#Natasha broker

[acciokaidanalenko]

Taking on the Universe: Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen: Searching for Proof

Summary: Commander Shepard and her squad take the investigation into their own hands.

CW/TW: None

Preview of chapter below the cut. AO3 link: here.

Natasha led the others into the small office that belonged to the Shadow Broker's agent, Barla Von. The Volus in question was seated at the desk in the back of the room, two armed mechs flanking him protectively. The decor was limited to a few small potted plants in the corners of the room, and no other furniture. The only thing to be found in abundance in this barren room were the surveillance cameras positioned in such a way around its perimeter that every square inch would be covered.

"Ah, hello, Earth Clan. What an honor it is to have the Hero of the Blitz herself visiting my humble business," the Volus said as Natasha was the first to approach. Alenko, Williams, and Garrus followed closely behind, moving slowly and uncertainly as the Shadow Broker's agent offered his greeting. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Commander Shepard?"

"How do you know my name?" she asked apprehensively, stopping a short distance in front of the desk. She stood where chairs would normally be positioned in an office such as this, though they were absent in this case.

"Come now, Commander, surely you're aware of how famous you are. Not only among your fellow Humans." He paused briefly, and Natasha imagined the sly smile that must've been on his face as he spoke. "Your exploits on Elysium during the Skyllian Blitz are known throughout the galaxy. Your bravery has been lauded over the years." Another interval of silence as the Volus watched her intently. "Though, one does wonder... What number of those people who hail you a hero, would change their opinion if they knew what you sacrificed that day?"

A pointed silence lingered as the Volus finished speaking, the final hiss of his breathing punctuating the air as Natasha glared at him, her fists clenching in response to his veiled threat. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she struggled to contain her anger, focusing on her need to quell the sudden wave of biotic energy threatening to spill out from her carefully contained aura.

Natasha took a deep breath to calm herself, noting the way Alenko subtly stepped closer to her. She quickly reminded herself of the objective of this meeting, her goal to acquire the information necessary to take Saren down. She couldn't allow herself to consider how this stranger knew about the cost of her victory when the Alliance had worked so hard to keep it hidden from the public.

"Sounds as if you're well-informed, Barla Von," she countered sharply, ignoring his baited words and pushing through the emotional turmoil now raging within her mind.

"Ah, so now we come to the reason for your visit today. Is information what you seek from me, Shepard?"

"We need any information you have about the recent attack on Eden Prime, or the one responsible," she replied with a swift nod of her head. The Volus stared at her for a long moment, allowing the loud hiss of his breathing to fill the silence as he watched the group squirm with impatience.

"The recent attack on Eden Prime was a tragedy, most certainly. How odd for the Geth to find themselves on a Human colony, so far from the Perseus Veil. I wonder what led to such an alliance? One of the Council's best agents leading the Geth, in pursuit of Ancient Prothean technology? Very curious behavior, indeed."

"Enough with the mind games and riddles! Just tell us what you know about Paradise and Saren so we can take his ass down," Williams interjected, her tone sharp as her patience had reached its limit. The Volus chuckled darkly and shifted his gaze to the chief for the first time since the group had entered his office.

"My, my, my. The Hero of the Blitz keeps such interesting company," Barla Von mused as he steepled his hands together and continued to stare at Williams over them. His tone had turned mischievous. He seemed to be enjoying this game of his own invention, toying with the soldiers as he dangled their secrets in front of them.

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[aztrosist666]

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#i forgot about the standard banner pity thing where it lets you choose every 300 pulls. literally my savior thank you hoyo #BUT i am broker than broke rn after building lynx so she will have to wait a bit on leveling and traces ……….. #n e way now all im missing from the standard banner are himeko gepard and luka #forgotten hall WATCH OUT bailu is gonna carry i know it. sorry natasha your days r numbered #🐋

[supercap2319]

"What are you doing here, Y/N?" Bucky whispered angrily when they were alone in the dark corner of the club.

Imagine Bucky's surprise when he was supposed to be meeting the Power Broker, but instead he was introduced to their right-hand man, the illustrious Mr. Hellfire. Who just happened to be Y/N in disguise. Bucky tried to hide his surprise and his annoyance when he and Y/N shook hands. "Soldat. Nakonets-to my vstretilis'."

Since when did Y/N speak Russian? Bucky nodded and gave him a cold stare. "Tak zhe."

After the introductions were made, and Bucky could have a moment alone; he grabbed Y/N and took him to the nearest private spot. "Shh! You're gonna blow my cover. It's Mr. Hellfire."

"What are you doing here?" Bucky repeats.

"I'm working undercover. You said I couldn't help you on this mission as an Avenger. So, I thought–"

"–you thought you'd pretend to be a cold-hearted assassin?"

"Look, it's fine. Nobody knows what he looks like. Natasha and I checked his apartment. He had a bunch of facial alterations and lots of other things to make him look like he's a different person each mission."

"You involved Natasha?" Bucky groaned. "Why would you do that?"

"Bucky, they tried to kill Steve." Y/N said.

"What?!" Bucky looks shocked. "When?"

"A few days after you left for here. He shot up the place and Steve got a bullet graze through his side. We figured the best way to find out who hired Mr. Hellfire was to pretend to be him."

Bucky pinched the bridge of his nose. "This is dangerous, Doll."

"I can protect myself. I have something nobody here has. Something guns can't even compete with." Y/N smiled.

Before Bucky could say anything, they heard footsteps as Y/N grabbed Bucky by his leather harness and crashed their lips together. A few moments later, someone cleared their throat. "Soldat? Mr. Hellfire? The Boss wants to see you both."

Y/N pulled back and wiped his mouth. "Of course. Just getting... Acquainted."

Bucky watched Y/N walk off as he cursed. "Fuck!"

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #hitman #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #james bucky buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #sebastian stan #Sebastian Stan x male reader #winter soldier #Winter Soldier x male reader #hitman reader

[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-twenty three

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Author's Note: unsure if another update is coming today or not. so enjoy this one for now!

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EIGHT MONTHS LATER. 

I let out a deep breath while pulling my jacket closer to my chest as I continued the walk down the busy streets of New York City. It was after six in the evening and everyone was rushing to get home to enjoy the rest of their evening while I was trying to make it to the office in time, before he left. 

This wasn’t an easy decision I made, knowing the consequences that could follow. But I didn’t have any other choice. He was the only one that could help me with this.  

The thought of if he would even want to help me did cross my mind a few times, especially with how things ended, but there was a small part of me that hoped his feelings for me were still strong. Strictly to help me with my problem, nothing else. 

It had been so long since I talked to any of the three men I used to work with, deciding to stay off of social media because I couldn’t bother to see what happened with Bucky and Natasha. By now, he had to have realized that I was right; Natasha was faking the entire pregnancy. 

Yet, I hadn’t heard from him so maybe he still decided to stay with her. 

You told him to stay away. 

Shaking away the thought, I turned the corner and the all too familiar building came into view as with one last deep breath, I pushed through the door and my eyes landed on the person sitting at what used to be my desk. My heart hammered in my chest as his scent filled my senses. 

“Well, it seems like the job isn’t available anymore, huh?” 

He turned around in a haste in the chair, eyes grazing over every inch of me to make sure I had been standing in front of him. 

The last time we talked was a few months ago and we actually hadn’t seen each other since before I quit. He looked the same, hair and beard a bit longer. 

“Hi Steve,” I smiled. 

“Y/N?” 

Steve was quick on his feet to wrap his arms around me and lifted my body off of the ground a few inches. I closed my eyes at the warmth, silently missing him just as much. 

“How have you been?” Steve asked while setting me back onto solid ground. 

I nodded. “Good, I guess. How have things been here?” 

Steve hesitated, his shoulders going stiff. “Have you talked to him at all?” 

This time I shook my head so Steve gently led me to the couch in the main area of the office and we sat next to each other. He scratched at his beard, trying to find the right way to say this. 

“He’s gone rogue the last couple of months. He doesn't need mine or Sam’s help for anything, he takes care of the problems himself.” 

I pointed towards his office. “Is he here?” 

Steve shook his head. “I haven't seen him all day. He called me earlier to say he’s got something to take care of so he’s going to be at Power Brokers tonight.” 

My eyes narrowed. “He hates that club. Why would he go there?” 

“I don’t know,” Steve sighed. “He doesn’t tell Sam or I anything anymore. We only show up here now in case he needs us.” 

“Are he and Nat-?” 

He placed a hand on my knee, stopping the words. “That’s something Bucky has to talk to you about.” 

With a slow nod, I contemplated my next move because I knew that if I went to Power Broker tonight, it would be a disaster from the start. That club was highly known as a black market, people trying to sell you things that you couldn’t buy anywhere else. But if you didn’t agree to it it would be highly unlikely that you would make it back out alive. 

“Are you going to tell me why you showed up tonight?” 

I gave Steve my attention now and shrugged. “Trust me, I would rather go to anyone else with this but Bucky is the only one that can help me.” 

He cupped my cheek. “Please be careful.” 

“Always,” I covered his hand with my own. 

The music of the club vibrated against my bones as I maneuvered my way through the seas of people, who did their best to either dance with me or sell me on their latest project they had hiding in their pocket. I ignored all of them, keeping my focus on finding the one person that I needed. 

When I asked the bouncers outside if they had seen Bucky, they were quick to give him up. 

“He’s been causing problems here all night but refuses to leave. The men we have here aren't nearly as strong as he is to kick him out.”

I was on high alert, skiing tingling with my senses, as I observed the giant open dance floor of the club until some commotion at the bar piqued my interest. I watched as a guy was thrown onto the glass bar top, black and gold fingers wrapped around his throat. 

“Where is she?!” 

The voice was deep, angry, and wanted to know the answers. 

My heart beat intensified as I marveled at how different he looked yet looking exactly the same. The brown leather vest that covered his broad chest was missing a sleeve, his entire vibranium arm on full display.  He didn’t look like a mob boss any longer but more so a soldier. 

The heat pooled between my legs but I squeezed them shut, knowing that now wasn't the time to think about that. 

“I swear, I don’t know where she is! Last I heard, they were in Budapest!” The man struggled for his life under the tight grip around his throat. 

“They were together?” 

The man on the bar nodded, as best he could. “That’s what my guys tell me.” 

As I saw a glimmer of sharp metal emerge from the pocket of the other man's vest, I finally decided to speak up. 

“Bucky.” 

My voice might have been hushed with the background noise of the club but I knew he heard because Bucky looked away from the man he had pinned, his once blue iris now dark stared back at me. The firmness in his body faded with his face softening, as he dropped the man to the floor below. 

“Doll?” 

I swallowed thickly at the old pet name because I couldn't get distracted, I needed to finish what I came for. 

“I need your help,” I admitted with a shaky breath.

#mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #mob!bucky barnes x yn #mob!bucky barnes and yn #mob!bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes and reader #sebastian stan #moment of weakness-mob!bucky barnes

[werebothdoingareallygoodjob]

Natasha brings her motorcycle to a slow roll down the alley and backs it against the brick wall of a building. She cuts the headlamp and the darkness off the alley floods in. A tropical storm has just passed over Madripor and the city's usual thrumming nightlife hasn't had a chance to crawl it's way back into the streets. The storm leaves a thick, sodden feeling to the air.

A little over an hour ago, she received an alert that the security system in her Lowtown safehouse was disarmed and the pressure sensors she installed in the floor registered a presence. She removes her helmet and the alley's wet pavement reflects back pink and blue neon onto Natasha's vibrant red hair. Now that she is stationary, the humidity has Natasha peeling off her riding jacket and stashing it in the panier in exchange for her firearm. She tucks it in the back of her leather pants, more for convenience than to actually conceal it. The cropped black halter top highlighting Natasha's toned torso doesn't do anything to hide the gun. It's not as if Madripor dress code calls for being discreet either.

Natasha walks around the corner and down the block to a different alley. The block heel of her boots clacks with each step and she feels suddenly aware of just how weird a quiet Madripor is. She approaches the back door of the safehouse. There is moss growing at the bottom of the wooden door frame and several large native plants climb up the walls adjacent to the door on either side. Warm yellow light faintly illuminating the gauzy curtains of a small widow to the left of the door divulges a presence inside but Natasha can't hear any noise.

She reaches for her lock pick kit from her back pocket and hunches a bit to get a better view of the lock. The door is slightly ajar, which would normally be a little unsettling to Natasha, but she has a feeling she knows who is inside. She nudges the door open, forgoing the lock pick.

Natasha steps inside and closes the door behind her with a soft thump. There is a mostly empty bowl with chopsticks resting in it, a carafe of old coffee, and an ashtray on the table in front of her. The kitchen is empty but she wraps her fingers around the butt of the gun resting at her lower back as she approaches the doorway to the bedroom just off the kitchen.

Before Natasha rounds the corner, she hears a loud gulp, followed by a heavy sigh. The left corner of Natasha's mouth curls into a knowing half smile and she relaxes her hand from the firearm.

"You know, I think you've gotten a little rusty in your espionage skills," she greets him warmly as she leans against the doorway. "I'd be happy to give you a few tips."

Bucky is sitting on the edge of the bed facing the doorway, his legs stretched out in front of him and metal arm resting between his thighs. He blinks up at Natasha blearily and the yellow light from the kitchen exaggerates the sharp planes of his face. There is a gash on the corner of his mouth that still looks fresh. Bucky's right hand grips the neck of a bottle, which rests on top of his right thigh.

"Hmm," he hufs. He pulls his left leg under him and goes to stand unsuccessfully. A hiss of pain passes through his clenched jaw.

"At ease Sargeant, I'm not here to evict you," she quips, still leaning against the doorway. "What happened?"

"Power broker goons. Turns out I'm no good on my own these days," he says and turns his head from her gaze.

"Turns out," Natasha echoes. "Let me get a look at you."

Natasha pushes away from the door to approach Bucky's still seated form. He leans down to set the bottle on the floor and it clinks against another one, empty and previously discarded.

"I thought you super soldiers couldn't get drunk," Natasha questions as she presses her palm to his shoulder to encourage him to lay back. The intense heat radiating off his body sounds at least one alarm in Natasha's mind.

"M'not drunk, just needed something to do," Bucky protests as he complies to her gentle touch and lays back with his legs still off the bed.

"Hmm," Natasha suspects that might not be entirely true.

She notices Bucky's shoulder holster is still on over his red henley. Definite sweat rings have formed around the collar and underarms of the shirt and he doesn't appear to be using his left arm. He must've been in pretty bad shape when he stumbled into the safehouse a few hours ago.

"You feel feverish," Natasha states flatly, even though she meant it to be a question. "Stay there."

Bucky grunts lowly in response.

Natasha takes four strides into the bathroom right outside of the bedroom door and doesn't bother turning on the light. She yanks open a stuck bathroom drawer that has been warped from the humidity. She jiggles it forward once more to reach the first aid kit stashed at the back of it. Natasha brings it to the kitchen and sets the first aid kit on the table. The warm yellow light helps her locate a syringe and a small gauge needle inside of it. She retrieves a glass vial from the dated avocado-green fridge and sets about attaching the needle to the syringe. Natasha punctures the foil top with the needle, flips the vial upsidedown, and draws a suitable dose of the liquid into the syringe.

Natasha strides back into the bedroom with the first aid kit in her right hand and the syringe in the left. She sets the kit down on the bed near Bucky's side and straddles his outstretched legs. She gazes over his supine form, watching his broad chest rise and fall with deep breaths. After a moment of consideration, she hikes one knee up on the bed to better lean over him. Natasha puts the barrel of the syringe between her teeth and presses the palm of her left hand into the top of Bucky's thigh to steady herself. She reaches for the bottom hem of his shirt with her right and attempts to make eye contact with Bucky for his consent to lift his shirt, but his head has lulled to the side.

"James," she calls softly around the barrel of the syringe as to not startle him if he's drifted off. He doesn't respond.

Natasha slowly begins to lift his shirt and can feel it sticking to his skin with blood from a recent wound just below his ribs. Bucky suddenly snaps to awareness and lurches up. The abrupt contraction of his abdominals causes fresh blood to seep from the wound.

Bucky is inches from her face and his eyes are darting rapidly between hers. His top lip curls into a snarl and his right hand grips the bedsheets below him. His gaze breaks to look down at the syringe between her lips and then immediately back to her eyes.

"Relax," Natasha hisses behind the syringe, drawing out the last syllable.

"Natalia?" Bucky whispers. His brow is furrowed and eyes are rapidly scanning Natasha's face. A hiss of pain escape him as his abs pull in protectively. He briefly closes his eyes, snarl still firmly in place. Natasha's insides briefly constrict. She reaches up to safely remove the syringe from her mouth before anymore sporadic movements are made and swallows roughly.

"Yeah, it's me."

Bucky relaxes his mouth and exhales. His right arm buckles and he falls back to the bed. Natasha briefly considers that bringing a syringe around a fever addled former assassin was probably not the best course of action.

"I'm giving you something to help with the infection," she says and adds for reassurance, "It's just me here."

Bucky has gone back to his semi-catatonc state, head lulled to the left. Natasha pulls the neck of his shirt and shoulder holster down to access the muscle of his right shoulder before swiftly puncturing it with the needle and depressing the plunger with her thumb. She withdrawals the needle and releases the over stretched fabric.

Natasha returns to the task of lifting Bucky's shirt to asses his injuries, but decides against it. Instead, she removes the knife secured at Bucky's hip, bunches the fabric in her left hand and pulls the knife through it. She tears the shirt the rest of the way up to the neckline.

"M'not dead," Bucky grumbles. "Yet," he finishes as his eyes find Natasha's soft gaze.

Fresh blood bubbles out of the poorly sutured wound on Bucky's right side. The skin around it is inflamed and several smaller cuts adorn his torso around it. What's more concerning to Natasha though is the massive deep red coloring that takes up the entirety of his left pectoral.

"Barnes," Natasha tries to rouse him. He doesn't respond immediately and in the stretch of silence, Natasha can hear his shallow breathing. She reaches up to press two fingers into the pulse point of his neck.

"Lucky me, you're too stubborn for that," Natasha's half smile returned as she met his eyes.

#buckynat #bucky x natasha #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #febuwhump #winterwidow #yay i did it #said through gritted teeth

[quietlyimplode]

the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: Day 16 - Don’t go where I can’t follow

Warnings: whump but nothing explicit

Word Count: 2k (gif not mine)

Summary: Yelena sends a coded message, a trap or askance for help?

A/N: <3

Masterlist

Whumptober Masterlist

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‘Meet me in Stockholm. Come alone.’

The coded message bypasses Tony’s AI and Natasha feels it could only be Yelena.

The message is accompanied by coordinates to a café and time.

Natasha smiles at the old language and tries to explain to Clint, that the coordinates and time are wrong.

By swapping the second number and reversing it, you get the true coordinates and time.

It’s not Stockholm.

It’s Rome.

Not 1pm but 4am.

The date reads for the next day.

She still thinks the ‘come alone’, still stands though.

There’s a distinct happiness and apprehension that comes and Natasha pushes the feelings down, she can’t afford hope.

Not just yet.

Clint is adamant on coming, but Natasha worries that if he does, it’ll spook Yelena into leaving, and when he puts it to the others she finds that Tony also wants to help.

Steve stands back and watches the arguments unfold until she explodes at all of them.

“Likely we have one chance at this. You,” she points to Clint, “don’t need to come, you do however need to broker peace with Fury, so on the off chance she does want to defect we have a place for her. Shield may be gone but he can still pull the strings. And you,” she points to Tony, “can do the behind the scenes setting everything up. If she comes here, can you find her a place to stay? Somewhere near mine or Clint’s apartment. She probably won’t stay there but maybe the offering of it, could entice her to come. Pepper knows what I mean, there’s money in my bank account to lease it; just use that?”

Natasha puts her hand up as Tony starts to protest, “just use the money? It’s not like it’s my only bank account.”

She smiles.

“And you, Captain, sorry, I don’t think symbolism of America is quite what I need right now.”

He nods back.

“It’s fine, Sam and I have a lead on Bucky anyway, you don’t think it’s all connected do you?”

She shrugs, stepping towards him.

“Where’s the lead?” Clint asks.

Steve looks at Tony who makes it appear on the screen.

“It actually is in Stockholm, Tony’s AI picked him up in the Vasa Museum and tracked him to Strotorget where it lost him. The main square was too busy,” he tells her.

She looks to Tony and nods.

“I didn’t know you were helping?”

Tony gestures around.

She shakes her head, cutting off his cocky retort.

“No, you follow your leads and I’ll follow mine, hopefully both of us will get some answers.”

She can feels Clint’s gaze on her.

“I’m coming,” he tells her, “whether you want me there or not.”

Rolling her eyes, Natasha nods; “fine but you’re coming to talk to Fury with me.”

.

The train station in Rome is busy, like the airport.

Clint climbs up the rafters dressed as electrician and hopes that he’s been inconspicuous enough that no one has noticed his ascent.

“Nat, I have eyes on you,” he tells her, “three exits and a café to your right.”

He uses the sight to look at the furthest exit.

“Do you think she’ll come as herself?”

“Blonde hair and all?”

Clint knows she can’t answer, but he likes to talk all the same.

“What’s your opener going to be?” he wonders, out loud.

“How’s it going? Long time, no see?”

He looks at the the other exits, not seeing anyone matching Yelena’s description.

A young girl approaches Natasha and immediately she stands.

Clint’s heart sinks, of course Yelena would be underhanded and use little girls to lure Natasha.

It’s effective.

He watches her move, following the girl.

“Nat, stop, no, don’t follow her,” he huffs, adjusting his potion and tailing after her from above.

The second exit, he thinks.

“Natasha, do you hear me? Don’t be a fucking idiot and get played,” he tells her.

He reaches a dead end from above and is forced to just watch as she makes her way to the exit. He races back the way he came, hoping she takes small steps as he loses sight of her.

He hasn’t even seen Yelena.

“Nat. No. Don’t got out, don’t go where I can’t follow, slow down I’m almost there, just wait,” he swears almost out of breath, as he hurries down the ladder.

By the time he reaches where he last saw her, she’s gone.

.

“Can you help me find my sister?” the little girl asks Natasha.

“I lost her and I can’t find her.”

Natasha’s heart sinks, as openers go, it’s a pretty good one she’s got to admit.

“I’ll help you find her,” Natasha replies.

“That’s what she said you’d say,” the little girl smiles.

“Follow me.”

Natasha stands, hears Clint’s warnings, his panic, as the little girl moves seamlessly through the crowd.

If she stops, she knows she’ll lose her.

“She wants to see you alone, she says your boyfriend can’t come,” the little girl says, eyes following Natasha as she walks backwards and then forward.

“Follow me.”

They exit through a news agency, the girl nodding to the owner as she leads Natasha through.

The exit leads behind the shops, into a thin corridor the girl running down so that Natasha has to hurry to catch her.

“Follow me,” the girl giggles.

And then, she disappears.

Natasha turns where she did, and comes face to face with Yelena.

“Hello, big sister,” Yelena says, gun held at Natasha chest.

“So easily you fall into a widows web,” she taunts, and then, pulls the trigger.

.

Clint calls Tony, he has no idea what to do.

They’ve disappeared and whilst he knows how absolutely flawless Natasha is at running and hiding, he feels they should have planned this better.

He knows she is compromised when it comes to Yelena, but he didn’t think she would be stupid.

“Can you get a live map or the area?” he asks in greeting.

If Tony is put off by it, he doesn’t say, he just sends Clint a real-time map on his tablet and tells him to swipe through the cameras and exits.

“Can you track where Natasha went?” he asks, looking at all the available ways of exit.

Tony does so, far quicker than Clint knows he ever would, and then sends them back to overlay the camera.

“Car park,” Tony surmises, “or basement, is there a basement?”

Clint growls in frustration, “which one!?”

“Car park,” Tony tells him, “I think.”

Clint runs, heading to the endless car park, and the rows of cars outside.

“Which one!?” he asks, “where do I look?”

Tony doesn’t answer.

“You can’t find her can you?”

He starts with the first row, then down the column and feels the desperation bubbling.

“Nat, you idiot, why did you have to be such an idiot?” he mutters to himself, “not compromised, my ass.”

“I’ll run the full diagnostic,” Tony promises, “we’ll find her, I swear.”

.

“Wake up,” Yelena says, wafting smelling salts underneath Natasha’s nose.

“Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey,” she smiles, squatting in front of Natasha.

“Isn’t that what Melinda used to say to us?”

Natasha opens her eyes and watches Yelena pace.

Her arms tied to a metal chair, knotted into her legs as there’s no movement in either.

Yelena stops and looks.

“Are you going to kill me?” Natasha asks bluntly.

Yelena rolls her eyes.

“Isla came to see me, was that you?”

Not answering, Natasha tries the restraints again.

“I think it was. It’s what Isla alluded to anyway. The tracker, you disabled it, and now they just want me back. The thing is, I like being free. It’s only been months and already I know. I have this headache, and it’s like I’m forgetting something- I can’t concentrate- that I need to do something.. But the only thing I can think of is you.”

The pause is large as Natasha waits for her to continue.

“I don’t know whether to forgive you or kill you and if the thing that I need to do; the thing that will set me free, is something that they’ve programmed in my head. A fail safe, for both of us. I kill you, then I kill me,” she holds the gun away from both of them, and places it on a chair opposite Natasha.

“Forgive you, or kill you,” she repeats, “but to be honest, I don’t think I can do either.”

She moves slowly around, the cadence of her voice slow.

“I had to see you, to see if I could perhaps do both, maybe one and then the other and maybe this headache would go away.”

She picks up the gun and sits on the chair.

Natasha hesitates.

“What do you think now?”

Yelena stands, emptying the bullets, placing them in front of Natasha.

“There is a part of me that angry. So angry and confused. I want them to tell me what to do. Tell me what my next mission is, give me some structure to my life. There’s nothing. Just endlessness,” she pauses.

“Is that what life is? Is it what freedom is?”

“But no, you’re not the one that needs to die,” she finishes. “I see that.”

Natasha feels the adrenaline fade and the drowsiness of the drug run through her.

“Your people will be coming soon,” Yelena says, not moving.

“You can come with me, with us,” Natasha offers.

“If you wanted too, of course.”

She pauses in the offer, trying to gauge Yelena’s reaction.

“You could be a freelancer within the remnants of Shield or under their employ. Defection,” she offers.

“Or, you could just be here, with me,” she says softly.

Yelena stands.

“You left me,” she says off handed, “you didn’t come for me.”

The words hold such sadness that Natasha doesn’t know what to do with them.

“I’m sorry,” Natasha repeats, unsure what else to say.

“I don’t want your apology, not now, but I do know, I maybe, I think I know why. I think…”

Pacing, Yelena holds the gun.

“They’ll be here soon,” she repeats, still not leaving, perhaps wanting to hear what Natasha is saying.

“There’s an address in my top left pocket,” Natasha tells her, “it’s your apartment if you want it. Leased under Fanny Balankov.”

Yelena’s small smile at the name and the inside joke gives Natasha hope.

“There’s money, passports and an offer of defection, or if it feels better, freelance supports, it doesn’t offer the same protections but it does give more options and no full debriefing that usually takes months.”

Natasha feels like she’s doing this wrong.

Clint should be here. He did it for her, he knew all the right words to say, all the ways he could give her hope.

Right now it just feels like she’s failing her sister again.

“They’ll be coming for you,” Yelena repeats, sitting down.

“Yeah,” Natasha replies.

“They are.”

.

Clint finds her in the basement, tied to a chair.

Gun raised he points it at Yelena.

“Hello,” she says casually, “you must be Clint.”

If he’s surprised, he doesn’t show it.

Yelena holds her gun away and shakes her head.

“Put it away, we’ve called a surrender,” she smiles.

He does as she asks, but only because there’s no way he’s going to be responsible for taking down Natasha’s sister, he doubts they would get close anyway.

Yelena turns to Natasha.

“Be seeing you,” she nods, and then sets the smoke grenade off, forcing Clint to rush to Natasha.

By the time the smoke clears, Yelena is gone and Natasha is untied.

“What happened?” he coughs, leading her to the exit.

Natasha is silent until they reach the car.

“I don’t think I did a good job at convincing her,” she whispers.

Clint half hugs her as he opens the passenger door.

“Maybe you did better than you think,” he consoles.

.

#whumptober2023 #no. 16 #don’t go where I can’t follow #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #black widow #clint barton #my fic #hawkeye #natasha romanoff fic #clintasha #fic recs #clintasha fanfiction #clintasha fanfic #Yelena belova fic #Clint barton fic #marvel fic #black widow fic #avengers fic #Tony stark

[firelance2361]

What If...The Ronin Took The Ten Rings?

Following up on my recent train of What If…? ideas, here’s a cool design for an idea I had connecting a few different parts of the MCU together.

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[In this universe, after losing his family in the Snap and donning the Ronin persona, Clint Barton’s quest for vengeance as the Ronin led him into the sights of Xu Wenwu and the Ten Rings. While the other members found the Ronin to be a threat to their regime, Wenwu saw in the former Avenger a possible new means to return Shang-Chi and Xialing to him.

Setting up a fake hit job to lure in the Ronin, Wenwu approached Clint with an offer to join him, telling them they can protect the world better than his former allies did.

Clint points out his Ten Rings, recognizing him as the true Mandarin who was responsible for Tony Stark’s capture in Afghanistan. Wenwu laments to him about his family’s death, emphasizing with him over his wife Ying Li’s death. He tells him that he can help him clear the board and remove players like Kingpin and Power Broker from the table. Ronin accepts his offer, becoming Wenwu’s enforcer, but in secret forms ulterior motives to overthrow him.

——————

Over the course of a year and a half, Ronin works as the Ten Rings best assassin alongside Razorfist and Death Dealer, removing their enemies in places like Madripoor, New York, Hong Kong, etc. He clears through his targets one after the next, leaving nothing but death and bloodshed in his wake.

His warpath drew the attention of people like Wilson Fisk and Sharon Carter, who saw the potential threat of this assassin if he were to rise to power, as well as his former friend Natasha Romanoff who becomes worried for her friend’s safety and mentality as his rampage grows more dangerous.

All the while, as the Ronin rises in the ranks of the Ten Rings, he starts building his own group of followers within it, working towards his ultimate goal of overthrowing the Warrior King.

——————

During a mission to infiltrate the Power Broker’s operations, he spots her with Xu Xialing discussing the potential prospects of the new batch of Super Solider Serum. Seizing the opportunity, the Robin goes rogue; he knocks out the lights, takes out Sharon and her guards and corners Xialing, engaging her in a duel. While Xialing easily overpowers him and is prepared to kill him in a chokehold, Ronin breaks free by grabbing her by the arm, dislocating it, allowing him to knock her back down.

As he takes her away, Sharon, still groggy, puts in a distress call to Natasha, believing if anyone can stop him, she can. She relays the message to Fisk, who in retaliation sends Maya Lopez after him, knowing this could go south if the Ronin succeeds in his plan.

After locating and tracking down her brother Shang-Chi at his apartment in San Francisco, the duel lasts a bit longer than expected, with Shang-Chi managing to actually pin the former Avenger down for a killing blow, until Nat arrives, telling him that’s Clint Barton. Ronin uses this to his advantage, using Shang-Chi’s pendant as a projectile to activate Nat’s Widow’s Bites, before pushing Shang-Chi right in the line of fire, shocking him unconscious.

Nat tries to stop him, but Ronin throws a smoke bomb at the ground, blinding her. When it clears, he’s gone with Shang-Chi. Knowing where he’s likely going, she races off to try and stop him, unaware that Maya is watching and following her all the while.

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Back at the Ten Rings’ HQ, Wenwu and Razor Fist are looking over the scrolls of Ta-Lo, trying to find the gateway to it, when the guards start clamoring outside as something is happening. Wenwu armors up and steps outside, only to his horror to find both Xialing and Shang-Chi tied up, bloodied, and held hostage by Ronin and his loyalists.

A grief-fueled Ronin then calls out Wenwu for his actions, and that even a man over a thousand years could never understand what it was like to live as a mere mortal like him, one gave everything to the world despite having no powers or special abilities, yet was shunned and received nothing but shame, ridicule, and ultimately death. He challenges the Mandarin to a duel: One match against him for his children’s life, or else they die.

Remembering what the Iron Gang did to Ying Li on these very grounds, Wenwu ultimately accepts, wanting to put the Ronin back in his place for the sake of his family.

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Elsewhere, Nat is trying desperately to reach the fortress in a rainy blur, until she gets stopped by Maya Lopez, still hellbent on avenging her father and killing Clint.

As Nat fights to get there first, both factions of the Ten Rings gather around the palace; Shang-Chi and Xialing, still bound, are forced to watch the duel that will decide their fate and their family’s. Clint and Wenwu, both armored up, draw their weapons, the rain shimmering around the both of them.

The battle begins, the two warriors engage in an all-out melee, Wenwu’s power only being matched by Clint’s swiftness and agility, his sword clashing with the Rings’s in a cacophony of combat. Eventually though, Wenwu’s sheer strength starts to overpower Clint, beating him senseless, but Clint anticipated this, waiting for the moment when Wenwu would get more reckless in his attacks. Meanwhile, back outside, Nat manages to knock off Maya’s leg and stun her with a Widow Bite, apologizing for that before running off to stop Clint.

As Clint gets smashed into the ground, Wenwu raises his fist, readying his Rings to kill him, but in doing so gives Ronin the opening he needed. Clint manages to slip a piece of sharp debris into his glove when he was pinned, so now, using the same trick as he did with Shang-Chi with his deadly accuracy, ricochets his new projectile right into Wenwu’s median nerve, severing it.

Wasting not a second, Clint grabs his sword and stabs Wenwu in the leg, further crippling him. As he continues fighting, Wenwu’s strength begins to give, as the Ronin keeps hitting him at critical points to take him off the edge. Then the game-changer comes as Wenwu tries to blast Clint with the Rings, allowing Clint to knock him down as he calls them back to him. Whirring around, Clint manages to catch the Rings on his own arm mid-flight, before spinning back to finish off Wenwu with a downward slam, knocking everyone back. He continues beating into Wenwu, visions of his family, of his pain, of everything he suffered though, and yet even that was never enough.

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Nat sees the concentric bursts of power from the palace, knowing that either way, something’s wrong. As Wenwu lays bloodied and defeated, Ronin uses his new Rings to take the rest from Wenwu, claiming them for himself. Shang-Chi and Xialing try to break free to save their father, but Ronin uses the Rings to hold them in place and watch. Wenwu looks over at them, accepting that his goal of reuniting his family was somewhat successful in the end, telling them both to avenge their family.

Wenwu accepts his fate, surrendering to the Ronin as Shang-Chi and Xialing are left helpless to watch. Clint then channels the Rings’ power into his blade, preparing to finish off the Mandarin for good.

Nat then barges in, witnessing the unfortunate scene before her. Clint glares at her, the friend she once knew gone, now replaced by a madman. As Ronin unmasks himself, Nat tells him she’s sorry she failed him, that she knows why he’s doing this but that he needs to stop, but Clint isn’t having any of it. As Nat begs for Clint to see reason and asks what will it take for him to listen, he simply tells her the same thing he’s told all his enemies:

“What I want…you can’t give me.”

He stabs Wenwu, as Nat, Shang-Chi, and Xialing watch in horror. Nat leaps in to try and stop him, but Clint just throws the two at her, before ordering his men to take them captive. Razor Fist breaks through and holds Ronin’s loyalists back, allowing them time to escape, but sacrificing himself in the process.

As the three make their escape, they find Maya on the ground still reeling from the Widow Bite. Nat removes it and tells her that if she wants to live, then they all need to go. As the group escape the oncoming convoy of troops after them, The Ronin watches on, not even fazed. He admires this new strength and commands the rest of his troops to submit to him or die, gesturing to Wenwu’s and Razor Fist’s dead bodies. The other troops submit to him, declaring the Ronin as their new leader.

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As both groups report to their higher-ups - Nat, Shang-Chi, and Xialing to the other remaining Avengers; Maya to Wilson Fisk and Sharon Carter - both sides receive a message from Ronin, informing them that Wenwu’s death was just the beginning. He tells them all that a new era has begun, one from which only reckoning will come for all who bar him from his goal.

With that, the Ronin assumes his new throne as the ruler of the Ten Rings, his aim and his empire now secured as one, all while forces beyond watch in preparation.

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Sorry if the bio’s a bit lengthier than most, but I thought it would be an interesting concept for a future What If..? scenario plus a fun way to revisit a more unexplored part of Marvel’s past with the Blip.

Hope you like it!

#ronin #clint barton #hawkeye clint barton #ronin clint barton #wenwu #xu wenwu #the mandarin #shang chi #xu xialing #ten rings #legend of the ten rings #natasha romanoff #black widow #nat #avengers endgame #endgame #maya lopez #marvel echo #echo #echo marvel #hawkeye marvel #ronin marvel #what if fanfic #what if marvel #what if scenario #whatif #what if #alternate universe #mcu fanart #mcu multiverse

[goddesspharo]

Oh oh oh, can i have another one? Also Hannix (because there are in my brain and not leaving).

"No, no. Absolutely not. Nu-uh. No. There is no way i'm wearing this."

😁😈

[Send me the first sentence and a pairing and I'll write the next five.]

"Absolutely not! There is no way I'm wearing this," Jake insists as he drops the Kevlar vest onto Bob's desk with a frown. 

"You're the one who's always getting shot, man," Javy points out, not unkindly. If anything, he looks relieved that someone has finally decided to do something about it. Jake has nearly bled out in his Ford Taurus so many times that Hondo's got a pre-completed form on file back at Langley for whenever Javy drops off the receipts for the post-shooting deep clean.

"Because I'm always saving Bradshaw's ass!"

"Once," Bradley points out with an eye roll so committed that he probably strains a muscle in the process. "You saved my ass once, Seresin. And that was one of the few times you didn't get shot."

"Was that the mission with the heiress who was brokering the sale of nuclear codes?" Reuben asks.

"She was dabbling!" Jake shoots back defensively.

"Didn't she try to poison you?" Mickey asks after a beat.

"He probably deserved it," Natasha chimes in with a smirk. 

"She tried to stab me," Jake clarifies, "because it took so long to save Bradshaw from those arms dealers. Heiresses do not like to be kept waiting!"

"So she stabbed you because you were too charming?"

Jake flashes Natasha a wolfish grin in response that makes her want to stab him. "Well, I am an excellent honeypot, Nat."

"According to Agent Mitchell, now you can be an excellent honeypot wearing a layer of Kevlar," Bob states matter-of-factly before shoving the bulletproof vest against Seresin's chest. "Next order of business: Bradshaw, the comms guys would like you to stop humming Jerry Lee Lewis during ops."

#ask me things #i lied when i said five sentences #population of one on this island of extremely niche interests #top gun #hannix #*

[0ne4them0ney-2f0rtheshow]

for the future: bonita, the one that got away.

Seungcheol found himself staring outside Bonnie's house. He can't move. He can't even cry. He had the chance to choose her, but he didn't. He had to save his friend.

Hindi naman tanga si Bonnie. He knows that Seungcheol has always been outside her house. Kaya naman, she knows that this is the time to face him, it's now or never. It's all over the news, his marriage with his bestfriend. Masakit, but she can't be selfish. She knows that Seungcheol loves his bestfriend so much that he's willing to take sacrifices for her.

Bonnie then knocked on his car window, "Lakas talaga ng trip mo, 'no? Kala mo ba di ko alam na lagi kang nandito?" She laughs, but he knows it's a fake one. "Bumaba ka na diyan."

She invited him inside her house, he knows every part of this house. He was there when she bought this, and she chose this because Seungcheol told him, "Bon, this house screams BONNIE. Gets ba?"

"Oo nga eh. Pag-isipan ko."

"Sus, pag-iisipan pa! Bilhin mo na!"

"Tsaka na, dami ko pang titignan sa sinend nung broker eh."

"Ah basta, sure ako ito pipiliin mo."

"Wow ah. Paano ka nakasisigurado, ha?"

"Bonnie, we've been friends since college, nasa last year na ko ng residency, so please. I know you."

Now that it has been announced that he's going to marry Natasha, Bonnie knows him all too well. Alam niya na there's something going on between the two of them, but both of them doesn't even know what to do about it.

"Kumain ka na?"

"Hindi pa. Kakatapos lang ng duty."

"Kain ka muna. Nandito kanina sila Ji."

"Okay lang, Bon. Di rin naman ako magtatagal."

Ah, oo nga pala. She said to herself.

"Sige, ba't ka ba nandito? Di kita tinataboy ah. Congrats pala." She genuinely smiled at him, after all, she's his friend.

Lumapit siya kay Bonnie, leaning his head on her head. He wrapped his arms around her waist. He closed his eyes, ang bilis ng kabog ng puso niya. "Bon..."

Bonnie didn't stop him. Deep down in her heart, gusto niyang piliin siya. Pero she knows what happened with Natasha and her family and what will happen to her. She's not that selfish. She knows that Seungcheol made the right choice.

He started kissing her and touching every bit of her body, trying to memorize each part of it. Bonnie can feel his tears falling down his face. Masakit din para sa kaniya, pero she needs to be strong. She needs him to know that she's going to be okay without him.

With every thrust inside her, he kept on begging Bonnie, "Bonnie, parang awa mo na. Pigilan mo ko. Angkinin mo ako."

Bonnie ignores him and positioned herself on top of her, she's giving him all of her tonight. "Tangina... baby.."

Kumirot ang puso ni Seungcheol. Bonnie never called him baby. Ngayon lang.

"Fucking hell, Bonnie! Please, Bonnie, fuck. Baby, please? Please... stop me."

Nararamdaman niya na sumisikip na si Bonnie, "Fuck, baby, please... Bonnie, please. Angkinin mo na ako. I'm begging you."

Bonnie came first, but Seungcheol? He knows he's close but he's trying not to finish it. Ayaw niyang matapos.

"Baby... Forget about me, mhmm?" She's close again. She moans his name, "Don't let the thought of me hinder the love you can give her. And your future family." She came again.

"Bonnie, I love you." He came inside her.

He laid on top of her and Bonnie caressed his face, "Thank you for loving me, Seungcheol. I'm proud of the man you became."

"It was all because of you, baby. Call me baby, please, Bon. Kahit ngayong gabi lang."

Bonnie sighed and smiled at him, "Okay, baby."

They did it again, for god knows how many. He kept on saying I love yous to her, but she didn't say it back.

She never said that she loves him, dahil alam niyang Seungcheol will drop everything for her. Okay na sa kaniya na kahit ngayong gabi lang, they felt like it was just the two of them, against the world.

She loved him from the start. She already fell for him the moment he accidentally kissed her, and she never regret falling for him.

As for him, Bonnie was his home. Yeah, he got confused with his feelings with Natasha back in college, but still, he knows deep inside that Bonnie is his home. He loved her so much that he'd rather stay as friends with her than lose her like his lovers. But he have to do this for Natasha. Or else, he'll lose his best friend.

Hindi niya alam na he will lose Bonnie this way.

"We'll be okay, Seungcheol. We will be."

[acciokaidanalenko]

I would love to hear more about your Merc AU, I hear some things from you but this one really intrigues me.

WIP game: Title Edition

Oooooh, this one has me so excited!! It was inspired thanks to some friends in the Hatboy discord server, and just keeps growing, honestly. It was just going to be a one shot, but has quickly grown into a short fic of its own.

The premise of it is that Natasha left the Alliance after the way they handled the aftermath of the Skyllian Blitz. She becomes a Merc and meets several of our Merc/Assassin friends much earlier than in canon. Including her lover, Thane. For seven years she takes various jobs around the galaxy, until she saves up enough money to get some info from the Shadow Broker; the name and location of the man responsible for the Blitz.

The fic picks up on the day she receives that information, which is right at the start of ME1. Here's a little snippet:

The door to her right chimed lightly, and hissed open. She turned her head as the bright light from the hallway flooded into this darkened area and illuminated everything within its reach. She felt the breath catch in her throat as she recognized his slender frame, outlined by the light until he stepped forward and the door shut behind him. The alleyway once again shrouded in darkness as she listened to his footsteps, almost imperceptible if you weren’t listening close enough. Shepard remained still as he approached, keeping her back against the wall and arms crossed against her chest. Her heartbeat quickened at the sight of him, suddenly nervous as she wondered how this interaction would end. “Thought you were done with this business, Krios,” she purred with a smirk as he stopped in front of her. The shadows that the dim lighting cast against his face would’ve terrified any target, and yet somehow sent her heart aflutter. He leaned forward, pressing his forearm against the wall as his other hand fell to her hip. He trailed his finger along the waistband of her jeans, feeling the gentle tingle of her biotic aura against his fingertips. “Is one ever truly free from this life, Shepard?” He leaned his head closer until his lips were next to her ear. He felt the tickle of the stray hairs that had fallen from her ponytail against his face, smiling to himself as she held her breath. “Though I found my revenge long ago, I still find myself seeking out what is familiar to me,” he added in his deep, ragged voice. She thought it sounded rougher than the last time they’d spoken. His Kepral’s must still be progressing.

#this is still very much a WIP #thanks so much for the ask!! #wip ask game #wip ask #merc!shep au #mass effect #mass effect fanfic #commander natasha shepard #thane krios #shrios

[duckybarnes1917]

Your Eyes Outshine The Town...Chapter 5

Bucky Barnes x Black Female Reader

18+ ONLY

Summary: After a rough night, you and Bucky spend some time a part Christmas shopping for each other. You can Christmas shop while tracking down the Tracksuit Mafia, right?

Warnings: Reader's alcohol problem, drug mention (Xanax), angst, sitcom level ridiculousness. Note: Sam and Yelena are friends in this series, and right now Yelena is living with Sam and Sarah. Bucky and Reader are also friends with Yelena. Reader was best friends with Natasha before she died.

*Tumblr is not letting me add links to the prev or next chapters. Please see the masterlist pinned to my page for the rest of the story!*

12 Days Before Christmas

“Guess what!” You bounded into the kitchen and wrapped your arms around Bucky’s waist. 

Bucky was taken aback by your chipper voice. 

Is she just going to pretend that last night didn’t happen?

When you kissed his cheek, he smelt it—your breath was minty with a faint twinge of alcohol underneath. 

He watched  as you moved to the fridge for a water bottle and then placed yourself on the counter next to him.

“Hello? I said, guess what.” 

“Sorry, uh, what’s up?” Bucky turned off the oven and pulled a tray of bacon out. 

“I just got off the phone with Sam. Both of you have been invited to the opening night of Rogers.”

Bucky frowned at you. “And?” 

You rolled your eyes. “All of you remaining Avengers are invited as special guests. Don’t you want to go?”

“Hard pass,” Bucky laughed as he put bread in the toaster. “Do you want a breakfast sandwich?” 

You were already picking a piece of hot bacon off the tray. “No,” you said with your mouth full. “I’ll probably pick up a smoothie when I’m out.” 

“Out? Where are we going?” 

Bucky piled his toast with the whole pan of eggs and six slices of bacon. 

You hopped off the counter. “Not we; I’ve got to go Christmas shopping for you.” 

“I’ll close my eyes, promise.” 

You smiled at him as you put your shoes on. “Bucky, to be honest, I just need some alone time too. Is that okay?” 

“Oh–is something wrong? Did I do something last night?” 

You slipped on your jacket and wrapped a scarf around your neck. “Nothing is wrong. We’ve been together every second of the day for like two weeks. I’m sure you need a break too.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Bucky turned back to the stove, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Oh, don’t look so sad,” you grabbed your purse, grumbling about how much you hated the old ratty thing and went to kiss his cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it. We’re still going to see Christmas lights tonight, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Bucky pulled you closer. “Be careful. Love you.” 

“Love you more,” you said with a smile. “Think about the musical!” 

Bucky watched you leave, his apartment way too quiet without you in it. 

Jesus–I can survive one day on my own.

He sat at the table and turned the tv on for noise—his thoughts were too loud in the silence. You had made it clear that you weren't ready to be completely open with him, but he needed to do something. You were drinking—in secret, you weren't sleeping, you were anxious and secretive.

Maybe I should call Sam…. 

Bucky tapped his greasy fingers on his phone but decided against it. 

I’ll just talk to her tonight. That’s what partners are supposed to do–talk to each other. 

As he finished his breakfast, he refocused on figuring out how to spend his day. 

Lunch with Nakajima–no, bad idea. 

I could check in with Sam about the Power Broker..but I’m not supposed to be working.  

He stared at the Christmas tree, his one gift sitting under it, and got an idea. 

Christmas shopping it is.

**

The wall of purses in every shape, size, and color had Bucky utterly overwhelmed. A sales attendant had already tried to help him, but he didn’t even know what to ask for. Sensing an easy sale, she showed him the most expensive options and finally moved on to a new target when a wealthy-looking older couple approached. 

He knew he was probably overthinking this, but he wanted the gift to be perfect. He tried calling Yelena, who knew less about purses than Bucky did. 

“Is Sam there?” Bucky sighed. 

“No, he’s out with his nephews. And I’m offended you want his opinion over mine.”

“Yelena, you told me to get her a vest with pockets—I’m sorry if I want a second opinion.” 

“You’re making a mistake but whatever. Hey, are you going to the musical thing? Sam wants to know if we can crash at your place.” 

“Absolutely not,” Bucky scoffed. “You’re going?” 

“Sounded fun, so is that a yes on the apartment?” 

Bucky felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and turned around. “Hey, I gotta go–real help has arrived. And no, you two can not stay here–my apartment is tiny, and I don’t even have a couch.” 

“Fine–go with the vest.” 

“I’m hanging up now.” 

Bucky ended the phone call. “Sorry about that,” he awkwardly gave Nicki a side hug when she went in for a real one. 

“So, what am I here to help with?” Nicki asked with an excited smile. 

“Yeah, I’m sorry for bothering you–you didn’t have to come all the way down here; I could have just sent you pictures.” 

“I was already in the area,” she lied. “Plus, I love Macy’s. What’s up?” 

“I’m trying to pick a purse for my girlfriend, and I am totally lost.” 

Bucky looked away, distracted by noise only he could hear, and missed Nicki’s face fall. 

“Oh, sure, I can help with that. What does she like?” 

Bucky turned around. His eyes swept the store. “Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” 

“I thought I heard–never mind. Um, I don’t know, she likes black?”

“Black is a bit boring for a gift–you want it to make an impression.” 

Bucky refocused as Nicki walked through the aisles of dark-colored purses, making a beeline for the bright hues ahead. 

**

You dived into a clothes rack and tried to catch your breath. Things were not going as planned—you had not planned on running through Macy’s trying to hide from the Tracksuit Mafia. Ivan was supposed to be alone—an easy target. But when you separated him from the crowd, a knife pressed to his back, you were blindsided by the rest of his gang. You had barely been able to escape—running into Macy’s to evade them.

“Gotcha!” 

Ivan’s hand reached into the clothes rack, but you were too quick. You grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back as you jumped out of your hiding spot. 

“What the hell happened to your hand?” You twisted his arm further as you looked at the round wound in the middle of his palm. 

“Fuckin’ arrows,” he spat. 

“Arrows?” You ducked just as one whizzed past your head and landed at the feet of another Tracksuit approaching. Orange goo gushed out of the arrow and cemented his feet to the floor. 

“What the fuck?” You whipped around and caught a glimpse of a young woman dressed in purple and black running away. 

“Sorry!” She yelled over her shoulder.

While still staring after the dark-haired woman, you powered on your taser bracelet and gave a quick shot to the back of your victim’s neck, knocking him out. 

“I wouldn’t stick around here if I were you.” 

You turned back around, on your feet, ready to attack. 

Clint bent over and retrieved the trick arrow off the ground. 

“Clint? What are you doing here?” You relaxed your posture. 

You had only met Clint Barton a couple of times. Nat, your late best friend, liked to keep her Avenger life separate from her friendship with you, but Clint had been the one exception. 

“Disappointing my family. You?” 

You followed him as he jogged away. 

“I was trying to get these assholes off my back. Care to help?” 

“I’m a bit busy with my own thing right now,” Clint fired an arrow up to the level above them, setting off a cloud of smoke. “I suggest you get out of here before that wears off, and they can see again.”

“Wait, do you know who they’re working for?” 

“No idea–German, I think.” 

You threw your arms up in frustration as Clint leaped over the railing and left you alone. 

You looked around, smiling sheepishly at the stunned patrons. You were in the clear right now–you looked over the railing; the lower level was empty too. You started to turn around but did a double-take when you heard a familiar voice from down below. 

Was that–? 

“Shit!” Your thought was cut off when your feet were swept from underneath you. You rolled out of the way as one of the Tracksuits aimed his foot at your face. 

You scrambled to your feet, ducking behind one of the perfume counters. “Excuse me, sorry!” You pushed the employees out of the way as you ran, throwing expensive glass bottles at the assailants behind you. 

**

“Are you sure this is the one?” 

“Yes!” Nicki nudged Bucky’s elbow. 

He looked over the bright yellow, floral handbag one more time before reluctantly handing over his debit card. 

“Trust me, she’s gonna love it.” Nicki looked up to the floor above them. “I think something is going on up there.” 

Bucky followed her gaze; there was a weird cloud of smoke and–was that Clint Barton? 

He watched Clint run out of the store with a young woman and then looked back to the second level. He couldn’t see anything, but he could hear people yelling and glass shattering. 

“We need to go,” Bucky grabbed the gift bag from the saleswoman and pulled Nicki out of the store. 

He searched the streets for Clint, but he was already gone. 

“Is everything okay?” Nicki barely got the words out before Bucky was shoving her into a cab.

“Yeah,” Bucky said, distracted as he dialed your number. 

“Um, okay—are you getting in?” 

Bucky shut the door, barely looking at her as she stuck her head out the window.  “No—thanks for your help, though.” 

Come on, pick up, pick up. 

Dammit, doll, where are you?

Bucky kept calling, walking as fast as he could back toward home. 

**

You slid down the escalator and ran toward an emergency exit as fast as possible.

How many of these assholes are there?!

For every Tracksuit you took down, two more took his place. Three of them were on your heels—you needed to lose them outside.

Can I get into a cab before they catch up to me?

You turned over your shoulder—there were five of them now—you had no choice but to keep running. You pushed through the emergency exit, setting off the alarm, and ran around the building toward the street. You skidded to a stop in front of a shiny black motorcycle, the keys and helmet sitting on the seat as if left there just for you. 

Another lucky break, I must have a guardian angel. 

You stuffed the helmet over your curly hair and took off, leaving the Tracksuits behind. You abandoned the bike a few blocks away and hailed a cab. 

You sat in the stiff seat–exhausted, and pulled out your vibrating phone. Bucky had already called six times. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear my phone,” you sighed, already dreading the panic you knew you would hear in his voice. 

“Are you okay?” Bucky tried not to sound as exasperated as he felt. 

“Yes, I’m on my way home. What’s wrong?” 

“I saw Clint today. At Macy’s—he was fighting someone.” 

“Oh?” You bit your lip. 

“Yeah, I just needed to know where you were.” 

“All good, no excitement on my end.” you felt a trickle of blood on your cheek and cursed under your breath. 

“Thank god, I’ll see you soon.” 

You hung up and pulled your compact out of your purse–your face was a mess. You’d have to explain the cut on your cheek, and as you relaxed into the seat and felt how sore you were, you knew there would be bruises to explain. 

You needed to be more careful.

**

Excited to show you the dinner he had prepared, Bucky opened the door before you even knocked. 

His face dropped when he saw you. “What happened?” Bucky pulled you into the kitchen to look at you better. His eyes were wide as he examined your cuts and bruises.

“I um–” you fumbled, trying to find an excuse he would accept. “I wasn’t paying attention, and I fell in the subway station. It’s not a big deal.” 

Bucky took a deep breath, he looked like he wanted to say something, but he swallowed it and led you into the bathroom. 

“Wait!” You cringed when Bucky opened the cabinet to get the first aid kit. 

He stood up and turned around slowly with your bottle of vodka in his hand. 

“Doll–”

“Don’t make a big deal out of this; it’s nothing.” 

“Nothing? Look at you!”

You frowned and looked at your reflection in the mirror. 

Oh. 

That’s why he bought the excuse so quickly. He thinks I’m a drunk. 

“Did you think I hadn’t noticed? Your hands shaking? The smell of alcohol on your breath? Did you even go Christmas shopping, or were you out drinking?” 

Bucky opened the bottle and poured it down the bathroom sink.

Your face flushed as you watched him—you were too mortified to do or say anything. How had you forgotten to get him a gift? 

“Doll–you’ve got to stop this. It’s not healthy.” 

Embarrassment quickly turned to rage, and you pushed him away when he tried to touch you. “Nothing is wrong with me!” 

“I didn’t say that–” Bucky followed you back to the kitchen. 

“Yes, you did. You don’t get to tell me what to do, Barnes!” You grabbed his backpack and scarf. 

“What are you doing?” 

You shoved the bag into his hands. “Leave.” 

“What?” Bucky scoffed. “I’m not leaving.” He stood still as you opened the apartment door. “I’m just trying to protect you!” 

You rolled your eyes. “God, you sound just like Stephan. I don’t need your protection. Please–I just need some space.”

Bucky shut down completely, stalking past you and slamming the door without saying anything else. 

He heard you lock the door behind him and his fist clenched. He was about to leave the building when Nicki’s door opened, her head popping out. 

“Everything okay?” 

Bucky gave her the best smile he could muster. “Great.” 

Nicki stood in her doorway, eyeing him. “You know I can hear through these walls, right?” 

Bucky nodded and avoided her eyes. “Sorry.” He started to walk toward the elevators. 

“You could hang out here until she cools down–if you want.” 

Bucky didn’t think about it; he nodded his head and went in. He would rather wait next door than wander around in the cold New York streets. 

**

You sank into the warm water of your bath and sighed. Your body was sore, and your mind was racing. With no more alcohol left in the apartment, you had taken a Xanax, and it was finally starting to kick in. 

Maybe I was too hard on him. 

Balancing everything was clearly not working. The only reason you were keeping secrets from him was to make him happy. Yet, you had spent most of the past 24 hours fighting. 

Stephan was so easy to distract. I could give Bucky the best sex of his life and he’d be back to quizzing me right after. Why can’t he just be oblivious like most men?

You closed your eyes and let the pill relax you from head to toe. 

I just need to do better; wrap this up. Clint said the boss was German…

Your thoughts started to get jumbled as your eyelids got heavy. Bucky’s hurt face took a front seat. 

I’ll apologize after a nap. Everything is better after a nap.

**

Bucky sat on Nicki’s couch, fidgeting, waiting for you to call. 

Growing frustrated with Bucky staring at his phone, Nicki cleared her throat and moved closer to him. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Bucky shrugged. “We’ve never had a fight like this before. Should I just go back? Should I call her? It’s been an hour! Waiting seems like the wrong move.” 

“It’s just your first fight; it’s not a big deal. Give her space—you’re welcome to stay here as long as you want.” 

Bucky looked back at his phone. “I was just trying to help her, but maybe I was too nosy.” 

Bucky didn’t know how much Nicki had heard, but he didn’t want to give her too many details. He hated seeing you struggle, but he hated you being angry with him just as much, maybe more. 

“How about some wine?” Nicki didn’t wait for an answer, quickly hopping up to grab a bottle and glasses. 

“I’m gonna go; I can’t just keep sitting here.” 

Bucky abruptly stood up and left just as you opened his apartment door. 

“Doll–I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” 

“So sorry that the first place you go when I kick you out is her apartment?” You rolled your eyes and tried to shut the door on him. 

Bucky forced his way in and followed you into the living room. He grabbed your waist, pulling you down with him as he sat in the living room chair. 

“You’re being ridiculous,” he muttered in your ear. “I love you, and I’m sorry.” 

You crossed your arms but didn’t get out of his lap. 

He pulled you closer against his chest, one hand roaming over your thigh. “You know I just don’t like seeing you in pain. I want you to be happy. I want to be there to get rid of anything that makes you unhappy, to kiss all your wounds and put a smile on your pretty face.” 

You turned around, resting your forehead against his. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’m sorry I said you were like Stephan. You’re nothing like him, and I love you so much.”

“I know, doll. I know.” 

“Can I make it up to you?”

Bucky gently pushed your lips away from his neck and held your face in his hands. “You don’t need to make anything up. But, we will be late for the Christmas lights tour if we don’t leave now.” 

“Okay,” you gave him a quick kiss on the nose before jumping up to find your shoes. “Ready?” 

“Yeah,” Bucky smiled and led you out the door. 

Bucky relaxed, happy that you weren't mad at him anymore. Maybe you didn’t have a problem–perhaps he was just being too overprotective. He trusted you to make smart decisions–he just needed to leave it alone.

Don't forget to reblog! 😉

*Tumblr is not letting me add links to the prev or next chapters. Please see the masterlist pinned to my page for the rest of the story!*

Taglist: @delaber @mannien @raindrcpsangel @cjand10

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[amadaans]

STARTER CALL MASTERLIST!

ORIGINALS

ariel harel ( 45, home contractor )

billie tatton ( 47, foster mom / anesthesiologist )

claudette duval ( 36, criminal broker )

cyril harel ( 46, accountant )

dakota mishra ( 27, black ops trainer )

danique van alst ( 44, doctor of black ops organization )

dorit penzak ( 52, psychologist )

eithne markey ( 76, b&b / cafe owner, witch )

ellis blythe ( 31, kindergarten teacher / artist )

fiona harel ( 24, medical engineer )

imogen merrick ( 29, author / ghostwriter )

jyotsna chaudhary ( 40 / appears late 20s, apprentice, witch )

natasha antonov ( 41, club owner )

ophelia yates ( 28, trauma nurse practitioner )

ruthusho shuhla ( 26, rogue / thief )

sydney poole ( 32, hunter, apocalypse )

tullia orsini ( 52, doctor of black ops organization )

yale devrous ( 174 / appears early 40s, magical problem solver, magical being )

CANONS

brigitte lindholm ( overwatch 2 )

jean-baptiste augustin ( overwatch 2 )

moira o'deorain ( overwatch 2 )

satya vaswani ( overwatch 2 )

MISC

blind dates

one liners

#save. #i will add to this as i make more calls!

[thewitchandtheassassin]

A Pirate’s Life for Me Part Six (Wanda M x Reader x Natasha R.)

Summary: Guilt is a fickle mistress. Is there any coming back after you save Yelena’s life at the cost of another?

Words: 1635

Warnings: Mention of death/murder, guilt, angst, feelings, language

A/N: So... this is back from the grave. You’re welcome. There would realistically be... two more parts? Maybe two and an epilogue?

Taglist: @natasharomanoffswife​ @natasha-danvers​ @aaron-despair​ @username23345 @xjiasx​ @nowthisisliving27 @higherfurther-romanova​ @summergeezburr @marvels-writings @imnotasuperhero @miscmarvelwritings @captain-josslett @onlyafewfindtheway @hayleyokami @b-5by5 @lostandsearching @evilcr0ne​ @nightingalexx​ @suki-is-a-queen​

-X-

A pale hand slammed violently into the desk, the lone quill shuddering in its bottle as Pierce glared at Rumlow. The vein in his forehead was defined and throbbing but Rumlow's face remained impassive.

"Explain!" Pierce barked, his eyes wild as he looked over the man before him.

"Pirates invaded the island," Brock shrugged, though his words held a bitterness that dripped from every syllable. "My men were overrun. Between the dreaded Captain and those whores, there was nothing they could do."

Pierce inhaled sharply, his face red with fury. "You promised your men were the best."

"They are," Brock snarled in return, expression growing dark as his low-lying anger boiling just below his skin, "But Rogers' men overwhelmed them while the Widow and her whore helped steal the treasure. That's all they're good at, stealing things that do not belong to them."

Alexander studied the panting man, curiosity outweighing his rage as he pondered if he could use Rumlow's evident hatred to his advantage. "I am sensing some personal hostility, Brock. Might I ask what they took from you?"

Gritting his teeth, Rumlow's brows crinkled as he relived your dismissal of him, the blade digging into his skin and leaving behind the scar he wore shamefully. "My fiancée. In Port Royal. Those lesbian harlots kidnapped her and I have not seen her since."

Fingers clasped together, Pierce hummed thoughtfully. Maybe hope wasn't completely lost. It was clear Rumlow's disdain ran deep. If he could broker an agreement...

"If I were to help you find her, would you be willing to kill those vagrants and return the treasure your men lost? I will even be more than thrilled to let you cut their hearts out, if you'd like. If I were a betting man, I'd say it wouldn't be too difficult, finding your lost love," Pierce suggested with a smirk, offering a hand to Brock.

Brock was dumb and impulsive, something he was going to use to his advantage.

Without thinking, Rumlow accepted, shaking Pierce's hand firmly. He wasn't going to stop looking for you either way, determined to make them pay for taking something that was rightfully his. An extra set of hands might just be exactly what he needed.

And if that meant placating Pierce for a little longer, he would swallow his pride and do as he wanted. If only until he found you - and those whores you chose to galavant about with. Once you were his, you'd face the consequences of your actions. But for now...

-X-

Staring out at the thrashing sea, you were completely oblivious to the women bustling around the ship, simply letting the cool air wash over you in hopes of it cleansing your soul. You had killed a man. A terrible, cowardly man but a man nonetheless. A man who might've had a family. People waiting for him.

You'd protected Yelena from an unpleasant demise but would that eclipse murder?

Gentle fingers touched your clothed spine, the smell of those berries Wanda adored filling your nose as she settled beside you. She was quiet but concern radiated off her in waves, green eyes occasionally flitting in your direction before returning to the churning waters.

You'd been different since the island. Silent and almost stiff - maybe even cold - , so caught up in your own mind that your entire being had seemingly shifted, and everyone had begun to notice it. The only time you seemed to relax was in bed, Wanda snuggled between you and Natasha as you combed your fingers through her wild tresses. She couldn't remember the last time you'd had a real conversation with anyone in the past week - and it scared her.

Were you regretting joining the crew? Joining her and Natasha?

Is this where you leave us?

Tilting your head slightly, you smiled tentatively at Wanda.

"Hello, lovely," you husked, lifting her free hand from the ship and kissing her fingers softly.

Wanda wished she could bathe in the warmth washing over her, letting it destroy the anxieties bubbling painfully in her chest.

"Malysh," she whispered in kind, fingertips dancing across your cheek as you nuzzled her palm. "I think we need to speak. Privately."

You sighed, aware of what she was expecting, even if you weren't sure how to adequately offer the answers she wanted. Your sudden behavior was worrisome at best. Of course Wanda wasn't going to let such a thing lay dormant. And maybe talking it over with her wouldn't be such a terrible thing. Maybe she could offer some insight or comfort; help drive out the darkness making its home in your brain.

Tangling your fingers together, she led you to the Captains' quarters, letting the door thump closed behind you as she settled you at the foot of the bed, lingering between your knees. The room was glowing with dim candlelight, the smell of Pierce's stolen incense filling the air. Wanda's eyes glistened in the flames, brows pinched uneasily as emeralds traced along your features.

"You seem so troubled," she mumbled, cupping your cheek sweetly. "How I wish I could read your mind sometimes."

Twisting slightly, you pressed a kiss to her hand, breathing in her rich scent.

"I'm afraid," you admitted brokenly, voice cracking under the weight burdening you. "Of what this life might do to me. I took a man's life yet I worry I don't regret it enough. He was a threat but he was still a human whose blood I let spill into the grass."

Inhaling sharply, Wanda admonished herself - and Natasha, to some degree - for not realizing your pain sooner. Callused, neither was fazed by such actions but this was your first death; first kill. Something that always felt like an atrocity to a person no matter the situation.

"Oh, (Y/N)," she sighed, thumb skating along your cheekbone. "I am so sorry, malysh."

Expression darkening with confusion, you gazed at her with wide eyes.

"We left you to deal with such heavy thoughts," she murmured apologetically. "And that was never our intention. Sadly, such things do not dawn on us the way they would others. We should've remembered this was your first..." she trailed off, leaving the vile word unspoken but there.

"He was going to kill Yelena," you said softly, "And I couldn't let that happen."

Bending, Wanda captured your lips in a soothing kiss, her tongue gliding along sensitive skin as she calmed your ever-raging guilt. "You protected your family," she replied, soothing but muffled against your lips.

Gasping, your eyes snapped open. You'd never really had a family before; only a mother gone long before you were ready for her to leave. Was that why you reacted so harshly, accepting his life for Yelena's? Had they really become family to you?

The word felt... right.

"Will it always hurt like this?" you whimpered as you left only inches between your mouth and hers. "Will it always feel like iron has been poured into my chest?"

Wanda's hands cupped your flushed cheeks, a guilty expression marring one of the faces you loved so deeply. "No, malysh. Soon, you will not even notice anymore. It becomes an instinct. The drive to protect those you love most."

The door creaked open before you could respond, a cautious Natasha peering in. In any other moment, she might've joked about you two leaving her out of a mid-afternoon romp but you'd been so despondent recently and she was scared. Worried she couldn't help; terrified by the notion that you might leave.

"Is everything alright?" she questioned, glancing between you. "Maria mentioned you had snuck away and I was growing concerned something might be amiss."

Wanda waved her into the room, a calming hand tousling your locks. "Everything will be okay. (Y/N) has been feeling conflicted about... what she had to do in order to protect Yelena. On the island."

The realization she had done little to comfort you - focusing more on the blonde - washed over Natasha like the ever-moving tide and for the first time since joining her crew, you could spot the shine of tears clinging to her eyes. The tremble of her lip left your chest aching and the lift of your hand brought Natasha to her knees before you.

"I am so sorry," she whispered, burying her face into your breeches. "I... we..."

"I know," you murmured, scratching her scalp affectionately. "I do not blame you. Either of you."

Her nails bit into your clothed calf as Wanda pressed kisses along your face. It was grounding, being in their presence and soaking in their affections. Slowly but surely, it would dislodge the dagger of anguish digging into your lungs. It would burn away the vile thoughts; wash away the tainted blood now stained to your hands.

"If this happens again, please do not stew in your feelings. Tell us. We are here for you." Wanda's words probed into your very soul, echoing long after they'd gone quiet.

"I love you," you blurted, unable to contain the emotions rattling your bones. You worried if you didn’t speak now, they would simply eat at you. It was far too soon but you didn’t care. They needed to know, even if it wasn’t returned.

Natasha's head lifted and they both stared at you, genuine smiles upturning their lips.

"And we you."

It might've been Natasha answering, but you could see it burning bright in the younger woman's eyes. And you couldn’t lie, it meant so much for Natasha to have spoken before Wanda could. Always the quiet thinker, the “actions over words” type. To hear her respond in kind melted your heart, leaving nothing but a puddle behind.

And you knew then and there that you would move heaven and earth for them. Without hesitation.

Forever.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader x natasha romanoff #black widow imagine #black widow x reader #scarlet witch imagine #scarlet witch x reader #scarletwidow x reader #pirate AU #reader insert #reader imagine #marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #MCU fanfiction #MCU fic

[sednonamoris]

22, 25, and 11 for your end of the year asks?!??!?!

the way that pic jumpscared me when i opened this in my inbox 😭😂🩷 answers under the cut - tysm for asking!!!! 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

22. favorite place you visited this year?

the cabin in wisconsin that previously belonged to my grandfather and now belongs to the family as a whole after his passing. lots of good memories and LOTS of good fishing 🎣💓

25. did you create any characters (in games, art, or writing) this year? describe one

yes hehehe 😌 hound, ghost, recluse, and the professor were all born this year!! i’ll describe recluse bc she’s the only one i haven’t really posted abt in detail…

recluse grew up in the red room as a widow just a few years after natasha romanoff (of black widow fame). she was selected at 17 to work alongside hydra and its winter soldier. surviving the collaboration where others had not, they were subsequently paired on missions on and off over the years after that. on one such mission she was crushed in an accident and only survived bc the winter soldier pulled her out. though she was no longer physically able to be a true widow, her whip-smart intellect could still be put to use. the red room sent her off to a secluded base where she became known as recluse, the most formidable information broker on the globe. when natasha took down the red room just a few years later, hydra tracked recluse down and forced her to work for them once again, this time on a permanent basis, with the winter soldier as her bodyguard/prison warden.

this story is one i’m suuuuper excited to share but it won’t be posted til it’s 100% done 🥰

11. something you want to do again next year?

read for fun consistently!!

#asks #meowtavish #you are the sweetest tysm for letting me Blab 💞💞💞

[littlemonstert-blog]

Dr. Mid-Nite (Ill) DC

Beth Chapel

Student of the first Dr. Midnight. Comic version dad's a pastor & mom's head or part of the choir.

Yikes I forgot in comics she died by eclipso. But brought back cuz ya'know comics golden age I think

Intresting version of her suit.... Its something.

Its sad because she's a legacy character not used enough compared to the first,hell even the third.

Didn't read her comics

(only the show since she's more intresting ) but her major ones & not just guest appearances.

Comics:

Infinity Inc.

JSA

Eclipso

The New Golden Age JSA (looking at the updates she'll be used more that run)

Its the same case with Natasha Irons but at least she gets used more in stories

Live action stargirl:

I wish they continued because they showed Beth with pretty good household & parnets but they were almost about to divorce until they found out she was a superhero. They were having the time of there lives with that lmao. Also there were certain dialogue in one episode that sound corny when Beth is facing an enemy sound so unnecessary.

Rant:

Also have a problem with the stargirl fandom calling her annoying (I guess she can be just a tad),useless. She's over hated. They even do this with stargirl sometimes but not as bad. I bet if she was a male character & maybe a few shades lighter they would have been eating that shit up. Fandom makes excuses other characters behavior but no Beth get's all the smoke for no reason usually when she's right too.

All because she's a bit socially unaware & a bit awkward didn't have friends to talk to. Aka a loner

Another fact when she wasn't a fighter. Pretty sure it was suppose to be a build up. Beth mostly a scout, info-broker & tech(like an Oracle type)

#dc comics stargirl #dc dr.Mid-Nite #comics #beth chapel #dr. mid nite