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professorrw · 2 years

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GN! Y/n who speaks russian, randomly talking to Nat or Bucky in Russian while glaring at someone else. "Why are we speaking Russian?" "Need to make it look like I'm crap-talking Steve." Also, may I be 👽 anon, if you do anons?

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Title: Father Figure

Pairing: gender neutral reader x platonic Steve Rogers

Warnings: parent/child type of relationship, spoilers for Avengers Endgame, mentions of death

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You strolled over to Bucky and Natasha, glaring at Steve through the corner of your eye.

“What’s that look for?” Natasha asked.

“Not now,” you said in Russian. “Just talk to me.”

“In Russian?” Bucky raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes.”

“And why are we speaking Russian?” Nat asked.

“I need to make it seem like I’m trash talking Steve.” You continued to glare at the Captain, who was stealing glances at you while he talked to Banner.

“Not this again,” Bucky sighed. He was of course going to be on Steve’s side about everything. “You can’t just ignore him every single time he scolds you.”

“I- ugh. I know,” you said, switching back to English.

“Y/n he just wants you to succeed. He took you in as his student and wants to teach you.” Natasha was right. Steve was just trying to help you. You were one of the youngest super soldiers that had been created and you were lucky to be rescued by the Avengers.

“Listen kid, don’t be so hard on him. He’s doing his best.” Bucky patted you on the shoulder and gave you an expectant look. You groaned but turned to go talk to Steve.

As soon as you had turned in his direction his eyes were on you. Bruce followed his line of sight and also saw you coming over, told Steve a quick goodbye and let you two be.

“Y/l/n,” the Captain said. He crossed his arms and waited for you to say something.

“Look I’m- I’m sorry I keep causing trouble.”

He sighed, “It’s alright. I’m sorry I was so harsh on you. But you know I wish you focused more and weren’t always trying to goof off when we’re training. You have so much potential y/n, and I want to see it go to good use.”

“I know, I know. I’ll try harder,” you conceded.

And that you did. Years later you would be grateful for how much hope Steve had in you, and his unrelenting will to make you the best you could be, not only combat-wise, but better as a person too. He was your role model, and after years of being under his wing, you started to think of him as a father figure. You never planned on telling him that, too embarrassed to admit it.

The world had other plans though. The final battle with Thanos ended with multiple casualties, leaving the Avengers, and the rest of the world grieving. You were never much of a religious person but you prayed to God before that fight that Steve would make it out.

You stood beside Bucky, watching as Steve stepped onto the machine that would take him through time to return the Infinity Stones.

“Ready to go,” Steve said.

“Alright.” Banner pressed some buttons and after a countdown, Steve disappeared. You waited for a few seconds, looking at Bucky and Sam.

“Where is he?” Bucky asked.

“I- I don’t-“ then you saw someone. You walked a few yards over to a bench where there was a man sitting. “Steve…?”

“Hello y/n,” he said. It was indeed Steve, just much older. His large muscles were gone, his skin hung and creased, and his hair was grey. He patted the spot next to him on the bench.

“What happened?” you asked, worried that the machine had malfunctioned. If it did, he didn’t seem too mad about it. In fact, he seemed happy.

“You see, I owed someone a dance,” he said, smiling fondly as he looked at nothing in particular.

“Peggy?” you asked. You had heard of her; Steve’s lost love from years ago.

He nodded. A few seconds later he reached down to a brown circular bag. “I have something for you.”

“Steve…” you said, trailing off when you realized what it was. It was his shield in pristine condition.

“I want you to have this. I think you’re ready.” He looked at you, old grey eyes crinkling at the corners and a wide smile on his face.

“I- I couldn’t possibly-“ you stuttered. Steve was asking you to become the next Captain America. You had been training beneath him for years and doing missions with the Avengers but you couldn’t take his place.

“Y/n yes you can. I want you to. You are ready. There will be people that oppose this but I’ll help you for as long as I can before I’m gone.”

Your nose burned and your eyes watered. When he’s gone, you thought. Your bottom lip quivered a little bit. The only father figure that you ever really had, and he was talking about dying. He was old now. He went back and lived the life he always wanted. You couldn’t fault him for that. He of all people deserved it.

His eyes were shiny as he opened his arms, welcoming you. “C'mon kid.”

You hugged him, breathing in the familiar scent of Captain America. He rubbed your back, “You got this.”

A few months went by and you kept constant contact with Steve, spending as much time with him as possible. A few days before he died you were sitting in his home eating lunch.

“I told Peggy about you,” he said.

“Really?”

“Mhm. We never had kids of our own so I told her about you. I know you aren’t biologically my kid but-“

You cut him off, “Steve I always thought of you as a father figure to me. I never had one growing up and then you found me and mentored me for eight years of my life. You’re always there for me… scolding me.”

”Hey now, sometimes you need it,” he chuckled.

“I know, I know.”

“You’ve grown up to be a great person y/n. I know you’ll do terrific things for the world.”

“I promise I will.”

That was the last meaningful conversation you had with Steve. Steve had left an impression on you that would last a lifetime. He had left an impression on the entire world.

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sjsmith56 · 10 months

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It’s Been a Long, Long Time

Summary: A recurring nightmare of a woman who died in Bucky’s arms during the war keeps waking him up. Sam does some research to help his friend figure out what the dream means.

Length: 3.5K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, two named female original characters, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Warnings: traumatic death of a character, angst (Bucky’s)

Author’s notes: This one-shot is inspired by a cheesy 80’s movie, called Made in Heaven, basically true love will find a way even if death occurs. Although it starts with a sudden death it ends in the fluffiest way. The song title, used as the one shot title, is associated with Steve Rogers and Peggy Carter at the end of Avengers Endgame. Because this is set in an AU where Steve stayed in the future I have used it for Bucky. The song was written in 1945 by Jule Steyne and Sammy Kahn.

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It was Christmas, 1944 and the Howling Commandos were in London, England on a well-deserved break. He was at a dance, drinking and watching the couples dancing. The few single women there were in high demand, and he just didn’t feel up to cutting in on the lucky guys who had a dancing partner. Then she walked in, wearing a blue dress and a smile. Her presence was like feeling a warm spring breeze caress your face.

“May I have this dance?”

That’s all he had to say for her to turn that smile towards him, place her hand in his and let him lead her around the dance floor. When another soldier came to cut in she looked at the guy with surprise.

“I’m dancing with my fiancé,” came the words straight from her mouth in this lovely British accent. When the man murmured his apologies and left she looked up at Bucky. “You don’t mind being my fiancé tonight, do you?”

“Not one bit,” he said, totally taken by her vivaciousness.

They danced until the band called it quits then headed out into the night to catch a bus to her flat. Just a few months previous the blackout conditions had been relaxed allowing for the use of lighting levels at the equivalent of a moonlit night. It was still dark, however, and pedestrians were warned to be on their guard while crossing the roads. As they walked, the last bus suddenly drove past them and they realized they would have to walk the full distance. Bucky kept an eye and ear out while he and Miss Sabrina Cooper strolled, holding hands as they shared their lives. When they arrived at the door of her building she looked up at the handsome American soldier.

“I share a bedroom with my sister so I can’t ask you in,” she said apologetically. “Would you meet me here tomorrow morning? She’s going to Bath with her fellow for the weekend. We can spend the day together and you can stay the night.”

“Only if you’re sure,” replied Bucky. “I wouldn’t want you to get a bad reputation.”

She laughed and he felt the effect of it down to his core. He was hers and would be there in the morning with bells on, as the saying went. When they kissed goodnight it was like tasting the best dessert that Bucky’s ma ever made, it was so sweet and tasty that he couldn’t get enough of it. As Sabrina watched from the step Bucky crossed the road to find his way back to his billet. He had only gone a few yards when he heard her call his name then run into the street towards him for one last kiss. To his horror a lorry appeared out of nowhere and struck her down right in front of him. Just like that, she was gone, dying in his arms. Then a man’s voice from the dark told him he had so many days to stop it from happening again.

Lately Bucky had been experiencing the same dream. For the past ten nights he had relived this memory from his past, and it was driving him crazy as it seemed to be a countdown. The first night the voice told him he had 30 days. Now on this most recent experience it was down to 20 days, and he still didn’t know why this was happening or what he was supposed to do. Seeing it was well after 2am, he got up and came out to the kitchen in Stark Tower then pulled open the fridge, looking for something to eat.

“Again?” said Sam’s voice as he entered the space. “How many nights is that?”

“Ten,” stated Bucky. “What are you doing up?”

“Had a date,” explained the other man. “Told me she wanted to stay friends.”

“Ouch,” said the super soldier, pulling out some leftover Chinese food. “Want some?”

Sam nodded his consent and Bucky divided it up between the two plates, heating up Sam’s first before heating his own. He pulled out a beer for each of them. The two men sat next to each other as they ate the leftovers. After several minutes Sam took a drink of beer and looked over at Bucky.

“What do you think it means?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” replied Bucky. “I mean, it really happened, right? She was hit by the truck and I know she died because she died in my arms. I couldn’t get to her in time. As for the significance of it, it’s beyond me. It’s not even happening at the same time of year or the same city. Why now?”

“Maybe something like it is going to happen again and it’s a precognition thing,” said Sam. “Maybe you’ll save someone’s life for real this time.”

Bucky smirked. “Sure, that’s got to be it.”

He shook his head, still irritated at experiencing that real life nightmare over and over again. When he finished eating Sam was only half done so Bucky put his dishes in the dishwasher and said goodnight to his fellow Avenger. Sam finished a few minutes later and put his dishes away then leaned back.

“Friday, can you start a search for me, my eyes only?” he asked.

“Certainly, Mr. Wilson,” said the female voice. “What would you like to know?”

“Check newspaper databases for London, England during the month of December 1944,” said Sam. “You’re looking for the pedestrian death of a young woman, age unknown, name Sabrina Cooper. She was hit by a truck. There may be an American soldier who witnessed the accident.”

“Is it possible the pedestrian survived the accident?” asked Friday. “That would increase the possibilities of an accurate result.”

“Sure, add that to the mix,” said Sam. “Any results can wait until I wake up tomorrow. Goodnight, Friday.”

“Goodnight, Mr. Wilson. Sweet dreams.”

He slept in the next morning, not waking up until after 10 am. After a quick shower he came out to the kitchen, finding no one there. Making himself a coffee he was just about to sip it when Friday interrupted his actions.

“Mr. Wilson, I have results of the search you assigned me this morning,” said the friendly female voice.

“Already?” exclaimed Sam. “Let me hear them.”

“Sabrina Cooper was struck down by a lorry in the Chelsea area of London, early in the morning of Saturday, December 23, 1944. An unidentified American soldier, a Sergeant in the army, witnessed the accident. She died in his arms.”

“Hmmm,” said Sam, thoughtfully. “There’s nothing else?”

“That is correct,” replied the AI.

Back to square one.

An hour later, the two men, along with Steve Rogers headed out for a run through Central Park. When they stopped for a break, more for Sam’s sake, they all sprawled on their backs in the grass. Bucky sat up first and looked around at the people walking nearby. Something caught his eye and he stood up.

“Buck?” asked Steve, looking in the direction that his friend was looking. “What is it? Trouble?”

“No,” replied Bucky, sitting down again. “Just saw something familiar for a moment. A woman in a blue dress but I don’t see her now.” He looked at Sam. “Don’t say it. She didn’t look anything like her.”

“Ah, the woman from your memories who you’ve been dreaming about,” said Steve. “That’s ten nights now. You never talked about her when you got back from your leave. None of us knew what had happened.”

“I only knew her for a few hours,” said Bucky. “Then she was gone. Wasn’t much to tell.”

“It must have bothered you,” replied Steve.

“It did,” said Bucky. “She lived with her sister who was going to Bath for the weekend with her fellow. Sabrina asked me to come back in the morning and stay the weekend.” He smiled. “I would have spent a lifetime with her.”

“You did,” said Sam. “It was her lifetime.”

Bucky couldn’t disagree with his friend’s apt observation. When they returned to the compound Sam retreated to his room.

“Friday, could you do another search related to the search I requested earlier?” It answered in the affirmative. “Sabrina Cooper had a sister, first name unknown, living at the same address. She planned to go to Bath with a male friend that day. Is she still alive?”

“I will perform the search with the new parameters,” said Friday. “Shall I extend the search to any descendants?”

“Yes, please,” responded Sam.

He showered, changed and headed out to the kitchen area where several people were cooperating on preparing a meal. Sam offered to help but was told everything was in hand. When the meal was ready he took his share, sitting at the large table where others were reading a newspaper, or browsing on their tablets while they ate.

“Mr. Wilson,” said Friday. “I have a result on your search. Would you like me to share them here or in your room?”

“Here is fine,” said Sam.

“The name of the sister was Deidre Cooper. She was engaged to Flight Lieutenant Wallis Overton, a pilot with the Royal Canadian Air Force. The couple married in 1945 and she immigrated to Canada with her husband at that time. They had three children. Their youngest son, John Overton, born in 1952, married Teresa Fielder. Their oldest daughter, Marianne London was born in 1973, and is currently a resident of New York City.”

“That’s it?” asked Sam, as Bucky looked strangely at him.

“No, Marianne is a widow, and lives in the Chelsea neighbourhood of New York with her daughter, Sabrina London, born December 23, 1994.”

Sam looked at Bucky. “I played a hunch,” he said. “Maybe you’re meant to save someone who was connected to Sabrina Cooper in some way. She was born on the same day 50 years after your Sabrina died. You’re welcome.”

Steve grinned as the others asked who Sabrina Cooper was. Bucky left the explanations for Sam and Steve while he acquired Sabrina London’s address and workplace. He planned to go the next day to begin his surveillance of her but that night they got the call for another mission that took most of them out of town for 2 ½ weeks. While he was away the dream continued with the countdown marching it’s way to the end. With 2 nights left the team returned to the compound and no one was surprised to see Bucky run to his room, shower, change and leave.

“Should we provide backup?” asked Sam. “To be honest, I kind of want to see this through.”

“I agree,” said Steve. He looked around at the others. “Anyone else want in on this mission?”

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Bucky was already in the Chelsea neighbourhood of New York when the rest of the team decided to get in on the action. He found the address soon enough and set himself up to watch until someone came out of the main door of the apartment building. It was the doorman and Bucky realized that he might not have much luck with the residence so he sought out Sabrina London’s workplace, a record store that carried 78s, LPs, and CDs. When he stepped inside he smiled at the sound of Duke Ellington playing.

“Hiya!” said a cheerful voice and he looked to where it came from.

Suddenly, he was back on the dance floor in London as he saw Sabrina’s Cooper’s double behind the cash register, wearing a blue dress and a smile.

“Hi,” he replied. “Nice store.”

“Thanks,” she said. “I grew up listening to a lot of different genres and after I got my degree in musicology I decided to open my own place and bring music to the masses. There’s nothing wrong with digital music but there’s nothing like listening to the older stuff on vinyl, you know?”

“I agree,” smiled Bucky. “You carry any Benny Goodman or Harry James?”

“1940s fan, huh?” she said, then she looked at him again. “Have we met before?”

“Maybe in another life,” joked Bucky. “I’m Bucky, Bucky Barnes.”

“No shit, sorry,” she blushed. “I have a potty mouth sometimes. You really are him so the 1940s thing is for real. You must have seen some of those artists live.”

“I did,” said Bucky, stepping closer to the counter. “Billie Holliday, Benny Goodman, Cab Calloway, Count Basie, Lena Horne … I saw them in the clubs. The best way, in my opinion.”

She leaned forward, cradling her chin on her hand as he spoke. “Wow! I’m so jealous,” she replied. “I would have loved to have seen those people perform live.” She stuck her hand out. “Sabrina London. Owner, manager, soon to be ex-owner, ex-manager.”

“Why?” asked Bucky, watching her intently.

“Even though I’m in the middle of New York City I don’t really get enough business to make a profit. I’m barely keeping my head above water. Add in a jerk of a building owner who doesn’t seem to understand that you have to maintain these older buildings so that plumbing leaks don’t damage one’s inventory … sorry, I’m venting.”

“You need someone to invest in you,” said Bucky. “Your business, I mean. Maybe buy the building and restore it to something iconic. I’m pretty sure this was a high end retail store back in the 1940s. There has to be marble columns behind the drywall and hardwood floors beneath this sheet linoleum.”

“I wish,” she smiled. “You don’t think Tony Stark would be interested, do you?”

“If he doesn’t I might know a guy or two,” said Bucky. The sound of the door opening made them both look and he grinned as Sam and Steve walked in. “Hey, may I present Sabrina London, owner of this establishment. Sabrina, Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson.”

Steve looked all around, hearing the music. “We should be coming here to look for our music, Miss London. This place has character.”

“Just not enough business,” she said, “but go ahead and have a look. I can talk music all day.”

“Motown?” asked Sam.

She gestured towards the wall and he went over, beginning to flip through the selection. The door opened again and Tony Stark walked in, looking all around then seeing the young woman.

“Is this her?” he asked.

Sabrina looked at him, puzzled. “What do you mean by Is this her?” she asked, looking between Bucky and Tony. “Have you been watching me?”

“No, nothing creepy,” said Tony, to Bucky’s glare. “You might as well tell her. You got any AC/DC or Metallica in here?”

She gestured to another wall then looked at Bucky for an explanation. His face turned pink then he took a deep breath.

“Are you named after Sabrina Cooper?” he asked. “She was the sister of your great-grandmother Deidre Cooper.”

“How do you know that?” she asked, a crease appearing between her eyes as she frowned slightly. “It’s a family thing.”

“Because I’m a genius and I invented a very sophisticated AI that can search almost anything,” said Tony loudly from the heavy metal section, three LPs already in his arms.

Steve looked sympathetically at Bucky. “You might as well tell her the truth,” he said. “I’m going to look for some albums.”

Bucky ran his hand through his hair. “It’s just that I met Sabrina Cooper on December 22, 1944 at a dance in London. We connected and I walked her home to her flat in Chelsea. She told me her sister was going to Bath for the weekend with her guy and wanted me to spend the next couple of days with her. I was charmed by her and agreed. She ran across the road to kiss me one more time.”

“You were the soldier,” interrupted Sabrina. “She died in your arms.”

Bucky nodded. “For the past 27 days I’ve relived that night over and over, and the only thing that changes is at the end a voice says that I have so many days to prevent it from happening again. It’s been counting down from 30 days. Sam got the idea that maybe I was meant to save someone with a connection to Sabrina, and Tony’s AI came up with your name. You were born exactly 50 years after the date that Sabrina Cooper died, and your great grandmother was her sister. You live in Chelsea here in New York and your last name is London. It seemed to make sense at the time. We can leave if this bothers you.”

“You think something bad is going to happen to me?” she asked. “You came here hoping to prevent that?”

Bucky stuck his hands in his jacket pockets and shrugged. “Sounds crazy, I know.”

“It does sound crazy,” said Sabrina. “But what if I told you that for the past 27 days I’ve had a dream of a young WWII soldier, dancing with me to Bing Crosby’s version of It’s Been a Long, Long Time which is weird because it came out in October, 1945 at the same time as the Harry James version, but this dance that we’re at was just before Christmas, 1944. In this dream I distinctly remember saying to a guy who wanted to cut in that I was dancing with my fiancé. At the end of my dream a woman’s voice says I have so many days to find this soldier. It’s been counting down from 30 and reached the number 3 last night.”

The others had come over as Sabrina related her dream, looking back and forth from her to Bucky. He just looked at her, then leaned across the counter and kissed her for several moments before stepping back.

“Then I would say we found each other again, Sabrina,” he said. “We get to start over again, if you want.”

“It took us long enough, didn’t it?” she smiled. She looked at Tony. “Could you buy this building and fix it to its original glory? I’m a great tenant and you’d be helping a small business owner in the heart of New York City.”

“Sabrina Fair, it would be my delight to help a small business owner with the treasures that you have here,” he said, grinning like a schoolboy.

Six months later

Sabrina London looked up at the door as it opened to the arrival of her fiancé, the Avenger Bucky Barnes. A skiff of snow flew in as he entered. The place was full of people shopping for the perfect Christmas present and he stepped around the lineup of people at the register.

“You’re back!” she said, coming out from behind the marble topped counter as her assistant beamed.

“Wasn’t going to miss this weekend,” said Bucky, looking at his watch before kissing Sabrina. “It’s not everyday that I get married. Everything’s ready according to the wedding planner. All we have to do is say the words and we’ll be husband and wife.” He looked up and nodded to the assistant, Jenny. “You ready to let your boss go for the next two weeks?”

“Absolutely,” she said. “Go, get out of here.”

Sabrina went into the back, got her coat and purse, then pulled her boots on. Bucky helped her into her coat, making sure her scarf was covering her neck, then with a wave he opened the door again and followed his fiancée out the door. A limousine, courtesy of Tony Stark, was waiting for them and Bucky opened the door for her, before sitting inside. Nodding at the driver the couple sat back and Bucky put his arm around her shoulders.

“We have to make one more stop,” he said. “I need to practice something.”

“What?” asked Sabrina. “You said yourself everything is ready.”

“I know, but this is for me,” said Bucky. “Indulge me.”

It didn’t take long before the limousine stopped at the Rink at Rockefeller Center. The giant Christmas tree was lit up and the rink was full of skaters.

“We’re not going skating,” said Sabrina. “I don’t know how.”

“No, we’re not,” said Bucky, “but we do need to get on the ice.”

Making their way through the crowd they stepped onto the ice near the tree, where a large rubber mat had been placed. When they reached the mat the music playing for the crowd stopped and a song came on, sung by Bing Crosby.

Kiss me once, then kiss me twice

Then kiss me once again

It’s been a long, long time

A photographer took several pictures of them as the snowflakes fell and Bucky smiled at Sabrina.

“They wanted a picture and I wanted to practice our first dance,” he said. “How much more romantic is it than being under the falling snow in front of the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center? I’m so glad I found you Sabrina Fair.”

She laughed, as much at the situation as at the nickname that Tony gave her.

“I’m so glad you found me, my handsome soldier,” she replied.

The couple danced closely together on the rink in the heart of New York City, continuing the romance that began 80 years before in London during blackout conditions of a world war. It had been a long, long time but they were together now and they thanked whatever forces brought them back together, as they should have been from the start.

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mceproductions · 6 months

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Best of 2023 Movies #15: The Marvels

Our countdown proper begins as we view the most recent MCU misfire, and although they are on fumes, the infectious optimism of Iman Velani and Teyonah Parris helps to balance out Brie and elevated this to the list proper.

Life goes on for Carol Danvers, when a disturbance in the jump network causes her to become entangled with her besties daughter Monica Rambeau and fangirl from Jersey Kamala Khan.

As the trio finds out if 2 use their powers simultaneously they swap locations.

Hijinks ensue as they get whipped into Carols run ins with her former companions, and unexpected planets.

All the while Nick Fury and Kamala’s parents on the SABER Space Station get an unanticipated surprise via Goose the Flerken.

The balance of the trio works very well and delivers some unexpected heart as we find out the details of what happened since endgame for Carol and how Kamala’s Idolatry runs into Monica’s reality mindset.

Although the forgettable Kree villain wasn’t needed this did have charm.

That young Avengers movie is starting to shape up nicely.

SUM 22: Carol, Monica and Kamala get whipped into shenanigans with their abilities in a road trip film that somehow worked despite outside obstacles.

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vulpiximisa · 2 years

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Wow, if I was particularly let down by the Blackened in Case 2, Case 3 was Let Down Extreme

Like Case 3 had the potential to be so good and fun, seances and rituals. The obvious suspect of Kiyo was too obvious that it Shouldn’t have been him. So it turning out To Be Him was suuuuuch a let down

I thought Tenko committing suicide to repent for accidentally killing Angie would have been sooo much more interesting. But now I’m like, wondering if the cases so far also have small connections to the past Killing Games. The way Kiyo was boiled alive and the angle of him in the fire reminded me of Celeste’s execution. And once again Case 3, two deaths.

Anyway, I liked Tenko on first intro, disliked her when she became a Himiko simp, started liking her when she wanted to make up, and now she’s dead 😭

Just thinking about “See you guys after the seance!” makes me so fucking sad. It made me think of Natasha in Avengers Endgame when she was like “see you guys later” before they all time warped to get the stones and she never came back to them 😭😭😭😭😭😭

On another note *THROTTLES KAITO* YOU!!!! STOP COUHGING IP BLOOD YOUUU!!!!

but the night after I finally used the Hotel Key, after a few resets, got a night with him, so like, yeah 😏

Anyway, my theory still stands, the world ended, they were brought here to repopulate the world. Not sure what Rantaro’s video could mean. My sis watching my playthrough figured out what the graffiti on the stone Gonta keeps finding could mean so I’m 🤔

But I bet it’s going to turn out to be something stupid and way over the top because ngl I was never a big fan of the DR plot twists. Most of it is Telling without Showing or they will just throw some plot points out the window because whatever in the grand scheme of things. (I will never forgive the DR2 countdown)

#pixi plays dangramps #re dangramps the 3rd

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UPDATE: New Playlist: Three Operas

Fire Emblem Three Houses is my favorite Fire Emblem since the Tellius duology, which means of course I had to create a Canon Companion based on it. This Canon Companion also contains a section inspired by the sequel/spin-off/AU game Fire Emblem Warriors Three Hopes. This is the sixth playlist to have over 100 songs.

Prologue/Introductions

She Is Love by 3 Doors Down [Time of My Life]

Strength of the World by Avenged Sevenfold [City of Evil]

One Prairie Outpost by Carbon Leaf [Indian Summer]

Back to School Days by Dave Edmunds [Get It]

She Floats by Vanessa Carlton [Harmonium]

Everything Fades to Gray by Sonata Arctica [The Days of Grays]

Girl on the Edge by Shaking Family [Dreaming in Detail]

It’s All Too Much by the Beatles [Yellow Submarine]

Brick by Boring Brick by Paramore [Brand New Eyes]

Misery Loves Its Company by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus [Don’t You Fake It]

Original Prankster by the Offspring [Conspiracy of One]

Take No Prisoners by Megadeth [Rust in Peace]

Knights of Cydonia by Muse [Black Holes and Revelations]

Where Is Your Heart by Kelly Clarkson [Breakaway]

Just For by Nickelback [Silver Side Up]

Narcolepsy by Third Eye Blind [Third Eye Blind]

Who Can It Be Now? By Men at Work [Business as Usual]

Outsider by Chumbawamba [Tubthumper]

Unaffected by Hoobastank [The Reason]

Reflection from Mulan

No Jesus Christ by Seether [Finding Beauty in Negative Spaces]

Girls by Beastie Boys [Licensed to Ill]

Fortunate Son by Creedence Clearwater Revival [Chronicle Volume One]

I’m Sensitive by Jewel [Pieces of You]

Emotionless by Good Charlotte [The Young and the Hopeless]

What U See (Is What U Get) by Britney Spears [Oops!... I Did It Again]

Extra Savoir-Faire by They Might Be Giants [John Henry]

Bad Influence by P!nk [Funhouse]

Weight of the World by Evanescence [The Open Door]

Faster from Math for the Real World

Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World [Bleed American/Jimmy Eat World]

Absolutely (Story of a Girl) by Nine Days [The Madding Crowd]

Innocence by Avril Lavigne [The Best Damn Thing]

White Clouds

Hit Me with Your Best Shot by Pat Benatar [Crimes of Passion]

My Heart Is Broken by Evanescence [Evanescence]

Dead Friend by Against Me! [Transgender Dysphoria Blues]

My Turn by Hoobastank [For(n)ever]

Accuracy by the Cure [Boys Don’t Cry]

Blue Collar Man (Long Nights) by Styx [Pieces of Eight]

In Fact by They Might Be Giants [Join Us]

Behind the Mask by Anarchy Club [The Way and Its Power]

Symphony of Destruction by Megadeth [Countdown to Extinction]

The Alchemist by Iron Maiden [The Final Frontier]

Another Race by Eiffel 65 [Europop]

Shockwave by Black Tide [Light from Above]

Wake Me Up when September Ends by Green Day [American Idiot]

So I Need You by 3 Doors Down [The Better Life]

C-R-O-W-N-E-D from Kirby’s Return to Dreamland [Kirby’s Dream Collection]

No Win Situation by Hoobastank [Fight or Flight]

Blood (Empty Promises) by Papa Roach [Getting Away with Murder]

Loyal by the Interrupters [Say It Out Loud]

Mountain Song by Jane’s Addiction [Nothing’s Shocking]

Three Houses Parts 2

Wasted Years by Iron Maiden [Best of the Beast]

Miracle by Paramore [Riot!]

Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs [It’s Blitz!]

Bat Country by Avenged Sevenfold [City of Evil]

The Truth Is Out There by Sonata Arctica [The Days of Grays]

Best of Me by Sum 41 [Underclass Hero]

Behind Blue Eyes by the Who [Who’s Next]

To Defy the Laws of Tradition by Primus [Frizzle Fry]

Hide by RED [End of Silence]

Don’t Give Up by John Avila, Terrance A Carson, Carmen Carter, and Carl Graves [An Extremely Goofy Movie Dance Party!]

A Cry for Everyone by Gentle Giant [Octopus]

Circumstances by Rush [Hemispheres]

Solitary Shell by Dream Theater [Six Degrees of Inner Turbulence]

Survivor Guilt by Rise Against [Endgame]

What’s Left of the Flag by Flogging Molly [Drunken Lullabies]

Out in the Fields by Sonata Arctica [Unia]

Ghost of Me by Daughtry [Leave This Town]

Angry Side by Breaking Point [Coming of Age]

He’s Gone by Grateful Dead [Europe ’72 Live Bonus Track]

Live for Today by Breaking Point [Coming of Age]

All My Best Friends Are Metalheads by Less than Jake [Hello Rockview]

Deceiver by Disturbed [Indestructible]

Damaged People by Depeche Mode [Playing the Angel]

Meet My Maker by Good Charlotte [The Chronicles of Life and Death]

Scars by Papa Roach [Getting Away with Murder]

Faith Alone by Bad Religion [Against the Grain]

Curse of Me by Wednesday 13 [Fang Bang]

The Truth by Good Charlotte [The Chronicles of Life and Death]

Defenders of the Faith by Judas Priest [Defenders of the Faith]

Brotherhood of Destruction by Sanctity [Road to Bloodshed]

Hands of Love by Ted Poley [Beyond the Fade]

Cindered Shadows

Too Much of Heaven by Eiffel 65 [Europop]

Outcast by James Durbin [Memories of a Beautiful Disaster]

Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen [A Night at the Opera]

Love Like Winter by A.F.I. [Decemberunderground]

Money Thing by the Low Millions [Ex-Girlfriends]

Island Fever by Stagehands [The Silent City]

Jessie’s Girl by Rick Springfield [Platinum and Gold Collection]

May by James Durbin [Memories of a Beautiful Disaster]

The Conjuring by Megadeth [Peace Sells… But Who’s Buying?]

Now Is Forever by Eiffel 65 [Europop]

Three Hopes

What If? (Reprise) from If/Then

Ramblin’ Man by the Allman Brothers Band [Brothers and Sisters]

No Bravery by James Blunt [Back to Bedlam]

Dreaming by System of a Down [Hypnotize]

One Way or Another by Blondie [Parallel Lines]

My Curse by Killswitch Engage [As Daylight Dies]

Everything to Me by Liz Phair [Somebody’s Miracle]

One Shot at Glory by Judas Priest [Painkiller]

Attack by System of a Down [Hypnotize]

For the Sake of Revenge by Sonata Arctica [Unia]

Outsmarted by the Hives [Veni Vidi Vicious]

Conflict by Disturbed [The Sickness]

Stronger by Britney Spears [Oops!... I Did It Again]

Sweet Sacrifice by Evanescence [The Open Door]

Talk by Coldplay [X&Y]

Lost My Mind by They Might Be Giants [Nanobots]

Battlefields by Buckethead [3 Foot Clearance]

Come Together by the Beatles [Abbey Road]

We Are the Champions by Queen [News of the World]

Good Mourning/Black Friday by Megadeth [Peace Sells… But Who’s Buying]

Tick Tick Boom by the Hives [The Black and White Album]

Fear of the Dark by Iron Maiden [Best of the Beast]

Goodbye to You by Breaking Point [Beautiful Disorder]

Fight the Power by bis [The Powerpuff Girls: Heroes and Villains]

Moving Forward by Hoobastank [Every Man for Himself]

New artists: Creedence Clearwater Revival, Nine Days, Kirby, Interrupters, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, (John Avila, Terrance A Carson, Carmen Carter, and Carl Graves), Grateful Dead, Allman Brothers Band, Killswitch Engage

Formerly unique artists: Dave Edmunds, Shaking Family, Mulan, Beastie Boys, Anarchy Club, Primus, Sanctity, Low Millions, Rick Springfield, If/Then, Blondie, Buckethead, bis

Artists who passed a ten: Coming soon

New duplicates: Coming soon

Welcome to the club!

#cc playlists #fire emblem #three houses

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ao3feed-thor · 1 year

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Vistor

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/TqZV5WF

by emeraldlove

They only have one night.

For the New Year's Countdown community on Dreamwidth. Prompt #11 - Vistor

Words: 200, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of 2022 New Year's Countdown, Part 5 of Marvel works

Fandoms: Thor (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: M/M

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Thor (Marvel)

Relationships: Loki/Thor (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Community: newyearcntdown, Double Drabble, New Year's Eve, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Compliant

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/TqZV5WF

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #thor

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futurist · 5 years

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Avengers films + TV Tropes

#marveledit #captainpoe #userhope #marvel #mine #gif #avengers endgame countdown #1

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phastos · 5 years

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Avengers Endgame (The Original Six) Character Countdown:

Character #6: Clint Barton (Hawkeye)

"Doesn't matter what you did, or what you were. If you go out there, you fight, and you fight to kill. Stay in here, you're good. I'll send your brother to come find you. But if you step out that door, you are an Avenger."

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lokis-tribble-army · 5 years

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Day zero has arrived!

Just a few hours until Endgame!

#the waiting has an end #going to watch endgame today #don't spoil the endgame #avengers endgame #avengers 4 #avengers endgame countdown #day zero has arrived #i am so excited i wasn't able to sleep #i feel like it's Christmas #only eight months to early #so hyped #akikos shitpost #marvel #avengers

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andtosaturn · 3 years

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being a marvel fan and a taylor swift fan is just my entire dash being conspiracy theories 80% of the time

#remember the countdown to 4.26 when me! came out. and it was also avengers endgame release day. the week leading up to that ruined me #shut up claire

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roselen-mylady · 4 years

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In Another Life

Bucky Barnes x reader ° part one

Waiting 88 years to find your soulmate? It was cruel. But it was a cruel fate Bucky would have to face whether he accepted it or not. Bucky was a tortured man all his life and he wasn't even granted the solace of having his soulmate at his side. All he had was the promise of one in another life.

They were separated by two different times.

But the pain in their lives were connected. Y/n had been alone ever since she could remember. All she could depend on was the soulmate that was destined to be at her side. Yet when the snap occured she lost him.

And Bucky never got to meet her.

32332 days, 1 hour, 6 minutes and 23 seconds.

Surely that wasn't right.

"What does it say, Buck?" Steve's voice cut through his confused daze. Bucky held out his right wrist letting Steve observe the outrageously long number of days his poor friend would have to wait. Steve's eyes widened and he took hold of Bucky's arm, trying to see for himself.

Bucky had been too dazed to do the math but the alarming number caused him to fall into despair as he dropped his arm numbly.

It was his 18th birthday and two minutes ago he had been just as excited as most people were during their coming of age. But as he stared at the countdown on his arm, watching as the seconds slowly ticked by, he couldn't help but feel hopeless.

"That's like 80 years." Steve gasped, realizing after the fact that his statement probably wasn't the most helpful. Most people didn't even live to see 80, let alone wait that long for a soulmate. Was it some sick joke? Was he destined to be alone?

Steve couldn't even find words to uplift his friend's spirits, making them fall into an upsetting silence. They sat there for a few minutes before Bucky stood from his chair with a soul crushing expression.

"I think I'm gonna call it a day." He said, unsuccessfully hiding his tearful gaze. Steve stood reluctant to leave but Bucky was insistent. He was never one to be weak in front of others, especially not one he devoted his every waking moment to protecting.

Unsurprisingly, the celebration between the two friends ended and Bucky managed to find himself alone for the rest of his birthday. What was supposed to be a joyous day had quickly soured as he mourned the loss of someone he hadn't even met.

Did he do something wrong?

What made him deserve such a cruel fate?

•••

It took years for Bucky to somewhat accept his countdown and he had developed a habit to cover it up. He was able to almost forget about it even if only for a while before he eventually needed to expose his wrist. It was a horrible feeling knowing he would most likely die before meeting his soulmate. Even with medical advances, the odds were against him.

Steve found that while most days Bucky was alright and things seemed normal, he still had bad days. Steve tried his best to distract Bucky on these days and avoided the subject of soulmates all together even when his own countdown appeared. Of course Bucky had been able to force a smile and express his happiness for his friend but Steve knew it wasn't real.

He wasn't sure when Bucky started to move on but he remembered it was sometime in their mid-twenties. He had been ecstatic upon hearing Bucky so cheerful after so long being depressed. But Bucky's methods weren't the best or healthy for that matter.

Bucky had decided that even though he'd never find his soulmate, it didn't mean he had to be alone so he started to become a lady's man of sorts. Oh, how Steve wished he hadn't.

He couldn't exactly object to his friend's behavior, it was fairly common for men to date the way he had and it wasn't like Bucky was inappropriate in his relationships. Yet rather selfishly, Steve hated the idea. He knew his friend's behavior was only a way of coping with his countdown but part of him still felt that Bucky's countdown meant something. The idea made Steve ashamed but he was a firm believer that fate and soulmates were definite and that Bucky would find her.

Perhaps it was that guilt he felt that kept him from saying anything about it when Bucky appeared with a new girl on his arm each time. Eventually Steve grew used to being the tag along and any opposition he felt faded away.

Once he was used to Bucky's flings he wondered why he didn't try to stick to one girl. He must've cared enough about at least one of them to want to start a real relationship. But he realized first hand why Bucky had made an effort not to get too close.

"He's my soulmate, Bucky!" The girl shouted, throwing down the picture frame she had been holding. Steve flinched at the sound of shattering glass, feeling embarrassed to be caught in the middle of the couple's fight. Inside the frame had been a picture of Bucky and the woman smiling while holding one another. It was horribly ironic as Steve looked to his friend, his heart wrenching at the devastated expression on Bucky's face.

"Soulmates are a lie! It's not fate! It's not destiny! It's some idiotic hoax we all let control our lives!" Bucky yelled back. The girl fumed at his comeback, her face clearly expressing her anger.

Steve couldn't blame either side. People had been raised to believe that their soulmates were tied into their lives forever and whether the relationship was romantic or platonic you could never escape them. He couldn't wait to meet his own soulmate and start a life with her much like the poor girl before him wanted. But Steve knew that Bucky's situation was to blame for his resentfulness not because he actually believed what he said.

Because what no one knew except him and Bucky was that before he got his countdown, Bucky wanted that life too.

But it didn't stop her from grabbing her bag and storming off toward the door. "You're only saying that because you'll never meet yours!" She screamed, hitting him where she knew it would hurt most before slamming the door behind her.

It was agonizing watching his friend let go of the one girl he actually wanted to stay. They were good together, Steve knew that much but the girl had found her soulmate and Bucky was helpless to stop her from throwing everything they had out the window.

Bucky had gotten horribly drunk that night and Steve would forever remember his slurred words as he gave Steve a short and bitter piece of advice.

"Soulmates only cause pain and suffering. Don't ever let yourself fall victim." Bucky choked, bringing the liquor bottle back to his lips before wiping his tear stained cheeks.

Steve wanted to tell him it wasn't his soulmate's fault and not to blame her. It was the girl's own fault for so mercilessly ripping out his heart for another man. Soulmate or not it was heartless and yet Steve couldn't help but feel in a way it had been Bucky's soulmate who was to blame.

For the heartbreak he saw in Bucky's eyes that night weren't for the loss of his girlfriend. They were for the missing soulmate he knew he'd never find to complete him.

•••

Shortly after that night, America entered the second World War and Bucky had enlisted as many men in his country had.

"It's for our country." Bucky had explained rather patriotically and while Steve felt the same for his country, he couldn't help but feel that Bucky had only become involved as another distraction.

Steve tried desperately to follow in his footsteps, his motivation split between his inherited patriotism and dedication to looking out for his friend as Bucky had for him. And after months of trying he got his wish in a more unconventional way, becoming the famous Captain America.

Yet unbeknownst to Steve, tragedy had struck Bucky again overseas and he was captured after an unsuccessful attack in Azzano. Strangely the idea of dying hadn't seemed as terrifying to him as it had the others. Whenever he thought of his soulmate, his death came to his mind along with it and he was almost numb to the thought, as sick as that sounded.

"Stop." Bucky begged, leaning his head against the cold metal bar. His plea had caught the attention of the others in the cell with him and they stared at him, thrown off by the statement.

"What?" One of the men asked. Bucky rolled his head to the side lazily, looking at him. He knew he couldn't be mad at them for making conversation using the one thing they all had in common but he couldn't help it.

"Stop with the soulmate talk." He said gruffly. He turned his head back, staring up at the grated hole above them. The men were silent at first trying to respect their Sergeant's request but one bold soldier found himself unable to leave it alone.

"Would you care to talk about yours?" He questioned. Bucky shot him a short glare at his snide remark. It was a younger soldier, one Bucky had known wasn't one for rules but hadn't had too many problems with before then.

"No." Bucky growled, trying to get the kid to back off. He was much too tired to deal with the arrogant young soldier but he knew the kid wouldn't stop there.

"Why not? She dead or something?" He asked. The other men quickly snapped at him for his insensitivity but Bucky was already on his feet. The soldier watched carefully as Bucky paced over to him, a glint of fear in his eye as Bucky stood before him.

As a leader he wasn't new to asserting authority among the soldiers and whipping some into shape. But in their circumstance he found he didn't have the will to do so, instead letting out a long sigh as the others stared at him.

"No. But I will be." His voice was soft, just barely loud enough for those around him to hear. The soldier said nothing more to him even as Bucky volunteered himself to be taken away, sparing his soldiers even if only for one more day.

The idea of soulmates had left Bucky bitter and he cursed the universe for having dealt him such a bad hand. Soulmates were supposed to give people hope, a reason to carry on in the miserable scheme of things. But he had been deprived of that from the beginning.

He found that he could no longer fight the emptiness that had grown in his heart for years from the absence of his other half. So he warmly welcomed whatever HYDRA had planned.

But rather than torture or death he was met with Steve, yet not the Steve he had left. No this Steve was much bigger and stronger and Bucky already knew he was never going to get used to it. Once escaping, Bucky soon came to learn of the supersoldier serum and how Steve was now America's hero. And it didn't take much convincing on Steve's part to get Bucky to join the Captain's team of men as they sought out and destroyed the HYDRA bases.

Bucky would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy fighting alongside his friends as they took out a significant branch of the German forces. Unlike his soulmate, fighting the good fight gave him a purpose and he was able to finally accept his unfortunate countdown, no longer feeling anger or sadness toward it. He didn't really feel anything towards it.

Or so he had thought.

He allowed himself to share it with the others, something he had only done with Steve. It was rather entertaining listening to their brainstorming and for the first time he laughed about it. It was ironic laughing at his misfortune but he felt entitled to do so.

"What if you meet her in the future?" One of them questioned suddenly. The statement had rattled him so much he hadn't even known which had suggested it.

"What?" Bucky mumbled, stunned. The idea of meeting someone 78 years in the future had never even seemed possible to him and he certainly wouldn't have allowed himself to hope.

"What if you meet her in the future? I mean, if Steve can be a superhuman who's to say time travel isn't in the near future." Dum Dum added.

Bucky fell silent, processing the words carefully. He didn't want to give himself hope in finding her but there was some logic behind his statement. What if fate hadn't meant for him to never meet her? What if it was just going to take a bit longer than most?

And with that small bit of confirmation from his heart, for one blissful second he let his mind imagine her.

He thought of the color of her eyes or the style of her hair. Did she like animals? Did she bite her nails? Was she funny? Did she like the snow? Could she dance? He almost smiled thinking about teaching her to waltz.

Steve watched with anxious eyes as Bucky stared at the ground, his smile slowly fading as he thought more.

Was she out there somewhere believing the same as he did? Did she feel lonely too? Did she think about him? Would she love him?

A part of him felt that she would. Even though he resented the idea of soulmates he knew he loved her more than he felt was rational. It was an indescribable feeling, loving someone you knew nothing about and he would've argued he didn't if he didn't feel so depressed by knowing he'd never meet her. He loved and mourned her all at once and he knew deep down she was the only one who would understand how that felt. He knew she would love him too even if the only thing connecting them was their mutual loss of one another.

"I think we should call it a night." Steve announced, not wanting them to say anything else that might hurt Bucky. They agreed and walked off toward their tents with drunken giggles and taunts. Steve went with Bucky to his tent though it was a silent walk. They sat inside on his cot for a good while before Bucky built the nerve to speak.

"Do you think she loves me?" Bucky questioned suddenly. Steve hesitated before replying, unsure whether to play into getting Bucky's hopes up.

"Yeah. I think she does even if she doesn't know it yet." Steve answered truthfully. He couldn't help but hope for his friend's happiness. Even though it seemed impossible, it didn't stop him from believing that one day Bucky might find his soulmate.

Bucky nodded keeping his eyes on the ground. Steve took that as his cue to leave and he gave Bucky a quiet goodnight before heading off to his own tent.

Bucky fell asleep shortly after that but was abruptly awoken sometime in the early hours in a cold sweat. For the first time in years, he had a dream. It left him shaken to the core and before he could even process it, he had begun to cry.

In his dream, he saw the woman he had believed he'd never meet. By the time he had woken up he could only remember a blur of her but it was enough to give him hope that maybe, just maybe one day in another life he'd finally be able to see her. To hold her close and tell her how long he had been waiting for her.

But even his new found desire to find the woman behind the face couldn't save him from his fate that cold, devastating day.

•••

His time at HYDRA came back in dizzying fragments but he remembered them finding him at the bottom of the frozen canyon, blood trailing from his torn arm. He supposed they thought he was unconscious because they began their procedure right away. He felt every torturous second of having the remainder of his limb removed and replaced with a metal version.

He must've finally slipped from consciousness because when he had come to, he had control of the arm and he instantly used it to choke the man closest to him. They drugged him to get him to stop and reluctantly his grip on the man loosened as his body went numb.

He didn't know how long he had been frozen for or exactly when he was frozen again but he knew every time he came out of cryostatis, someone died. With being the new fist of HYDRA, he assassinated important figures who might oppose them and while most were still foggy to him, he vividly remembered killing Howard Stark and his wife.

During the times he was out of the ice he struggled to remember who he was or what he was doing. He was a soldier and every part of his identity had been scrubbed clean from his mind. But there was one part of him they could never erase and he recalled staring at the countdown every chance he got. He supposed it was the only piece of himself he had to hold onto and though he couldn't remember what the numbers had been the last time he was thawed it still gave him hope that he had a purpose other than to kill.

"How many years are in 23,725 days?" He had questioned someone numbly. The HYDRA scientist closest to him had taken pity on him, answering his question quietly as to avoid getting in trouble.

"About 65 years." They said shortly. He nodded silently, not even noticing as someone stormed into the room making the scientist cower knowing he'd done something he shouldn't have.

However Bucky had been so satisfied with the answer he didn't even fight as they shoved the rubber piece into his mouth and forced him back. Those simple numbers were the reason he was thrown into the blender so often but it didn't stop him from asking whenever he got the chance.

Of course no one answered him, not after what had happened to the last guy but even his simple curiosity was enough for them to tear apart his mind like a discarded puzzle that needed to go back in the box. Even years after being freed of HYDRA he couldn't remember most of the things they had done to him.

It went on like that for decades and sometime during that he stopped asking about his countdown, finally becoming the mindless soldier they desired. Not even the idea of his soulmate could remind him that he was human and he hadn't questioned their cause for a long time. That was until Steve came along.

Reminding Bucky of who he was wasn't an easy process, most attempts ending with him becoming hostile, even feral due to years of brainwashing. But soon the memories became too strong and even frequent brainwashing wasn't able to stop him from remembering parts of his past life. And after his final fight with Steve he realized staying with HYDRA was no longer an option but neither was going with Steve.

So he went underground, trying to protect both himself and everyone around him. It was only a matter of time before Steve found him again, leading to the catastrophic fight between Avengers at that Berlin airport. After the final fight between Steve and Tony he realized the only way to keep Steve and everyone else safe was to go back to cryostasis. Thankfully Wakanda had supplied a way for him to do this, though Steve was naturally reluctant.

"You sure about this?" Steve questioned. Bucky smiled, having never been more sure of anything.

"I can't trust my own mind. So, until they figure out how to get this stuff out of my head I think going back under is the best thing...for everybody." He sighed, looking down, guilt washing over him. He had done so many terrible things, most of which he didn't even remember. He couldn't inflict himself on the world again.

"Besides, maybe when I wake up my soulmate will be waiting for me." He offered with a playful shrug. Steve laughed, putting his hand on Bucky's shoulder.

"Yeah, well if she is, chew her out for keeping you waiting for so long." Steve replied. Bucky laughed, shaking his head. He remembered the hate he once felt for soulmates but whether it be his fragile mind or just the fact that the numbers on his wrist were almost normal looking, he no longer felt angry.

Instead he felt something he hadn't felt in a really long time.

He felt optimistic.

"She'll be worth the wait."

•••

He was taken out again once his mind and arm had finally healed enough for him to feel like himself again. Unfortunately his soulmate hadn't been waiting for him when he woke up but he was content with waiting a little longer. And with the help of Shuri he made a life of farming and solitude in Wakanda while he did so.

Much of his time out in the green fields were spent allowing his mind to run wild about her. He had never let himself become excited about his soulmate since it seemed so hopeless before but now his wrist wore a more plausible countdown. Looking forward to it was justified and even expected now that he was so close.

The numbers had decreased drastically in the 73 years his mind had been lost and it now read a fair number of 1825 days. Once showing Shuri the countdown she calculated the exact second he'd meet his fated soulmate but he could only remember it was sometime in October of 2023. While the year sounded like something out of a book he realized he had actually lived to 2018. The impossible thing he had told himself he'd never be able to witness was only 5 years away and he felt euphoric knowing he only had to wait a little bit longer to meet her.

But his happiness didn't last long for the King of Wakanda himself came to Bucky with a new arm. He already knew what T'Challa would ask of him and he sighed, looking down at the black Vibranium arm likely made for him by Shuri.

"Where's the fight?" He questioned, resignation clear in his tone. A part of him had known things were too good and that something would happen to change that but he had naively wished it would happen after finally meeting his soulmate.

But the universe had planned to make him suffer one more time and he was woefully incapable of fighting it this time.

•••

The battle against Thanos's forces had been harder and crazier than any fight he'd been a part of before. He hadn't even grown used to the advanced technology Wakanda contained and yet there he was fighting aliens alongside a talking raccoon. His years of being a soldier of HYDRA came in handy as he held his own against the horrible monsters that invaded the once peaceful land of Wakanda.

And when Thanos had been hit in the chest with the ax that was larger than life, he found he was relieved. In that short moment he decided this would be his last fight and that he would dedicate every moment from that point forward to finding his soulmate once and for all.

He didn't care if he had to spend the remaining years searching the far corners of the world. He would find her.

But he hadn't realized how far things were from over until the snap.

Tragedy struck Bucky one more time that day, only he hadn't been around to witness it. He was the first of many to be taken from the world at the hands of Thanos.

But the countdown continued.

Part two

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lovethedanielhd · 5 years

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5 days until Tony can eat again

#engdame #avengers endgame #tony stark #ironman #avengers #mcu #marvel #countdown #my art #comic

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logangarfield · 5 years

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Countdown to Endgame [3/3] favorite scenes/moments:

↳ Bleeding Edge Armor

#gifs #tony stark #countdown to endgame meme #avengers: infinity war #iw gifs #film gifs #tony stark gifs #robert downey jr

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diazevan · 5 years

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Countdown to Spider-Man: Far From Home [5 days to go] ↳ War Pt.11 By Former Vandel [Do not tag as ship!]

#marveledit #mcuedit #dailymarvel #dailymarvelheroes #dailyavengers #tonystarkedit #peterparkeredit #countdowntoffh #tony stark #peter parker #iwedit #endgame #avengers: endgame #endgame spoilers #this countdown became irondad month #and i'm not even angry #libby's creation

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Five Memorable Movie Moments from 2019

Now that the dust from the holiday season has settled, I’d like to give the old year a proper sendoff. Rather than compiling a generic “Top 10 Films” list, however, I’m going to narrow my focus. Keeping in mind that this rundown is far from comprehensive, here are a handful of movie moments that stuck with me in 2019.

[SPOILER WARNING: The following list discusses major plot points from Rocketman, Avengers: Endgame, The Irishman, Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, and Knives Out in great detail; PLEASE PROCEED WITH CAUTION!]

Rocketman: I’d hardly consider “I Want Love” to be an “essential” Elton John song… but in the hands of director Dexter Fletcher and his collaborators, it becomes the best number in a jukebox musical fantasy packed full of great ones. In the context of the narrative, the lyrics paint a heartbreaking portrait of an irreparably shattered family, with both the young protagonist and his neglectful parents seeking affection and validation in all the wrong places—thus elegantly setting the stage for the decades-spanning tragedy to follow.

Avengers: Endgame – While the death of Tony Stark—the character that laid the foundation for Marvel’s shared cinematic universe—definitely packs a huge emotional punch, the buildup to his selfless sacrifice resonated just a bit more for me. Disoriented from the fight against Thanos’ forces, Iron Man gazes across the battlefield… and sees that the Mad Titan has managed to seize the Infinity Gauntlet. Realizing that he’s the only Avenger close enough to intervene, Stark glances at the preoccupied Doctor Strange for confirmation that he can salvage the situation. The Sorcerer Supreme simply raises his index finger, grimly signaling that this is, indeed, the one scenario out of 14 million in which he foresaw a chance at victory. Stark is painfully aware that foiling the galactic conqueror’s genocidal ambitions will cost him his own life—as well as a happy future with his wife and child—and he springs into action anyway. His unwavering resolve proves that “I am Iron Man” is no hollow boast.

The Irishman: It’s almost impossible to choose a single memorable scene from Martin Scorsese latest organized crime epic; ultimately, I decided to go with the one that best represents its deliciously contradictory atmosphere. As Robert De Niro’s Frank Sheeran rides towards his fateful final meeting with Al Pacino’s Jimmy Hoffa, his two accomplices have a humorously banal argument about how damp and smelly the backseat is; the driver sheepishly explains that he delivered some fish shortly before picking them up, prompting Hoffa to offer advice on how to properly transport seafood. Beneath the surface-level comedy, however, lies a powerful undercurrent of suspense, because Sheeran knows that once they reach their destination, he will have to betray and murder his closest friend. It’s a study in conflicting tones that’s every bit as effective as anything that Quentin Tarantino has ever written.

Once Upon a Time in Hollywood: Speaking of Tarantino, his latest effort—an unabashed celebration of Old Hollywood—is similarly packed with iconic moments, but I’m going to stand by the assertion that I made in my initial review: the scene in which Brad Pitt’s Cliff Booth prepares dinner for himself and his pit bull is an absolutely ingenious bit of character work. As he navigates his cramped trailer, the world-weary stuntman finds his refrigerator nearly empty; he ends up eating stovetop macaroni and cheese straight out of the pot. His cupboards, on the other hand, are literally overflowing with cans of gourmet dog food. This cleverly and succinctly establishes his loyal, nurturing personality: Cliff always takes care of his friends and family, often at the expense of his own wellbeing. In many ways, it also symbolically epitomizes his relationship with Leonardo DiCaprio’s Rick Booth, foreshadowing the film’s history-revising conclusion.

Knives Out: Although critics have rightfully praised Ana de Armas’ starring turn in Rian Johnson’s subversive spin on the whodunit genre, Daniel Craig’s nuanced performance as private investigator Benoit Blanc is the glue that holds the deliberately convoluted plot together. To quote my original review: “[Blanc’s] bizarre philosophical musings straddle the line between brilliance and buffoonery, making it difficult to discern whether our intrepid ‘hero’ is merely obfuscating ignorance in order to lull his prey into a false sense of security… or genuinely is as utterly clueless as he acts.” While his spectacular Poirot Summation (which very closely resembles the climax of an Ace Attorney game) is undeniably impressive, the detective’s most memorable moment actually occurs during the denouement, when he casually reveals that he’d immediately noticed an incriminating drop of blood on our protagonist’s shoe during their first encounter; he only ignored the obvious evidence because he recognized that there was a deeper mystery afoot. It’s the perfect resolution to his character arc, allaying any lingering doubts that the viewer might have had regarding his credentials as a super sleuth.

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