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Clark being annoying in the Marvel universe after getting accidentally transported there: well MY billionaire vigilante would never do this—
#tony: shut up about how upstanding and moral bstman is#Steve: wow this Batman guy sure seems like a good guy#Bruce: wow a Bruce who’s crazier than me nice#Natasha: he’s totally in love with him#Clint: brute?#Thor: I will challenge him to an arm wrestle on our Bruce’s honor#bruce wayne#batman#dc#superbat#clark kent#superman#clearing out OLD drafts#remember when I wrote dc/marvel crossovers?#sadly I do
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1966 - Clint Eastwood (Blondin), Eli Wallach (Tuco) and Lee Van Cleef (Sentenza) dans Le Bon, la brute et le truand de Sergio Leone / 1966 - Clint Eastwood (Blondie), Eli Wallach (Tuco) et Lee Van Cleef (Sentenza) in The Good, the Bad and the Ugly by Sergio Leone
Pour voir la vidéo cliquer sur : L'essentiel sur LE BON, LA BRUTE ET LE TRUAND de Sergio Leone (1965) présenté par Fabrice Calzettoni.
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L’essentiel sur Clint Eastwood
Texte : Fabrice Calzettoni © sgdl 2022
Fabrice Calzettoni est responsable de la médiation culturelle et animateur des ciné-conférences à l'Institut Lumière et au Festival Lumière, Lyon. Il est animateur des ciné-conférences.
#clint eastwood#eastwood#lee van cleef#eli wallach#sergio leone#fabrice calzettoni#le bon la brute et le truand#the good the bad and the ugly#western#ennio morricone
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Le Bon la Brute et le Truand avec Clint Eastwood Eli Wallach Lee Van Cleef
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shirt i saw at like hot topic or whatever
#fashion#Illustration#cat#photos#baby girl#oc tag#oc clint#oc brute#and hey i actually bothered w/ back ground. go figure.#sketchingskeletons
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La résurgence du cimetière de Sad Hill, cimetière de "Le Bon, la Brute et le Truand"
Nouvel article publié sur https://www.2tout2rien.fr/le-cimetiere-de-sad-hill/
La résurgence du cimetière de Sad Hill, cimetière de "Le Bon, la Brute et le Truand"
#cimetière#Clint Eastwood#le bon la brute et le truand#Sergio Leone#spaghetti#tombe#vidéo#western#cinema#imxok#voyage
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Call Me Mrs. Rogers
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader
Word Count: 8.7k
Warnings: not many, very brief mentions of death and some minor violence- this story is mostly just sassy arguing tbh
Genre: fluff
Summary: You have never gotten along with one Steve Rogers, at this point the rest of the team considers it a win if you two don't speak to each other for an entire day, at least then you aren't fighting. So when a briefing meeting results in you getting paired on an extended mission with him you are less than thrilled. It won't be easy but you're determined to get through it and who knows what'll happen.
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You check your watch as you walk down the halls of the Avengers tower heading towards the meeting room. When you push open the door everyone turns to look at you.
"Y/n. So nice of you to join us." Steve snarks at you from the front of the room.
"Oh I'm sorry were you waiting for me? I would've taken longer if I knew." You say lazily as you plop into a seat next to Wanda who has to hide her snicker at your words. Steve rolls his eyes at you but doesn't bother trying to retort. Your relationship with him always been somewhat contentious. You assume it's because he's a square.
"Now that everyone's here we can get started." Steve says passing out the briefing folders. You flip yours open and scan the words quickly as he begins talking.
"Alright, here's the situation; this is our target, Dusan Müller. Hydra scientist. Our sources say he's been hiding in a small town somewhere outside of central Italy." Steve explains.
"That's very nonspecific." You scoff.
"We've narrowed it down to one of five we simply need to check them out and find him and assuming he has help we need to do it without raising suspicion."
"So, espionage? Someone's going undercover?" Nat asks.
"That's the plan." He nods.
"Who's going and what's their cover?" Bucky asks.
"Based on some research we've done the most solid undercover would probably be a newlywed couple." Tony says.
"Wait what?" Wanda frowns.
"A few of the towns are travel hotspots for 'unconventional honeymoons'. A new couple touring Europe is least likely to raise questions. At the very least it'll take a while before anyone realizes the truth." He explains.
"Sooooo who are our newlyweds?" Nat prompts again.
"That's what we're going to figure out now." Steve says.
"You haven't decided yet?" You frown.
"There are a lot of factors. A discussion makes the most sense so we can account for as many as possible." He forces out through clenched teeth.
"Well y/n and I have tons of espionage experience." Nat says.
"We could always go together." You wink at her.
"And Steve's one of the strongest fighters." Wanda says.
"He's a lanky scientist will we need brute strength really?" You ask.
"Again we don't know who is helping so if he's not isolateable we might." Tony says.
"Well if we're listing them off Bucky's a pretty strong choice for top fighters too." You point out.
"Anyone helping a Hydra scientist would for sure notice me though, plus with the metal arm I might- draw more attention, because jackets in the middle of summer on a honeymood would be weird." Bucky explains shaking his head.
"I'd go but the whole billionaire playboy thing I wouldn't wanna risk being recognized." Tony shrugs.
"Where are Bruce and Clint? Are they not available for this mission?" Wanda asks suddenly.
"They are not. Other tasks are occupying their time." Tony tells her. "If you ask me I suggest Rogers and y/n go." He adds.
"Fuck off Stark." You roll your eyes.
"Actually based on my calculations the most favorable pairing for this mission is Captain Steve Rogers and Miss Y/n Y/l/n." Vision says. It's the first thing he's said the whole meeting, you'd almost forgotten he was in the room.
"What?" You scoff.
"No." Steve says at the same time.
"Vis, you might want to recalculate that one because the only thing we are most favorable for is driving each other crazy." You cross your arms.
"Miss Romanova is the only other member of the team as skilled in this area as you y/n, however, the chances of her being recognized are higher as you fight with a mask and she does not. Similarly, as Mr. Barnes has explained, his reputation as the Winter Soldier proceeds him, and it is an unnecessary risk to send him. Mr. Stark also has quite the reputation and I am a synthezoid that would also draw attention, leaving Captain Rogers the least conspicuous partner for you."
"And Wanda or Sam?" You ask.
"It is my understanding that Sam will be indisposed during part of the proposed timeframe and Wanda lacks proficiency in the skillset needed to successfully pull this off. It would be nothing short of foolish to test her undercover capabilities with such a high-stakes mission." Vision says.
"Fine." You relent. "I'll go undercover with Rogers if you insist it is the most advantageous option." You grumble.
"I can't believe this is happening." Steve shakes his head.
"When do we leave?" You ask.
"Tomorrow at noon."
"Feels a little short noticed for an extended mission don't you think?" You frown.
"I'm sorry will that be an inconvenience to your schedule?" The question is dripping with sarcasm.
"It's got fuck all to do with my schedule and everything to do with the protocol that this doesn't follow."
"What do you know about protocol?" Steve scoffs. You stand up sharply.
"First of all I've been going on missions for longer than you've been active in the 21st century secondly I've been on this team long enough to know there are protocols we follow for these things."
"Extenuating circumstances required us to work around protocol because we can't waste time."
"And that's all you had to say but instead you wanted to be petty and make me seem like a spoiled brat because I asked a valid question! Maybe nobody else will bother because it's not their mission but since I have to leave I sure as hell will question things as necessary."
"Or don't. You have your directives. You could try just following them."
"You would do well to remember, Captain, I am not one of your little soldiers. Around here we don't just blindly follow orders. I've watched that shit get people killed too many times."
"Alright let's all just calm-"
"I will see you on the launch pad tomorrow at noon. If you need me before then, don't." You cut off whatever Sam was going to say. You grab your briefing folder and storm out of the room angrily. It's not long after that Wanda and Natasha come into your room where you're shoving clothes into your duffle bag angrily.
"So, how do you plan to play husband and wife with someone that makes you want to commit a crime every time he speaks?"
"I'm gonna act. As if my life depends on it. Because it kinda does." You sigh. "Look I'm going to do my job and I will do it well, personal feelings aside. What do you even pack for a fake honeymoon in Europe?"
"Lingerie."
"Natasha!" You glare at her.
"Not for use, but if somebody ends up in your bags you want it to look like you're on honeymoon with a man you love, so a couple pairs of cute underwear couldn't hurt." She explains with a shrug.
"Honestly I think you should try to make a connection with him on some level. Find common ground to make this mission easier on you both. It would be good for the team in the future as well." Wanda says.
"No thank you." You shake your head.
"Wanda you're a genius I'm texting Sam." Natasha says.
"No. Why would you do that?" You frown.
"He's friends with Steve, maybe he'll have some insight on how to keep you from killing each other before you return." Natasha says.
"Dude I'm just trying to pack!" You huff.
"And we're trying to make sure any injuries sustained on this mission are not a result of infighting." She shrugs.
"I would never jeopardize a mission that way and you know that Nat." You point at her. Your door swings open again and Sam comes strolling in with Bucky in tow.
"Alright what're the girls gettin up to?" He asks.
"That took you a concerningly short amount of time to get here." You mutter.
"I brought Bucky too." Sam says.
"Why?"
"Well I figured this was gonna have to do with Steve and since he's the certified record-holding pal of our captain- couldn't hurt to have his input." Sam shrugs.
"I am just trying to pack and these two are in here chatting away. So join the party I guess." You mutter tossing more things on your bed.
"How long do you think you two will be gone?" Wanda asks.
"Hopefully no more than a week, but I'll pack enough for a couple days longer than that. Plus I know how to wash my clothes." You shrug.
"Anyway! Guys, we think y/n could benefit from finding some common ground with Steve and who better to ask than his boys!" Natasha explains to them.
"'We' being her and Wanda I have no interest in any of this actually." You clarify.
"Steve is- not a complex man." Bucky shrugs.
"No not complex just exasperating." You roll your eyes.
"Is there- a particular reason why you hate him so much?" Sam asks with a smirk.
"I don't hate him-"
"EURIKA!" He gasps and you shoot a confused look at him.
"You don't hate him?" Bucky hums.
"If I hated him nothing Vision said in that meeting room would convince me to do this mission. I don't even know if I'd be on the team with him if I felt that strongly about him." You explain. "Rogers is just such a stiff. He sees the world in a specific way and expects most things to adhere to that worldview. When they don't he gets naggy. It's aggravating."
"So, just to clarify; you do not hate him." Sam says.
"No. I don't. He's just boring and we don't get along because I don't like boring people and the way he talks to me is fucking rude. As if it's my fault that he's insipid." You scoff.
"Honestly that- feels like a start." Bucky nods.
"A start for what, exactly? I'm not the problem. We can't find common ground if he's not willing to lighten up."
"I mean if you're together for an entire week he can't be stuffy the entire time, right?" Sam shrugs.
"I don't care if he's stuffy the whole time. It's not a vacation. We don't need to have fun being a fake couple." You say.
"Honestly I think this mission will be good for your relationship with Steve. We're all on a team it's not good for you to fight with him all the time." Wanda says.
"This is feeling oddly intervention-like. Save it y'all, I just want to do my job and bring in this hydra creep." You say.
"It's not meant to be interventional, we just want to make this easier for you." She sighs.
"I don't really need it to be easier but I appreciate the attempt. Sammy, Bucky go about your business please and thank you." You sigh folding the last of your clothes and shoving them in your large travel duffle.
"Good luck this week lady." Bucky nudges you before tugging Sam out of your room.
"Are you kicking us out too?" Natasha smirks.
"At this point I should, but you don't listen anyway." You roll your eyes. You toss your travel toiletries bag into the duffle and couple of other travel essentials, a book, your mission suit, and some extra combat equipment, things of that nature and by the time you're done packing you, Wanda, and Nat have made plans for dinner later in the evening.
~*~*~
When you wake up the next morning you put on a sundress, chosen by Wanda who insisted if you were going to convince anyone you're on a honeymoon you need to look like you would on a date. After a nice breakfast, you grab your duffle from your room and stroll out to the helipad where Steve is already waiting with his arms crossed.
"You're late." Steve grunts as you approach.
"No I'm not. You said we leave at noon. It's noon now."
"We leave at noon means get here before."
"I told you I'd meet you here at noon. You can complain about the semantics of my arrival all you want but you're wasting the time you're so upset about me not adhering to." You say walking past him to get into the quinjet taking you into Europe. Steve stomps onto the jet behind you joining you at the front of the jet. You try not to laugh at the deep frown on his face as he prepares you for takeoff.
"We'll land in Italy where a truck is loaded up for us to take the rest of the way to our first town, and we'll be using the truck to get from town to town." Steve tells you.
"Yeah sure." You mutter grabbing your briefing file to read over again. You always read the information more than once to find anything valuable.
"Did you not- read the whole file yet?" He glances in your direction.
"Of course I did. I'm rereading. We've got like six hours to kill on this jet." You roll your eyes. You feel his gaze on you as you read but you ignore it and eventually he turns his attention back to the controls of the jet. It's in autopilot now but you're sure he'll spend the entire flight glaring at the instruments to make sure nothing goes wrong.
Once you land, you shove the folder into the bottom of your duffle and sling the bag over your shoulder beating Steve to the three agents meeting you at the landing site.
"Hello miss y/l/n." One of them nods to you.
"Hi y'all." You smile at her.
"This will be your transportation for the duration of your trip. There are supplies and gear tucked under the backseat and a radio to contact us if necessary in the center console and your passports are in the glove box." The same agent details to you, pointing to a silver fiat pickup truck. When Steve joins you one of the other agents tosses him the keys.
"We're good to go?" Steve asks the first agent.
"All set, like I was telling miss y/l/n there's emergency supplies and a radio stashed in the vehicle and your destinations are programmed into the GPS system." She nods.
"Is that such a good idea?" You ask with a frown.
"The truck is Stark tech it only says fiat to blend in because they're common in Italy but, nobody's gonna be able to track you with it, or even plot your route. It's biometrically activated." She explains.
"That's better." You nod. You throw your bag into the back of the truck and climb into the passenger seat. You grab your passport out of the glovebox the name on it says Alissa Rogers and Steve's says Grant.
"We'll be in touch." Steve nods one last time before loading his stuff in and settling into the driver's side. He pulls off quickly and you watch as the scenery changes the further you drive towards the small town you'll be staying in.
"Hope you brushed up on your Italian. You're less likely to find English speakers in the countryside like this." You say opening a snack you'd brought along in case you got hungry before you could get food.
"Tony assured me the place he booked was tourist friendly." Steve mumbles.
"I mean sure but what if you have to talk to the locals? Or will that be up to me?"
"As if you speak Italian." He scoffs.
"I speak several languages actually. Side effect of being trained to be an international spy." You shrug and Steve doesn't have a rebuttal for that so he focuses on driving and you munch away on your snacks. A short while later you make it to the small inn you'll be staying at. It's cozy looking, exactly what you'd expect for the town you drove into. It looks like the kind of place where most of the people know each other. With your bag tossed across your back, you follow Steve into the inn where he grabs the attention of the woman at the desk.
"Excuse me, hi we're looking to check in. We have a reservation. Should be under Rogers, first name Grant." Steve says smoothly with a charming smile.
"Oh yes you booked a honeymoon package!" The woman gushes happily as she types away at her keyboard. You have to refrain from reacting when she says that. Looks like it's showtime.
"Yeah we just got married, we're traveling through Europe for our honeymoon." You tell her with a fake dreamy look on your face. You even wrap your hands around Steve's arm affectionately.
"Oooo traveling through Europe! Sounds so exciting and romantic." The woman beams.
"It has been so far! We're still very early into our plans but, so far it's been everything I've dreamed of and more." You sigh softly. The woman lets out a barely there squeal about how cute you are and how lovely newlyweds tend to be before sliding your room keys onto the desk.
"Here are your keys cara mia! Try to rest if he allows." She winks at you and you laugh although the innuendo in her statement makes Steve stiffen beside you.
"Grazie! Oh! Do you have any food suggestions, we've been driving for a while to get here." You ask her.
"Ah most people cook around here but there's Nino's! It's the best place nearby. I'll give you the address." She quickly scribbles the address onto some spare paper she has at the desk and hands it to you.
"Thanks so much, ma'am. Have a good night." Steve finally finds his voice to bid the kind nonna farewell before leading you off with a hand at your back.
"Oh what a sweet old lady." You smile as you walk up the stairs to find your room.
"You settled into the lovestruck newlywed thing very quick." Steve observes.
"Well yeah, this isn't my first rodeo and honestly hopelessly in love is not even close to the hardest part I've had to play on a mission." You scoff.
"Clearly, you're very good at this."
"Yeah that's probably why Vision thought I'd be best for the job." You shrug unlocking your room and tossing your bag to the side.
"There's- only one bed." Steve points out with wide eyes.
"Of course there is. We're supposed to be a newlywed couple on our honeymoon, why would we have a room with two beds?"
"Well I can call down for extra blankets and set up on the floor or-"
"Don't be ridiculous. If you want to sleep in the bed it's king sized, I'm sure we can manage to share." You scoff.
"I just figured it'd be easier if we-"
"It's not a big deal to me Rogers, the main thing is if someone like came to the door and saw pillows and blankets set up on the floor it would hurt the hopelessly devoted story we're trying to sell."
"Hopelessly devoted?" He frowns.
"It's a song from Grease, an old 70s movie. Don't worry about it. Point is, it'll be odd if anyone sees you set up on the floor. Unless you prefer sleeping on straight wood." You shrug.
"I don't." He frowns.
"So don't make it a thing. Which by the way, you kept Rogers for this mission?"
"Yeah, Tony figured it was common enough that it wouldn't matter. Grant's my middle name."
"Hm, interesting. Well, I'm Alissa, apparently. Should we check out that restaurant the nonna suggested?"
"You feel like going to dinner?"
"I mean she said most folks around here cook so tomorrow I'll hit some of the street stands and you can try asking around subtly for any information on our target."
"Shouldn't you do the asking around? I mean what happens when I end up talking to someone that doesn't speak English?"
"You can introduce them to your gorgeous Italian speaking wife, or hope they have nothing important to say." You shrug. "I think you can handle it. You coming with me to get something to eat or not dude?"
"Uh yeah I guess."
The two of you have a semi awkward dinner playing the happy in love couple for anyone that walks pass while not really talking to each other. When you return to your room you take turns showering and getting ready for bed without saying a word to each other.
"Do you care what side you sleep on?" Steve eventually asks.
"Not particularly."
"Then I will take the side by the door. If that's okay?" Steve suggests.
"If that's what you want. Sure." You shrug tossing the comforter back and getting under it on your designated side. Why he's acting so awkward about the whole thing makes no sense to you but honestly most of his actions make no sense to you. Curled up on one side of the bed you quickly fall asleep, all the travel has certainly tired you out.
Light peaking through the curtain slowly pulls you from sleep in the morning. As you gain consciousness you get more aware of a weight across your body. A weight that doesn't move even as you shift in bed. It's an arm, attached to a body, that's apparently close enough that you can feel the heat radiating from it and the realization makes you scramble out of bed so suddenly you wake Steve too.
"You don't strike me as a cuddly sleeper Rogers." You clip. You can see in his eyes that he's struggling for a response but you grab your duffle and rush into the bathroom before he can find one. You get yourself together and leave pretty quickly with a comment to Steve about making sure he does what you agreed on when he gets on with his day.
With a tote in hand, you scan the different stands in town stopping to buy various produce and things. By the time you'd settled in yesterday and doubled back out for dinner most of the town had gone quiet, it's nice to see everyone out now and survey things. When you're looking at some bracelets at one shop, you overhear a conversation between the woman behind the counter and someone sitting off to the side near her. They're speaking in Italian but you clearly catch one of them gushing about the increase in handsome foreigners in their small town. You giggle a bit, loud enough for them to notice.
"Excuse me, I don't mean to interject." You smile apologetically, speaking to them in Italian. "I just caught the last bit of your conversation and well, I take it you've met my husband is all."
"The American is your husband?" One of them gasps.
"Yes he is. Was he here?" You ask her.
"Briefly, he said he was looking for 'trinkets' for friends." The one behind the counter says to you. She says trinkets in English with a confused scrunch of her nose.
"Sounds like him. Do you see a lot of Americans here?" You ask.
"No not Americans often. There was a really handsome German here a couple of days ago." She shakes her head.
"German? Really?" You blink.
"Oh yeah, I remember him. He was tall and thin with a beard and big round glasses and his eyes were bright, almost yellow." The seated woman says.
"Yeah! He didn't talk much but he was much friendlier by the time he left and he spoke with a heavy accent." The lady behind the register adds.
"Was he here long?"
"Probably around 3 weeks." The woman at the register says.
"Did he say where he was going?"
"Well he asked me where the next town to us was, even had me point it out on a map." She tells you.
"Interesting. Must be nice to see new faces sometimes. I'll take these two bracelets." You say placing two items on the counter. With all that chatting you definitely need to buy something before leaving, plus they're so cute you're sure Wanda will love them. The woman checks you out and after a bit more looking around, you head back to your hotel. There's a kitchen on the main floor that you can use to prepare food since that's the norm, plus with this information you'll probably be on your way in the morning. When you return to your room, Steve isn't there, which is fine, you take advantage of the empty suite to take a long hot shower. Eventually you step out and put on lotion before stepping out into the room to grab your clothes.
"You take incredibly long showers." Steve's voice makes you jump as you notice him at the desk in the corner.
"Holy fucking hell." You hiss clutching your chest.
"Forgot you shared this room?"
"No, you weren't here when I got back, hence the long shower, and I didn't realize you were back." You huff, using your towel as a cover you pull on your underwear and shorts. Steve's head is focused on whatever he's reading over at the desk so you let the towel drop to put on your sleep shirt with your back to him.
"You should really pay better attention to your surroundings." Steve mutters.
"Fuck off." You scoff.
"I'm just saying you should totally have noticed I was in here before I spoke."
"Who cares man? Did you find anything interesting out today?"
"Not much, I talked to some guys about visitors but none of them had a lot to say, just that sometimes they come."
"Well I heard a German man was here for around three weeks before asking for directions to the next town over."
"Really? Where did you hear that?"
"Some women in a jewelry store."
"And you think this is legit?"
"I mean it's just street gossip so I don't have a way to verify really but it's definitely a promising lead."
"You're sure it's the right man? I mean 'a German' doesn't exactly scream Müller was here."
"Well I couldn't slap a photo in front of them and ask for clarification but they described him as tall and thin with a beard and big round glasses and bright 'almost yellow' eyes. I dunno I'd say that's a pretty close match if you ask me."
"You found information pretty quickly."
"There are very few things that transcend language, borders, gender et cetera, one of them is that people like to gossip. You find the right people and ask the right questions they will tell you any and everything."
"Then we need to move."
"In the morning."
"Why would we not move now? We have a lead we shouldn't let it go cold."
"If the women from the shop were telling the truth chances are he'll be there a couple weeks before we have to worry about him moving. I think we can afford to start fresh in the morning. Plus we don't have a plan. If we move now it's impulsive and foolish."
"We have a plan, find this guy and apprehend him."
"That's not a plan that's an objective. How do we find him Rogers? And how do we move when we do find him? Are you implying we just tackle him in the middle of town if that's where we see him? I mean even a half-baked skeleton of an idea is better than absolutely nothing." You roll your eyes.
"Do you have a plan you'd like to propose?" He glares at you.
"No, that's why I'm saying we wait til morning. So we have time to come up with one. He's probably going to be there for a couple weeks, we have 8 hours to spare."
"You don't know that."
"Obviously I don't, but he doesn't know we're looking for him he has no reason to rush out of there. If he was here for 3 weeks why would he leave there in 2 days?"
"Fine! We will leave tomorrow morning. Bright and early. 8am."
"Yes sir, drill sergeant." You say with a mock salute. "I'm going to make food downstairs, would you like some?"
"Trying to poison me?"
"If I were, you wouldn't know until it was too late." You smile.
"In that case, I'll pass."
"Suit yourself. If you wanna make yourself something, there are more groceries." You shrug grabbing a few things you need before leaving the room. You make yourself dinner and sit in the lobby to eat, chatting with the woman at the desk, it's the same nonna who checked you in so you offer her some food while you talk. Eventually, you head back up to your room where Steve is still hunched over the desk.
"Okay. So when we get there tomorrow we need to focus on finding him while keeping a low profile so we can figure out the most effective way to apprehend him." Steve says.
"Do we have an extraction plan?"
"I mean I've thought of a couple ways to go about it, if he's in a lodging situation, like this one, we should try for stealth. Moving at night would be the safest choice, to minimize the likelihood of civilian endangerment. If he's staying somewhere alone, apprehension isn't super important, if he's staying somewhere with someone I'd say again stealth is-"
"That's fine I guess but not at all what I meant. Do we have a plan for getting us and him back to the US? Because this was expected to take at least a week and at this rate, we'll be ready to move in like half that time."
"I... will contact the team when we're on the road in the morning and we'll plan our apprehending around how quickly they can mobilize." Steve says.
"Good." You say crawling into bed with a book. You put on music and read quietly while Steve does, who knows what at the desk. He eventually gets up and shuffles into the bathroom. You hear the shower running for a while before he comes out in shorts, using a towel to dry his hair. You barely glance up from your novel as he pads around the room. You don't speak with Steve for the rest of the night. You read, and he does whatever he does until you both eventually turn in at different times.
The next morning you wake to the sound of shuffling around you and when you open your eyes Steve is darting around the room.
"Good. You're awake. Get up and get ready so we can leave." Steve says curtly.
"What's the matter Stevie? Not much of a morning person?" You snark back without getting out of bed.
"I looked it up, the drive we're in for is almost four hours. The sooner we get on the road the better so we can actually get this done. Which means I need you to get up so we can get out of here."
"Sounds to me like you need a Snickers." You snort.
"Excuse me?" His head snaps to you with narrowed eyes.
"A snickers, you know, the candy bar- their slogan is 'you're not you when you're hungry' I'm making a joke about you being cranky- I cannot believe I just had to explain that to you. You really are a grumpy old man, you'd give Scrooge a run for his money sheesh." You scoff, finally pushing yourself out of bed.
"Are you just going to make silly pop culture references all day?" He rolls his eyes.
"Who knew you'd be such a Grinch so early."
"So that's a yes? The Grinch is a Christmas movie."
"So is Scrooge but they're grumpy all year round it's just worse around the holidays. Which begs the question, is the attitude just for little ol me, or does the Italian countryside always make you this prickly?" You smirk.
"Just. Get. Dressed." He says through clenched teeth. You roll your eyes at his grumbly attitude and grab your clothes to change in the bathroom.
"There's some fruit amongst the groceries by the way. I suggest you have one, might put some pep in your step." You taunt before shutting your bathroom door.
"It won't be so bad! Maybe you'll find a way to connect with him! Steve's not a complex man." You mock all your friends in the mirror as you put yourself together. "Complex?! God, I wish! He's about as complex as a cardboard box with half the personality. Honestly if only he were complex that'd be so much easier." You rant to yourself. "Thank the stars the universe practically dropped this guy's location in our lap because there is no way I'd survive a week with this guy." You grumble. You change your clothes and brush your teeth letting out one more deep breath before leaving the bathroom.
"Alright. Ready to go when you are." You say tossing your things into your bag and zipping it up.
"Good. Let's go." Steve grabs his bag and practically storms out of your hotel room without a second thought. You pick up your duffle and what's left of the produce you brought and trot down to the lobby where Steve's already checking you out.
"Hello!" You smile at the woman behind the desk.
"Hello darling! So sad to see you go so soon!" She smiles at you.
"We'd love to stay longer but there's so much to see and not nearly enough hours of our trip." You say wrapping your arm around Steve's and resting your head on his shoulder dreamily "Isn't that right Grant?" You sigh.
"Yeah! We've got so many plans! But the stay here has been lovely." Steve says smiling at you with kindness that even you almost believe is sincere. It makes you want to put ten feet between you and you have to force yourself not to react outwardly. With one last goodbye to the woman at the counter, you and Steve leave the hotel and load your things into your truck. As soon as Steve starts driving he uses the communication system to contact Tony.
"Rogers. Status report?"
"We have a lead that we're following and need to know how quickly we can be extracted from Italy if we've successfully located the target." Steve tells him.
"Have you located the target?" Tony asks.
"I spoke to a woman that says she gave our target directions to another town over so we suspect he'll be there." You interject.
"What if he's moved?" Tony asks.
"Well based on what the woman said, he was around for a few weeks before he left so I think it's safe to say he's likely still there." You say.
"We can extract you as quickly as tonight if you're able to apprehend the target."
"That would be-"
"Too soon. Can you plan for an extraction tomorrow morning?" You cut Steve off and he shoots you a glare momentarily.
"Tomorrow morning?" Tony clarifies.
"Yes. Assuming our lead is correct we'll be ready to go early in the morning." You say.
"Yeah sure. We'll get you a jet and leave it in a holding pattern. Say, 6am?" Tony asks.
"That should give us enough time. If something changes we'll let you know." You say. Tony mumbles an affirmative before disconnecting and you put your headphones on for the remainder of the drive with your head in your book. When the four hour drive ends and Steve pulls up to where you'll be staying you push open the door and hop out of the truck. Steve sorts out your room with the owner of the small hotel you're staying in and practically slams the door when you're in your room.
"Why would you tell Tony to set us up for tomorrow and not tonight? If they could be ready tonight we should take tonight!"
"I thought we were on the same mission but it appears that you are somewhere else because we don't even know where this man is. We just got here and even if we walked outside and saw him right now we can't exactly snatch him in the middle of the day. What happened to that spiel about 'stealth to minimize the likelihood of endangering civilians'? If they plan to extract us tonight that is not a reasonable timeframe and I'm sure you know that. You're just picking fights for no reason." You roll your eyes. Not to mention he waited hours to bring it back up- who stews this long over a departure time?
"Eight hours seems like a pretty reasonable timeframe for me. My fault for overestimating your capabilities."
"If you think I couldn't do this shit in eight hours you're smoking. On my own, I'd have no problem with an eight hour timeline but we are not the team that can be rushing into a mission like this when we don't know what the details are. Honestly Rogers whatever your fucking problem is table it. We have someone to find and we're pretty far from the landing pad so we need to be done and on our way in like twelve hours. I am going to start tracking down our target so we can actually arrest this guy. Skulk in here if you want." You grab your sunglasses and (mostly prop) tote bag and leave Steve in your room. You can't fathom why Steve is annoyed that you asked for a few extra hours to make sure you can actually complete this mission but that's his problem. The sun feels nice on your skin as you walk around surveying people from behind your big sunglasses. When you walk into a small cafe after some time and scan the few customers you almost miss the face you've memorized from your briefing file. He's sitting in a corner eating with a newspaper. You order something small to not raise suspicion and eat it quickly before exiting the shop. There are lots of places to give you a vantage point of the cafe's entrance so you pick one and wait out of sight for Müller to come out. Eventually, he strolls out of the cafe and turns left so carefully, using buildings as cover, you follow Müller for some time. He doesn't stop anywhere until he comes to a small house at basically the edge of town. You watch the house for a while hoping that he'll leave for you to check it out a bit closer. When it starts to pass a half hour you ruffle through your tote for one of the random prototype gadets Tony's always giving you to test out. One of the things is a little box holding a buglike device. You remember him explaining this one, it's supposed to do surveillance. You open the box and turn it on, feeling your phone vibrate in your pocket indicating it's connected. You locate an open window and release the camera bug towards Müller's house, making sure it gets inside before heading back to your hotel to make a plan.
"What have you been doing for the last two hours?" Steve asks as soon as you walk back into your room.
"Tracking Müller. Like I said I would. Did you just sit and sulk?"
"No." Steve glares. "Did you find him?"
"Yes I did. It looks like he's staying alone too." You say passing your phone to Steve for him to see the footage from the bug camera.
"Wait you planted a camera?"
"I saw him in town and followed him til he ended up at this house. Then I used one Tony's little doodads. It's a camera the size of a bug that can fly like one too."
"So you know where this is?"
"Yes I do. It's practically at the edge of town. We should have no problem getting to him later."
"Okay." He nods. "Alright so here's what we'll do. We'll track him with this camera til nightfall and then we'll go get him. It should be quick, sneak in knock him out and get him loaded into the truck."
"Yeah okay." You nod, taking your phone back from Steve. Periodically you check the camera bug that follows Müller around his temporary home over the next several hours. Just before the sun goes down, you notice something odd when you're checking the footage. Müller's moving frantically about, it looks like- he's packing.
"Müller's on the move." You say grabbing the keys to the truck and rushing out of your hotel. Steve runs out behind you.
"Y-Alissa wait!" Steve calls as you start the truck and he almost doesn't get in quick enough as you pull away. "Geez y/n where's the fire?" He asks.
"It looks very much like Müller is about to get the hell outta dodge. We need to move now." You say.
"Wait a second this is very much not what we were planning to-"
"Yeah well that's gonna have to change the man is packing his bags as we speak."
"Are you sure that's what you saw I mean-"
"Rogers argue with me later." You grumble out. Driving, the trip to Müller's is much shorter and you're there in only a few minutes. You hop out immediately even as Steve calls for you to give it a minute. No way are you letting him get away when he's right here. You burst into the small home, that's really just one room and shock the man inside so hard he almost trips. He's quick to get his barings though and lunges at you, grabbing a kitchen knife on his way towards you. You dodge him pretty easily even though he weilds the knife much better than you'd expect of a labcoat. He manages a couple scratches before disarm him and take him down with a plate to the head.
"Dammit y/n. I told you to wait." Steve grits out angrily as you drag Müller towards the truck that's still running.
"What's the big deal? We got our guy." You shrug, folding Müller into the backseat awkwardly."
"Maybe you were too busy charging like a bull to notice that we've drawn attention." He hisses.
"So let's hit the fucking road." You roll your eyes and climb into the passenger seat of the car. Steve lets out an angry huff but gets in the driver side and begins your trip back to the launch pad in central Italy. It'll take you most of the night to get there but you let Tony know to expedite the jet since you'll definitely be there before 6am. At some point, you have to sedate Müller when he starts to groan in the back seat. By the time you make it to the launch pad, agents are waiting with the jet.
"Agent y/l/n, Captain Rogers. Welcome back." One of the agents nods at you both when you exit the truth.
"Hey Jackson. Müller's in the backseat- mind grabbing him for me?" You smile as you tug your duffle out of the car.
"Of course." He nods opening the back door and hauling Müller's still unconscious body from the truck to the jet with ease.
"I could've handled that." Steve says to you.
"Who cares? I probably could've handled it too but we have bags to grab and the fewer trips the better." You roll your eyes.
"The jet's fueled and prepped for takeoff and our reports indicate clear weather so it should be smooth travels." Agent Jackson says to you, although Steve is likely going to monopolize flying.
"Thanks. Then I guess we'll be off." You say heading onto the jet. You toss your bag down and take a moment to secure Müller to the seat he's in at the back of the jet while Steve talks to the agents for a few minutes before following you into the aircraft.
"Make sure he's secure." Steve tosses at you as he passes.
"No shit Sherlock." You roll your eyes, getting into your seat up front next to him and strapping yourself in as he prepares to fly.
"If he wakes midair we don't wanna worry about him ambushing us."
"First of all what're the chances that guy would even be able to take us both? Secondly, I'm not an idiot, he's chained to that seat. Even if he wakes up he's not going anywhere." You scoff.
"To your question; better safe than sorry."
"Yeah whatever." You mutter.
"Not whatever, in fact, speaking of, you were extremely reckless last night." Steve says sternly.
"I was instinctive."
"Oh please. You rushed over there without a plan, ignored my instructions, and charged in carelessly. What if he was armed? Not to mention the fact that people noticed that something was going on. You could've gotten somebody hurt."
"First of all he was armed technically and as you can see, not a scratch on me so can it. You saw just as well as I did that he was packing his things Rogers, the man was about ready to flee and we could not lose him."
"We had a plan-"
"Plans change Rogers its not the end of the world."
"It is when you put people at risk dang it. If you had just followed-"
"If I didn't move when I did we could've missed our chance entirely. He wouldn't be here if I followed 'the plan' that didn't account for a frantic relocation of our target. I made sure the mission got done and the only person at risk was myself which would be the case regardless because that comes with the territory."
"You-"
"God are you two married or something?" Müller's voice shocks you even as you and Steve respond immediately.
"NO!" You shout together.
"You argue like a couple." Müller muses.
"You are so very wrong about that assumption." You scoff.
"Well I was only pointing out-"
"Don't. As a matter of fact if you speak again Müller you'll spend the remainder of this flight strapped to the outside of the jet like a cannoe."
"Can you even do that?"
"Do you really wanna find out?" You glare at him. That effectively shuts him up and cuts your argument with Steve short so the rest of your flight is flown in silence. When you land, it's you who unchains Müller from his seat and puts him cuffs to drag him out of the jet.
"Thank God that's over, the tension between you and the obstinate man was getting unbearable." Müller says.
"Whatever you were sensing was not tension. We barely get along." You roll your eyes.
"Does he know that?"
"Excuse me?"
"When you aren't paying attention he looks at you as if you're responsible for the stars in the sky."
"Those glasses of yours must be the wrong prescription." You scoff.
"You may think me many things but a fool should never be one. You might not agree but some things are easier to observe as an outsider."
"When it comes to people I'd take advice from a Nazi scientist is absolutely not on the list so please save it." You say.
"Y/n! We'll take him from here." An agent grabs your attention as you make it to the building. The walk from the helipad has never felt so long.
"Consider what I said." Müller says as he's dragged off.
"What he said?" Steve frowns from behind you.
"Just- mindless blathering." You grumble walking off to your room. You are not about to let some idiot you just met with no idea who you are get in your head about something he absolutely does not understand.
"Y/N! YOU'RE BACK!" Wanda bursts into your room just after you've closed he door.
"You are- always the first to find me." You chuckle as she throws her arms around you.
"I missed you so much! I almost called you like five times."
"Wanda I was only gone for like four days." You laugh.
"And the HBIC has returned." Natasha strolls in and sits on your bed.
"Hello to you too Nat." You chuckle.
"So? How was it?" Wanda asks.
"Well I didn't shove a dagger between his shoulderblades." You shrug and Natasha laughs.
"Oh come on, that can't be all you've got to say." Wanda scoffs.
"Honestly Wanda not stabbing him in the spine is a pretty raving review for a mission where I had to pretend to be his honeymooning wife."
"Did you even have to play the loving couple?" Natasha asks.
"Well when we got to the first place the woman checking us in was a lovely old Italian woman who was very interested in the fact that we were honeymooning so around her we did have to do the hand holding and dreamy sighing for her sake." You shrug.
"You made it back pretty quickly." Natasha points out.
"I'm efficient." You shrug.
"What does that mean?" Wanda asks.
"It means I tracked down Müller with the help of some gossiping women in town and good old fashion espionage then I made sure he didn't get away once we found him by apprehending him when I realized he was definitely about to vacate. Much to Steve's dismay apparently."
"His dismay?" Wanda frown.
"He lectured me twice because we had a plan and I had to make a change last minute when I saw the guy frantically packing his bags on our little surveillance bug."
"Wait so what was his problem?" Natasha frowned.
"We had a plan and I couldn't follow it. If I'd listened to him we totally would've lost Müller all together. He just hates when he's not the one calling the shots. It's like any decision I make that's not his idea is wrong. I know I said I don't hate him but man does he make it hard to believe that."
"The way you butt heads- I can't believe you made it home and in four days no less." Nat shakes her head.
"Like I said I'm efficient. And personal feelings will never stop me from completing a mission. You can say lots of things about me but you'd be lying if you said I don't do my job well." You shrug. A knock on your doorframe grabs your attention to find Steve standing in the still open doorway of your bedroom.
"Hi Nat, Wanda." He nods to them.
"Welcome back Steve!" Wanda waves.
"Hey Rogers." Natasha nods.
"Y/n, we need to talk." Steve says looking at you.
"If you're going to complain again about me not sticking to your plan save your breath. I have better things to do and if you have that much free time I suggest you follow my example and find a better way to spend it." You roll your eyes.
"It's not that."
"Then what do you want?"
"Alone, please." Steve glances at Natasha and Wanda who look at you.
"Go. I'll talk to you later girls." You tell them and they quickly slip out of your room. "Make it quick Rogers I just spent 4 days with you and I think that is plenty for us for a while."
"What Müller was saying-"
"On the jet? He's an idiot, who cares? As if anyone with sense would assume we're married the way we argue." You scoff.
"Not on the jet. After we landed. His, 'mindless blathering' as you put it."
"Are you expecting a play by play of that conversation because it was so inconsequential I've already forgotten most of it-"
"I heard him. My hearing is- better than average so, I know what he said."
"So did you just ask for funsies earlier?" You frown.
"Well no I just wondered what you'd say about it."
"He doesn't know either of us so I have nothing to say about it. The ramblings of some criminal are the last thing on my mind so if you've come here to tell me not to pay him attention I already wasn't-"
"You are so frustrating." Steve huffs out.
"Excuse me? What is your problem?!" You blink at him.
"My problem is you! You are my sole source of torment!"
"The fact that you are a boring bitch is not my fault! How am I the source of your torment you walking piece of styrofoam!?"
"Oh where do I begin with you?! Your smile makes my heart ache!"
"Yeah well you- wait, what?" Your eyes widen as you process his words, retort dying when you realize he didn't actually insult you.
"You walk into a room and it immediately lights up. Your laugh is better than symphonies. You are so effortlessly so amazing that you've enthralled me without trying. It's incredibly annoying." He rattles off.
"I- I'm really confused." You frown.
"Damn it y/n I'm in love with you!" He forces out. Plot twist. You totally did not see that coming.
"You're in love with me?"
"Somehow yes and everything you do makes it worse. It's infuriating to know my life is no longer mine and that is in in fact yours."
"This is the most paradoxical love confession I've ever gotten. Do you want, an apology or a date?" You ask.
"Wait- what?" Now it's his turn to give you a wide eyed stare.
"Well, you're in love with me but you seem to be very... inconvenienced by it so- should I be saying sorry or telling you to plan a date for Friday night?"
"Wait y-you'd go on a date with me?" His brow furrows.
"If you'd ask me on one."
"I thought you hated me?"
"You're critical of everything I do. So I intentionally get on your nerves. If I had known it was because you had a crush on me I might've been nicer to you. We aren't in kindergarten though Steve being mean to someone you like doesn't get you anywhere." You cross your arms.
"So- will you go on a date with me?"
"Yes I'll go on a date with you. Does Friday night work for you?"
"Friday's Perfect. I'll- let you know the details once I sort them out."
"Alright. I'm going to finish unpacking. I'll see you around." You smile.
"Kay." Steve's cheeks tinge slightly pink as he smiles at you in that shy 'you make me nervous way'.
"Anything else?" You ask when he doesn't move.
"Oh! N-no. I- I'm gonna go." He tells you.
"Okay. See ya." You chuckle as he scrambles out of your room. You can't believe you have a date with Steve Rogers. He may not be a complex man but he sure is a confusing one. To think all those times he was picking fights with you was because he had a crush- you almost hate the way it makes you giddy to think about it. But honestly who could stand a chance against a love confession like that? His life is yours?! You've never even heard him speak so dramatically before. When he came in here you said four days was more than enough time for you to spend to gehter and now well, let's just say you can't wait for Friday.
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WELL THEN. If we are doing prompts. Stony, one stupid, repeated argument they have. Gimme all the petty stable relationship feels 🤣
Squabbling Stony, coming right up!
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Clint was munching on a handful of chips, walking out of the elevator when he noticed the smell of tomato sauce wafting from the kitchen. He followed it through the living room, stopping when he saw Tony slumped over on the couch table, his head in his hands.
“Hey. What’s up?”
“I’m gonna kill him,” Tony mumbled under his breath, and Clint put the pieces together in his head.
“Are you doing the spaghetti thing?”
“The what?” Tony asked in a voice that threatened imminent violence.
“You are, aren’t you,” Clint said, not bothering to hide the disgust in his voice. “Fucking hell, how many times are you going to fight over this? Just let the man live.”
“It’s an insult to my heritage,” Tony said gravely, not raising his head. “And if you take his side, you can both go to hell.”
“They’re noodles, Tony,” Steve shouted from the kitchen. “They’ll end up in your stomach either way.”
“My ancestors are crying,” Tony lamented. “Nonna is turning in her grave.”
Clint rolled his eyes. “Who cares if you break them or not?”
Tony whipped around, giving him a look of utter betrayal. “Blasphemy!”
“I’m sure the spaghetti gods will forgive me,” Clint said as Steve came into the room, wiping his hands on a dish towel.
“Dinner will be ready in twenty,” he said, and Tony glared daggers at him.
“I’m not eating that.”
Steve sighed. “Tony, come on…”
“No. You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”
Steve gave him an incredulous look. “Over noodles? Seriously?”
“Maybe then you’ll finally learn to respect spaghetti,” Tony said, and Clint snorted.
“Well, if you’re not supposed to break them, maybe they should just make them shorter from the get go.”
Tony pointed at him, outraged. “You take that back, you uncultured swine.”
“Or what, you gonna make me sleep on the couch too?” Clint asked, clapping Steve on the shoulder. “Movie marathon at my place, I guess.”
“If you watch Zootopia without me again, I will never forgive you,” Tony hissed, right as Natasha came in, looking between the three of them.
“Is this another spaghetti thing?”
“There is no spaghetti thing!” Tony roared, and Natasha raised an eyebrow.
“So Steve looks like a kicked puppy for some other reason?”
“I’m sleeping on the couch tonight,” Steve explained, a note of sadness in his voice. Clint caught the way Tony’s eye twitched at the sound. “Because of noodles.”
“Maybe you should stop breaking them,” Natasha suggested, and Tony whirled around to gesture at her with both hands, staring at Steve and Clint with wide eyes like, See?
“But they’re so inconvenient to eat,” Steve said, earning himself another huff from Tony.
“Inconvenient. I’ll show you inconvenient when I shove my fist up your ass.”
The elevator dinged, and Bruce stuck his head in.
“I smell tomato sauce.” A pause. “Are they having the spaghetti fight?”
“Nobody asked you,” Tony grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Clint didn’t miss the hopelessly fond look on Steve’s face when he looked at Tony. Christ, that boy was whipped. “I’ll order pizza instead.”
“That’s rude, Tony. Steve cooked for us,” Bruce said, and Tony gave him a betrayed look.
“Et tu, Brute?”
“We still have some uncooked spaghetti left,” Steve said, putting a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “I didn’t break them yet. Do you want those?”
Tony looked at Steve’s hand, then wrinkled his nose and met his eyes. “You’re still on thin ice tonight.”
“I’ll throw in a glass of wine and some parmigiano?”
Clint saw Tony’s mouth twitch with an unwilling smile at Steve’s horrible Italian pronunciation. Then he sighed, covering Steve’s hand with his own. “Fine. But I reserve the right to judge you on your choice of wine.”
“Deal.” Steve bent down to kiss Tony, and Clint rolled his eyes, stretching his arms over his head.
“Great. Now that that’s over, let’s eat. I’m starving.”
“Good idea.” Tony let Steve pull him to his feet, walking over to the kitchen - and stopping dead in his tracks. “Steve?”
“Hm?”
“Why is there ketchup on the counter?” Tony asked in a deceptively mild tone, and Clint sighed, dropping down on the couch as Steve started stammering excuses.
“Wake me up when they’re done,” Clint said, lying down with his arms crossed behind his head. “Should only take a couple hours.”
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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 28 2023:
His inheritance chapter 30: Illusions (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @jtargaryen18 💚💙❤️🖤
Big girls don’t cry prologue (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holylulusworld 💚💙
And mine you shall be (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @wint3r-h3art ❤️🖤
Dark red (Jean Grey X Reader) by @micheleamidalajedi 💚💙
Visiting you injured (Spiderverse characters X Reader) by @angelltheninth 💚💙
Breaking the ice (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @golden-grapes 💚💙❤️
Trust me (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙
You better run (Sergei Kravinoff X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki❤️
It’s your Captain’s birthday (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @witchywithwhiskey❤️
Shattered heart (Clint Barton X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙❤️
Wonderstruck chapter 2 (Wanda Maximoff X Reader) by @messedupfan 💚💙
Home Sweet Home Chapter 7: What are you waiting for? (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️
Spiderverse Characters Save You But You Don’t Know Their Identity (Spiderverse Characters X Reader) by @angelltheninth💚
Little bubbles (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @nicoline1998enilocin❤️
Time to leave (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @holacia3 💙
Angels (don’t always have wings) (Mateo Guevara X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚
Learn to live with the consequences (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @nicoline1998enilocin 💚💙
Bring brute back (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @biteofcherry 💚💙❤️
Marry me part 3 (Jack Rollins X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter💚💙
Escort to the multiverse chapter 13: Now, clean it up! (Brock Rumlow X Reader X Jack Rollins) by @talia-rumlow 💙❤️🖤
Steve Rogers fic (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly 💚
Fade to black chapter 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💚💙
Nice to be kneaded chapter 10: The Snap (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup 💚💙❤️
Sick: End (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @kaunis-sielu 💚💙
One inch at a time (Miguel O’Hara X Reader) by @angelltheninth ❤️
Solace (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @dungeonpuppykai 💙❤️
Nice to be kneaded chapter 11: Doomsday (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup 💚💙❤️
Fade to black chapter 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @caplanbuckybarnes 💚💙
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Chapter Two is now out!
Bucky Barnes’s family is indebted to Alexander Pierce, a powerful man who has preyed on him and those like his family for decades. There were only a few years of service left to pay his debt, but recently Pierce's brute Rumlow had been escalating in his violence. Fearing the inevitable and with no where to actually go Pierce can’t reach, Bucky had begun to accept his fate.
Then Bucky’s luck turns when a persistent advertisement for an insanely affordable apartment in Bed-Stuy interrupts his browsing at a bakery, the shop close enough to pick up the free wi-fi from the Avenger’s Tower.
Maybe there is a chance.
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Clint Barton has a surprise new tenant that he is pretty damn sure there had been no application for. Likely Jarvis’s idea, the AI sparing some processing to help manage Clint’s apartment. Avenging and being a landlord took a toll.
Not a problem except the top floor – Clint’s floor – had been left empty save him for safety reasons. Which meant the only vacancy was right next door. And it turns out the new guy is hot. And maybe kinda in trouble. Which is so his type.
So many ways this can go bad, and Clint is sure he'll find all of them.
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brain dump time
the other morning i accidentally workshopped a cartoon story concept
i already have too many story concepts
i have no plans to do anything with it
i am putting it here now
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THE PREMISE: Cartoon bad guy squad. Team rocket style Evil organization. we focus on a branch office made of embarrassments who are extra bad at this
They wanna prove themselves to the big boss and the rest of the organization. (Extra big team rocket energy there) They’re in some unimportant outpost in a random city and they get no support. Their base is some crappy hole. They never even meet the heroes.
Team is 2-3 squad members who are fucking goons and a middle manager who actually has some skills and takes things seriously
Goon A "Audrey": feral.
Goon B "Basilisk": fancy.
Goon C "Clint": mad scientist
The manager seems competent because he’s serious but actually isn’t super good at being in charge. gets easily wound up, that kind of thing
They get cartoon tools and ray guns and mostly fuck up with them or use them on each other
Squad starts with 2-3 goons then they gain a new one later
The new one is a nepo baby who really wants to be evil and got shoved out here because like the others they’re a goddamn embarrassment and this is a way to keep them out of trouble
Turns out they’re actually really good at being Evil with a capital E. something no one else on this squad has the stomach for
I think a season arc would be the nepo baby coming in and getting razzed by the og squad who are relishing the power of seniority until they get shown up. then they want the new guy gone. Then nepo baby reveals they’re actually Evil beyond cartoon goon squad boundaries and stage a coup on the manager. The goons follow along because well this new guy IS real competent so they’re finally gonna get recognized and respected and also nepo baby scares them
But it turns out none of the goons have the stomach to do something like murder a kid when ordered to, and they realize oh no with a competent boss they have to do real work, and really maybe they just liked screwing around and posturing the way things were before
So they have to team up with a washed up good guy to save their imprisoned manager and take down their genuinely evil new boss
Washed up good guy is one of those characters who betrayed the good guy team but lived to regret it so now he hides out here in nowhere town and depressions his way through the days
Lives in a run down trailer, avoids human contact, still gets some hate when he’s occasionally recognized
Anyway the baddies go to him because they decide they need a good guy to fight a real villain and he’s all there is within bus fare distance
They get him on board with helping by being idiots who will clearly die without help
Also he wants an act of redemption because he lost everything by betraying his original team and now he just really wants people to stop hating him
So he tells them how villains usually fuck up: by having plans with poor logistics or by getting emotionally involved and not thinking logically. ...These are both things our main character goons do, but the new villain doesn’t.
So the only other thing villains do that leads to their downfall is underestimate their opponents. Usually some kind of power of friendship thing because villains don’t have friends.
The protagonists try the power of friendship in a test run. It doesn’t work.
Ex hero eventually has an epiphany that yes these people suck at everything they're typically ASKED to do, but they have weird unique strengths in specific areas. So it’s about using those. like the power of hair care and makeup can be used to make disguises, feral brute strength can work if aimed at the right wall to break down.
They make a plan to rescue their old manager using these tactic and despite looking like a disaster it actually goes as planned. They get him out. Originally they are just planning on running away forever now but the manager, who incidentally has real injuries from his imprisonment, says there’s a worse plan happening that’ll kill the whole town for Real
And the team is originally still going to run away actually
But for ENTIRELY SELFISH REASONS they eventually realize how much they don’t want that to happen
Goon A is territorial, goon B’s arbitrary personal code is offended, manager has a bone to pick and a chip on their shoulder, and the ex hero still wants to do something that’ll get him back in with the heroes
So they make their plan and it’s one of those situations where it seems like it’s working right up until they reach the macguffin at which point the bars drop and the lights come on to show the villain, who has correctly estimated all of them. And He let them get this far because he thought it would be funny
you know, to crush them
and i think the third goon, mad scientist goon C, was the most ambitious and seemingly the most reasonable. and when the villain mutiny'd on the manager, C was the one who bowed their head and joined him
so the villain totally monologues about how he correctly summed up everyone and their critical faults, because again, it's fun to crush these people. and how the villain didnt want them to just run away and live, because then he couldnt kill them in front of C. because C still cares about the others. so he fed the manager info on his plan and let them break the guy out. and now hes gonna kill everybody with his macguffin plan and he knows C wont do anything to stop it, because they're too selfish to defy him. and the villain just wanted to hurt them all one more time before killing them (except C, whose reward for betraying his team is to live having watched them die)
anyway so then C shoots the villain with a gun
then theres a showdown and at the climax all the goons unite, and some kinda thing happens where theres a glimmer of power that flows through them and protects them from a fatal blow, and no one except the ex good guy notices the and goes "wait, is that-" and then the manager punches the villain in the face
then the superweapon laser death beam is about to go off and while theyre arguing over where to point it they accidentally set it to blow up the building theyre in
so everybody books it and the last thing the villain does, as he's left to bleed out on the floor of an exploding building, is stare up in disbelief and then just start laughing at the absurdity as the whole place goes up
in the epilogue, the team manage to fucking lie about everything that happened to the main office. this flies at the exact same time as their stuff was happening the heroes attacked and defeated the high council so now the power structure is in shambles
so they basically get told "whatever just stay there and dont cause any trouble"
so as far as theyre concerned its back to business as usual, which is all they wanted in the first place
pushing over old ladies and kidnapping small dogs
stealing candy from a literal baby
getting their asses beat by literally any given random citizen
stealing things
getting wacky machinery and misusing it
everybody just agrees unspokenly to pretend nothing happened with C
the manager is back in charge and wants the ex hero to help them. ex hero says no way i only helped because i wanted the good guys to want me again. but also he keeps getting roped in from then on. the goons just start Showing Up at his place and raiding his fridge
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so yeah
#long post#words words words#team bad guy#writing#story concepts#i got a couple episode concepts in my brain too but this is already pretty long
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i have a request, but it might be a very long thing to write for you, so if you want devide it in two parts.
Dom!Mean! Neytiri x sub! Sweet! human reader x Dom!Jake
Neytiri doesn't have a particular like for humans, they are strange with their five fingers and the majority of the time they are mean too.
the only one who she can tolerate is her mate, who isn't a human anymore so yey!
when she encounters this human washing under a waterfall, she takes it as little revenge sent by Eywa herself.
she's brute when she asks the human to do the "devil tango"
reader blushes but accepts, the last time she did something was in highschool, she wanted to be touched by someone, plus this girl was hot.
Neytiri is brute with her, not letting her adjust to her fingers, going fast and hard, biting her inner thigs, tethering to bite her clint.
she stopped by Jake, he recognises the human as one of the doctors, he knows her too.
she's a sweet soul who would never hurt a fly, and seeing her being brutally assaulted by his wife makes his nevers explode.
he stops her and scoops reader in his arms, he hisses violenlty at Neytiri before seeing that they would talk about this later.
he takes reader back to hell gates, apologies to her and say he would deal with his mate later home.
reader is embarrassed, even if she's the one who was someone beaten up she's sorry she made her way with Neytiri, she says she didn't know it was Neytiri if she knew, she would have never done it with her.
Jake founds himself hard at this, so he kisses on the cheek goodnight and goes back home.
where he fucks Neytiri mean, being her feel like poor reader felt some hours earlier.
a few weeks pass, and Jake invites Reader to an "official apologies picnic"
she accepts happily, and the three of them found themself talking, and finally Neytiri apologies.
that when the things go a little hotter.
Babes your a genius I love this!!🤭
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MUSE SURVEY , BATTLE EDITION ;
BOLD what consistently applies, italicize situational / not always.
repost, please do not reblog !!
fight honorably / fight dirty / prefer close - quarters / prefer range / chat during / go silent / low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance / attack in bursts / attack steadily / go for the kill / aim to disarm / fight defensively / strike first / provoked easily / provoke their opponent / tease / get visibly frustrated / shout while attacking / use strategy / focus on their battle / experience conflicting thoughts during battle / rush in recklessly / try to read their opponent before fighting / fight wildly / fight calmly and/or apathetically / fight with anger / fight with excitement / fight because they have to / fight because they want to / fight without regard to wounds / run away when wounded / hide wounds / take a blow to protect another / prefer a blade / prefer a gun / prefer to use their ability / prefer a bow / prefer a shield / prefer a pole arm / prefer a personalized weapon / prefer magic or spells / prefer brawling / their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional / transform for battle / fight as they appear / rely on strength / rely on speed / use everything they have / hide their full potential / exhaust quickly / high stamina / doubt their strength / proceed with caution / behave arrogantly / brag after landing a hit / belittle their abilities / use psychological tactics / use brute strength / avoid civilians / strike down civilians (only if she cant avoid it) / damage surroundings / avoid damaging surroundings / signature fighting style / making it up as they go / mastered skillset / learning their skillset / fancy footwork / sloppy footwork / messy fighter / elegant fighter / accept defeat / refuse defeat / beg for mercy / compliment their opponent / insult their opponent / use unnecessary movements / move efficiently / barely move / prefer to dodge / prefer to block / defend their blindside / has no blindside / use all available advantages / strictly use one main method / play around / hold back / fight ruthlessly / show mercy / wait for opponent to be ready / strike when opponent isn’t ready / fear death / fear pain / fear killing / has ptsd / avoid fighting / has lost a fight / has won a fight / has killed / refuses to kill / want to die standing / would succumb slowly
Tagged by: @batinstincts
Tagging: @blindbastard , @defectivexfragmented (clint) , @breaksmen, @demcnsinmymind , @dontstepinmypuddle & Y O U !
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In Battle […] Tyler Hale
BOLD what applies - italicise sometimes. repost, don’t reblog.
tagging: @defectivexfragmented (Clint), @siberianwarriors (Ariana), @vvolfstare (Bucky)
fights honourably / fights dirty
prefers close - quarters / prefers range
chats during / goes silent
low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance
attacks in bursts / attacks steadily
goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first
is provoked easily /provokes their opponent / teases
uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle / rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging
fights because they have to / fights because they want to
fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another
prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic, alchemy or spells
their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional
transforms for battle / fights as they appear
relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed
uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential / exhausts quickly / has high stamina
behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities
uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength
damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings
signature fighting style / makes it up as they go
mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set
messy fighter / elegant fighter
defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy
compliments their opponent / insults their opponent
uses unnecessary movements/ moves efficiently / barely moves
prefers to dodge / prefers to block
defends their blindside / has no blindside /leaves blindsides vulnerable
uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method
plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy
fears death / fears pain / fears killing
has ptsd / avoids fighting
has killed / refuses to kill
wants to die standing / would succumb slowly
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Not So Worthless
https://archiveofourown.org/works/51370039
by Lynlee494
Bucky Barnes’s family is indebted to Alexander Pierce, a powerful man who has preyed on him and those like his family for decades. There were only a few years of service left to pay his debt, but recently Pierce's brute Rumlow had been escalating in his violence. Fearing the inevitable and with no where to actually go Pierce can’t reach, Bucky had begun to accept his fate.
Then Bucky’s luck turns when a persistent advertisement for an insanely affordable apartment in Bed-Stuy interrupts his browsing at a bakery, the shop close enough to pick up the free wi-fi from the Avenger’s Tower.
Maybe there is a chance.
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Clint Barton has a surprise new tenant that he is pretty damn sure there had been no application for. Likely Jarvis’s idea, the AI sparing some processing to help manage Clint’s apartment. Avenging and being a landlord took a toll.
Not a problem except the top floor – Clint’s floor – had been left empty save him for safety reasons. Which meant the only vacancy was right next door. And it turns out the new guy is hot. And maybe kinda in trouble. Which is so his type.
So many ways this can go bad, and Clint is sure he'll find all of them.
Words: 6744, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Captain America (Movies), Hawkeye (Comics), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Categories: M/M
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Clint Barton's Tenants (Hawkeye), Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Lucky (Hawkeye), Brock Rumlow, Alexander Pierce
Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Clint Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes & Clint Barton, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence - Relationship
Additional Tags: Modern Bucky Barnes, Matt Fraction-inspired Clint Barton, Bucky Barnes is Not the Winter Soldier, Clint Barton is an Avenger, Human Trafficking, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Implied/Referenced Torture, On the Run, Emotional Manipulation, Self-Blame, Self-Esteem Issues, Protective Clint Barton, Clint Barton Doesn't Have A Secret Family, Clint Barton's Apartment Building, Clint's Tenants are Awesome, Clint Barton is Hawkeye, Sneaky Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Protective Jarvis (Iron Man movies), Aftermath of Torture, Angst, Abusive Relationships, Whump, Bucky Barnes Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Bucky Barnes, Deaf Clint Barton, Past Child Abuse, Clint Barton Feels, winterhawk - Freeform, Slow Burn, Bucky Barnes Has PTSD, Manipulation, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Torture, Prior Circus Performer Clint Barton, Creepy Brock Rumlow, Evil Alexander Pierce, Clint Barton Has PTSD, Victim Blaming, Lonely Bucky Barnes, Power Imbalance, Humiliation, Ableism, Panic Attacks, Dissociation, Past Rape/Non-con, Found Family, NaNoWriMo, DO NOT POST ELSEWHERE
read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/51370039
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Clint was grabbing your face before moving to cover your wounds “come on Y/N you can't die, we need you.” he stated pressing harder against your bleeding abodomine. The light was leaving your eyes as you watched the archer cry. A soft smile left your lips “just make sure they know I love them all Clint, promise me that.” you stuttered as blood pulled in your mouth and around his hands pressing against you. A sad smile left his lips “please Y/N I, we need you, you can't leave.” he said looking over his shoulder to see the team you care about most in the world approaching.
Natasha was pacing the quin jet ever so often looking at you as Wanda curled to your side, letting out a sigh as she sat down on the other side Wanda wasn't occupying. You felt her presence rest against you “Nat what’s wrong?” you asked and she folded more into you “I don't know but something doesn’t feel right Y/N, I feel like something is going to go wrong.” she told you pulling your free hand to her lips and kissing your knuckles. You smiled as you pulled her into a soft chast kiss before resting your head on her shoulder “it's fine Natty will all be fine.” you stated just before Clint announced you all would be incoming in approximately five minutes.
The mission was supposed to be simple, split in groups of two, you with Clint, Natasha with Tony, Steve and Bucky and finally the twins and the rest of the crew either in the jet or still at the compound. Somehow the info was wrong and the Hydra compound was more guarded than anticipated, even though the info was wrong on the amount of people who would be here everything seemed to be going according to plan, that was until the comms shut off and you lost Clint. His anxiety was racing as he searched for the info and for you “Y/N come in where are you?” he asked through the comms allerting evering one that you were missing, “what do you mean Clint where’s Y/n? Natasha asked with worry present in her voice. The man groaned in frustration as he threw anouther door open to reveal a empty room with a slight cry of fuck he answered “we got seperated and now I cant find them.” he answered, kicking another door open, finding nothing. “Stick to the mission Natasha we will find them after.” Steve stated causing her to grunt in displeasure.
You smiled as the group of men dragged you to a black van “they will find me and all of your will end up dead.” you told the three men as they shoved you into the back seat before slamming the door shut, the van drove off the tires squealing as it peeled away. It wasn't long after you had left the building when a bag was thrown over your head and a needle was pressed to your neck.
You don’t know how long had passed since you were abducted from the mission but with the need to pee and your stomach growling you figured it had been a while, with a grown you sat yourself up against the wall behind you “hey assholes I need to pee.” you yelled out only for someone to yank open the door and drag you down a corridor. With brute force he threw you through a doorway “clean up and get ready” he growled, slamming the door shut leaving you alone again.
With a sigh you moved to the toilet to relieve yourself before going to the sink finding yourself staring at your own reflection in a clean metal sheet. There was a bruise forming along your left cheek almost rising to your brow and your nose was broken if the two black eyes was any sign, cringing your raised your hands and with a cry and groan of pain you reset your nose; a small trickle of blood leaving your nostrils at the act. The door flew open “good you're done let's go he's ready to see you.” the man stated grabbing your arm forcefully and dragging you down the hallway. You wanted to cry as he brutally dragged you down hallway after hallway but you held strong, they would really have to break you to make you cry.
You were thrown into a chair before two men tied you down “tell me Y/N what is it that makes you so special that The Tony Stark had you recruited to the team?” you heard someone ask as you pulled against your restainst avoiding looking up from the ties around your wrist. A harsh slap was forced against your cheek making you gasp “look at me and answer my questions.” the man stated, looking up you saw his hand raise again before he hit your other cheek with a back hand. Your ears were ringing from the force “Tony Stark did not recruit me.” you told him around the blood the was filling your mouth, with a grunt you spat out a wad of blood onto the floor “sorry sir but I don't know why I was recruited to the Avengers I'm nothing but a recruit who will be forgotten in no time.” you stated groaning again when this time he punched you in the stomach. A bloody smile graced your lips “I have nothing to tell you so beat me all you want.” you told him and he punched you again this time against your right cheek, you spit out a tooth with a smile.
It had been three days of tortoure (you think) since the mission had gone wrong and every day you awoke to a cold splash of water towards you face or the harsk slap of a back hand to reawaken you from your comostate state. This time though it was the walls blaring red as lights flashed and a man slamming your door open “seems are time has been cut short guess next time we will have to take someone with more information.” he told you before pulling a gun from the back of his waistband. He placed the barrel against your temple “I know we haven't known each other for long but I liked your reliance little one I am truly sorry it is I who has to do this.” he moved the barrel to your stomach before firing two rounds then another closer to your chest, “goodbye” he whispered leaning in and kissing your temple before rushing out the room.
You were in shock, you knew that but with the blood loss and the way the ties were bruising your skin all you could think was that you were free, it would all be over soon even if they had finally come for you it was already too late. The door flew open again just as you were nodding off, a scream of your name reached your ears and you raised your head. A smile reached your lips as blood trailed down your chin “Clint?” you whispered out questionly. He reached a hand to your bruised face while the other shaked above your wounds “hey honey come on talk to me, we're going to help you the rest of the team is on the way.” he told you applying pressure to your stomach making you grimace. “Come on Y/N you can't die, we need you.” you didn't hear anything he said as you told him to tell the team you love them. A bloody smile was left on your lips as you slowly passed away. The words of Natasha saying she loved you blessing your ears was the last thing you heard before darkness succumbed you.
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In Battle [...] Your Muse: Sinthea Schmidt
BOLD what applies - italicise sometimes. repost, don’t reblog.
fights honourably / fights dirty
prefers close - quarters / prefers range
chats during / goes silent
low pain tolerance / high pain tolerance
attacks in bursts / attacks steadily
goes for the kill / aims to disarm / fights defensively / strikes first
is provoked easily /provokes their opponent / teases
uses strategy / focuses on the battle / experiences conflicting thoughts during battle / rushes in recklessly / tries to read their opponent before engaging
fights because they have to / fights because they want to
fights without regard to wounds / runs away when wounded / hides wounds / takes a blow to protect another
prefers a blade / prefers a gun / prefers hand to hand combat / prefers a bow / prefers a shield / prefers a personalized weapon / prefers magic, alchemy or spells
their greatest weakness is physical / their greatest weakness is mental / their greatest weakness is emotional
transforms for battle / fights as they appear
relies on strength / doubts their strength / relies on speed
uses everything they have / proceeds with caution / hides their full potential / exhausts quickly / has high stamina
behaves arrogantly / brags after landing a hit / belittles their abilities
uses psychological tactics / uses brute strength
damages surroundings / avoids damaging surroundings
signature fighting style / makes it up as they go
mastered skill - set / learning their skill - set
messy fighter / elegant fighter
defeat / refuses defeat / begs for mercy
compliments their opponent / insults their opponent
uses unnecessary movements/ moves efficiently / barely moves
prefers to dodge / prefers to block
defends their blindside / has no blindside /leaves blindsides vulnerable
uses all available advantages / strictly uses one main method
plays around / holds back / fights ruthlessly / shows mercy
fears death / fears pain / fears killing
has ptsd / avoids fighting
has killed / refuses to kill
wants to die standing / would succumb slowly
Tagged by: none
Tagging: @walkitoffrogers @nomanslannd @detnu-a-h @defectivexfragmented (Clint) @faery-revelry (Valgrim) whoever wants to do it!
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