lock falling off.

"Lockwood, I'm really sor-"

"Save it. Somehow, that's still not the most frustrating thing about you."

Her mouth dropped open, and it was a good few seconds before she spluttered and found her voice again. "Frustrating? ME? Are you out of your mind?"

She felt her back slam against the aluminium door, not much different from how she had cornered Lockwood in the house. Lockwood's arms caged her in, but he didn't make her feel nearly as claustrophobic as her emotions did, threatening to claw their way up her throat. He was impossibly close, breath ghosting over her face, overwhelming her senses, and she felt every rational thought scatter in her brain, like loose marbles. His voice was gravelly, almost tender, and she didn't trust herself to speak.

"What would you do..." She didn't resist the arm snaking around her waist, nudging her closer. "If I held you like this..." His other arm reached into her scalp, sending a shiver down her spine, cradling her head and exposing her neck in a way that made her feel too vulnerable. His breath tickled her ear, threatening to snap every single one of her highly-strung nerves, mouth just a few inches below her temple. "...and kissed you?"

For a few short seconds, all she was aware of was her distracted, erratic heartbeat and the feel of Lockwood all around her. She felt her legs losing circulation and her knees threatened to buckle at any moment. He pulled back, cold air rushing in to take his place and sting her scarlet cheeks. Her answer must have been written all over her face, making Lockwood laugh sardonically.

"But no, Y/N L/N is too good, too proud to be involved with anyone beneath her. So she'll deny and push down any sort of feeling or passion," he spit that word out with such vehemence, "Like she's some saint, too holy to meddle with mortal sins like love. No, no, so in your perfect, sensible words, let's just stay out of each other's way." Even though they were her own words, it stung to have them thrown back in her face with such malice. Lockwood started on one end of the warehouse, and she started on the other end, sifting through the hoards of trinkets as if on autopilot.

"I wasn't kidding before. It really is dangerous to carry a dagger instead of a rapier. You'd be ghost touched before you realised."

Lockwood's voice floated above, somewhere beyond the walls of junk. Her hands trembled as she continued, guilt gnawing away at her, fixating on the feeling of his hands on her.

"And just so you know, if someone on your team died, whether or not it was because of me, I would very much care. I don't think I would be able to live with myself."

She groaned internally, the beginnings of a migraine spreading through her temple. Why did he have to be so complicated? "Which is why," he continued, "you should go back. I've handled him before, and I can handle him again. You're way out of your depth here."

"I've been an agent nearly as long as you have. I'll be fine. Just focus on finding the glasses so both of us can get out of here."

"No, you won't. Trust me on this. Leave."

"Lockwood," she began irritatedly. She was so very tired. Why did Barnes ever think they would make a good, or even functional team? "I mean it. Stop being an ass and just look for the glasses, okay? Lockwood? Lockwood?"

She crept around the aisle, peeking from behind a tapestry. Her vision was limited, but she could see enough. Lockwood was kneeling, talking soothingly to this little boy of about five. There didn't seem to be anything obviously hostile about him, but something about the scene deeply unsettled her. Suddenly, there was a flash of electricity at Lockwood's neck, and he slumped forward. She bit her lip to stop herself from screaming, tasting blood.

She turned away as the woman who had shocked him dragged him off. Her heart shifted into overdrive. She looked around blurrily, fighting back tears, shoving down the panic and bile rising in her throat. She had to save him. No, she had to find the glasses first. Then she would come back with reinforcements. It was only logical. But what if it was too late by then? She clumsily searched the little cartons, making more noise than she would have liked, breathing shallowly as she desperately fought the panic attack hovering over her.

Maybe it was just her heightened anxiety now that she was alone, but she felt the hairs on the back of her neck prick up. She spun around and was badly startled by that same boy - Winkman's grubby gremlin of a son. Oddly enough, it grounded her enough to stop spiralling. "What are you looking at? God, you're so creepy. Quit it with that smile, your cute act won't work on - oh."

And it was just as those words fell from her lips and the world turned black that she realised her horrendous, absolutely awful mistake.

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When the world came back into focus, she felt terrible. Every joint in her body was screaming for relief and her sore muscles ached. Once she had adjusted to the blinding light, she felt the rough floor against her cheek, heard voices around her; one behind her and one in front. She felt...distant, somehow, but she was sure one of them was Lockwood's...so the other had to be Winkman's.

She shifted her fingers as much as she dared, heart in her mouth for fear of being caught at any second. The muffled voices continued miles away from her, as if she wasn't even in the room, one of them becoming increasingly agitated. What was Lockwood even doing? Couldn't he see that she was awake?

She blinked imperceptibly, and the blood roaring in her ears finally died down. Her head hurt and her senses were too stimulated to think straight, but she managed to pick out Lockwood's voice eventually.

"I'm telling you, I don't know her. We're not even from the same agency."

"Is that so?"

"She might not even be an agent, I don't see a rapier on her." She felt a stab of annoyance and then overwhelming relief. Her other hand was stuck beneath her, but if she could just wriggle it around enough - yes. She still had her dagger. Her fingers closed over the handle, waiting for the right time to strike.

"Then you won't mind if I..." Winkman trailed off, and her glow of happiness was immediately extinguished by the feeling of a cold barrel pressed against her skull. It took all her efforts to not openly panic. She closed her eyes tighter, bracing for the pull of the trigger as she heard the gun click.

"Don't!" Lockwood's voice reverberated in the dingy room, startling everyone.

"So you do know her."

"I don't, I just think that she shouldn't have to die when she hasn't done anything wrong. She just got caught in the middle of this. Please, she can't tell you anything. Just let her go."

"How would you know? Fittes uniform...looks like some higher-up. She probably knows something of value, and I could probably force it out of her," he pressed the gun more insistently into her skull, "if not out of you."

Her mouth was dry as her heart hammered against her chest. She was going to die here, she could feel it. Suddenly, she heard Lockwood speaking in a rush, breathless, and she felt her heart sink.

"Fine. I know her. And I know she doesn't have anything you want. But I do. Whatever you want to know- want to do, do it to me, I'll tell you everything. You can kill me, I'll never see the light of day again, and no one will find out. No one will come looking. Just let her leave, she won't breathe a word of this to anyone else, I promise."

She could feel Winkman consider his words, and after a moment or two, she felt the barrel being lifted from her head. That was all she needed.

With her free, outstretched hand, she grabbed the barrel, hoping and praying Winkman's finger wasn't on the trigger. Her prayers were answered, and she jerked the rifle upwards, which punched him in the jaw. His grip loosened, and she turned the rifle on him, slipping Lockwood her dagger with her other hand to cut himself out of his restraints.

"Take one step towards us, and I'll shoot." Winkman was right where she wanted him, because there was nothing more terrible for a man as selfish as him than dying, missing the chance to enjoy his spoils. Her voice was calm and belied the rage simmering underneath her. How dare they hold Lockwood hostage like that? They were going to pay, and she would make sure of it. She was so furious, and all reason had been thrown out the window by that point.

"Actually, I don't need a reason to blow your fucking brains out." She raised the rifle, taking aim, just about to pull the trigger, when she felt Lockwood's hand on her shoulder. She didn't even turn to look at him, but she immediately felt the anger bubbling within her flow out, replaced by the gasping relief that everything was going to be fine.

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She kept the rifle trained on the couple as best as she could with her trembling hands as she and Lockwood slowly backed away, then broke into a sprint, rifle tossed to the side halfway through. When they had finally run far enough into the city, they stopped at a bench underneath a ghost lamp, and for several seconds there was only the sound of their panting as they struggled to catch their breaths.

"I think," she began breathlessly, "that's the third time you've saved my neck." Lockwood looked at her from the corner of his eye, and she smiled so earnestly that they couldn't help but laugh. Their laughter swelled in the silence of the night.

But the laughter was temporary, just like their relief, and once they fell silent, the tension from earlier returned and occupied that vacancy. She pulled out a mini first-aid kit and started cleaning up his cut, which looked grimy and almost definitely infected by now.

"What was that, at Winkman's? You were practically begging him to kill you."

He didn't respond, and his eyes had taken on a dull sheen. It confirmed everything she needed to know.

"I...I guessed, a little...never would have thought it true."

It was like talking to a mannequin, except for the occasional wince when the rubbing alcohol stung. She didn't even recognise her own voice. It hurt to think about her being more attached to Lockwood's life than he was. The vigour with which she bandaged his cut grew with her words.

"It...It feels weird when you say things like no one would come looking for you. Your friends care about you so much. George would burn down the Archives if it meant saving you-" Lockwood groaned at the idea. "-and yes, he will bitch and moan about it for probably years on end, but if it meant you sticking around? He'd do it in a heartbeat. And I'm sure Lucy is no different either. I don't know how you got this weird idea that we'd just move on with our lives if you disappeared, because we wouldn't. Lockwood, people care about you, so stop being an arse and just let them."

"Even you?"

She paused, pretending to focus on the ointment. Opening up was as difficult as cracking a walnut open, but it was a bit too late to avoid all this. "I get restless if I don't see you in the papers for a while, whether it be for burning a house down or actually getting a job right. And every morning when I pick up the paper, I hope...I hope i don't see your obituary. So yes, Lockwood, I would hate it if you were dead. Who else am I going to butt heads and dream about making out with?"

Lockwood sat up, suddenly very interested. "Relax, it was a joke, just trying to breathe some life back into you. There, you're all done."

He fidgeted, looking down at the blood bleeding through the thick layers of the gauze bound almost a little too tightly to his palm. In the pale yet weak light of the ghost lamp, he suddenly seemed years younger, someone just like her. Someone who may have been a rival, but first and foremost, was an equal. She felt this sudden pang inside her heart. She dropped her voice, as if saying it a little louder would make her feelings for Lockwood all the more real.

"I didn't mean, what I said, earlier." Lockwood waited for her to continue. She had said a lot earlier. "About you being...destructive. I guess I was just furious that you had me a wreck when you weren't even trying all that hard. I'm such a mess, Lockwood, you have no idea. My dagger?" she pulled it out with some difficulty, wiping away the grime on it with her sleeve, her bloody face staring back at her. "It's just because I suck at using a rapier. I'm not even middling, I suck so bad it's not even funny. Stop!" Lockwood's mouth was twitching at the corners and when she finally looked up, looking like a cat left out in the rain, all because she couldn't handle a rapier, he lost it. "You know, you wouldn't be laughing like this if you actually saw me-" That just made him laugh even harder. She shook her head, waiting for him to finish.

"Y/N," he began, once he was done laughing. "You really are better than any medicine." He interlocked his fingers with her, raising her hand to kiss the back of it. "You can't handle a rapier yet, so what? I'll teach you. And then you'd need loads and loads of practice before you could get anywhere as good as me."

"I'm not done." He threw his head back dramatically. "I have a list!"

"Of course you do."

"I heard that." There was something infectious about his teasing smile, but its warmth was fading fast as she unpacked a memory she had shoved into the corner of her mind. She didn't like thinking about it too much, it made her too hopeless. Even now, she felt waves of despair crashing over her. "I didn't mean to fly at you like that earlier. It's just, my mum's been ghost-locked for a few months, and I'm not having the easiest time dealing with it."

She felt Lockwood still next to her, hating yet craving his sympathy. It had been so hard to wake up each morning, put on her suit, and go about her life while fighting the very real fear of never speaking to her mother again. It was like a long, drawn-out death that repeated every day. He wordlessly pulled her in as she sobbed into his chest, unravelling at the seams. If it was anyone else, she would have been mortified, but with Lockwood...it was different. It always had been.

"I understand," he murmured into her hair, "my sister was Ghost-touched in front of me. "If I had cared a little more...she might still be alive today."

That just made her sob even harder. How did he stand it, her hurling every insult in the book at him, when she didn't know the first thing about him? She don't know how long she cried, long enough to release months' worth of pent up grief, but Lockwood didn't show a single sign of wanting to let go. She wrapped her arms around him as she calmed down. She never wanted to let go of him.

"I never thought you were beneath me." Her voice was muffled as she spoke into his chest. "You own a property in central London, for God's sake."

"Not much else, mind you."

"If anything, I would have thought myself beneath you." She finally peeled her face off his shirt to see him raising his eyebrows with mock innocence, and she nearly shoved him off the bench. "Gosh, not like that. You're like a walking...sex...maniac. Is that all you ever think about?"

"When I'm around you? Most definitely." She groaned, but for the first time, she allowed herself to laugh too.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had a crush on me."

"Lucky for you, I don't know better, and I can say I do." They sat in comfortable silence, enjoying the first respite in what had been a very chaotic night.

"I still can't believe Irene's been Ghost-locked."

"Irene? Have you been...corresponding with my mother?" Lockwood shifted awkwardly, jerking his head up.

"Do you hear that? Is that Barnes?"

"Lockwood."

"Yes, that's most definitely Barnes."

"Barnes isn't even here! Lockwood. Lockwood!"

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She was sitting in the waiting room outside Barnes' office. It was morning now, and the room was filled with a pleasant warmth. She had already given her account of the events while Lockwood was being stitched up by the paramedics, and now she was waiting for him to finish his report after her head was bandaged up.

The door opened with a soft click, and Lockwood stepped out wearily, the exhaustion finally catching up to him as well. He smiled weakly. Even after a long night she sat with perfect posture, legs crossed neatly, looking the paradigm of innocence with hair gleaming like honey in the sunrise. It was maddening to Lockwood. He could never get enough of her little intricacies.

"You have no idea how much I've hated your necktie. It distracts me so."

"It's not a necktie, it's just a tie. You'd know that if you weren't so pretentious."

She grinned, reeling him in by his tie, pressing a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. She pulled away, walking out of the waiting room where the rest of her team was waiting.

They had discussed it on the way to DEPRAC's headquarters. The papers would have a field day if they caught wind of their relationship, and they would spin it and twist it in every which way. The less negative press they got, the better.

"I'd lose my job."

"Come work for me."

"Does your insurance cover ghost-lock of family members?"

Lockwood swore.

Now, he reluctantly followed her out, where George and Lucy celebrated him being in one piece. They turned to leave when she spoke up across the lobby.

"Lockwood."

Both agencies froze, watching uncertainly. George hopefully wandered towards the fire extinguisher. "I'd absolutely hate it if I needed your agency's help on our next case."

"I'd hate it even more."

"Good to see we're on the same page. Fingers crossed I never see you again."

She quirked the corner of her mouth, and Lockwood had to purse his lips to keep from smiling. Lucy looked back and forth, as confused as she was at the beginning of the case, turning to George.

"What was that about?" George groaned.

"Never mind that, you have no idea how much money I've lost..."

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Traitor

• Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Masterlist •

Warnings: Guilt.

Leader looked bad. They had gotten worse since Mentor dropped them to their quarters. The worn down expression was already so foreign on the face they were used to see like a statue. Mentor couldn't help but frown at the dark circles on Leader's eyes, pale skin dry and hair tied tightly, possibly to hide the dampness of it.

"You didn't have to come this quick." Mentor tried their luck. If it was before, they would be greeted with a shy smile on a childish face. Now, Leader's gaze only met theirs with hollow eyes.

"I just want to get over with it as soon as possible," Leader answered, not even looking at Mentor's eyes. Mentor hesitated. They knew Leader wasn't supposed to walk around like this. And Mentor knew this whole orderal was putting too much pressure on Leader.

With one last look at Leader, Mentor sighed and led the way to one of the interrogation rooms. Leader trailed off after them, and Mentor could hear the irregular step sounds, sometimes too soft and sometimes too hard as if Leader was stumbling. But every time Mentor looked back, they saw a composed figure. Only a small frown on Leader's face was not fitting the usual stone faced look, indicating that they weren't fully alright.

When they reached to the door, Mentor opened it and motioned Leader to get in. Mentor then took the door right beside it, knocking before entering. It was a room behind the interrogation toom, with recording equipment and a one wa mirror that allowed then to see inside. Some of the higher ups were already there, but Mentor's eyes caught Big Boss sitting in the darker side of the room, dressed in all black and barely visible.

Mentor gave a subtle nod, which was answered with a gesture for them to keep it silent, and Mentor sat down, giving their all attention to Leader.

Leader took their time sitting down, closing their eyes for a moment. Mentor was sure no one else noticed, but Leader was tense, shoulders rolled back forcefully to imitate their former look, spine straight only because they were leaning back with pressure, and Mentor guessed it was very uncomfortable with broken ribs. Everything was silent for a moment before the door of Leader's room opened, and an officer stepped inside.

The officer didn't spare a look to the mirror and directly sat to the opposite of Leader. They slowly opened their file, taking their time and playing with their pen. "Leader," the officer broke the silence after settling the pen down. "Do you know why you are here?"

"Yes," came Leader's short but solid answer.

"But I won't start with that. Tell me your last mission."

"My last misson was a part of coordinated attack on Whumper's bases. I was instructed to deal with one at the outskirts of the city." Leaded coughed when they stopped, their hand reaching to their chest to ease the pain, probably. Mentor was getting a bad feeling about that. Leader was supposed to be in a warm bed, not in that cold room, being questioned for something out of their control.

"By the intelligence I've been given, I expectedly security. But as my mission progressed, I was caught by two of the guards, brought to Whumper. The intelligence was not correct. The last thing I remember is exploding the base while I and Whumper were still in."

"And later?" The officer asked when Leader stopped for more than a moment. Mentor could see Leader gathering their breaths, but the officer wasn't really patient.

"I woke up one of the agency's temporary medical bases. Doctor and mentor were there." Leader coughed again. Mentor saw Leader's leg holding a rhythm on the floor for a moment before Leader restrained themselves.

"What was the nature of you and Doctor's relationship?" The officer asked, not looking at Leader.

"Doctor has been assigned as my, and later and my team's chief medical officer for years."

"And what about your team?" The officer asked after nodding to Leader's response.

"My team's medical officer is very capable. They hadn't met with Doctor unless it was a neccesariry. Our later visits were also under the same circumstances."

The officer continued probing, asking about various aspects of Leader's interactions with Doctor, the team, and their role within the agency. Despite Leader's efforts to provide concise answers, it was evident that the interrogation was taking a toll on them.

As the interrogation dragged on, Leader's responses grew more tense, and Mentor just couldn't not see the signs.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the officer concluded the interrogation. "Thank you, Leader. We may have further questions for you in the future."

With a nod, Leader rose from their seat, their movements stiff and laboured. Mentor followed suit, offering a brief glance as they exited the room.

Once outside, Mentor pulled Leader aside. They couldn't filter the concern in their tone. "Are you alright?" they asked, unsure. Leader made it clear that they didn't want anything from Mentor.

Leader managed a weak nod. "I'll manage," they replied, their voice strained.

Leader's response had been fixed to 'I'm fine' for too long that hearing this worried Mentor.

Mentor hesitated, wanting to offer more support but unsure of how to proceed. Instead, they simply placed a reassuring hand on Leader's shoulder.

Leader stepped back, making Mentor's hand fall.

"When is Doctor's trial?" Leader asked instead.

"In half an hour. Did you eat anything before coming here?"

"I'm not hungry."

They knew pushing Leader further wouldn't be productive. Instead, they just nodded.

As they made their way to the trial room, Leader remained mostly silent, lost in their own thoughts. Mentor didn't feel any nostalgia with the way Leader quietly trailed after them. It was right the opposite. Mentor felt disgusted that this scene was familiar. Leader was following them with head down, their figure still and expression empty. The only difference was Leader's height. While Mentor could - and regretfully did - tower them before, Leader was a head taller than Mentor now.

Mentor tried to ignore the feeling.

Upon arriving at the trial room, they were ushered inside by the guards. Leader took a seat, their expression unreadable as they waited for the proceedings to begin. Mentor sat beside them, unsure if they could do anything to help Leader.

The room was small, a chair in the middle, a desk at right for five people, and a few seats for viewers.

The waiting time was spent in silence. Mentor wondered what Leader was thinking. In the past few days, Mentor managed to come in terms with Doctor's betrayal. Doctor had been one of their numbered friends, but never more than that. On the other hand, Leader seemed pretty close, and Mentor faulted themselves for that. Mentor had pushed Leader too far that Leader got attached to the smallest gesture of kindness, and now that they were hurt by that, they were refusing any kind of affection.

The door opened, and Doctor was brought in by two armed guards. Mentor was surprised to see them in a good shape— while they had gained a few new bruises, they looked alright. Actually, if they were asked who was 'tortured' between Leader and Doctor, Mentor would be wrong.

Doctor only looked at Leader for a short moment, then just stayed there until the five seats were filled slowly by the higher-ups that watched Leader's interrogation. The one in the middle addressed Doctor, stating the crime and sitting down, giving Doctor one final chance to give an explanation that may soften the agency's look on the matter.

"I don't owe any of you an explanation," Doctor began with a strong voice. "I don't regret my actions towards any of you but one."

Mentor watched Doctor's gaze find Leader, who was only looking to their hands. Doctor sighed when they didn't get a reaction but continued.

"I believed my choices were right. I still believe most of my choices are right, with the exception of the latest ones. I've done the very thing I wanted to end."

Mentor frowned, thinking what was different lately, regarding the enemy's movements, but they couldn't find anything.

"We are not here to listen to any of your propaganda," the figure in the middle growled with a voice that made Mentor's blood run cold. "We have already decided your penalty. We only wish to hear information in exchange for reduction."

Doctor considered for a moment. A traitor was always a traitor. Their betrayal to Whumper wouldn't be a surprise to save their own.

"Would my way of gaining intelligence be any of your interest?" Doctor tried with a forced smile.

The figure leaned back, motioning Doctor to continue. Mentor looked at Leader for a moment, and saw them still looking down, but they were now swaying back and forth subtly. Mentor put a hand on top of Leader's, but drew back immediately when Leader winced. Mentor's palm got a little wet from Leader's clammy hands.

"When I was just considered experienced enough to run one of the medical stations by myself, I've gotten a patient. A perfectionist with an ideology. They were aware of the faults of the agency, but they were hopeful. Hopeful of the change that all of you refused so far."

Leader gasped quietly. Mentor was the o ky one who heard. They wanted to tell this was not Leader's fault, but they weren't sure Leader would listen them.

"No one in this world is pure." The figure answered. "Our goal is not being pure. You knew what you were getting into, Doctor. Don't twist what it is."

"I never claimed to have a pure intention either. And selfish of me, I had used the trust I've built over the many years. That's what I regret. I regret that I hurt the only person who had given me hope." Doctor answered back.

"While HQ's medbay was always a source of uncensored information, it was too risky to exploit it to my own means. I had to be careful. But with Leader, it was so easy. They were deprived of guidance and support for so long that they took my offer with little to no hesitation, possibly trusting my experience. With them, I was able to see everything they worked on. And the agency just kept giving work on them, along with overseeing the other team's reports— sometimes even mission plans. The amount of work Leader handled and the importance of it was what I needed. I also had other informants to confirm those and give me more details."

They stopped for a moment, turning to Leader.

"Through the years, Leader had no reason to suspect me with my invaluable help to lift the workload placed on them. And the cruelty of agency pushed them more and more to me, who could just treat them like a human—"

Leader stood absurdly, and by the time Mentor stood after them, the door sound echoed. Mentor rushed after Leader but the hall was empty.

[ryololart]

Cat Mom Evan and Cat Dad Simon

Evan isn't the biggest fan of dogs. She didn't have good experiences with them and barking made her nervous. After the incident she was stuck at home a lot or on base, while the boys were off on missions. Simon always felt guilty, he knew she didn't like to be alone. She'd never complain or say anything because she was too proud, she didn't want anyone to feel bad for her, but he knew. He always did.

So one day he came back from Ukraine with a cat. Little scraggly thing, belly infested with worms and fur covered in fleas. Did his best to bathe it up, take it to the vet. get it healthy. He had found the little guy behind a dumbster, tucked it into the pouch behind his vest and brought him back to England. The boys were obsessed with it, naming it Marty because a human name for a cat apparently is hirlarious.

Simon tied a little bow on it and suprised his wife. Lets just say she was less than thrilled.

"A cat, Simon?" She crossed her arms the best she could with her crutches holding her up.

"What you don't like him?" Flashing her a grin he only showed her.

"It's a fleabag in our house, you better be the one feeding it and cleaning after it." She reached her finger out towards it letting it sniff her.

"It'll all be taken care of, love. I wanted you to have a friend." He placed Marty on the floor to sniff about their small apartment. Little orange fur sticking up in awkward places and meowing at seemingly dust.

"I see that." She sighed. Simon just laughed and kissed her head, leading her off to change her bandages that were still healing.

Later he finds her laying on the couch with the little guy on her chest, both fast asleep. He snaps a picture and sends it to the team.

Misson Accomplished (Sent by Simon Riley 19:09) Photo Attatched

Atta boy Riley. (Sent by John Price 19:11)

[hyperfixationcenter]

Josuke as your bf 💕

Authors note: y'all I've been rewatching part 4 so it's time to bring out the head cannons, enjoy lol

Also I know the font is pink for the reader but it's for guys gals and all in between!!

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You met him at school, seen him a few times in your class but never talked to him before.

You've had a stand for years now, never used it for evil, more like to defend yourself.

Josuke didn't know that so he thought you were an enemy stand user until you explained yourself.

He asked if you wanted to join the team and since you had nothing to do you joined the gang.

He introduced you to Dr. Kujo, at first he was skeptical but eventually he found your stand to be very useful so he started dragging you with Josuke on missons.

And eventually you and Josuke started talking a lot during the missions, hanging out a lot more before Jotaro caught the both of you and told y'all to focus.

So Josuke started inviting you to hang with Okuyasu and Koichi, having a bunch of fun and being kids.

Okuyasu definitely teased Josuke and almost told you that he liked you before Josuke punched him in the gut, Koichi doesn't tease but he's supportive and hopes the two of you date.

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One day he invited you but alone, he brought you a small park where no one really went to, you saw that he was super nervous and fidgeting a lot.

You say down next to him and he took a deep breath "So...I know we've been hanging out for only a few months but..AGHH THIS IS SO EMBARRASSING", you put a hand on his shoulder and smiled "Hey it's fine! Just take your time".

He looked away and fixed his hair a little before blurting out his confession "I REALLY LIKE YOU AND WE SHOULD TOTALLY DATE" He hid his face and peeled at you to see your reaction.

You held his hand and gave a tiny peck on his cheek "I like you too" Josuke froze and you were going to ask if he was okay but he suddenly hugged you tightly, you hugged back and the both of you started dating.

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When the both of you are done with your missions Josuke will find any cut or bruise and heal you before anyone else, you are first priority.

He kisses your hand when he's sorry, or he'll go to the market to get your favorite snacks and runs right back to your house.

He always tries his best to not let you win in video games, one time you almost won and he pulled the plug, you hit him playfully and he yelled "you were gonna lose anyways!" You yelled back "your just embarrassed you were gonna lose!!"

He holds your hand EVERYWHERE, going to get a snack at the market? Not without him, going to get the mail? You definitely need your hand to be held so you don't trip and get hurt.

When you two go out to have a date every 1/3 times Dr. Kujo will drag the both of you out of the date to go on another mission, Josuke doesn't mind though, he likes to see you pull out some sick moves while fighting, he's always in awe when you pumell someone into the ground.

He really didn't want you to help the the Kira situation, he's so scared that Kira will find a way to blow you up and he can't take that risk, so while they try to find Kira he always goes everywhere with you, this poor man wants to make sure your not hurt, he knows you can handle yourself but he's way to scared to take any risks.

The both of you like to lay around on the couch when school is over, soft kisses and tight hugs all around when it's couch time.

He's the only one that will let you see his messy hair, he finds it endearing when you try to help him fix it, it gets him super flustered and happy.

When the both of you are done with school he'll try and find you so he can hold your hand and walk you home or to have you hang with Okuyasu and Koichi.

He has a few nicknames for you too

Baby cakes

Sweet cheeks

Little diamond

Babe

My favorite kissable face

Hugging buddy

Baby Jewel

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I hope you enjoyed this!! I had a lot of fun writing, thanks for reading!!

♡ Here's a picture of Mc Donald's Josuke if you made it this far ♡

[yelenasdiary]

Flufftober request! Maybe Nat having trouble finding the right time to propose to femR. She keeps getting interrupted by everyone and everything so she just does it spontaneously maybe during a misson or some where odd..you choose!

The Right Time || Flufftober

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: Natasha tried and tried so many times, but it was never the right time, something always came up and now she was getting impatient waiting for the right time, taking matters into her own hands in the oddest of times. 

Fluff | 1.2K | No Warnings

Translations: dorogoy (darling), moy malen'kiy ubiytsa (my little assassin)

AC:  Picturing Nat getting so pissed when she’s planned the perfect set out, but something comes up every damn time lmao. Enjoy!!

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She sighed heavily as Tony paged the two of you once again during a date night dinner. “We’ll make up for it, honey, I promise” you kissed her lips softly before the two of you made your way out to the car. It didn’t matter her that a date night was easily made up for, what bothered her was she’d been trying for months now to ask you one question. One question what she once thought was never going to be in her future, a future she thought was torn away from her. Just this once she needed the world to not be attacked by some aliens or some overpowered rich man in an iron pressed suit, just this once. 

“Hey” you spoke softly and placed your left hand gently on her thigh while she drove back to the compound, “What’s going on inside that beautiful head of yours?” you asked her, seeing the annoyed expression on her face. “It’s nothing” she mumbled, “I just” she sighed, “I just want one night with you uninterrupted” 

“I know baby, I want the same. I promise, once this mission is over, we can take some time off for the just the two of us” you lent over and placed a kiss on her cheek. Nat looked at you for a few short seconds and cocked a brow, “you think Tony is going to allow us some time off? Every week there’s something going on, every week we are called away” her eyes turned back to the road in front of her. “I’ll talk to him” you suggested. 

It was the first time you’d ever seen Nat so frustrated about going on a mission before, you wondered if maybe she was getting to the point of retiring from being an Avenger which was something you never thought would happen and it worried you. “No dorogoy, it’s okay. We’ll find the time” she sent you a soft smile, but her words didn’t convince you of her feelings. 

The quinjet to the target location was silent on Natasha’s behalf, a grumble here and there made Clint back you for answers, but you could only give him a shrug back. You hated seeing her so upset but this was also a win for the team because as everybody knows, Natasha’s a better shot when she’s pissed off. 

You followed Nat into the building of men as bullets flew between the two of you as you ducked for cover, Nat already having her pistols out showing her best shots while you did your thing of martial arts. “That seems to be the security taken care of” Nat turned to you and smiled, being out in the field with you something she had a love for, always being able to be by your side no matter what. “I’ll take the next floor; I’ll meet you on the 3rd?” you smirked as she nodded. “See you in a minute” she winked before dashing off.

Fighting your way through the second floor of the building was pretty easy when you’re up against the lazy security guards who believed the guys on the first floor had everything under control, they were so not ready to fight and it felt like an easy win for you as you kicked and punched, threw, and ducked. “Sorry boys, maybe next time” you joked before taking out the last guard. “Too damn easy” you muttered to yourself as you made your way back to Natasha. 

To no surprise she’d completely cleared the 3rd floor leaving a mess of bodies behind. “Took you long enough” she smirked as you walk up to her, “now, now, nobody said it was a contest” you replied before grabbing a steal pipe and throwing it at the guy behind Natasha, “seems you missed one” you walked by her only for her to gently grab your arm. “Wait a minute” she said, pulling you close to her, “Nat” you chuckled lightly, “we’re in the middle of something” you added before she crashed her lips onto yours. You kissed her back as she gently cupped your face, she smiled against your lips as you melted into her touch. “moy malen'kiy ubiytsa” she spoke softly as you wrapped your arms gently being her neck, “we still have another two floors too cover” you pointed out as she brushed a strain of hair behind your ear, “I’m sure it can wait just a moment” she replied. 

“I highly doubt that” you chuckled. 

Natasha reached into her suit and pulled out a silver ring with a red diamond on it. A gasp left your lips when your eyes made contact with it. “I’m so tired of waiting for the right time because never is the right time” she spoke with a light smirk. “You picked now of all times?!” you joked more so you wouldn’t cry. “Now’s a better time than ever” she replied, one hand on your waist while her free handheld the ring, “vykhodi za menya, dorogoy” she spoke in a serious tone, her eyes searching yours for an answer as tears lightly made their way down your cheek, “like you ever had to ask me” you stroked her face gently, “yes my love” you smiled softly as she slipped the ring onto your finger. 

“Wait, maybe I could keep it in my pocket until we’re done here” she looked up into your eyes once more. “Probably a good idea” you chuckled as she slipped it off. “I love you so much baby, I can’t wait to call you my wife” she placed the ring back in her suit and kissed tenderly, “now let’s get this over with so I can take you home” she smirked. With that the two of you rushed off to the next floor clearly them of enemies while the rest of the team took care of the outside. 

Once the mission was completed, a short and easy one to Natasha’s relief, the team and you made your way back to the quinjet with the stolen files in Tony’s hands. You and Natasha sat at the back; you rested your head on her lap as she ran her fingers through your hair. “You seem better now” Clint looked at the two of you, “needed to kick some guy’s ass I bet?” he added with a joking smirk. “Yeah, something like that” Natasha smirked as you looked up at her, slowly you sat up and moved yourself onto her lap, “Can we tell them?” you whispered as you looked into her green eyes, she wanted to much to keep it a secret for a little while but she was too excited deep down and nodded before reaching into her suit and slipping the ring back onto your finger. “I’m going to have to get used to this” you kissed her cheek. 

“Agh, can you two wait until we’re home?” Tony groaned with an eyeroll. 

“Don’t talk to my fiancé like that” Natasha frowned playfully as all eyes widened and looked at the two of you, “did you just say fiancé?” Wanda asked. You both nodded with smiles of your own. “Oh my god! It finally happened!” Scott joked. The whole team congratulated the two of you and for the first time Natasha felt everything was finally perfect for her. She had her family, her bigger family and now a new family, with you. 

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[barefoothighlander]

spillways - how soon is now?

-simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

-warnings: canon typical violence, mentions of ptsd, blood, angst, possibly ooc!ghost

-word count: 3.1k

-summary: landing in mexico, you and the 141 meet up with los vaqueros and establish a plan for recon before you and ghost get separated from the rest of the team.

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a/n: alright, here's chapter 2, im super excited about what I have planned for the next chapter, so pls enjoy. :)

I’ve already waiteds too long,

And all my hope is gone.

You jolt awake at the feeling of being shaken from underneath you, quickly scanning your surroundings, the helicopter had hid a bit of wind and it shook the carrier. You feel a weight against your chest, glancing down to see a large gloved hand covering your chest, pinning you to your seat. You look over and catch his eyes, as he quickly retracts his arm from you, quick enough that it almost seems like your touch was burning him, returning it to a spot beside his body. You keep your eyes on his face, trying to make out any sort of emotion under the mask, he was protecting you, holding your body steady against the turbulence so you didn’t fall forward or tip over in your sleep, you squint your eyes hoping that the red light that illuminated the space would reveal what he was feeling. He was nervous, nervous to be touching you, like he was afraid you would get mad at him for it. 

You couldn’t help but feel your body tense as the pilots voice rang through your headset, announcing that it would be 10 minutes till touchdown. You had always been fine on missons, that was your job, to remain calm, collect your breath, and eliminate the target, you felt strangely at home on most missions, they gave you a purpose, made you feel useful. It had been years since you had seen any sort of groundwork in the field, your last grounded mission creating an aversion to working in a team, getting close to people.

Landing in the carrier made your body feel heavy, struggling to find the rhythm of your breaths, watching everyone else load off the helicopter. The team situated themselves far enough that they could talk to eachother without the use of their headsets.

“Tonight is strictly about recon, I want all fire to be held, we can’t let them kow we’re here. For this to work we need to operate out of their watch, one whiff of us and they’ll take off. Phoenix, Ghost, and Soap, I want you three to meet with the Colonel, he’ll be helping us on this mission, he knows the territory and is already briefed on the details of the case. Gaz and I will connect with Laswell at HQ and set up a vantage point for the objective building. The rest of the team, you know your assignments. Do not set off any radars.” Price finished and urged Gaz over with a nudge of his head, leaving you, Ghost, and Soap alone on the deck.

“Let’s get goin, think it’s close to an hour drive over to the Colonel” Soap called to you and Ghost.

“I’ll drive” Ghost called as your group rounded one of the issued vehicles.

“No, you won’t” you said, glaring at Ghost “Not after what happened last time” and you took the keys from the console of the SUV, and planted yourself behind the wheel.

The two men stood silently, Soap looking over to Ghost for some explanation behind your mistrust of his driving capabilities, to which he was afforded none. As the two men cram themselves into the car, a breath catches in your throat as you find that Ghost had chosen to sit beside you, glaring at Soap through the rearview, finding his eyes already on yours, you let out a shallow breath and turn the car on.

The drive was quiet, not that you wanted alot of conversation, but it was rare to spend an hour beside Soap and find he had nothing to talk about, probably sensing the thick tension in the upperhalf of the vehicle. 

Arriving at the Colonel's base, the sun was nearing the horizon, bathing the surrounding terrain in a warm orange glow. You had spent a lot of time in South America, primarily stationed there during your first years in the service. Always loving how the cities and rural areas seemed to omit a sort of warmth, you missed that sensation of warmth, that sense of acceptance and home. 

Breaking from your thoughts you exit the vehicle, met by the broad stature of a man who introduced himself as Alejandro and urged the three of you to follow him into the base. You all settle into a small briefing room and begin constructing your strategy,

“We’ll have the support of the Vaqueros on this, more firepower than we’ll need” Aleandro explains.

He’s quickly cut off by Ghost, “No, this op is a need-to-know, we can’t have a hundred people rushing in, it defeats the purpose of the mission”

“Okay, so then it’s just us and Rudy”

“Rudy?” you ask, turning your head to face Alejandro

“Sargeant Major Rodolfo Parra, he’s my second in command” Alejandro glances over at the three of you, all sitting with faces of questioning.

“I trust him with my life” Alejandro assures the three of you, waiting for any form of disagreement before continuing.

“We think the cartel are holding the weapons in here” He points to an old building on the map, hidden in between a few fields.

“It’s backed by mountains, that’ll give us a good vantage point, we’ll set up there for recon and -” you begin but you’re interrupted by Ghost.

“No, Gaz and Price will take the high view, we need to get at close as possible, I want a headcount, and I want to make sure we aren’t wasting our time searching this place.”

You look over at him, eyes narrowed.

“You’re groundteam this mission Pheonix, it’s time you left the nest”

“Actually I don’t think Pheonix' really live in a nest sir” Soap quips, in an attempt to break the rising tension in the room.

“Fine, we connect with Alpha team and find a route that ensures we aren’t seen,” you say, keeping your eyes locked on Ghosts.

Alejandro looks over at both of you, “Okay, there is a road that will lead up to the base of the mountains here, it’s on foot from there to the building”

“We leave at first light,” Ghost says as he pushes himself up from the table, quickly brushing by your shoulder to exit the room.

Alejandro and Soap watch your reaction as the Leuitenent leaves. “You really dinnae like him aye lass” Soap questions as a smile creeps up on his face. You respond with a weak roll of your eyes before excusing yourself to the armoury. Soap and Alejandro share a glance and they become acquainted, both heading off further into the base.

You enter the armoury, looking around for any equipment you may need, subconsciously gravitating towards the spinner equipment, guns and scopes, fiddling with the sights on one of the weapons. As you place the weapon back on its rack, you move across the room to examine the other features, looking over suppressors for your gun, and feeling over the different hand-held projectiles.

As you pick up one of the pistols and feel the weight of it in your hand, your body freezes, muscles stiffening. You look down at the weapon and you hear the buzzing sensation fill your ears, as your eyes start blinking rapidly you try to catch your breath. Within a moment all the memories of your previous mission come back, you can feel the sting in your eyes from the flash grenade, your hands feel warm with the sensation of blood, and your whole body freezes, struggling to fight back tears until you feel a firm hand press between your shoulder blades.

Quickly turning around you point the weapon, finger on the trigger, your brain isn’t processing the scene, stuck in fight mode. Within a moment he disarms you, grabbing your wrists so you can’t fight him.

“Sargeant, what the hell was that”

You look up at him, tears brimming your eyes, finally realizing what had happened. You struggle against his grip but he doesn’t let up. You silently plead with him to release you and he does, keeping a close distance in case you decide to attack him again.

“I-I’m sorry LT, you just, snuck up on me.” You say, holding back a sniffle. Turning around to pick through more equipment.

“Pheonix if you aren’t ready for this mission I need to know, I can’t have you risking the safety of the team”

“I’m fine Sir, like I said you just snuck up on me”

“Bullshit” he spits out

“What?”

“No one sneaks up on you, it’s like you have a sixth sense about where people are, what’s wrong”

“Nothing I-” You try to hide your face but you can feel his eyes staring into you. “I just don’t feel like myself, I’ve never been nervous for a mission, it feels off I guess”

“You don’t feel like yourself?” he asks

You respond with a slight nod of your head, maintaining your focus on your weapon rather than him.

“Maybe because you’re trying to be someone else”

His words make you break your focus, as you look up at his face.

“I am not pretending to be someone else Leiutenent, I haven’t been on the ground in years, I just-”

“Why not”

“Excuse me?”

“Why haven’t you been in the field, years of service doing groundwork and all of a sudden you take strictly to a sniper position for us, why”

“It doesn’t matter”

“It does if it’s going to cost us this mission”

“No, it doesn’t, I’m fine. I don’t need to explain myself to you” you say, moving closer to his body. “Price chose me for this position, and I accepted, I’m not going to cost you the mission, you don’t need to worry about me” You feel the anger bubble up in your chest. How dare he discredit your capability, and assume that you can’t complete the task because of your emotions. He stares at you and you stare back, huffing a breath before walking away.

He grabs your elbow with an iron grip.

“Do not mistake my concern for pity Sargeant, I need to know you can do this, otherwise I’ll send you home myself”

“Im. Fine,” you respond through gritted teeth, pulling your arm back to your side before storming out of the room, leaving Ghost by himself.

You spend the next hour alone in one of the empty offices on base, welcoming the quiet and finishing preparing your equipment before leaving to rejoin the team in the garage. Soap is the first to take note of your presence.

“You alright lass, barely caught a glimpse of ya after the brief.”

“Im fine John I-”

“Johns my father, it’s either Johnny or Soap,” he says with a grin. He was kind to you and warm, you could tell he wanted to get along, maybe just for the sake of the mission, but nonetheless, it was nice to have someone speak to you as if you were friends.

“I’m fine Soap” you say, giving him a silent plea to not pry any further.

“We’ll take two vehicles, Sergeant MacTavish you’ll come with Rudy and I around the mountain, The Lieutenant and Phenoix will take the fields, two sights on the building, we rendezvous here at 2100 hours, alright?” Alejandro informs the team before you all take off on your assignments. Great, some more one-on-one with Ghost, you huff a breath to yourself, as you follow him to your car.

“Im driving this time doll” he says while getting into the car.

You roll your eyes before joining him, turning to look out the window. You watch the terrain pass as you two drive down an old gravel road, sitting in a dead quiet, hearing the slow rise and fall of his breath.

“We’re gonna walk most of the way to the recon point, don’t want the car to give us away,” he says, maintaining his focus on the road.

“Fine” is all you respond, keeping your eye on the horizon line.

“What not gonna fight me on this?” he asks turning to face you.

“You’re my superior, just following orders”

“Never stopped you before”

You twist your neck to face him, the only thing meeting your gaze being his skull-clad face.

“Park up here” you say, pointing to a plot of tall grass.

“no , I’m gonna drive in a little further-”

“Unless you want to scale a mountain to get to our spot, park up here” 

He looks over to you, clicking his tongue once before turning left and setting the car in the grass. The two of you collect your weapons from the back, making sure your comms are operating properly before setting off down a trail.

“Bravo team this is Alpha what’s your position?” Prices voice is clear in your ear.

“Nearly there Captain” Ghost responds.

“All teams this is Charlie, we’re in position, eyes on the building” Soap checks in.

You and Ghost make your way to your spot in complete silence, not even bothering to glance at the other. Setting yourselves down.

“All teams this is Bravo, we are in position” you call through the comms.

“Copy, keep eyes on the building, watch for any movement, I want a headcount, over” Price calls.

“Alejandro I’ve got 2 coming your way, west side of the building, do you have eyes?” you ask

“Copy Pheonix, eyes on two with guns, heading the the shed out back”

Keeping watch for another 2 hours, each of you calling out and marking everyone in the building.

“I’m not seeing any civilians” Soap says

“Doesn’t mean they aren’t in there, we’re just here to watch Johnny” Ghost responds

No movement came from the building in the next hour, as Prices voice rang through the comms.

“I’m callin’ it, all teams meet back at base”

Picking yourself up from your spot in the field, you and Ghost start to make your way back to the car.

“Hold up” Ghost calls to you, a hand in the air. “Car coming down the trail, get down don’t let them see you”

Squatting in the tall grass, you watch as the truck stops on the road, four men exiting the vehicle strapped with weapons. Turning to your right you see another 2 cars pull up behind them, and more men join.

“Shit, what are they doing here?” you ask, turning to Ghost

“Don’t know, stay low and quiet, wait for them to pass.”

You stay hidden in the grass, waiting for the men to continue on their way, instead, the group of them turn and begin walking towards you and Ghost.

“What now” you ask, panic beginning to fill your body. Ghost doesn’t answer.

“Lieutenant what do we do?” you ask, raising your voice slightly to inform him of your state of distress.

“Move slowly toward the clearing over there, we’ll have to hike over the mountain but the dark should give us cover.” He tells you before beginning to snake through the high grass.

Following his movements, trying to move as quickly as possibly without being detected. You hear a whistle, craning your neck to watch the group you see the men nod to eachother and draw their weapons.

“Ghost, I think they know were here”

“Keep moving Sargeant”

The two of you quicken your movements, trying your best to stay low enough that the grass covers your heads. You hear a shot ring out and fear floods your veins. Your mind blanks, focusing only on getting out of the grass away from the men. You turn quickly to see where they are. 

Another shot. You panic and begin rushing towards the mountain, moving as fast as you can whilst remaining between your cover.

“They definitely know we’re here,” you say. No response.

Turning back every so often to see how far back the men are, a strong grip yanks your body. You turn to your right and are greeted with a skull, inches from your face.

“You’re bleeding” Ghost says, you can hear the worry in his voice.

“What?” you ask, reaching up to brush hair out of your face, you feel the familiar warmth of blood pooling on your cheek.

He grabs your chin, turning your face, trying to examine it in the moonlight. 

“It’s just a graze.. Are you okay”

The sudden contact surprised you, opening your mouth to speak but no words come, settling for a simple head nod instead.

Ghost peers over the rocks you used for cover “They’re far enough away, there’s a safehouse 9 miles east, we meet there, check in with Price, and get back to the car” You nod.

Scanning your features for any sense of discomfort, Ghost presses himself against the rock and begins leading you through the terrain. Your whole body feels like it could burst into flames, every part of you only focused on making it to the safe house, your sight focused only on the ground before you, ignorant to the glances Ghost makes, checking on you every 5 minutes, making sure you aren’t falling behind.

You’re out of breath when you reach the house, a small shack beside a pond, it looks like no one has lived there for years, the two of you settle in, checking your comms. Ghost makes contact with Price, informing him of the situation, you try to listen only to find that the bullet that grazes your cheek has passed by your ear, effectively ruining your earpiece, and slicing off a chunk of your ear itself.

Ghost looks over to you to confirm Prices orders, you look bad with a shake of your head, the damaged earpiece hanging loosely around your neck.

“We wait here, first light Price and Gaz will reposition at the trail while Alejandro and the rest of the team come get us.” you nod in acknowledgement. “I’ll take the first watch, find something to clean the blood”

You move around the small house, positioning yourself at a table where you can access your med pack and clean your wounds, the cut on your cheek isn’t deep enough to warrant stitches, but it’ll leave a scar, and there’s not much you can do about your ear now except tape it up to hopefully stop the flow of blood dripping down your neck. You look over at Ghost who sat in the front window with his gun pointed outward, wondering how long you’re going to be tortured in his sole presence.

The night was quiet, the men looking for you seemed unaware of your location, after a few hours you try to get Ghost to swap positions with you, telling him that you’ll take over the watch, and he should rest.

“I’m fine” is all he responds, and you leave it at that, returning to your spot in the corner.

tags: @kerst666 @lialacleaf @thychuvaluswife

[wintersoldiersoul]

Bucky x reader- super angsty but fluff ending

In a relationship, bucky doesn't want reader going on mission because it's a hydra Misson, they argue and don't talk to each other, bucky hears reader get hurt and he hears her say "im sorry buck, i love you" and then her comms go out and he can't do anything to help because he's pinned down and by the time he gets to her she's bleeding out and passed out and bucky is breaking down apologising and saying he didn't mean anything of what he said etc and I dunno how you would wanna end it

A/N: So sorry it took me so long to get to this request!! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: mentions of blood, injuries, throwing up, lots of angst and fluff

“Bucky, stop it!” You shouted. “I’m going on this mission, okay? I can handle myself.” You had been having this fight all morning. The mission you were going on was extremely dangerous. You were basically marching right into the center of Hydra. 

“I am begging you,” Bucky pleaded. “I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“You do realize I’m a superhero in my own right? I don’t need you to protect me!” You snapped back. You knew he just wanted to protect you, but the fact that he acted like you weren’t capable of this made you angry. You had spent years fighting with the Avengers back when he was still the Winter Soldier. You had fought aliens and bionic humans and monsters. You didn’t need him to help you.

“I know but you don’t understand. They know we’re together. That means you have a target on your back. They’d do anything to hurt you because it would hurt me!” You almost felt bad but you had to stand up for yourself. You weren’t some helpless little girl.

“You’re being stupid! I thought you were smarter than this, Y/N. You’re acting like a child!” Bucky said, matching the stern tone of your voice.

“I don’t care! Let me be stupid then!” You left your room, slamming the door on your way out to go meet everyone at the jet. Bucky followed shortly after and the team got ready to leave. 

The two of you didn’t say a word to each other on the flight across the world to Europe. The tension between the two of you hung heavy in the air, casting a fog over the entire jet. Everyone could tell something was going on, but no one dared to ask. Your relationship was incredibly passionate - full of love that could burn the world down. But the same principle applied when you fought.

You were paired up with Natasha, splitting off from Bucky, Steve, and Tony when you arrived. You subtly snuck around the Hydra base, using your spy skills to remain hidden. You had been trained by the Red Room like Natasha, turning you into a silent killer full of stealth and surprises.

“Status?” Bucky spoke through the com device in your ear.

When you didn’t immediately make a move to respond, Natasha filled him in. “There’s agents everywhere. We’re hidden right now but we gotta make a move soon.”

“Same here,” Bucky answered.

An agent passed by but didn’t spot the two of you. All at once, you and Natasha passed, jumping onto the man's shoulders from behind and snapping his neck. “One down, a hundred to go,” you smirked at Nat. You could do this. You could prove to Bucky that you didn’t need his help.

Steve updated everyone, panting through the coms that they were deep into battle now. You and Natasha took a more subtle approach, trying to remain as hidden as possible before sneaking up and stealthily taking out agents as you could. Everything was going well. It was all under control.

Until you felt the gun against your head.

“Don’t move a damn muscle,” a low russian accent purred in your ear. “I’ve got you right where I want you,” he said, dragging the gun from your temple around to the base of your neck. Your arms were pinned behind you. You couldn’t move.

Natasha was too far away, locked into her own battle with an agent. A battle that she was winning but one that could easily go wrong if she turned her focus. You wanted to scream out but you were terrified that if you did, the man would shoot.

In the blink of an eye, the man who was holding you pulled out a knife and sliced your thigh deeply. You couldn’t help the cry that escaped your mouth as he did it, grabbing Natasha’s attention just as she finished off her victim.

“Y/N!” She ran over to you but was sidetracked by another agent stepping in her path.

“What’s going on?” Bucky’s voice rang out in your ears. “Y/N? Natasha?” Panic was evident in his voice. “Someone talk to me!”

“Bucky!” You cried out, hoping he would show up any second to save you. “Help me!”

The Hydra agent laughed, hearing your calls for the man. “You’re Barnes’ girl, aren’t you?” He laughed, coldly. “Oh, we’re gonna have fun.” His voice sent chills down your spine.

“Y/N, what’s going on? Where are you?” His voice came through your ear.

“I-I don’t know!” You answered. “He-has me!”

“I’m coming, baby, I’m coming. Are you hurt?”

You were still terrified each time you answered, expecting that the man would pull the trigger every time you opened your mouth. But if these were your last moments, you wanted to spend them talking to the love of your life.

“Y-yes,” you choked out.

“Alright, I think I’ve been nice enough to let this go on for so long,” the russian accent spoke before ripping the comms out of your ear and smashing it on the ground.

“No!” You cried out. The blood you were losing from your leg was already making you feel dizzy. A puddle of crimson from your body began to pool on the ground. 

“I was gonna shoot you in the head,” the man behind you whispered in your ear, making you feel sick. “But it would be such a shame to mess up this pretty face.”

Before you could even register what was going on, the gun was pressed to your back and a bullet was fired into your body. He shot you two more times. The man laughed as he walked away, leaving you to bleed out alone on the floor. Natasha had left, you had no idea where she had gone. She didn’t mean to abandon you, she really thought you’d be able to get out of your situation on your own while she completed the mission.

Across the building, Bucky was frantic. “Y/N? Talk to me! Where are you, baby?” He was panicking. One minute you were talking to him and then you were just…gone. His worst fear was coming true.

He sprinted as far as he could, dodging Hydra agents left and right, taking them out with the metal arm that they had put on his body.  He swore he had never run faster in his entire life. He knew back at their post, Steve and Tony were still fighting, yelling at him as he sprinted away. He knew he’d be in trouble later. But he didn’t care. He only cared about you.

But he was intercepted by more agents. Suddenly, he was pinned down, completely unable to move. “Y/N!” He yelled out again while he thrashed. He didn’t even care that these men would probably kidnap him again. Turn him back into the Winter Soldier. All he cared about was reaching you.

He tried as hard as he could, thrashing and squirming. Time was running out. He didn't know exactly what had happened to you, but he knew you didn't have long. Especially with the nature of the enemy you were dealing with.

After minutes of trying to escape the agent's grasp, he was able to free his metal arm, punching hard and knocking down the agent who had his legs. He was then able to use more strength to fight, taking down each person who had tried to separate him from the love of his life.

He was sick when he saw you, bending over to throw up at the sight in front of him. You were laying on the ground, still as a rock. Blood stained the concrete below you. He swore he had never seen so much blood come from one person at once. 

“Y/N!” He screamed out, running over to you. Your eyes were closed. ���Y/N, wake up! Wake up, please!” He cried. “Oh my god, please!” He chanted over and over, trying to get you to open your eyes while putting pressure on you to stop the bleeding as much as possible. 

Suddenly there was a gasp from your frame. “B-bucky!” You called out weakly using every ounce of strength you could. “I love you.” 

“I love you, angel. So much. I didn’t mean a word I said! Please just hang on! Please! I can’t watch you die right now.” Tears streamed down his face as he spoke.

"So...tired," you said weakly, your eyes fluttering between opened and closed.

"I know, baby, I know," he stroked your hair. "But you gotta stay awake, okay? You gotta fight."

"What's going on, Buck?" Steve spoke in his ear.

"It's bad, Steve. I gotta get her to a hospital. Now," he said, through tears.

"Alright. It's clear now. You can take her."

Bucky swore time moved in slow motion as you waited for an ambulance. He held your hand the entire time, terrified every time your eyes closed for more than a second. You kept drifting in and out of consciousness even as the paramedics began to work on you in the vehicle. He couldn't believe this was really happening. If he lost you, his entire world would stop.

9 hours and an emergency surgery later, you were still unconscious but stable. He sat by your hospital bed, eyes red from crying, still holding your hand.

"Baby, I don't know if you can hear me right now," he said to your unconscious body. "But I need you to wake up. I need you to come back to me. I can't do this without you, I-" he paused as his voice broke. "I never thought I'd have any good in my life again. And then I found you. And I can't lose you. I don't know what I'll do. I don't know who I am without you." Tears wet his face as he spoke. "Please, baby. My darling. Please, come back to me."

He didn't leave your side all night. He waited and waited for hours, not sleeping or eating. He was terrified to not be watching you even for a second.

The sun was rising the next morning and he was exhausted and scared and he just wanted you. His head was in his metal hand as he cried, still holding yours with his flesh one, when he felt it. It was small, but he felt it. The subtle squeeze from your hand. "Y/N?" he said, immediately lifting his head.

You groaned softly, eyes still closed. "Am I dead?" You asked as you very slowly opened your eyes, trying to adjust to the light.

"No, baby," he sniffed, getting up and kissing your forehead. "You're not dead. You're alive. Oh my god, you're alive."

[howlingday]

Dusknoir Au: Hello Tai and Qrow I have a message for Tai from my friend hear. Someone wishes to speak from beyond the grave. Whether you believe is your choice. Your wife Summer says" I want to start with a sorry I know it doesn't mean anything now but I'm sorry. Sorry for leaving you for that misson. I thought I could stop Salem for good. So our girls could grow up safe. I'm sorry that I made our girls grow up so fast to make up where I failed where we failed. The Ever After was horrible nightmare for them. I'm sorry to make you think so poorly. That I scattered our team premently. I do and will always love you. Please make sure to be their for the girls. And tell Qrow I'm glad he stop drinking so much. I will get him soon but the line is quite busy. Love you Tai, tell the girls super mom misses them and I know they will win where I failed" and with I hope you heard what you needed and got your closure. Also Qrow we be back for your message but theirs and order to this. *Walks into bathroom and disappears before either could stop him or his creture*

"I... I don't know what to say." Tai said, still seated on his couch, as lost as when Qrow let the stranger in. Zwei lapped on his fingers to ease his thoughts. Looking up, he saw Qrow walking away. "Where are you going?"

"...I gotta get to Vacuo." Qrow said with a determined look on his face. "Got a feeling there's a reason Summer talked to us and not our girls."

Taiyang nodded. "Alright. I'll... I can't promise I'll be there, but I am considering it."

Qrow nodded. "Sounds good."

[ladyathenawisdom]

Gangster'sWife / Pt. 2

Warnings: Language, Mature Themes, Violence, Spicy.

Part 3

..............

Hero hummed quietly, trying to distract her thoughts from Superhero's deadly mission. She let out a sigh as hot water washed over her, she closed her eyes in relaxation.

Fear ate at her, filling her entire being. Had Superhero gone crazy? She supposed he did. Many heroes did go crazy with all the attention on them and their awful mental health issues. It wouldn't be a far fetched idea that he had gone insane too.

The misson he gave her team was hard, no, it wasn't hard. It was impossible. Nobody had ever caught him.

He never got caught. He was clever, tactical, cunning, intelligent, smart, strong, alluring, charming, handsome, beautiful, funny, sweet....

Hero paused, she shook her head at her stupid thoughts as memories filled her. She sighs, closing the water and stepping out of the shower. She grabs a towel, walking out of the bathroom.

Her heart lurched.

She stared at the bouquet of black roses, and the letter attached to it, that wasn't there before.

Her eyes hurriedly scanned her apartment, wild and in a frenzy. She swallows hard, her grip on the towel tightening as she squirmed.

She shakes her head, walking over to quickly grab the card. Her eyes fill with confusion, seeing that it was the invitation to the heroes and villains gala. She frowns, she already had a invitation, why would someone give her another one?

She shakes her head, her eyes going to the black roses. She swallows hard, suspecting who this someone was. The gala was in a week, she hadn't thought that it was important because every year she went, it turned out to be boring.

Hero turns and flips the card, her lips parting when she sees the note at the back of the invite.

Hope to see you soon, Mi Amor. ♥︎

Hero clenches her jaw, tightening her fingers around the delicate but intricate paper. It wrinkled immediately, she scowls. She grunts, ripping it into pieces as her anger flared. She shakes her head, glaring hard at the torn up pieces of paper. She looks at the bouquet.

She swallows hard when she notices the thorns on them. She scowls, grabbing the stems of the flowers and heading towards her kitchen, throwing them in the trash. She sighs, putting her hands on her hips as her wet hair flung.

She needs to control her emotions.

..............

"Your being an idiot,"

"No, your being a idiot."

"No, your a fucking idiot. Why would he be there?"

"Because it's where the most crimes are."

"That's stupid. It's always been a high crime rate country, you buffoon."

"Atleast I'm actually trying to work!"

Hero sighs, watching as Teammate and Sidekick went back and forth in their argument.

Hero 2 only rolled her eyes, working on her laptop while Teammate 2 didn't seem to care.

Leader did care as he glared at the two. "Shut up, both of you. This is serious. Superhero gave us a mission, we need to fulfill it."

"Yeah, an impossible one." Teammate 2 snorts.

Leader turns his glare to her. "Enough with the snark. It's not impossible if we work hard and actually do something!" He snaps, annoyed.

"We are working hard!" Teammate 2 snaps all or a sudden, her eyes fiery. "We can't find him. It's fucking impossible. We can't even track him because we have no idea where he is or who he is."

Hero 2 nods. "And it's impossible because no one knows nothing about him. He literally lurks in the shadows, never revealing himself. What are we even supposed to track?"

Leader clenches his jaw, not caring whether they would work themselves to death. "We need to fucking find him somehow!" He growls.

Sidekick grunts. "I'm gonna take a break, I have a headache." He turns and walks out, muttering curses under his breath.

Hero spoke up. "Me too. I'm tired," she pulls all the files off her lap. "I'll be back in a moment." She gets off, ignoring Leader's glare on her back.

It was no secret he envied her. She had been working for centuries for their organization, being one of the best and most powerful heroes. But even if he was number 1, he always felt threatened by her. She may not look old, but her mind technically was.

She had years of experience.

Hero sighs, stepping out of the building. She takes a deep breath, smiling at the fresh air. She looks around the large vast area of the parking lot.

Looking around, she pulls out a pack of cigarettes. She lights one up, taking a slow drag. She had picked up the habit 2 months ago, needing a way to relax.

She found a way, a bad one, but still a way.

She closes her eyes, taking a long inhale before blowing out. She sighs, staring at it with a deep frown. She shouldn't have picked up the habit, but it's not like anyone would notice or care.

One person did, used too.

She shakes her head, taking another inhale. She hated this. Why did Superhero have to act all macho? It's not like anyone could catch him, it was freaking impossible.

Hero looks down, thinking everything over. Why did everything have to be so complicated. She stomps her cigarette on the floor with her shoe before heading inside, scowling.

When she had taken hee seat again, Sidekick had returned a few minutes later, fixing his clothes.

Teammate had glanced at him and roller her eyes.

Hero 2 had grabbed a board and had started drawing and writing on it with a marker while Teammate 2 watched.

Leader glanced up every once in a while as he typed on his laptop.

Hero sighs, continuing with her work.

It was a few minutes later when Leader shot up in his seat, his eyes wide. "Fuck!'

Hero 2 yelps. "What's wrong!" She turns to him, watching as he stared at his laptop.

Sidekick, Teammate, Hero 2 and Teammate 2 all hover around him. Hero frowns, but stands up to join him.

Her heart drops when she sees what it is.

"Someone sent an anyomous note, saying that Supervillain will be at the heroes and villains gala on Saturday." Leader spoke.

Hero 2 stared at the screen eagerly as Hero's heart dropped with fear and anticipation.

"Woah, it says they'll be planning to steal the documents that Mentor has." Teammate 2 frowns.

Sidekick smirks. "Well, atleast we finally got a clue."

"Pfft," Teammate scoffs. "We don't even know if it's real. What if someone is tricking us? What if they're lying?"

Hero 2 scoffs. "How could someone trick us? The laptop belongs to the industry, which has a very tight security wall. As if someone could hack us. This might be legit as someone clearly worked hard to send us this information."

"Yeah," Teammate 2 nods. "They might have even given their life for it. Any person who is even close to finding Supervillain, is found dead later on. He gets rid of them so easily."

Teammate frowns, but knows they have a point.

Hero stays silent, staring at the laptop. Was this true? How was this possible? Why? Why though?

"We neen to keep the documents and harddrive safe," Leader spkke sternly, his eyes narrowed.

"Agreed," Hero finally spoke up, nodding slowly.

"Me too," Hero 2 nods, Teammate 2 also nods.

Teammate rolls her eyes but nods. "Fine, fine. But if it's a scam....."

"Yeah, yeah." Sidekick scoffs. "I told you so and shit. So yeah, we need to keep them safe. We need to be prepared,"

Hero bites her lower lip.

"Good," Leader smiles, looking absolutely happy. "I'll go and inform and Superhero. He'll be so happy we finally found a lead."

Hero watched him as he left, feeling her heart start to sink.

"Oh, now we need to discuss what we'll wear." Hero 2 sqeals.

Sidekick only rolls his eyes.

..........

A few days went by, with that gala right around the corner.

Hero stayed silent as the team worked, analyzing everything and overthinking.

They debated how he would be there and how he came to be, seeing as the gala was invite only. But that shouldn't have been problem, seeing as who he was.

"But who sent it?" Teammate frowns.

"Probably someone now dead," Sidekick snorts.

Hero pursues her lips, looking down towards her laptop.

"Okay, everyone settle down." Leader called out, looking at his team. "We need to assign our positions."

"Oh, goody." Teammate 2 sighs.

"Alright," Hero says, putting her laptop down and turning her whole attention to him.

"Good." Leader nods. "Okay. So, we need lookouts, so Teammate and Teammate 2 will lookout for any suspicious activity."

The two nod obediently.

"Hero 2, you'll keep an eye of the documents, along with Sidekick."

Hero 2 frowns. "Seriously?"

"Do I have to work with her?" Sidekick scowls.

"Yes." Leader states sternly. "Both of you need to keep an eye on the documents. Stay near the office, take turns watching Superhero's office."

"Fine," Sidekick grumbled.

"Hero, you'll keep an eye on the hard-drive." Leader orders. "And I'll keep an update on you guys and keep Superhero informed, got it?" He raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, Leader."

.........

[star-critter]

My brain just gave me a crazy Deadly Four moment while in the shower :

Basically, Starline injures his arm on a misson and can't drive the team back to the base, and since Zavok can't fit in the driver's seat and the last thing Starline is doing is trusting one of the Skunk Bros to drive his truck, Mimic does.

Sure, it takes Mimic about 15 minutes to properly start the truck, but besides that, nothing is off.

Until they're all like an hour and 45 minutes into the drive, and Mimic says that he's surprised they haven't crashed, considering he never properly learned how to drive.

Starline immediately regrets placing trust in Mimic and starts trying to get him to switch out of the driver's seat. Mimic being stubborn, refuses, the two fight.

Zavok tries to break up the fight despite sitting in the back, meanwhile Tumble quietly watches as Rough unbuckles himself from the middle seat and starts sneakly stretching over and starts driving the truck while Starline & Mimic are fighting.

Mimic eventually realizes Rough is driving and threatens him to let go of the steering wheel, or he will push him out the window. Rough basically goes, "Bet?" and then Mimic nearly shoves him out the window. Rough quickly admits defeat, and Mimic practically tosses him back into the middle seat as Zavok tries to keep Tumble from trying to hurt Mimic for threatening his brother like that.

Starline & Mimic's fight continues until Zavok finally gets them both to shut up and cooperate with Starline telling Mimic what to do and Mimic doing it.

They begrudgingly agree because they don't want to end up in a crash today.

Rough and Starline switch seats, and the rest of the drive goes somewhat smoothly.

In conclusion : The Deadly Four is the most functional yet disfunctional villain group, and I love them for it

/pos /p