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strongsassysexysloane · 4 years

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Ain’t Life a B*tch - Chap 7

Well I want to apologise for the mistakes because ive rewritten this chapter a few too many times now and I can look at it anymore so I’m positing it instead.

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It wasn't the most peaceful sleep but you managed to sleep all the way through apart from the random check up in the early hours of the morning when the Doctors changed over. You weren't very coherent then to remember much of what happened but you do remember Jack was still sitting in the visitor's chair just like she is now. The lights were dimmed but you could see the sunlight shining under the curtains, it was probably still too early to be awake but no one ever slept right in a hospital. Jack was purring away still asleep in the chair with her feet stretched out in front of her. It reminded you of a time back in San Diego where you'd both fallen asleep at your desks at work and your boss had barged in slamming down coffees on your desks, waking you up. You'd both woken up with stiff necks and sore lower backs but the boss didn't want to hear it. That was the first and last time he bought you both coffees.

The breakfast trolley came by not long after, giving you a tray with strawberry yoghurt, toast with butter and some kind of jam to spread on. It wasn't much but you weren't expecting a three-course meal. Hopefully you'd be out of here by this afternoon and would pick up a pizza on the way home. There was a possibility of it coming right back up again but it would be so worth the taste on the way down. You laughed at that disgusting thought just as you saw Jack shift.

That's when Jack woke up, the smell of food and coffee bringing her out of her slumber. She probably heard your thought of pizza as well. "Coffee?"

You smirk at her first words. "Not enough sugar for your liking." There was barely enough sugar for your liking.

"I'll go get some from the cafeteria and check in with your team."

You watch as she stretches, twists from side to side. Most likely working out a kink in her back. "It's 0630 Jack. No need to wake my team up."

"Right. Coffee then." She hops up, bending over to touch her toes and then back up, placing her hands on her hips.

"Get some breakfast while you're at it." Jack salutes you and you laugh at her poor attempt at one before she walks out of the room. You wished she had gone home but part of you were glad she had stayed.

She was gone a while, enough time for the Doctor to come in and check on you. "Everything seems fine. I'd like you to stay another 24 hours just in case. Concussions, especially because you blacked out for a short time can be varying."

"I know Doc. Not my first rodeo."

"Then I definitely should keep you in for another 24 hours." He looked over your charts again before slipping it back on the hanger at the end of your bed.

"But you don't have to, right?"

"This isn't a flea market in Thailand. We don't bargain down hospital stays."

You sigh slumping back into your pillows. You really couldn't take spending a whole day and another night in here. "Come on Doc, I'm fine. Heads pounding less, got a reasonable full night sleep. Kept down some food. Haven't harassed the hospital team - yet."

"Threats won't work, y/n. You need to stay another 24 hours, you need to be under someone's care just in case."

"Someone's care, so not technically a nurse or doctor." You were slowly forming a plan. You half told the truth, your head was still pounding, just not as bad as yesterday.

"You got someone who can look after you for the next 48 hours?"

"I can."

Your gut dropped. You weren't even aware that Jack had come back into the room. Let alone thinking about her looking after you. You were going to call a friend and ask them to check in on you every hour, not stay with you permanently. "Jack you don't-"

"I won't let you leave unless someone promises to be with you for the next 48 hrs. No exceptions."

"I'll do it Doc. I can work from my laptop. Plus, I've put up with her complaints and seductions before."

The last part threw you off. She was smirking, sassing you. She hadn't sassed you in over five years. That part left when you broke her heart, since when had it returned?

"Alright Agent Sloane. I'd like to keep her here until 1200 just to be sure and then I'll release her into your custody."

"Hello, Hi. Do I get a say in this?"

"Would you rather stay here?"

You pout. Both of them looking at you with amused expressions. "No. Fine." You huff causing your audience to laugh and Jack follows the doctor out. Probably talking about what she needs to watch out for and do for you. This was a horrible idea.

The morning went quickly, Jack went back home and to NCIS to check in on things and talk to the Director on her new assignment which gave you a few hours to over think and figure out how the next two days were going to work. Jack came back in just after the Doctor was discharging you and ready to drive you home. The ride home was awkward to say the least, for you. You weren't in the mood to talk and she'd easily picked up on that. You hated this arrangement but here you were. She'd packed an overnight bag so even if you had managed to convince Jack to go home for the night, it wasn't happening now.

"I can sleep on the couch and you can take the bed." It didn't make sense when you thought it but ended up saying it anyway.

"Absolutely not. You will sleep in your own bed as it's yours and you're the one with the concussion. Don't be silly." She sighed. "I know this was a rash decision on my part and I should've asked you first but did you really want to stay at the hospital another night?"

The situation wasn't ideal but if you were being honest with yourself this could be a good thing. This was the most you had talked to Jack in years and this could be the turning point in your newfound friendship due to your injury. You just didn't want to get your hopes up. "Look Jack, I'm thankful that you offered and are doing this. Just trying to wrap my head around why the sudden change and how the next 24 hours is going to work."

"48."

"What?"

"48 hours."

"You aren't staying two nights."

She turned to look at you properly when she pulled up at the red light and smirked at how adamant you were. "Watch me."

"Fine. Hopefully the couch will be sufficient enough." You look back out the passenger side window as the car turned down your street. "Thank you." You whispered because you really were grateful for her even though this situation was going to be hell.

"Of course."

She pulls up her car along the curb in front of your building and runs around to help you out of the car but you push her away. "Jack, I can walk by myself."

"I just don't want you to fall and have to drive you back to the hospital. It really is a long way."

Her joke does what it's meant to and you smile. So maybe this would actually work out and you were over thinking all the ways it could go wrong. "Would be such a hassle."

She smiles along with you but grabs your bag along with her overnight bag before you can protest and runs ahead of you. "Can't get the bag if you can't catch me."

"Such a child."

Jack laughs and the sound wave hits you right in the chest. That sound always made you smile and melt on the inside, now it had the opposite effect. It tore at your heart because it was such a rare thing to hear, you making her laugh.

She opened the door to your apartment and dropped both bags near the foot of the couch and turned to watch you stumble into the room. "You sure you don't need me for balance?"

"I'm fine." You don't convince her by leaning against the wall because you were slightly out of breath from the short walk up the stairs and into your apartment. "I will be." Which was closer to the truth and Jack nods in response. "Now, bathroom is down the hall on the right, linen closet is the door on the left. Kitchen well you can see where that is and help yourself to anything. Other than coffee and some frozen pizza. There isn't much there I'm afraid."

"What happened to you cooking all the time?"

"Don't get much time lately, wanted to get back into it but there's not much fun in it when you're only cooking for yourself."

"Since when did that stop you? You loved creating meals even for yourself." Her hands shifted to her hips, trying to make more of a point but you weren't in the mood for this to turn into an argument that she would win.

You shrug finally finding the strength to shift and move a few steps to fall not so gracefully onto your couch. "Guess times change."

"That's for sure. Mind if I freshen up?"

"Go for your life. I didn't get the chance to clean so apologies if it's a mess or anything." All the possibilities of what she could find in your bathroom sprang to mind. Did you put away the vibrator? You might've prayed a little to someone to make sure you had because she was down the hall before you could change your mind.

"Nothing I haven't seen before." She threw back and you smiled. You had practically lived together for a month or so before the inevitable heart break.

To your surprise and you assume Jack's as well, the rest of the day was quite simple. You lounged on the couch watching tv while Jack sat legs crossed in the armchair and did some work on her laptop. It wasn't until dinner time that Jack insisted on get takeout and paying that a small argument happened but your head was pounding again so you just let her win.

"Wow the concussion is really working in my favour."

"If by your favour you mean getting two days out of work and babysitting me then yes, your favour."

"Take these and shut up." She walked back over with a glass of water and your medication.

Dinner was spent mostly in silence while you both watched TV. You weren't really concentrating on tv though because fuzzy memories were starting to come back. From the breach and moments in the hospital you forgot because you were high on painkillers. One particular memory you weren't sure about. You tried to convince yourself it must've been a drug fuelled dream but weren't 100% sure that was the case.

You'd been working up the courage to ask Jack when she decided to clean up the dishes from dinner and have a shower. It was probably for the best, gave you more time to over think it and make sure you were actually sure this was a conversation you wanted to have tonight when she was going to be at least staying for another one. You didn't want to make things awkward again. They'd been somewhat pleasant for the past few hours. But the feeling was there.

"Acted, yes. Felt, no?" You repeated and this time out loud.

"What did you say?"

You jumped and tweaked your side causing you to roll over in pain. "Ow."

"Sorry!" She rushed to your side, crouching down in front of the couch. "Maybe it's time you went to bed."

You nod and try and straighten yourself out as best you can. Your side was still hurting from the sudden movement but you knew it was best to go to bed and ignore the reason why this happened in the first place. "All the linen you'll need is in the closet. I'd help but -"

"No need. Go sleep." She smiled but you could see her eyes were searching again. She clearly hadn't forgotten what you'd said but you weren't going to break the ice now.

"Night."

"Good night."

Your dream wanted to curse you. They made you relive the hostage situation over and over and the last one your mind decided to be a cruel trickster. You weren't in the building, instead it was Jack inside and you on the megaphone. Everything played out the same. You gave the order to breach and came rushing in after S.W.A.T and found Jack on the floor covered in blood. She was gasping for air and you had tears running down your face.

"Stay with me Jack! Jack!" You yelled but she was slipping away, her breaths becoming more and more shallow. "Jack!"

"Hey!" A sharp voice rung in your ear, a gentle squeeze to your shoulder but when you looked around no one was there. "You're having a nightmare." The voice whispered and you shook your head. It was a living nightmare. "Wake up." The squeeze to the shoulder was a bit more forceful this time and a grace to your cheek had you squeezing your eyes shut. When you opened them again you were in your room, the lamp was on and Jack was sitting on your bed beside you. Her hand was cupping your cheek, wiping away a tear that escaped. "Hey." She whispered, running her thumb across your cheek one last time before pulling away.

"Sorry I-"

"Want to talk about it?"

"Nightmare."

"I got that much. You shouted my name?"

"You were in the bank, I came in behind SWAT and you were gasping for breath on the floor and then you-"

"It was just a nightmare." Her hand cupped your cheek again and you couldn't help but lean into it just to make sure she was really here. "I'm right here." She could always read you like a book.

"Jack in the hospital, you - "

"Acted, yes. Felt, no."

"I wasn't just dreaming that?"

"Well you might've been with the state you were in but no. I said those words."

"What did you mean by.. it?" At that question she got up, making herself pace back and forth in your bedroom because it was the middle of the night and neither of you were prepared for this conversation right now. But it just felt like the time to ask.

"Does it really have to be said?"

"Answering my question with a question.."

"Don't do that."

"Use your deflection tricks against you." You sigh, raising your left arm and tucking in behind your head. "If you don’t want to or can't I -"

"You don't understand. I was so angry for a long time. I hated you for most of it." She stopped pacing for a second to look at you but you didn't say anything. You couldn't, you needed her to finish her thought. "You broke my walls down but then broke me as well. The one person I trusted not to do that to me and you did." She choked and sat back down on the bed, tears falling down her cheeks and she buried her head in her hands.

You were expecting an admission, even anger directed at you but you weren't expecting this. It broke your heart all over again to see her like this. Like the day you left. You tried your best to sit up in bed but the pain to your side and leg were too painful. Jack felt you shift and immediately put a hand on your thigh to still your movements. "I'm sorry. I'll say it til the day I die to let you know how sorry I am for that night."

"I wish I tried harder to get you to stay or-"

"Jack you have nothing to be sorry for. That decision was all me. I put my career first and didn't want to drag you along with it. I was going to be gone for months on end and didn't want to leave you-"

"You left like I was never a reason to stay." The words just slipped out, like she'd been holding onto them for five years and finally had the chance to say them.

You could feel the tears building up again, the corner of your eyes becoming blurry. "I left because I needed to and you deserved better."

Tears still rolling down her face, you moved your hand up to wipe them away but she moved away. Her hand coming up to wipe them away herself. "I deserved a chance to give us a try."

"Yes you did and I'll regret letting you go and pushing you away for the rest of my life." You'd regretted it the moment you did it and saw her walking away but you'd made your bed and you had to sleep in it for the next five years.

Jack yawns, trying her best to hold it in but you can't help but yawn as well. "I should go back to sleep." Her walls were back, the only evidence of her emotional breakdown was her tear stained cheeks.

"Jack.. I really am sorry."

"I know." She nods, standing up and fidgeting with the hem of her top. "Try and get some sleep. I'll be down the hall if you need anything."

You just nodded and then she was gone. The emotions from the last few minutes still swirling around in your head. Did that all just really happen? You slump back into your pillows and shut your eyes, willing sleep to come but it never did. The clock on your bedside table read 0345 and you groaned. This was going to be a long few hours battling with your thoughts.

At some point you must've drifted off because the loud clash from the kitchen had your eyes springing open and your head pounding. You sat up slightly, propping yourself the best you could on your pillows.

Jack walked into your bedroom moments later and saw you were awake and concerned. "Sorry, just misplaced a glass in the sink." She placed a fresh glass of water on the bedside table and handed you your medication.

You took it and relaxed back into the pillows. Jack walked out of the room and with that the memories of early this morning flashing back through your mind. This was going to be a long day. Who was going to break first? Or were you both going to do what you did best, ignore it ever happened.

Ignoring it was. You managed to get out of bed once the pain medication kicked in and even slipped into the shower for a moment to yourself before getting changed and joining Jack in the lounge room. She was curled up in the armchair with her laptop and a cup of coffee.

"Want me to get you something for breakfast?"

"There's nothing in that kitchen other than coffee and maybe some milk, Jack."

"Look again." You saw her smirk before you wondered into the kitchen and saw a new box of cereal, bread and brownies on the counter. "Alex called this morning asking how you were and if you needed anything. I asked if she could pick up some necessities."

This only reminded you that you needed to call your team. Alex was sweet for checking in, the fact that she called Jack instead of you was something though. "Brownies are necessities now?"

"They are when you have nightmares early in the morning."

"Right." You agree before picking up at brownie and returning to the couch. The calories didn't count when you felt like this, that would just be cruel.

Jack smirked seeing you choosing the brownie for breakfast. "There's more milk in the fridge as well as some cheese, bacon and butter."

"You planning on making something Jack?" There was nothing about that list that was healthy and it made you smile. Same old Jack if she wasn't getting take out, she was making comfort food. There was one night early in your previous relationship that she made you dinner and there were some green vegetables on your plate. You wouldn't stop teasing her about it for the next week which ended with her elbow in your side and later her legs around your -

"Which leads me to the macaroni I found in the back of the cupboard."

Your prayers were answered. It was one of your favourite meals and no one could make it the same as Jack Sloane. "Ah, Mac and Cheese."

The brownie was scrumptious and the perfect breakfast after the night you had. The nightmares you could remember. Unlike a nice dream, nightmares you could always remember. You distracted yourself with a book for a while and then found a movie to watch and fall asleep to. Thankfully this time you just saw darkness, no dreams, no nightmares and were woken up to the sound of Jack moving around in the kitchen a few hours later. You didn't move, just looked over at Jack and watched her.

There were those feelings again. Bubbling up to the service, they really hadn't died down since last night or when you heard her voice over the megaphone, come to think of it they hadn't been far below the service since you walked up those stars all those months ago and there was Jack Sloane. She was here, after all that had happened and doing her best to ignore you, avoid you, she was here. She hadn't hesitated when offering to look after you and take you home, she hadn't backed out when she could've and now, she was cooking in your kitchen like she was meant to be there.

The image made you smile as she prepared the mac and cheese. The conversation from last night flooded your mind and how it was still left hanging. Did you make a mends? It was a step in the right direction, you hoped.

"You know staring is rude."

You couldn't help but laugh. How long had she known you were awake? Probably the whole time, she was just that good. "Just enjoying the view." It was so cheesy and you hoped cute as well. If it didn't then you could always fall back on the concussion as an excuse.

Jack turned and gave you a wink before turning back to the stove. "Think that explosion hit you a little harder than you've been letting on."

You laughed, shifting back down onto your back lifting your hands behind your head. She was thankfully in a sassy mood today. You flicked back through the channels and not finding anything satisfying to watch you turned to Netflix.

She walked into the lounge room and sat down in her chair. It was now her chair. "I watched that a few months ago." She commented as you clicked on Dead to Me.

"New season just dropped last week. Want to watch?" You quite enjoyed the first season, it was a bit dark but funny. Not to mention the slight crush you had on Judy.

The mac and cheese was crisping in the oven and was smelling delicious as you enjoyed the first episode and you watched the second episode enjoying the creamy heavenly meal. There definitely was something different to her mac an cheese and you were determined to get the recipe from her, one day. That was the realisation there. You wanted Jack in your life, not just right now but in the future, far in the future. You had started something last night and she had finished it or just put a cork in it for now. Was now the right time? Was there ever a right time? Time was usually wasted trying to figure that out and then before you know it, it's gone all together.

"Just speak."

"You're too good -." Of course, she’d caught you thinking, probably staring but some days you could’ve sworn she could read minds.

"Pause the show first."

You laugh and hit pause before shifting to face Jack a bit more. She's in the armchair with a mug of coffee in her hands and her feet tucked under her. You take a deep breath and try and pick up where you finished last night. "Last night.. We said some things, admitted more things and seeing you this morning. It just feels right." The words were all wrong and didn't sound at all the way you wanted them to but how were you meant to ask her out again? Like she would even give you another shot but the way she was watching you, the softness in her eyes. It was a look you hadn't seen in a while. "How do you feel Jack?"

Her eyes didn't leave yours, searching, she was always searching. Something she probably couldn't help from her profession. "That this, us has been considerably easier than I thought it would be."

"Minus all the tears and heartbreak from last night." You watched as she tensed again, she was trying her best to keep her emotions under control but her eyes were welling up. Her emotions always seemed to be right on the service around you lately, probably because of all the high stress and no space.

"It was needed."

"Definitely was."

Jack diverted her eyes, wiping a tear away before placing her hands together and looking back at you through her long lashes. "So where does this leave us then, y/n?"

"Where do you want to be, Jay?" You knew the use of that nickname would soften her and you watched as the emotion washed over her. The memories of when you used it in the past and all the happy moments it brought up. She softened in front of you, her shoulders relaxed as she took a deep breath.

"I want us to be able to be friends again. To go to the farmers markets on the weekends, to chat at the office, to chat about anything to each other. What do you want y/n?" Her eyes were searching yours, hoping you'd want the same.

Your head was pounding, the painkillers were starting to wear off and you'd need to take some more soon but that wasn't important right now. Jack had just laid it all out on the table for you, you could tell she wasn't telling you the whole truth. How could she? You'd ripped her heart out before and could never make up for that but maybe, just maybe one day you'd get close.

"I want to have all those things and more. I want to run my hand through your hair because I can, I want to trace the lines in your hands just to feel close to you, I want to just look into your eyes and see the possibility there, I want to trace my fingers over your soft skin any chance I get. I want you Jack. I never stopped wanting you." Drawing in a shaky breath as you watch a tear roll down her cheek. One would've rolled down yours as well but the headache was too painful for you to be able to concentrate on anything else. You were surprised you managed to get the words out.

She got up from her seat and joined you on the couch. Her hand cupping your cheek and drawing you in. You sucked in a breath, your heart pounding so hard because you couldn't believe it and before you could say anything her lips met yours. You both just stayed there for a minute, not moving because one if you did your head might explode and two you just didnt want to. This was perfect, you didn't need a deep, tongue driven kiss. You felt her emotions, the way she brought her other hand up to cup your other cheek and the tears that flowed from her. She was a mess but hopefully she was your mess now. You wrapped your hands around her waist and pulled her close. She broke the kiss and placed another one on your forehead.

"I hate to break up this out of the universe moment but I really need more pain meds or I'm going to chop my head clean off my body." You sigh, feeling Jack's hands leave your face, you close your eyes as she goes and collects the meds and a glass of water.

And it was really that simple. When she brings you the water and meds, she doesn't leave your side, even insists you move over so she can slip in beside you. The rest of the day and night spent watching Dead to Me wrapped up in each other's arms. She wouldn't stop touching you after that and you wouldn't dare stop her. You both fall asleep on the couch, mostly because you didn't dare move once you heard her snoring. You tried to wake Jack once years ago from a peaceful sleep and regretted it for a week.

The next morning you wake up to the smell and comfort of Jack wrapped around you and your nose pressed firmly into the base of her neck. "Morning." You mumble with a smile.

She wrapped her arms tighter around your waist at the sound of your voice. "Morning." She breathed, placing a kiss to your cheek.

Just like that life was right again. She took care of you for the rest of the day until you forced her out, only for her to get more clothes and check in on her apartment and then she came right back. You hardly spent a night apart unless you had a long case then she'd stay at her place but most weekends off were spent together and you started cooking again. The biggest reward was seeing her huge smile when you made her favourites and her moans of pleasure while eating usually lead to other activities. Sure, it wasn't perfect all the time, she was Jack Sloane after all but no one was perfect. Life was a bitch and in your profession that was evident almost every day.

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There we have it. That’s all she wrote. Hopefully it was worth the wait.

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chiefavenuewerewolf · 3 years

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5 Star Cinema Garden Grove

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Steven Crow

Garden Grove features a number of movie theaters, but Starlight Cinemas always offers convenient show times and a great movie selection. Bring the whole family to this theater, where kiddos are welcomed with open arms.Patrons can park in a lot near Starlight Cinemas or take advantage of the generous street parking. Whatever you're in the mood for, Starlight Cinemas has.

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Please read this oneI don’t usually write reviews but the experience me and my wife had is unbelievable My wife was in a car wreck on 1-24-15 and hurt her back but still wanted to see a movie for Valentine’s day 2-14-15 so I got the tickets and went I asked the lady at the door if my wife could Just sit on bench until movie time and she got a bad attitude problem with me so I asked to see The manager she came out and I told her about the problem she seemed like she didnt care at all. But she finally let my wife sit then all we heard was laughing and giggling from them made my wife feel very bad and very uncomfortable we left and won’t be back ever.By the way me and my daughter usually go to the movies there at least once a week sometimes twice a week and have been going there for almost four years now and the guy’s that work there on the weekdays are great very kind and never any Problems at all.

Brian Bergström

Was happy with the pricing of the movies here. First run movies at discounted prices. The theaters are small, but comfortable. I first saw a movie here in 1987 and it hasnt changed much, except the technology.What disappointed me were the lights that never turn off and when the movie starts nobody closes the doors (I went to the back and closed the doors myself, nothing I could do about the lights). How can one really enjoy a movie theater experience with lights in the ceiling shining down in your eyes.I came here for 3D, because ONLY the Dolby Digital 3D works for me, the crappy RealD 3D doesnt work nearly as well. Then as it turned out the movie I wanted to see was not being shown in 3D at all.I would go back again, but probably sit more towards the front away from the spotlights and open doors.

Pat Butterfield

5 Star Cinema Garden Grove Ca

This place and staff has always given me a pleasurable experience and have gone on various days and times for the last 5yrs Even going during regular hours/days but frequent the senior/family days & hours. Been there during peak hrs & always someone at doors ready to go in and clean soon as a movie is over. Cant go to the Regals or Edwards and the like for top movies popcorn and drinks for the same price or less than what others charge just to get in the doors! Too bad Steve Crow had a bad experience, I have never seen or heard of such a thing all the times Ive gone. Im even greeted & asked where my friend is when I go alone. And acknowledged when Ive not been seen for awhile! Local theaters always best over commercial places anytime!

A Private User

I see a lot of people complaining about the employees and the seats and screens. Download blackberry handheld software for 8520. I have never had a problem with any of the employees. They arent really friendly, but have never been rude to me or any of my kids. Sure it s small, but for the value, worth it for me. We could never afford to see a movie otherwise. If you get their saver card, you get a free ticket for every four you buy, even on family night. Plus you get free popcorn and free refills on popcorn and soda. Tip..go early in family nights, you will be in line for a bit, and it will fill up.

Wesley To

Dont be fooled by the price and Starlight brand. This place has almost nothing else in common with other Starlights. No reserved seating. No seats in the center (aisle runs down the middle). Small, dim screen. But the other Starlights (Triangle Square in Costa Mesa, Cinema City in Anaheim) have identical pricing and feature reserved seating, center seats, and larger screens, as well as having more total screens, more seats per screen, and nicer aesthetics. Go to those ones if possible. Those actually deserve the '4 Star' nomenclature.

A Private User

5 Star Theater Garden Grove

Hate it. We came to watch sherlock holmes and half way through my lady went to use the restrooms and got kicked out cause the management said she was trying to jump movies. she had the ticket stub and she wasnt trying to jump movie.. she waited out side in the cold. while i was waiting for her to return. finally i went out side to look for her and i was very shocked to find out what had happened.. Never again will we ever come here again. Go some where else management seemed racist..

Yaseng Yann

I go to this theater almost exclusively esp so that we could go bowling before or after a movie: $7 refillable (one time before the movie ends) popcorn, clean theater, good sound system, friendly staff. Prices are catching up to that of UA and Regency..$9/adult is more than at some other places; so we are pulling the reins a tad. Maybe it pays to be a frequent movie pass goer..then again, we should head out to the state parks and outdoors more. Head out and shape up, America!

A Private User

i think this is a fantastic bargain to go to the movies in these most difficult of times. the popcorn is great ..the seating is good and the value is fabulous. we try to make it every Tuesday. i found the employees to be professional and courtesy so i suppose everyone has there opinion and mine is that keep the price low and the audiences will come. thanks.

John Taylor

The movie industry is my passion. When I was a teen I loved going to the cinema. This place is comfy, small and a great place to take out your girlfriend. However last time my girlfriend and I went everything was just dirty. Spit bubble gums, popcorn and smelly restrooms. Not a romantic experience at all. I hope they take some actions!

Lexi Buelna

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Hyperlinks appear in blue (underlined on mobile). The story is posted here. Direct link to this chapter is here.

This chapter is entirely way too long. Perhaps the ‘smarter’ thing to do would have been to post the two scenes/sections separately. Both are certainly long enough for that. But I’ve always maintained that I don’t want to produce filler content. It’s like the title of Sum 41’s debut album (another thing I’ve maintained: in my heart of hearts I’m still just a dumb pop punk kid), All Killer, No Filler. The first section of the chapter, in my opinion, serves as smooth transition for the second part. But the first part just on its own? I don’t see the point. So no, it couldn’t be separate.

In the notes for previous chapters, I’ve mentioned that if I put something in the story early on, I put it there for a reason, to be called on later in the story. This chapter calls back to those little things in earlier chapters. It’s probably been a while since you actually read those little things, so I’ll point them out as I see necessary.

I nodded and began pressing the pads of my fingers against the pads of my thumbs on both hands. I glanced at the familiar cover of the book Jughead had been reading. “Hey, I read that in AP English.”

This nervous habit that Betty does throughout the first section of the chapter is first seen in Chapter 2, when Archie grills her about liking Jughead, before they hatch the plan for the con. As we go through this section of the chapter, throughout her conversation with Jughead, this nervous tick is evident (Jughead actually brings it up) but never destructive. I was thinking about the life Betty’s had in this AU. She got to move away from Riverdale as a teenager, and Alice’s influence on her life has been felt, but Betty hasn’t had to bottle up her feelings. In fact, she made great friends in Kevin and Veronica when she got to Chicago. She’s been in counseling since her apprentice year. I think not being in Riverdale is a big thing for this Betty, so I don’t think she would have had to turn to digging crescent marks into her palms in order to cope.

I wanted to draw attention to the difference between this ballet Betty and canon Betty, giving her a nervous habit that had to do with her hands but without it leading to self-harm.

“You read The Devil in the White City in your AP Lit class?” Jughead asked with disbelief.

“No.” I shook my head. “The other AP English class. The one in junior year.”

“Language and Composition?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “I always thought that was the better of the two AP classes for English. A lot more useful in instructing 16 year olds how to become better writers themselves and not just responding to a selection of literature through the ages written with ambitious punctuation.”

The full name of the book being referred to is The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America.

Fun fact: Leonardo DiCaprio (who gets another mention in this chapter, in the second section) bought film rights of the book in 2010. As of this year, the plan to turn it into a film is still active.

“Betty, please!” Jughead exclaimed with mock offense. “I keep my best friend charm bracelet in a very safe place and I am never giving it back. So he better not break up with me.”

Something I’d always admired about the friendship Chic and Jughead had was how matter-of-fact it was. They were two guys who loved each other platonically and were secure enough to not care if the relationship was characterized as romantic by others. They laughed endearingly about their ‘bromance’ rather than be offended by it. “Girlfriends may come and go,” Chic had once said, “but I’ll never break up with my best friend.” I thought that it took a special kind of friendship and special kind of people to be firm in that unwaveringly.

In the first chapter, Betty briefly mentioned the idea of Jughead and Chic having a bromance. I really wanted to include something in this chapter about how Jughead and Chic don’t associate that word with a negative connotation. Jughead and Archie’s friendship is portrayed so beautifully on Riverdale. As Cole Sprouse pointed out in his Teen Vogue interview, that’s not a portrayal we see very often between two guys on TV. In an alternate universe where Jughead’s best friend is Chic, I fully believe that the kind of friendship that Jughead has with his best friend is still the same.

And Betty, who has had a front row seat to this beautiful friendship, has nothing but admiration for it.

Regarding the best friend charm bracelet - it’s a bit of a reference to my favorite episode of Veronica Mars, 1x10, “An Echolls Family Christmas”. I can’t find a clip of it, but it’s something Logan says to Duncan at lunch time: “Are we breaking up now? Do you want your best friend charm back?”

“I don’t know yet…I picked it up mostly because it’s a true crime novel that’s set here, in Chicago,” he explained. “I’m leaning toward that genre for my own novel. Right now though I’m thinking that I need to give myself a better background on the Exposition.”

I hadn’t just read The Devil in the White City for my AP English class; I’d read it for my second semester paper, a long-form essay that thoroughly analyzed the devices the author used to tell the story. The story itself was an intertwining of two stories, of the architect who made an exposition of the city, and of a serial killer who used the events to lure people to their deaths at the Chicago World’s Fair (officially named The World’s Columbian Exposition) in 1893. To Jughead’s point, I felt like I was well-versed in the World’s Fair, though not necessarily because of the book.

The reason I thought to reference The Devil in the White City at all is because I remembered it as one of book the choices for the long-form paper I wrote in my own AP Language & Composition class. It wasn’t the book that I did my paper on, but now, all these years later, I definitely wish it had been! When I started writing this story, I remembered the synopsis of the book and looked it up again. A true crime novel set in Chicago, the same city that Jughead moved to for his MFA, and the same genre that I imagine Jughead would be writing? Oh, I knew immediately that it had to get a mention in this story.

When I started doing research on the Joffrey Ballet’s ‘new’ version of The Nutcracker, it all came full circle, because both the book and the events of that ballet have the same setting. I was amazed and happy with the coincidence, because it worked out perfectly for my story, for Betty and Jughead to have a conversation about the two.

Except it turns out that it’s not quite coincidence after all. While writing these notes, I found an article that states Joffrey’s choreographer and artistic director have both read The Devil in the White City, and they even used it for inspiration in re-imagining The Nutcracker.

I really don’t know how I didn’t find this article during my initial research. But oddly I think that it’s actually more satisfying that I found out after I made the connection on my own.

“The version of The Nutcracker we did at Joffrey last year, and that we’ll be doing for years to come,” I spoke, “it’s set at the fair. Marie dreams about the White City and what she would see there.”

Jughead raised an eyebrow. “Really?”

I simply nodded.

The reason that Joffrey’s new take on The Nutcracker was so uniquely Chicago was because of its take on the classic story. It was set on Christmas Eve 1892, in the winter leading up to the opening of the World’s Fair, and paid some homage to the working-class heroes of those days—all while keeping Tchaikovsky’s original score. Marie, whose vivid dreams were the basis for the dances in the production, was the daughter of a Polish immigrant mother, a widowed sculptor who worked on the statue of The Republic for the Exposition.

In Chapter 4, while talking to Sabrina, Betty mentions that in the Joffrey Ballet’s Nutcracker, the little girl’s name is Marie rather than Clara.

I read several articles about Joffrey’s reimagining of The Nutcracker in order to understand the changes (compared to a 'traditional’ version). I found the one from NPR (complete with an audio clip!) quite helpful, along with this one that breaks down what has been taken out and what has been put in.

His statement was true, too. The fall season at Joffrey always felt busier than the spring season. It seemed to drag on for too long at the beginning in September, when every day at work was spent going to company class and being in different rehearsals. But October would culminate what we worked so hard for: the performance weeks. We were about two weeks out from opening night, which meant rehearsals had moved into the theater. No matter how much mastery had come through in the dance studios, in my opinion the theater stage always gave the dances a bit of a new feel, it made them feel brand new again for those first few attempts. Especially for someone like me, who hadn’t been singled out on stage since a gala during my apprentice year, it was something to get used to. The company studios on Randolph Street had floor to ceiling windows where natural light poured in, with the piano in the corner of the room. In the Auditorium Theatre, the stage lights were blinding, casting a sea of darkness from the orchestra pit to the rafters, and the music came from downstage. The turf of the rehearsal studio floors were supposed to be the same as that on the stage, but I’d sworn ever since the academy that it felt like the stage was less rigid and had more give. I always dipped my pointe shoes in more rosin than usual for stage rehearsals, feeling like they were slipping.

If you’re a close reader, the use of both “theater” and “Theatre” must be driving you crazy in this chapter. It is intentional though. Your opinion on the right way to spell “theater” probably depends on what part of the world you live in. For me, the decision of which way to spell certain words, in American or British/International English is dependent on the story. I have used both conventions (same for words like “color” vs. “colour”) in my writing in the past. In this story, we have Betty as our narrator, an American girl living in Chicago. Therefore, I stick to American English spelling of words throughout the story. However, The Auditorium Theatre in Chicago has that spelling, that is its proper name, I can’t do anything about that. So that’s why you see both.

The Nutcracker was a different kind of beast for ballet season. It was an entire month of daily (sometimes twice daily) performances, save for Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve. That meant that there were five different casts, so dancers were assigned to different roles on different nights. Worst case scenario, I’d get to understudy for a soloist and never get to dance it in the spotlight. But it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility that if I had a good audition, and if I did well during my pas de deux with Trev in Giselle, that I could land myself in another solo role, because The Nutcracker was a big ballet with a lot of roles. So I had to be prepared. I needed to nail the Peasant pas de deux. And I needed to show something special at auditions, especially when I was up against established soloists and principals.

A quick peek at the Joffrey Ballet’s calendar for The Nutcracker reveals that Christmas and New Year’s Eve really are the only days without shows in December. The same article that told me about the connection between The Nutcracker and The Devil in the White City also told me that the huge number of shows is/was accomplished by having five casts.

I was elated. I’d soaked up every second of the Peasant pas de deux with the blinding spotlight set on my partner and me as we danced in circles around the stage. I loved it. I’d almost forgotten the thrill of having a solo role. My dance with Trev in the first act was less than ten minutes long, but it was on opening night and it felt amazing. In the backstage hair and makeup room that I’d been assigned, after the performance, I could practically feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I sat in front of the mirror for a long time, just settling down, before I started wiping off my stage makeup. I’d spent a fair amount of my time in the corps de ballet telling myself that I didn’t want to be a principal dancer, that I wanted to get to soloist and nothing more. Well, ten minutes in a soloist’s role and I wanted more. I would need to take some serious time to reassess exactly what I wanted from ballet once the run of Giselle was over.

In the prologue, Betty states that she wants to be a soloist but doesn’t want to be a principal dancer. I really like that once she gets the experience of a soloist’s performance, she’s not so sure anymore. I’m a big fan of Betty’s drive and determination.

The performing arts survived on sponsors, donations, fundraising, and season ticket holders. Ballet was an old art and young people weren’t exactly dying to pay for an opera house ticket (even a subsidized one, if they were students) to see an adaptation of Othello or The Sleeping Beauty. As dancers, we in the company were ever so thankful for the support that allowed us to live our dreams. In fact, with opening night also being the opening of the season, the company was hosting a party. It would be a few hours of hors d’oeuvres and champagne for the dancers, families, friends, season ticket holders—anyone and everyone that supported our craft was extended an invitation—but mostly it was for the bigwig sponsors, so they had a chance to speak to anyone in the company in a relaxed setting, to see up close and personal where their money was going.

The good thing about taking 50 million years to write this chapter and 101 million years to edit it is that it pushed me past the real life opening of the Joffrey Ballet’s Giselle. In late September, the Joffrey posted a video to their official YouTube channel showing the dancers with the principal roles of Giselle and Albrecht rehearsing in the studio (you can see the floor to ceiling windows that Betty was talking about in the first section of the chapter!), with their voiceovers, talking about dance. A few days ago a video of the company rehearsing Giselle, with interviews, was also posted. I think it’s so cool to have real visuals of what Betty has been talking about.

On the official landing page for the production, the Joffrey has also posted the program guide for Giselle. That wasn’t there when I first started doing research for the story. The season sponsors are listed (page 14), and monetary supporters and donors are listed (page 24 to 31). I was glad to be able to see the program because it acknowledges not just the bigwigs, but even small contributions as well. In my mind, that made this party more feasible.

A couple of years had passed since my brother last attended one of my performances. I was pretty sure the only thing he liked about ballet was the flexibility of all the women. He would always show up to provide his older brother support when warranted, but I’d danced strictly in the corps de ballet the last two seasons. Those of us in the corps served as understudies to the soloists, and the soloists served as understudies to the principals because as the saying went, the show must go on. There were two kinds of programs that the company performed: mixed repertoires and full-lengths. Mixed repertoires were usually the newer, innovative, contemporary works that were only one act long. During the weeks that we performed mixed repertoires, three short individual ballets were performed each night.

So I’d learned a lot of soloist roles. But since joining the corps, just my luck, all of the dancers that I’d been an understudy for had been healthy and uninjured for performance nights in the past two years—not that I wished them any undue harm. It meant that Chic hadn’t had to sit in the Auditorium Theatre since the days of my apprenticeship.

There are, indeed, two kinds of programs that dance companies do during the course of a year. Giselle is a full-length ballet. To name a few others, The Sleeping Beauty, Othello, Romeo and Juliet, and Nijinsky are all full-length ballets. The Nutcracker is also a full-length ballet.

Chroma is a mixed repertoire ballet. It is actually three ballets. The version last done by The Royal Ballet is: Chroma, Multiverse, and Carbon Life. During the 2012 fall season, the Joffrey Ballet had a mixed repertoire program called Human Landscapes: Forgotten Land, Pretty Ballet, and The Green Table.

The point is that there are different kind of ballet performance nights. Some ballets are full-lengths, with only one story from beginning to end. Others are mixed repertoires, short individual ballets performed together (with intermissions in between, of course), but not necessarily with just one story. Because of this, Betty has learned a lot of roles that she’s never actually performed.

It was too sweet, along with his actions, for someone who wasn’t my boyfriend, or at least dating me, to say. He said it with so much conviction that I actually believed him. His smile had enough confidence in it for the both of us and I felt beautiful even then, offstage, standing in front of him. After the stage makeup—pancake face, we dancers liked to call it—was removed, I’d re-moisturized and prepared for the party. I redid my makeup in more neutral tones: brown eyeliner just on the top lids, a hint of my favorite pink blush, and coral lips. My dress was structured and form-fitting, a nice shade of copper that complimented my golden locks falling in soft waves around my face.

There’s this video of NYCB principal dancer Sara Mearns talking about her stage makeup, including pancake (1:50 to 2:03).

Archie was right. Jughead wasn’t just ‘some guy’ to me. There was more at stake if I ever became one of those girls that he had to let down easy. Alternatively though, based on what he’d done in dumping Sabrina and what he’d already done for me on opening night, maybe things were looking up. I leaned toward the notion that the things he’d done were because our destiny was different. Still, I kept my crystal vision to myself.

I was listening to Fleetwood Mac’s Rumours a ton in the midst of writing this chapter. No matter what, “Dreams” is my staple. This is not the first time I’ve referenced it in a story. If that makes me cliché and unoriginal, well, so be it. More than likely you already know this, but just in case you don’t, the line in the song goes Now here I go again, I see my crystal vision. I keep my visions to myself.

Corps members liked to talk, and rumor had it that Jason’s girlfriend was pregnant. I wondered how Cheryl would deal with that, potentially losing her brother not just to another woman but a child as well. I saw Jason across the room with the supposed charlatan. She had blonde hair parted straight down the middle and was wearing a flowly dress that neither confirmed nor denied the rumors of the corps. Not that I thought about Jason Blossom a lot, but I’d always imagined that any girlfriend of his would look a little bit like his sister since they had a freaky close relationship. If anything though, the girl he was with looked like she could pass for my sister. She and Jason looked totally in love, sneaking glances at each other as they talked to Trev.

I’ve gotten a few questions about Polly’s existence in this story. I guess this was my roundabout way of including her, even if she’s not really Polly anymore.

Archie sighed. “Maybe I should take her home?”

“Okay, seriously.” I wasn’t far from stomping my foot to get my point across. “You both see me standing here, right?”

“I think that’s a good idea,” Veronica answered Archie’s question and totally ignored mine. “You deal with Kat Stratford here, I’m going to go talk to Cheryl.”

I saw an opportunity to make a 10 Things I Hate About You reference and you already know I was all over that.

Archie hauled me into an Uber soon after, before I could make an ass of myself in front of my friends and my colleagues. He’d been drinking with me, too. The last glass that I slid toward him had been the first one he’d refused. But he also outweighed me by at least a hundred pounds, so the alcohol didn’t have the same effect on him as it did on me. He was supposed to be a 21-year-old frat boy college football player, but true to his true character, he acted as the hovering, concerned puppy dog that I knew him to be. Instead of getting plastered on the dime of the Joffrey Ballet and its major sponsors, he took care of me. I was a touchy feely kind of drunk. But Archie didn’t even complain when I clung to him for the entire ten-minute ride from the Auditorium Theatre to his apartment (his place was closer than mine), listening to the radio recap of the Cubs’ sole win against the Dodgers—both battling for the NLCS title—and the Cubs trying to make it back to defend their World Series title.

The Cubs did play the Dodgers on Giselle opening night, and they did win. Unfortunately, that was the only game of the series they won, and they did not make a two-years-in-a-row repeat appearance in the World Series to defend their 2016 championship. Bummer. For the sake of their fans, I hope it’s not another 108-year drought.

The other thing I wanted to say is that after seeing Riverdale 2x03, and seeing how Archie went to find Ethel and how he comforted her, I feel very strongly that Archie in this AU would attempt to take care of drunk Betty and not just join in. Even when his methods are preposterous, the boy always tries, doesn’t he?

Babe. I liked the way it sounded rolling off his tongue, directed at me casually. I liked the way he flashed his crooked smile at me sincerely and the way he looked in his boxers and t-shirt. With the champagne dancing away down my veins, I was pretty sure he was exactly who I should be beside to end the night, my knight in shining sleep armor.

There’s a song called “Champagne” by Sugarcult. I think it should be the theme song for this chapter, specifically this line: All I can taste is champagne, dancing away down my veins.

His warning sounded right. I knew there was a reason why I wasn’t supposed to just kiss him as I pleased, but foggy thoughts clouded my mind like skyscrapers, so I couldn’t figure out why. I also knew that I’d already kissed him on several occasions before. My mind was blank on champagne. I didn’t care. I only cared that he was so cute and so close to me and that he was a good guy.

The first line in Title Fight’s “Western Haikus” goes thoughts cloud my mind like skyscrapers staring back at me. This is one of those songs I’ve been trying to figure out how to work into a story for so long. I’m so glad it worked here.

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Bucky x reader p.7

A/N hey cuties so here is part 7 I think this might have a total of 10 parts. I was also thinking of writing another x reader with Jojen Reed(Games of Thrones) would y'all want something else? Let me know.

Bucky sat in his room flipping through T.V. stations. He was waiting for you to get back so he could find out what was going on between you and Ray. There was a soft knock at the door, “Come in.” he yelled. Steve walked in and sat on the oppsite side of Bucky. They stood quite for a while, watching The Big Bang Theory. When it was over Steve grabbed the remote and mutted the sound.

“Are you feeling okay? Look like you took some serious hits?” Steve asked, when Bucky nodded his head indicating he was fine, Steve threw a pillow at his head.

“What the hell were thinking becoming sex buddies? Are you crazy?” Steve said.

“I knew you were going to lecture me. Look it was probably a one time deal. After tonight I know for a fact it was a one time thing.”

“Yeah but if you two have to go back to that town?”

“Steve calm down, the possibly of us have to go back to that town is really low. Besides she hates me anyway, so you can stop acting like my dad Punk.” Bucky said throwing the pillow back to Steve.

“I am sorry to interrupt your conversation but Mr. Stark was wondering if any of you had heard from Ms. (Y/L).” F.R.I.D.A.Y.S voice said. Bucky just shook his head.

“No, sorry.” Steve said.

“Mr. Stark is asking that everyone come to the living room.” Steve and Bucky got up and walked to the living room very quickly. The room was filled with world’s greatest superheros….in their PJs. Nat, Bruce and Steve were wearing typical dark sweats and muscle top/tank top. Sam was in a footies, Clint and Bucky had sweats and sweatshirts on. Tony came in the room with a tablet.

“Has anyone tried calling (Y/N)?” He asked. Everyone shook their heads no. “Well is someone going to?” He was pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Why you freaking out?” Nat asked while dialing your number.

“That number that called (Y/N), I traced it and the person is in town. Did you guys not hear her when she yelled:‘Do you have any idea how hard it was to run away the first two time?’” He said, “I’m betting that this dude is dangerous.”

“You have a piont there. While talking to her one day she spoke of someone who had hurt her.” Bruce said.

“Oh so you are just bring this up now.” Tony stated. “Where were you when she walked off?”

“Stark her phone is disconnected.” Nat said.

“We can’t do anything right now. Best we can do is get a good sleep and then go looking for her.” Sam said while returning to his room.

You were walking around the town. Your feet were leading you somewhere, but you didn’t know where. You didn’t care, you were to busy feeling guilty for attacking Bucky, spooked that Ray had your number(Out of rage and fear you threw your phone to a brick wall, which caused damage.) You look up noticing that you were near a park. Deciding that it would be a good idea to get some rest beforer you go back to the tower. Figuring you won’t be living there anymore you started thinking about renting an appartment…maybe Ray?

“No, you can’t do that. After everything you would not go running back.”

“But where else could you go? After tonight your probably don’t have a job.”

“Yeah,but to go back. I mean your new life was that bad. You had a couple of friends: Steve was like a dad, Tony was the annoying brother, Clint was the sassy brother, Nat was the sister you looked up to, Bruce was the nerd friend. Bucky was…what was he? You can’t say friend because well you had no clue. I mean you guys didn’t get along so frienemy? No more like a sex enemish. Shaking your head you just tried to sleep on the ground.

You woke up in the morning to someone carrying you. The person had thrown you over their sholder. As sleep started fading away you were about to freak out but then you saw a metal hand on the other side of the persons body.

"Bucky you can put me down.” When he put you down you stretch your back, causing many cracks. You didn’t want to look him in the eyes cause he probably had no emotion to show, which in the Bucky-manuual, means that you mean nothing to him. “I get it you hate me now, but I just wanted to say I’m sorry about yesterday.” Looking at him, he was about to say something…

“See I told you it was Captain America’s best friend!” Bucky turned around and saw two small boys looking at him. He still hasn’t gotten use to being well known.

“ You boys wanna give my camera’s and I’ll take a picture of you guys with Buck.” You said as the boys ran over and gave you their IPod Touch. You took a few steps back ask Bucky awkwardly got down on one knee to be the same height as the boys. “Okay, Smile! Come on James one Smile won’t kill you. There.” You gave the boys there devices.

“Is it true that you had to protect Steve when he was skinny?”

“What was it like being frozen?”

“Dude he wasn’t frozen!” The boy that thought Bucky was frozen was looking at the ground suddenly shy.

“Uh…Yeah, growing up Steve was on the smaller side, so whenever he wasn’t with me he was probably getting his butt kicked.” The boys smiled at Bucky, you heard the boys mom call them. The boys waved goodbye. When they were gone Bucky looked at you “I don’t hate you doll, I just want to know why you went Apeshit crazy on me.” You looked at him,

“I’ll tell you when we get back to the tower, gives something to do as I pack.”

“Why? Are we leaving already?”

“No, but isn’t Tony kicking me out since I went apeshit crazy.”

“No, in fact I am pretty sure he was crying as he held you back last night. Pretty sure you’re his hero now. Come on let’s get going.”

Half way to the Tower you bumped into someone. “Hey, (Y/N), Bucky” Again you froze on the spot. Ray was to close to you for your liking. You couldn’t say anything. Shocked that he was here. How did he know? Bucky sensed your panic.

“Oh Ray, what brings you in town?” Bucky asked as he started pulling you closer to him.

“Oh work, you know business trips. Hey (Y/N) wanna go have that cup of coffee?” Ray asked backing off a bit.

“Not today Ray, we have plans.”. You say as Bucky rubbed your back to calm you down.

“Well how ab-”

Hey Buck you found her.“ Tony said. Ray just glanced at Tony, backing up again "Who’s this?”

“Tony this is Ray, well Ray seems Bucky and I have to get going. Good seeing you.” You said with more confedience since you had Bucky and Tony. Tony lead you two back to his car, didn’t ask anything.

At the Tower everyone was waiting for you to start talking.

“Okay, no one say anything until I am finished because it’s hard to explain this. When I was in my last year of high school, my mom and I got into this big fight about what I wanted to do in college. I left the house, walking to my friend to cool off. I stupidly thought I was taking a short cut, next thing I know there is a rag placed over my mouth and nose. when I woke up I was in a room with no windows and soundproof walls. Turns out, Ray kidnapped me, drove through two states, and changed his name. The first day he explained what would happen if I ran away, after he came back with a lighter, bandages, rubber gloves, rope and knife. He took one of my hands, tied it behind my back. He said if I moved it would be worse. He ended up heating up the knife blade and burned all my fingerprints. The theory was if I was ever found, they couldn’t use my fingerprints to identify me. For the next two years he abused me, I got away once but when he dislocated my hips. The second time I ran away I was finally free. Went back to my hometown to find that my mom had moved away. So I decided to start a new life, moved to New York, work at Starbucks fulltime. It worked until I stupidly decided to help out this team of superheros that were getting there ass kicked.” You dare not look up at anyone, then you feel someone pull you into a hug. It was Bruce. When he pulled back he wiped the tears off your cheeks.

“I think that this team of superhero’s needs to pay this guy a visit.” Clint said with a smirk. Natasha pulled you into her and started rubbing your hair.

“I think we should personally introduce him to the big guy. What do you think Bruce?” Steve asked.

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