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Safe Haven: tfatws!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader - Chapter Ten

chapter nine - Chapter Ten: Heroes - chapter eleven

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Plot: Y/n, Sam and Bucky make one final effort to stop the Flag Smashers.

Warnings: spoilers for episode.6, violence, character death (major), wounds, blood, ANGST ANGST ANGST, Bucky and Y/n are a badass couple, Sam and Y/n are a badass sibling duo, everybody’s a badass, inaccurate medical care (unless you consider google legit then it’s for real lol)

Word Count: 8.6k

A/N: GUYS. SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER. HOW DID WE GET HERE?!?! This one was challenging to write because I wanted to still make it mainly focus on Sam and not detract from his story while incorporating another one, hopefully I did it justice. Smaller amount of Bucky Y/n fluff purely because of plot. Imma shut up now and let you guys judge it for yourselves, hopefully you enjoy ☺️

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I’d always wanted to visit New York, I just never thought that the circumstances in which I’d come would be so dire.

Surprisingly, flying from Delacroix to the city hadn’t been as draining as I’d thought, the adrenaline rushing through me was enough to keep my stamina up. Once I got into the state I shot up higher, the only way to pinpoint the city’s location was by sight alone. The mass of flashing red, white and blue lights served as a literal guiding light and I followed it till my feet made contact with the ground. I landed in between two buildings, a safe distance away from the commotion but close enough that I could intervene if needed. Sam had told me to go ahead of him and meet up with Bucky, the two of us would be on the ground while Sam took care of business with the senators. “Something’s different…” the voice I’d gone days without hearing announced from behind me, “New haircut?” I smirked and turned to face Bucky, “Do you get bulletproof suits for all the girls that catch your eye?” “Only the ones I really like,” he smiled, cradling my cheek in his hand and giving me an overdue kiss before pulling back to admire the suit, “Looks good on you.” The suit that Bucky had the Wakandans design for me was made almost entirely of Vibranium. It was sapphire blue, the same color of my energy with accent lines of silver running through it to define the shape. It clung tight to my body without showing off too much, the v neckline ended just below my collarbone. Hidden behind Bucky’s note in the case had also been a note from Shuri, the princess of Wakanda, listing that the suit was bullet proof and should I choose to channel my energy through a specific part of my body, the Vibranium would absorb and redistribute it to amplify my strike. The whole ensemble made me feel an official member of whatever club I’d decided to join.

I opened my fingerless glove adorned palm out to Bucky, offering him one of the comms Sam had given me and placing the other in my ear. “Ready?” he asked.

For once, I could answer feeling fully confidant in my capabilities. I reached out and squeezed Bucky’s hand, giving a single nod, “Ready.”

The two of us made our way out from between the buildings and headed into the heart of the chaos. There were news crews, police officers, soldiers and SWAT teams while innocent bystanders quickly fled the scene.

“Sam, where you at?” I said into my comm.

“I’m almost there,” he replied.

“What’s the plan?” Bucky asked from beside me.

“Karli’s gotta be close, keep your eyes open.” “Well, it could be anybody…” Bucky said quietly as we passed by a group of officers.

We headed for the building in which the senators were being held, the SWAT team immediately parting to allow Sergeant Barnes and myself to enter. Whether or not he was paying attention to anything other than finding Karli, I wasn’t sure, but I smiled internally at the fact that they’d recognized him for what he should have been recognized for all this time.

“Oh, we also called in some backup,” I relayed to Bucky.

“Excuse me, sir, ma’am,” we turned to see a man in a beanie following us, “Are you supposed to be here?” Bucky looked stunned and slightly concerned while I stayed calm, recognizing the signal. Immediately, Sharon ripped off the technologically advanced mask that concealed her identity. “It’s me.” “Sharon, what the hell are you doing here?” Bucky asked.

I gestured to the woman, “Backing us up…” “Relax, no one’s looking for me here,” she said, pulling on Bucky’s arm in an effort to get us away from the crowd. “Is that Sharon?” Sam asked over the comms.

“Unfortunately,” Bucky answered, earning a light, disapproving smack from me to his chest.

“Hey, Sam, I thought I’d get the band back together,” Sharon said into her earpiece.

“Thank you, you’re risking a lot coming here.” I took a step forward towards the blonde, “If you want me to fly you out of here, now’s the time.”

She gave a little shrug, “I hear pardons aren’t all they’re cracked up to be anyway.”

“Depends on the therapist,” Bucky grumbled.

“They’re gonna move on the building soon. Be ready,” Sam’s voice flowed into my ear.

“Same goes for you,” I replied, trying to compartmentalize the constant anxiety that ran through me in regards to my brother’s safety. Though knowing he wore vibranium wings now did help ease my fears a little. I turned my attention back to Sharon and Bucky, “Let’s split up and do a perimeter check. Front’s clear so I’ll take the back, you two take the sides.” “Wow,” Sharon smirked, “Give you a suit and suddenly you’re Miss Take Charge.” I shot her smirk right back at her as she headed down her side of the building while Bucky and I went around the other way. “Somethin’ changed while I was gone,” he observed as we walked. “You made amends,” I replied, flashing back to my visit to the graveyard, “I made peace.” I expelled energy from my fingertips to float above him and fly to the back of the building, not a soul in sight.

“Y/n, Sharon, Bucky, what’s going on on your end?” Sam asked.

“Nothing, all quiet,” Bucky answered. “Same here,” I said, taking another look around me to be sure,

“No one’s moving toward the building,” Sharon added.

“Karli’s not coming in. She’s trying to force everybody out,” Sam said, “It’s a misdirect, we gotta keep everybody inside.”

I levitated once again and headed to the front of the building, finding Bucky and Sharon waiting for me. Once I landed, we entered through the glass doors. “You guys are gonna have to do something,” Sam panted through the comm, “Don’t let ‘em out of the building.”

We passed through the building’s metal detectors one by one with no issue, till the alarm sounded off on Sharon. “Oops,” she muttered unconvincingly. “Here’s one of them,” Bucky said, gesturing towards a man in a security uniform, a Flag Smasher, “We’ll get the evac.” Bucky and I winded around the halls but didn’t get far before a woman came walking towards us with a phone extended out in her palm, “Mr. Barnes, Miss. Y/l/n, it’s Karli.” How she knew my name baffled me, Bucky reached for the phone regardless and took note of the orange handprint projected on the screen. He placed the call on speaker, “Karli?”

“Aren’t you two tired of fighting for the wrong side?” the young girl asked.

Bucky scoffed as we stepped down a staircase, “I’ve done this before, kid. I know how it ends.”

“It doesn’t matter if I don’t survive this,” she replied, “I’m fighting for something bigger than myself. With all the bodies you’ve collected, have you been able to say the same?”

“You don’t think I ever fought for something bigger than myself?” Bucky asked, “That’s all I ever tried to do. And I failed twice.” I tugged Bucky’s arm so the phone was in front of me, “Karli, all I’ve ever wanted was to use my powers for good. I respect the fight you’re fighting but this isn’t the way to win it.” “Believe me, I know all about your father’s crimes,” she spoke back, “I looked you up after meeting you in Riga, and trust me, the side you’re on is no better than the one your dad was one.” My heart clenched at her words, I knew that she was a black and white person who only dealt in absolutes, but it didn’t mean hearing it didn’t hurt. “If you wanted to do any real good, you’d have joined us,” Karli continued, “You’d have needed to get your hands dirty, but you’d have made an actual difference.” “You think your cause justifies all this death,” Bucky stepped in and took the wheel, “But in the end, the nightmares won’t go away. You’re gonna remember all the ones you killed. Trust me. Don’t do this. Don’t go down this path.”

There was a hopeful pause over the line, followed by a disappointing response. “If that’s how the both of you feel, you should sit this one out.” I glanced over at Bucky, sharing the same tired, yet determined look I was displaying. “That’s not gonna happen.” “Well, thank you,” Karlie replied, “I’m glad you took my call, you’ve been a big help.” She hung up then, the realization hitting me immediately as to why she’d called us. “The evac,” I breathed, “It was a deterrence.”

“Damn it,” Bucky growled with a clenched jaw, “Come on!”

We raced through across the floor of the building, making for the winding staircase lit up with flashing emergency lights that would lead us to the parking lot. Since we were the only two fleeing the building that particular way, it was a safe bet to make that the hostages had already been evacuated. Once we were in the parking lot, Bucky took the lead and led me to a parked row of motorcycles, quickly hot-wiring one.

“Seriously, guys, you had one job,” Sharon popped out from behind a pillar to critique us.

“You worry about your guy,” Bucky grumbled as he swung his leg over to straddle the vehicle, I promptly did the same, “Good?” Locking my arms around his torso and scooching forward so my Vibranium chest was pressed against his back, I nodded. “Good.” Bucky floored the gas pedal and we rode off with an echoing screech, finding our way through the garage’s exit. A blockade of soldiers yelled at us as we quickly approached them, shooting through the gap between barriers and whipping around the street corner. On any other occasion I’d have enjoyed clinging tight to Bucky’s body as we rode through the cool New York evening air. Sadly, there was no time to savor the moment.

“That’s one down,” Sharon’s voice came through my comm. “How’d you manage that?” Sam joined in. “Mercury vapor, amongst other things.” Bucky made a sharp turn down one of the streets causing me to clutch his middle tighter, “Any idea where they’ll be headed?” “I thought you were the one in charge,” Bucky retorted over the engine’s noise. “You better speed things up, Sam,” Sharon said, “The chopper’s about to take off.” “Bucky, Y/n,” Sam called, grunts following directly after. Bucky halted at a light, determining the rest of our course. “I don’t fly, man, that’s your guys’ thing.” He revved the bike and turned down a different street.

I pressed a hand to my ear, “Meet you there.” Placing a reassuring hand on Bucky’s shoulder, I levitated off the motorcycle and watched him continue on his path while I turned in the opposite direction and headed back through the city. From across the way, I could see the silhouette of Sam’s wings as he jumped off of the building after the helicopter. The chopper had taken a nose dive and was headed for the street, pulling up just before it hit the overpass. I quickened the speed in which I was flying over the bay, catching up to Sam soon enough. He flew lower than me, his new wings dipping into the waters before he shot back up.

“Plan?” I called into the comms as I kept close to the rear of the chopper. “We gotta take out the pilot,” Sam answered, “Take the left side.” I flew to my designated spot and reached out a hand to grasp onto one of the bars of the plane. Reabsorbing my energy, I put full faith in my grip as I dangled off of the helicopter in mid flight. I poked my head out to the window on the pilot’s side only to be given a front row seat to his attempt to kill Sam, firing a machine gun till my brother was forced to pull back and off the chopper. The pilot whipped his head around to lay eyes on me, aiming his gun. Lightning fast, I let go of the bar and narrowly escaped the shots fired, throwing my hands out and expelling energy to resume my flight. Sam wasn’t far behind, we took off in tandem with one another with him sending Redwing ahead to see if any of the hostages had flight training. As the chopper plunged towards the water, we moved in synch with it, just a few hundred feet behind in a dance of sorts. In the distance, I could barely make out the shape of an almost identical vehicle headed towards the one we were tailing, this one bearing the logo of the NYPD. Our chopper rammed itself into the front of the police copter, sending it spinning in a spiral of smoke and fire. If we didn’t get there in time, it would crash into one of the skyscrapers or worse. Sam and I changed course and made a beeline for it. “Get the co-pilot,” Sam yelled as he swerved to my left.

I flew up to the side window and shot an energy blast towards it, smashing the glass and startling the co-pilot. I then levitated him out of the chopper and flew the two of us down to the bridge below us, Sam was right behind me with the pilot. The plane was losing altitude fast and was headed straight for our rescue party. Before I could even think to build a force field, Sam shoved me and the pilots down and shielded us with his wings. I felt the Vibranium shake as the plane bounced off of us and over the edge of the bridge. Sam retracted his wings and the two of us rose to our full heights, him in all his red, white and blue glory.

“Go, I got this,” he instructed, taking off into the skies before I could put up a fight.

I levitated high above the bridge to get a birds eye view of the city, “Bucky, where are you?”

“42nd Street, heading west,” he answered

“I’m a tourist, those words mean nothing to me.”

“I’m passing a building with white and red lights,” he modified his answer. My eyes searched for the building he was talking about, spotting it quickly and taking off toward it. I looked below me to see two humvees and multiple bodies running around them. “Found them, they’re trying to build a-“ “I see ‘em, coming in hot,” Bucky interrupted, I could see his motorcycle speeding down the street and toward the barricade the Flag Smashers had arranged. Taking a leap, or rather a fall of faith, I absorbed my energy and free fell, throwing my hands out and releasing it just before my feet hit the ground. Bucky wasn’t far behind, leaping off his motorcycle and diving forward to tackle one of the Flag Smashers. The man jumped to his feet and Bucky engaged him in combat, the two exchanging punches with Bucky having more favor. In a split second of separation between the two I shot a blast of energy at the man that sent him flying backwards into the side of a truck, creating a super soldier shaped dent in the car. A sudden explosion sounded off nearby, I turned to see that one of the humvees had been set ablaze. Bucky and I ran to the vehicle, I sent an energy blast towards the high tech lock that had been placed on the back doors. It did absolutely nothing.

“Hold on,” Bucky shouted to the screaming hostages as he used his Vibranium arm to pull on the door handle. Even he couldn’t get it open. “Help me!”

I focused all my energy on the lock, sending unsuccessful blast after unsuccessful blast. Letting out a frustrated cry, I backed away giving Bucky another chance to try. He began throwing a stream of relentless punches, his determination growing with each hit. Eventually he’d done enough damage that he switched to pulling at the door’s bar. The pain on his face as he pulled was heartbreaking, the tendons and muscles where his prosthetic met his flesh stretching to too great a length. Making one last ditch effort, I extended my energy towards the handle to help him in his efforts. Together, we strained and struggled until the lock finally broke and the doors opened. While Bucky kept his footing, I fell backwards doing a very ungraceful somersault and landed on my side. What I saw happening in front of me was almost too shocking to believe, and yet not at all.

John Walker was getting his ass kicked by the Flag Smashers.

With a replica of the iconic shield that was definitely not made of Vibranium and his suit, he was lying on the ground being pummeled by the super soldiers. With the vigor in which they were attacking him, I knew that the metal wouldn’t protect him forever. The man that I hated, who had tried to kill me, Sam and Bucky, who had shed innocent blood on Steve’s legacy…I could have let them kill him and I should have wanted to.

But even in my hatred, I couldn’t let a man die.

I rose to my feet and sent a stream of energy towards two of them, knocking them a few feet away from Walker. The third who I deduced to be Karli, came charging at me. I threw up a force field to act as a shield and met each one of her punches with the energy. She let out grunts of frustration, going for a roundhouse kick but giving me just enough time to drop the field and levitate her into the air. I held her there a second, watching her flail about trying to escape before tossing her several hundred feet away from us towards the end of the street. The two Flag Smashers that I’d knocked over came charging back toward me, it was time to test out just what the suit could do…

I focused my energy out through my elbow and hit one of them square in the jaw, the energy sending him rolling down the road far greater a distance that I’d have been able to cause without the Vibranium amplifying it. I turned around to the other one, dodging a quick punch before sending my energy down to my foot, landing a kick my attacker’s stomach that caused him to go airborne and land on top of one of the trucks. Unfortunately, the first guy didn’t stay down as long as I needed him to and came up from behind me and landed a kick to my back. I fell to the road with a groan, felt the burn of the asphalt as it shredded my cheek. I heard the man rip something metal followed by the sound of his thick boots coming my way, undoubtably he’d grabbed something to use as a weapon. As I rose to take another stand, I saw Bucky come running past me and turned to watch him knock the Flag Smasher over, the man dropping the toll meter he’d been holding as a bat over me. Bucky strode forward and they began fighting one another with punches and kicks while I looked around to see Karli welding the unattended meter. She swung it towards Bucky, his avoidance of the hit and my creation of a force field around him totally in synch. Karli took another swing at him and met resistance, unable to move the weapon as I froze it in place with my energy.

“You don’t have to do this,” I urged her.

With a yell she let go of the weapon and dove for me, being hit in the face with a chain that Bucky had picked up. Before I could stop it, the Flag Smasher who had originally intended to hit me with the toll meter landed a kick that sent Bucky flying backwards. His metal hand scraping the asphalt as he desperately tried to hold on before going over the edge of the nearby construction site. “BUCKY!” I cried as he screamed into the night air just before Karli kicked me down herself, and landed a punch to my abdomen. The Vibranium, while giving me protection, still allowed some of the blow to reach me and I was in just enough pain that I couldn’t go after the Flag Smasher that leapt down into the construction hole Bucky had landed in. I sent a blast of energy at Karli, throwing her back and allowing me the time to stand up and regain my footing. At the same time I rose, so did Walker, the two of us sharing eye contact that was oceans away from the last time we’d met on the battlefield. Separating once again, he turned to lift one of the Flag Smashers up by her throat while I landed a punch on one that was coming for me. The second van of hostages was brimming with horrified screams, both my and Walker’s attention being redirected to them. Karli, who stood a few feet away from us, made a run for the humvee and Walker and I chased after her. Walker braced himself with the shield and the two of them came face to face with one another. Giving another insignificant try, I sent a stream of energy towards the lock in an attempt to break it but couldn’t without Bucky’s brute strength. Behind me, I could hear the grunts and groans of Walker and Karli moving around as they fought one another. When the noises got too distant to still be close by, I knew I needed to go back Walker up.

I looked through the everything-proof glass window to the terrified faces of the senators. “We’ll get you out, I promise,” I yelled, taking off towards the fight.

Karli came running out from where they’d disappeared behind, I sent another blast her way that she dodged. She leapt into the air with a cry and raised a fist, I threw up a force field that she bounced off of and rolled to the ground. “This isn’t change, Karli,” I spoke up over the noise of the fire, “It’s murder.” The only response I got was another yell, Karli came charging towards me forcing me to throw up another shield to deflect her punches and kicks. I didn’t want to hurt her, I didn’t even want to fight her. It was different than with Walker where there was a mutual disliking of one another since almost the very beginning, she was just a kid looking to fight anyone who got in her way. Her cause was even something I agreed with, but I couldn’t stand by her taking innocent lives in the process.

Karli caught my exposed neck, gripping my neck tightly and holding me in the air. The bruises from Walker’s assault hadn’t fully healed and Karli was squeezing far tighter than he had. Thinking quickly, I swung my legs around to the back of her knees and forced my energy out of my feet as I slammed into her legs. The two of us fell in a heap, Karli on top of me with her grip loose enough on my throat that I could get out of it and flip her over. I pinned her hands to the asphalt on either side of her head using my energy, “You can stop all of this right now,” I urged over her furious cries, “Karli, please.”

Karli snarled at me before moving her knees to hit me in my back, throwing me off balance and giving her the perfect opportunity to launch me down the same hole Bucky had fallen down. I caught myself mid air and looked down to see Bucky and one of the Flag Smashers fighting with a metal beam, Bucky gaining the upper hand. I dropped to the ground and ran to him as he landed a final strike against the man, knocking him to the ground. As my hand reached out for his arm, there was a violent crash above us. We looked up to see that the humvee filled with the hostages had been driven off the road and was balancing on top of the construction. It teetered on the edge, ready to slip at any moment and finish Karli’s plan. I extended my energy to steady the vehicle, I wasn’t sure what made me think I could keep a couple thousand pound vehicle suspended in midair but the fact that I’d never used my powers like this didn’t matter. I had to try. As it rocked back and forth against my energy, I took a stance and dug my heels in the ground, sending up the steady streams I’d recently discovered I could produce. They curved around the front of the vehicle, protecting it from falling any further. The screams of terror from the hostages were my motivation to keep going, to do everything in my power that I could do save who I could.

After a few seconds of bearing my teeth and groaning in struggle, the load lessened slightly. I opened one of my eyes that had been squeezed shut in concentration to see Walker’s homemade shield near my feet, the decommissioned captain above me pulling the truck from the back. For once, we were working as a cohesive unit. Who would have thought…

All was short lived though as the second we were making progress on getting the humvee away from the edge, Karli and two other Flag Smashers jumped Walker and attacked him. Unable to hold them off, they toppled over and fell into the pit alongside Bucky and I. I cried out as the full weight of the humvee became mine to bear once again, fighting harder than ever to keep it from falling. Every muscle in my body clenched as I kept the streams flowing while also slowly rising off the ground, wondering if it was possible for my body to run out of energy with how much I was throwing into my stand. I had to save them, so long as I was able to fight, I wouldn’t allow any more innocent bloodshed. My hands shook, causing my streams to shake and I groaned as my body sent every signal that it couldn’t continue on.

As I started to falter, I felt something come up beside me and some of the heaviness was taken away. Looking to my left, Sam was in the air bracing the weight of the truck alongside me. I felt renewed with his help to rise with him as we used our combined strength to steadily raise the humvee back onto the beams of the construction site. Once it was secured, Sam and I both landed on either side of the truck and faced the crowd. I made the easy decision to fly back down into the pit, the moment belonged to Sam and no one else. Bucky was at my side at once, his hands on my arms and a careful set of eyes watching to make sure I was okay. I rested my forehead on his shoulder for a too brief second and nodded through my heavy breathing.

From in front of us, Karli launched a spear towards Bucky’s head that he easily got throwing it to the side as he stared her down. Sam’s shield came flying out of nowhere, hitting Karli and rebounding off of the other Flag Smasher before landing back on Sam’s wrist. Karli shed her mask, looking at him with disgust and shock. “You of all people bought into that bullshit?” she asked, examining his patriotic suit from a distance.

“I’m trying something different,” Sam answered, his voice steely, “Maybe you should do the same.”

A sudden explosion was set off, a grenade landing at our feet setting off smoke that blinded us. I quickly covered Sam, Walker, Bucky and myself in a large force field, as my eyes tried to make out Karli’s figure. “This way,” Sam directed, using the tech in his goggles to spot them. I dropped the shield and followed him, the only person I could make out semi-clearly in the haze. We ran down and through a nearby tunnel, weaving down underground hallways in search of the remainders of the group. “Hey Sharon,” Bucky said into his comm, “We’re underground. We entered the tunnel on William. Heading south.”

“Looks like they split up,” Sam announced, he pointed down a corridor, “Here.” Walker took off without a second thought, while Bucky paused in front of Sam and I. “I got it,” he pointed to my brother, brushing his fingers against mine before heading down the hall. Sam and I both watched them leave, my anxiety rising with each step Bucky took away from me. Shaking myself out of the spiral I knew I’d go down if I gave it any more thought, I followed Sam’s lead as we continued on our way. The sound of the Flag Smasher’s signature whistle echoed off the walls causing Sam and I to freeze, he determined where it may have come from and motioned for me to come forward.

“If something happens, you get the hell out of here, got it?” Sam whispered. “Nice try,” I replied, having flashbacks to the various times in the past week or so that we’d had conversations like this, “I’m not leaving you.” Suddenly, two shots were fired nearby. Sam and I bolted in the general direction that the sound had come from, fear flooding my body at the thought of Bucky being on the receiving end of one of the bullets. The worry caused me to run faster. We made it into a wider room, Karli standing in the middle with a gun aimed at a helpless Sharon, laying on the ground with a hand over her abdomen. I spotted the blood staining her shirt and threw a force field around her as Sam clipped his shield to his back. “Sam, stay back,” Karli warned, her eyes flicking to him briefly before landing back on Sharon.

“So, what’s next, huh?” Sam asked, taking careful steps toward her, “You kill ten this time, then, what, a hundred? Where does it end? Please,” he lowered his tone, “Let me help you.” “Don’t try and manipulate me,” Karli replied, looking between the blue barrier I shielded Sharon with and me. She twisted her body to aimed her gun at me, my resolve to protect Sharon stronger than protecting myself.

“Karli, don’t!” Sharon cried.

Sam dove forward and tackled the girl to the floor, somersaulting away from her as Karli raised a piece of cinderblock. She launched it at Sam who deflected the makeshift weapon with his shield. Karli swung at him and Sam jumped on top of a small staircase, his shield in front of him at all times. “I’m not gonna fight you!” he yelled, leaping off the stairs.

Karli continued her attack, Sam dug the tips of his wings into the concrete and met her fist with the shield. “Karli…” he urged just before she ripped the shield away and walked him backwards, Sam completing a series of jumps and flips. Karli grabbed a metal pipe and swung it at Sam, knocking him to the ground. “Stay down!” she growled.

Every instinct I had told me to go after the person who was endangering Sam’s life, anybody’s would be. But I knew that it was pointless to fight her, it was only giving her what she wanted. The serum enhanced people’s personalities, Karli had always been a fighter but now, she was looking to fight anything and anyone and would do it ruthlessly. I couldn’t buy into it.

I retracted the shield I’d built around Sharon and flew around Karli, placing myself between her and Sam. “Karli, the fight is over,” I breathed.

“No!” she shrieked, barely giving me enough time to throw up an energy shield before she threw a punch. Her fist bouncing off of it only angered her more and she began a relentless attack, banging her hands against the force field, taking swipes anywhere she could. I levitated over her head and landed a few feet away, luring her away from Sam. Karli was furious at the fact that she couldn’t touch me or get me to try and battle her. It didn’t take long for Sam to spring to his feet, throwing his shield out in between Karli and I. Karli focused her efforts on Sam then, punching the shield relentlessly as Sam walked her away from me. “Fight back!” she screamed in my brother’s face.

I extended my energy and pulled her away from Sam, throwing her a few feet away from us. Karli let out a battle cry and leapt forward, Sam and I coming side by side and holding up our respective shields. Karli’s fist rebounded off of my energy and spun around to hit Sam’s shield, he then grabbed her by the waist and turned on his thrusters, flying them across to room to slam Karli into a beam. “Stop it,” he ordered, gripping her by the lapels of her jacket. Karli replied by throwing him above her head into the ceiling, I used my energy to yank her away from Sam and in front of me.

“Listen to me, Karli,” I urged, earning a super-soldier shiner to my cheek, “We’re not your enemies.” Karli dropped me to the ground like I weighed nothing, the vibranium suit creating a dent in the flooring. I let out a groan at the shock and she ran off to deal with Sam. “Fight me!” she screamed as she clawed at the shield, “Fight back!” She flipped him over.

He fell.

The shield fell out of his reach.

Karli picked up the gun and aimed it at Sam.

He rose, accepting his fate.

Gathering the strength I had left, I got to my feet.

With trembling hands, knowing what I was about to do, I levitated and landed in front of Sam.

Karli’s face shifted, though I couldn’t read it as my emotions overwhelmed me.

A supercut ran through my mind.

Sam.

Sarah.

AJ and Cass.

Mel.

My mom.

My father.

A legacy rewritten.

Bucky.

Would he forgive me for what I was about to do? I hoped so.

“Go ahead,” I whispered, staring Karli down and blinking away the tears before she could see them, “Do it.” Karli’s face scrunched up as her finger prepared to pull the trigger when suddenly, three gunshots went off from nearby, hitting her. The gun fell to the ground and so did she. My eyes flew to where the bullets had come from, the sight of Sharon holding the smoking gun awaiting me. Sam dropped to his knees to cradle Karli’s head, the young girl staring up at him wide eyed and afraid. I knelt down on the other side of her, slipping her still warm hand into mine and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, staring up at Sam before looking to me. The only thought that ran through my mind was she’s just a girl, she’s just a girl…As I watched the tears well in her eyes before the life drained from them and they shut, the sudden innocence overwhelmed me. She was just a girl…

I didn’t let go of her hand even when it went limp, holding it to my heart as I wept over her. Sam cradled her cheek as we sat quietly, the only sounds were my soft sobs and Sharon’s labored breathing. I couldn’t face her right now, my feelings were too mixed about the way she had saved my life.

Eventually, once an undetermined amount of minutes had passed, Sam lifted Karli into his arms and the two of us rose to leave. When I turned to tell Sharon to come with us, she was already gone, probably having slipped out a back hallway. Sam carried Karli’s body the entire way out of the building, I hardly registered when we made it outside in the night air.

“I’ll clear the way for you,” I mumbled, extending my energy and shooting into the air, Sam not far behind me. The wind blowing against my dried my tears off of my cheeks as I flew toward the glow of ambulance lights outside the building we’d started the night at. There were crowds of news crews, there were the senators we’d saved and officers cleaning up the wreckage that had been left behind. They all noticed as I flew up, landing in the midst of it all and scanning the crowd for Bucky. Once I spotted him and Walker towards the very back near the ambulances, I ignored the reporters asking me questions as I weaved through the chaos. Bucky strode forward as I neared and wrapped me in his arms, I let go of the breath I’d been holding in my chest as soon as our bodies met. He was okay. My hands held the back of his neck as I dug my face into his shoulder. He tapped my waist and I turned to see Sam flying in, resembling the an angel with his outstretched wings as he landed. He carefully passed off Karli’s body to the paramedics who placed the girl on a stretcher, carrying her off to who knows where.

Sam walked towards the crowd, doing the same as me and ignoring the reporters flooding him with unimportant questions. He had flown in carrying the dead body of a kid and here they were, asking him if they should refer to him as Captain Falcon. He stopped in front of the senators who were busy thanking him for dealing with what I heard one refer to as ‘terrorists.’

“Are you still going forward with resetting the borders?” Sam asked.

They answered, and while I couldn’t hear their words, I could read Sam’s face well enough to know it wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

“You have to stop calling them terrorists…” “What else would we call them?” one of the senators asked. “Your peacekeeping troops carrying weapons are forcing millions of people into settlements around the word, right?” Sam continued, “What do you think those people are going to call you? These labels, terrorists, refugees, thug. They’re often used to get around the question ‘why.’

“Those settlements that happened five years ago, do you think it is fair for governments to have to support them?” another senator asked. “Yes,” Sam said plainly.

“And the people who reappeared only to find someone else living in their family home, they just end up homeless?” the bearded senator pushed back, “Look, I get it. But you have no idea how complicated this situation is.”

Just as he prepared to walk away, Sam spoke up. “You know what, you’re right, and that’s a good thing. We finally have a common struggle now. Think about that. For once, all the people who’ve been begging and, I mean, literally begging for you to feel how hard any given day is, now you know. How did it feel to be helpless? Now if you can remember what it was like to be helpless and face a force so powerful, it could erase half the planet. You would know that you were about to have the exact same impact. This isn’t about easy decisions. Senator.”

“You just don’t understand,” the senator replied, probably the most ignorant response I’d ever heard.

Sam scoffed, “I’m a black man, carrying the stars and strips. What don’t I understand? Every time I pick this thing up, I know there are millions of people out there who are going to hate me for it. Even now, here. I feel it. The stares, the judgment, and there’s nothing I can do to change it. Yet I’m still here. No super serum. No blonde hair or blue eyes. The only power I have is that I believe we can do better.”

Holding onto Bucky a little tighter, the tears that I shed had morphed to those of joy. There my brother stood, in front of the government and the entire country saying what we all needed to hear. He spoke without reserve, unapologetic in his stance, and I had never been prouder of him.

“We can’t demand that people step up if we don’t meet them halfway,” Sam’s voice rose with passion, “Look, you control the banks. Shit, You can move borders. You can knock down a forest with an email. You can feed a million people with a phone call. But the question is, who’s in the room with you when you’re making those decisions? Hmm? Is it the people you’re gonna impact? Or is it just more people like you?” he paused, collecting himself before gesturing to where Karli’s body lay in the ambulance, “I mean, this girl died trying to stop you. And no one has stopped for one second to ask why. You’ve got to do better, Senator, you’ve got to step up because if you don’t, the next Karli will. And you don’t want to see 2.0. People believed in her cause so much that they helped her defy the strongest governments in the world. Why do you think that is? Look, you people have just as much power as an insane god,” Sam’s voice broke for only a second, “Or a misguided teenager. The question you have to ask yourself is how are you going to use it?”

With that, he walked away from the crowd that had been watching him so intently and made his way towards us. He stopped in front of Walker, the two of them sharing a look before nodding to one another, a non-verbal truce being declared. Walker also turned to me, in the end he had stepped up and done the right thing, but I knew that the two of us would never be on good terms. I’d never forget his tightening grip around my throat, nor would he forget that I wasn’t afraid of him and would tear him apart if he ever tried anything like he had in the warehouse again. But I had saved the guy’s life and because of that, his stare softened for only a second as he nodded his thanks to me. I watched as he disappeared into the crowd, off to whatever his next mission may be…

“Sorry, I was, uh, I was texting and so, all I heard was, um, “a black guy in stars and stripes,” Bucky broke the tension of the moment as Sam approached us.

The three of us shared a chuckle before Sam and I locked eyes, not having spoken a word yet about what had happened underground. I threw my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my shoulders, sharing probably the best hug we’d ever had. Our shared goal of keeping one another alive had been achieved. “Love you,” I whispered in his ear. “Love you too,” he replied, a hint of emotion choking him up. He squeezed a little tighter before releasing me, the three of us walking off together.

“Nice job, Cap,” Bucky said, patting Sam’s back that displayed the shield before sliding his hand back around my waist. A few feet away, hidden behind one of the ambulances and leaned up against the car was a familiar blonde figure.

“Sharon?” Sam called.

“Blocking my light,” she retorted, holding a gauze pad to the gunshot wound on her abdomen. “We need to get you to a hospital,” I strode forward, examining her injury as best I could.

“She’s not gonna listen,” Bucky grumbled as he looked over his shoulder to make sure nobody was following us. Sharon panted as she shrugged, “Hey, it’s not the worst thing that’s happened to me all week.”

“Told you…” Bucky said at my side. “Yeah, I don’t care,” I shook my head, “We’re take care of this.” “Uh, Cap?” an interruption came, the senator that had been on the receiving end of most of Sam’s impassioned speech. “I think he’s talking to you,” Sharon said before turning to both Sam and I, “Look, I’m sorry for how things ended down there. For what it’s worth,” she looked Sam up and down and genuinely smiled, “Suit looks good on you.”

Sam chuckled, “Thanks.”

Bucky nodded along, humoring the conversation for as long as he could. “All right, look, can we get out of here, please?” he asked, placing a hand on Sharon’s back to urge her forward. Giving up, she allowed him to lead her away.

“I didn’t forget my promise,” Sam called to Sharon, referring to the pardon I hoped he could secure for her.

I turned to my brother, “Meet you back home?”

He gave a long sigh, his eyes flitting between Bucky’s departing figure and me, “Why don’t you stay here a couple days?” I knew what he was offering and how hard it was for him to say the words, he was trying to give me time with Bucky. I did my best to conceal my smile, “Are you sure?” “You risked your life all week, you almost died trying to protect us,” he stated with a scoff, “I think you deserve a little time off. Now go,” he looked back to Bucky and scrunched his face up a little, “Before I change my mind.” Unable to hide my grin any longer, I reached out and clasped hands with him, bringing each other in for another hug. “Go get ‘em, Cap.”

The two of us let each other go, off to tend to our business before eventually reuniting back in the house we’d grown up in. It was crazy to think that I owed almost every great thing in my life to the boy who’d sat next to the lonely girl in first grade. Now here we were, dressed in Vibranium off saving the world, or at least doing what we could to make it a better one.

——

“Superhero, nurse…you’re full of surprises, Y/l/n,” Sharon commented before sucking in a sharp breath as I placed another suture.

I laughed softly, concentrating on my work, “I took a first aid class a couple years ago. When you’re living with two boys, trust me, it comes in handy a little too often. But I’ve never had to remove a bullet.” We were seated on the floor of Bucky’s Brooklyn apartment with me tending to Sharon’s wound using his first aid kit. Bucky was waiting in his bedroom to give us privacy, Sharon had her shirt pulled up and her pants unbuttoned to give me full access to her stomach. I’d had to place sutures once when Sarah had accidentally sliced her finger open with a knife, pulling out a lodged bullet was entirely new to me.

“I saw you tonight, with the truck,” she said as she watched me work, “You did good.”

I supposed now that I had shown my powers to the world, I’d have to get used to people paying me compliments but for now, I still didn’t know how to take them. “So are you gonna stick with it? The hero thing?” Sharon asked.

I tied another suture, closing the sterilized hole in her abdomen. “I think so. Captain America needs a right hand man, why not have it be his sister?” Sharon hummed in agreement, a beat of silence passing. “You don’t think you’ll strike out on your own? You seem a little too independent to follow orders.” “Yeah, well,” I started working on the last stitch, “Sam and I work better together than I would with anyone else. Maybe one day I’ll do my own thing but for now, I’m fine where I’m at.” “Well, I guess you’re finally in a position to do all that good you said you wanted to,” she sighed, “Just don’t forget to keep your eyes open, opportunity’s everywhere.” “Alright, Miss Madripoor,” I chuckled, sterilizing the wound one more time with an alcohol wipe, “Your hustler side is showing.”

Sharon shrugged and gave a little smirk, “All I’m saying is there’s a lot of ways to effect change, but I’m sure you’ll find that out.” Storing her advice away in my head for a later time, I placed a gauze pad on her abdomen and secured it. “Alright, you should be good. Just promise me that you’ll actually get checked by an actual doctor or whatever you have in High Town?” “Sure thing, Doc,” she replied with a smile as she adjusted her clothes again and rose to her feet, “You’re good, Barnes!” Bucky stepped back out into the room, peering around the corner carefully before entering fully. Despite the fact that he was in his own apartment, he still hadn’t changed out of what he’d worn to the fight. “What happens now?” I asked, looking to Sharon, “Hotel? Hidden apartment in some dodgy part of the city?” Sharon chortled at my suggestions, “I’ve got a plane waiting to take me back to Madripoor. The longer I stay here, the more of a chance they’ll find me,” she gave a small smile, “It was good seeing you guys again.” “It won’t be the last,” I confirmed, placing a hand on her shoulder, “Sam’ll get that pardon, you’ll be back before you know it.” “That’d be nice,” she sighed longingly, clearly thinking about all the freedom that would come with coming back home. Coming back to the conversation, she patted my arm and regained her full voice, “But until then, keep them in check. God knows they need it.” “The hell does that mean?” Bucky grumbled from his position outside his bedroom, leaving Sharon and I to share a laugh before she walked to the front door. “I’ll do my best, and hey, thank you for what you did for me...” I called out just before she shot us one last knowing smile and left, the door shutting behind her. While I wanted to worry about her walking the streets of New York and possibly getting caught, I’d seen enough of her in action to know that she could handle whatever came her way.

Bucky slowly made his way to the door, locking it and turning around to face me. It was the first time of the night we’d been completely alone. Our eyes met, tired and traumatized but still alert and seeking one another out. Bucky crossed the room in a few long strides, taking his time in approaching me as if he was savoring the moment. I reached out once he was close enough and interlocked my hand with his, tugging him close to me. He dragged two featherlight fingers over the nasty bruise that Karli had given me, his brow furrowing as he examined the side of my face. I ran my thumb over the long red bruise across the side of his forehead, the pressure increasing when he leaned into my touch.

The night could have ended so differently. If Karli had pulled the trigger, if Bucky hadn’t fought on such high alert, we could have ended in tragedy. Such thoughts were better buried away and not thought of, but I couldn’t help it. Lucky, blessed, whatever word you wanted to use…we were it. With no battles on the horizon to fight, we could focus on figuring out just what spark there was between us.

No words needed to be spoken, not for now at least. Tonight, all I needed was to hold Bucky in my arms and remember that despite every odd and every trouble thrown our way, we were alive. And as he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine in a tender but still passionate kiss, I had never felt more alive.

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A/N: Oh, but we’re not done yet...We still have some time off and a cookout to attend 😉 I really can’t thank you all enough for sticking with this series the past few weeks, it means the world to me that I’ve been able to bring a little joy to people’s days. Let me know what you thought and if you’d like to be tagged for the LAST CHAPTER.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 were the first duo unit that was formed by MMG Agency in 2016. They were suppose to be a secret investigation unit in the agency but MMG decided to reveal all of the agencies units - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 (the second unit of MMG Agency - a 7 member group that provides security for VIPs or companies personnel) and 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐌 (a 9 member group that specialized to handle cases and missions internationally) publicly, and the 3 units’ information were being published on the official website of the agency.

𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 → 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 → 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔 - 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 → 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕

𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗦 → 𝐀𝐇𝐍 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐄, 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍

⬐ 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛

𝑨𝑯𝑵 𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑪𝒀 [2013 - 2015]

→ 𝑨𝑯𝑵 𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑪𝒀 is owned by Ahn Eunjae’s father. The duo signed with 𝑨𝑯𝑵 𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑪𝒀 at the age of 19. The duo decided not to renew their contract after 2 years and 𝑨𝑯𝑵 𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑪𝒀 respected their decision as they left the agency with no issues.

𝐘𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 [2018 - 2019]

→ 𝐘𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 personally contacted 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒, pleading them to investigate the scandals. Within a few months, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 had found the culprit but they weren’t so confident about whom they suspected as the duo had to discussed with MMG Agency in result they had to call the higher authority regarding the issue. MMG Agency confirms that Yang Hyun Suk was involve in drug scandal. A month later, MMG Agency decided to remove 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 from investigating further, afraid that it would ruin the duo’s reputation. A few weeks later, Yang Hyun Suk was rumored to involve in a sex scandal.

⬐ 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗦

𝐌𝐌𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 [2017 - present]

→ The duo was being told about 𝐌𝐌𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 by 2 members of 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒. With their certificates and degree, the duo immediately welcomed with open arms into the agency. In about a less a month, the duo was already given tasks by the company and since then, they were given a name which is 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 and they were being called by multiple agencies for assistance and cases to be resolve.

𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐆 & 𝐇𝟏𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 [2017 - present]

→ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 has helped 𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐆 investigating a case that they were being accused of selling and consuming drugs in one of the CEO of 𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐆 & 𝐇𝟏𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂, Jay Park’s club. In a span of a month, the duo successfully find the culprit. After the official statement release of Jay Park proven innocent, an article was released confirming that the duo girls has signed a contract with both 𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐆 & 𝐇𝟏𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 as staffs working in the companies.

⬐ 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

→ The duo signed a contract with 𝑨𝑯𝑵 𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑪𝒀 in California. They decided not to renew their contract after 2 years.

→ The group name was given by the leader of 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒, Jung Ahrin.

→ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 trained less than a month.

→ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 attended a police academy in Japan, Tokyo.

⬐ 𝗜𝗗𝗢𝗟𝗦/𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

“I’ve met them at a party which Jay hyung invited me with Christian. At first I thought they were closed-off as I heard that they were actually very strict and they don’t hang out with guys. Oh, I was wrong! I feel so sorry for judging them without getting to know them first. In just 4 hours, I get to know 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒. They are sweet, positive and helpful girls. Thanks to them, I get to reach out to their agency. I’m close to both of the girls and we would sometime hang out!” - DPR LIVE

“To be honest, I have seen them in the gym where I would always go. I would see them with Jay hyung and I would sometimes see them without any of the AOMG artists. From far, they look shy and quiet girls but my impression of them quickly changes when one day - I was the the gym and coincidentally, they were there too. I was doing my own thing and they were doing their own thing when suddenly, 2 guys came to them and I knew what the guys were doing. They were flirting with the 2 girls. I was about to go to them but what made me shook was the 2 girls just carried their own belongings and left, leaving the 2 guys speechless. Since then, I was scared to even talk to them but it was thanks to Jay hyung that I could make conversation with them, and unexpectedly we vibe with each other that we would hang out, together with Dabin of course.” - DPR IAN

“I didn’t expect them to be my closest dongsaengs. Out of all the staffs in AOMG - except for my manager, I am very close with these 2 girls. We could relate with each other and we could vibe with each other too! I can’t lie that they were quite charismatic at first especially Eunjae, but that image would be gone as soon as you get to know them better. They are the first person I would call if I’m in trouble. I have never tell this to anyone but there was once that I had a performance in a club with Simon Dominic and Ugly Duck and we were somehow being followed by sasaeng fans. We didn’t know who called 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 but they suddenly showed up and save us. They are like AOMG’s guardian angels.” - Hoody

“I met 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 in one of YG Entertainment’s practice room. At first, I thought they were fighting with each other as I see them wrestling with each other on the floor. But then I realize they were actually practicing hand to hand combat after seeing a familiar professional trainer standing at the side. I use to train with him. It was thanks to the trainer hyung that I was being introduced to the noonas. I actually heard about 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 but I’m only familiar with Hayeon noona since her older brother is working as a model in Los Angeles. He is quite famous among the modeling industry. The models in YG Entertainment were aware of both Hayeon noona and her siblings. In fact, her younger siblings are models in YG Entertainment and I’m close to them! I was actually intimidated by Eunjae noona but thanks to Hayeon noona, I befriended Eunjae noona. The noonas are actually friendly despite their fierce image. They are pretty too!” - Kwon Hyunbin

“I met 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 dongsaengs in the club. Even before I personally met them, I already heard 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 from my own peers. My first impression of the 2 girls were they look intimidating. Under the flashing and dim lights, I never catch them smiling despite being by Jay hyung and the other AOMG and H1GHER Music’s artists side. I thought they didn’t like to mix with people but my perspective changes after Jay hyung introduced me to them. I was shock to see them smiling at me as they took the initiative to shake hands with me. After exchanging conversations, I was being told by the 2 girls that they didn’t come to the club to party. They were on duty since at that point of time, it was the aftermath of the accusation of Jay hyung’s scandal. All of Jay hyung’s friends know that he and AOMG and H1GHER Music artists are protective of 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 since they save Jay hyungs label and I heard that the girls helped Jay hyung in terms of his labels.” - DEAN

⬐ 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗦

▻ 𝐀𝐇𝐍 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐄

▻ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍

#the blossom angels #MMG agency #h1gher music #aomg #jay park #sik-k #aomg scenarios #aomg imagines #h1gher music imagines #h1gher music scenarios #jay park scenarios #jay park imagines #jay park's love interest #sik-k's love interest #khh scenarios #khh imagines #khh

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 were the first duo unit that was formed by MMG Agency in 2016. They were suppose to be a secret investigation unit in the agency but MMG Agency decided to reveal all of the agencies units - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 ( - a 7 member group that provides security for VIPs or companies personnel) and 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐌 (- a 9 member group that specialized to handle cases and missions internationally) publicly, and the 3 units’ information were being published on the official website of the agency.

𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘 → 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 → 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔 - 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝗣𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 → 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟕

𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗦 → 𝐀𝐇𝐍 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐄, 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍

⬐ 𝗣𝗔𝗦𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛

𝑨𝑯𝑵 𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑪𝒀 [2013 - 2015]

𝐘𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 [2018 - 2019]

⬐ 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗔𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗘𝗦

𝐌𝐌𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐘 [2017 - present]

𝐀𝐎𝐌𝐆 & 𝐇𝟏𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 [2017 - present]

⬐ 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗗𝗘𝗧𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗦 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒

→ The duo signed a contract with 𝑨𝑯𝑵 𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑪𝒀 in California. They decided not to renew their contract after 2 years.

→ The group name was given by the leader of 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒, Jung Ahrin.

→ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 trained less than a month.

→ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 attended a police academy in Japan, Tokyo.

“I didn’t expect them to be my closest dongsaengs. Out of all the staffs in AOMG - except for my manager, I am very close with these 2 girls. We could relate with each other and we could vibe with each other too! I can’t lie that they were quite charismatic at first especially Eunjae, but that image would be gone as soon as you get to know them better. They are the first person I would call if I’m in trouble. I have never tell this to anyone but there was once that I had a performance in a club with Simon Dominic and Ugly Duck and we were somehow being followed by sasaeng fans. We didn’t know who called𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒 but they suddenly showed up and save us. They are like AOMG’s guardian angels.” Hoody

▻ 𝐀𝐇𝐍 𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐉𝐀𝐄

▻ 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍

#the blossom angels #aomg scenarios #h1gher music scenarios #aomg #h1gher music #profile

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Thief!Seungcheol ||

Notes: part two! Hope you enjoy. Requests are open! Also Mina and mark were my fav in this, they were was fun to write. Happy birthday Seungcheol!

tw: past child abuse, past non descriptive rape

•you were officially on the run with a the Choi siblings •after you had taken them from the house, you decided that the best place to hide out was on the street •"cheol? Why can’t I go to school?“ •Seungcheol’s little sister Mina kept asking •"you will, we just have to hide for a while. Okay?” •with a nod from her, you continued to tell seungcheol how to pickpocket •after all, you needed money for your plan to work •"what’s your plan y/n? I can’t steal things.“ •for as much as he babbled, he had quick fingers and was able to take as much as he needed •which was quite a lot, after all you needed to go to a different state •which meant airplane rides, and money for a fake passport for them •Mina was also a natural, you and her would stay on the corners and beg for money, hiding parts of her face just in case •after all everyone thought that she and seungcheol were missing kids •but tomorrow you’d be able to get in the plane, your plan would be in action •just had to stay out of trouble until then, it shouldn’t be that hard •right? • •apparently trouble is your middle name! •because oh boy, how are you gonna get yourself out of this •Mina wanted to pickpocket someone, and seungcheol told her no •but she did it anyway •the woman saw her, and called the police •the police caught her, and now she’s at the station, and your plane leaves in two hours! •what a mess •"how are we going to get her? This is my fault, we’re going to have to go to mother, oh god we’re going to die” •seungcheol rambled, pacing in front of the station, where yo had dragged him •"dude, shut up.“ •you said, watching the officers and Mina through the window •"what if they hurt her?” •"they’re cops cheol, she didn’t get hurt on the street, she’s good.“ •you said, not even looking at him, continuing to watch Mina •she was sitting on a chair, near and officer who was sitting at his desk •he got up, and went to the bathroom, leaving Mina alone •"let’s go! Come in seungcheol” •running to the front of the station, you opened the door, and whistled •getting Mina’s attention, she stood up and ran •for the second time this week, you were on the run •but this time you had a plan •getting a taxi, you told the driver to take you to bring you to the airport •inside of the taxi, you heard the drivers phone ring, an amber alert maybe? •taking a face mask out of your pocket, you gave it to Mina •your face and cheol’s was already covered •when you got to the airport you paid the driver and grabbed the siblings hands •taking them inside, you found the man you’d pay to give you passports and sneak you guys on the plane •taking quick steps, the three of you followed the man in the security uniform •within five minutes, you guys were buckled in a plane with a bunch of other kids •blending in perfectly, you guys were in your way to Hawaii •not for relaxation though, that could come later •"I think I’m afraid of heights cheollie.“ •Mina whined holding her brothers sleeve, tears in her eyes •"it’s okay, I’ll protect you and y/n.” •he said looking at Mina, glancing at you quickly and grabbing your hand as he comforted mina •and you guys were in the air •seungcheol had to managed to calm down Mina, and she was now sleeping •leaning your head on seungcheol’s shoulder, you felt your eyes flutter close •"I promise I’ll protect you.“ • •once you landed in Hawaii, a stewardess woke the three of you up •you guys got ushered off the plane, the next step was to get to a phone so you could call someone •yep, that’s what your plan was, to get to Hawaii, call a kid that you knew in foster care who had been place with a duo of lawyers for parents •"hey mark, I’m in Hawaii, would your dad be able to pick us up?” •an agreement came from the boy and you guys were going to be okay •"cheol, you still have the recordings right?“ •you asked the black haired teen who was now carrying his sister •he nodded, and motioned to his pocket •a car drove up, mark inside so it let you know that this wasn’t a kidnapping •getting inside the car first, Mina going in the middle, seungcheol behind mark •"you’re on the news, did you know that y/n?” •Nodding, you shrugged •"not the first time I’ve been wanted by the police.“ •marks dad was talking to seungcheol as he drove, letting you cuddle into Mina as you enjoyed the drive • •when you pulled into their driveway, mark sent you a look •"I won’t take anything.” •you said, rolling your eyes at the blonde male •opening your door, you slid out, picking Mina up, continuing your cuddle session •she nuzzled her head into your neck, her dirty face rubbing on your already filthy black hoodie •when you stepped inside of the house, you were painfully aware of how pristine everything was •"you kids look like you’ve been to hell and back.“ •Mark’s mom said, wiping her hands on her blue apron •"I’d say they have, I on the other hand took a walk in the park.” •she smiled, but it was a sad smile, knowing that you had lived on the streets for most of your childhood •"can seungcheol and Mina go shower?“ •you asked, wanting her pitying look to go away •"of course!” •she led them to the bathroom, leaving you in the living room with mark and his dad •slipping off your shoes, you were left in grayish socks that were no longer the white they were intended to be •"mark, go to the closet and get some extra clothes please.“ •that was the signal that Mark’s dad wanted to talk to you •alone •mark nodded and sent you a look, different than the one he sent it the car •he was telling you good luck •flashing him a small smile, you faced his dad •"y/n, do you know how serious this is? You’re lucky that seungcheol had evidence otherwise you could’ve been in prison.” •he said, shaking his head as he sighed •"yeah, I know but what was I supposed to do? Leave them? Besides it wouldn’t have been the first time.“ •sending him a glare at the end of your sentence, after all it had been him who sentenced you to juvie all those years ago •"that was in the past, it was for your own good.” •rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms •yeah, you needed him for your plan to work but you didn’t need to be buddies with him •"yeah, yeah. Excuses, are you gonna help or not?“ •running a hand through his receding hair, he sighed •"we’ll help, only if you get help too y/n.” •Mark’s mom said, holding Mina’s hand, who was now dressed in a blue dress •"y/n, I look like Cinderella!“ •she said galloping over to you, plopping herself on the couch •she asked you to come sit next to her, so you could braid her hair, because seungcheol’s braids were always loose •"of course silly! Wouldn’t want Cinderella to have crazy hair, would we?” •sitting stiffly on the couch, you moved her so she was on your lap, you began to braid •"I agree, help them and you guys can try to fix what you did to me.“ •you said, not looking at Mark’s parents as you braided Mina’s silky black hair •you could tell that they wanted to argue, but seungcheol walked into the room •"look cheol! I’m Cinderella!” •the smile on his face let you know, no matter what the adults said, you did the right thing •"where did Mina go? Cinderella do you know?“ •seungcheol joked around, sitting next to you on the couch •his hand gravitated towards yours, almost instantly intertwining your hands •"y/n, mark brought clothes for you.” •smiling at seungcheol, you pressed your lips to Mina’s head and walked to the bathroom •mark was sitting on the sink, a towel and some clothes on his lap •"I thought you would want long sleeved. So I brought my clothes.“ •nodding, you closed the door behind you •"thanks dude, but what do you really want?” •you asked, already taking off your clothes •"do you still get nightmares? I have them but I feel like I shouldn’t, it’s been so long.“ •he said, passing you the towel and moving to the sink so you could wet the towel •scrubbing the dirt of as best as you could, you took a second to think •"we lived on the street for years, we had to do things we aren’t proud of. They won’t ever go away, maybe they won’t happen as much, but they’ll lurk.” •once you were pleased with your red rubbed skin, you put the towel to dry •"but…will I be capable of loving someone? I’m terrified that I’ll open my eyes only for a two hundred pound man to be on me.“ •he spoke quickly, snapping a band on his wrist •getting dressed in the clothes that he had passed, you bent down like you had when you comforted Mina •"you don’t have to do anything, we’re our own people now. We’re safe, you’re safe.” •looking into his brown eyes, you let him look trough yours, to see if you were lying •satisfied with what he saw, he stood up from the toilet •grabbing your hand he smiled, this one reaching his eyes •"let’s go back to lover boy and Cinderella.“ •squeezing his hand, you opened the door and walked back to the living room where Mina had fallen asleep on seungcheol •but Mark’s parents were staring at the black haired teen, their jaws on the floor •"y/n? Seungcheol is saying that you didn’t kidnap them. That you heard their mom yelling and hitting them, is this true?” •looking at Seungcheol, his brown eyes were warm, yet they were defiant •"yeah, I was walking home, it’s a short cut.“ •sitting down next to him, you laid your head on his shoulder, letting marks parents continue to question Seungcheol •they told him what they would be going through, what would happen to their mom, they would be placed with a willing family member •this was all things that you could repeat off the top of your head •but this time you’d go through it with Mina and seungcheol •your face the wicked woman that was their mother, when she would accuse you seungcheol would bring up that her position wasn’t the place to be making accusations •that you were a Good Samaritan who just didn’t go through the steps the right way •that Mina felt a better bond with you than the woman who gave birth to her •with Mina and seungcheol, you could face anything together

#Seventeen #seventeen au #seventeen scenarios #kpop au #kpop scenarios #koreabooeauty #Choi Seungcheol #mark lee

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A Fool Thinks Herself to be Wise (SuperHero/Villain AU)

A Fool Thinks Herself to be Wise Pairing: Clexa Rating: Children Shouldn’t Read Alone (T)

Note: So here’s another Cacoethes oneshot. Turns out I had this finished and I just forgot... Either way, now y’all get to read something from Lexa’s point of view.

First fic to this series is here

She was an idiot.

Her fists pounded on the bag, but the burn of her muscles and the bruises forming on her knuckles didn’t seem like enough punishment for her stupidity.

She’d been doing so well.

Almost seven years as Heda, and she hadn’t slipped once. She’d taken down villain after villain, put multiple criminals behind bars. Yet after the arrival of that enraging girl Wanheda, everything had gone down hill.

She’d slipped on their first meeting. She’d been tired, out of focus. The anniversary of her mother's death had been soon, Costia had said they needed a break, work had been hounding her ass despite her father's efforts to redirect their attention. It had been an off day, which had let one of Arkdia City’s most dangerous criminals get away, and it made her so angry with herself.

She hit harder, adding in kicks and spins, the heavy bag rattling dangerously on it’s hooks.

The next time they’d crossed paths, she’d been so eager to fix her mistake. Eager and reckless to the point that Aden had commented, and when Natblida, the sidekick literally known in the papers as being reckless, says she’d gone too far, then she knew she needed to take a step back. Her emotions were high, she was stressed. She needed to think everything through.

Breathing hard, she steadied the bag, leaning her forehead against the cool canvas, eyes sliding closed. She stayed like that for a long while, letting the rhythmic sound of the air conditioning fans sooth her. She ignored the sounds of footsteps coming closer, down the steps from the upper levels, instead focusing on her still pounding heart.

“Hey, Lex.”

She hummed in response, signalling that she was listening.

“We found some- why is it so dark in here?”

She sighed, blinking open her eyes to take in the sight of Anya, fully suited up as Gona, but with her cowl down, squinting into the dim room.

“Even though it’s been this way since I was born, I feel like you keep forgetting that I can see much, much better than you.”

She smirked into the gloom. Methodically unwrapping her hands, she strode over to her sister, easing up the light settings just enough that Anya could see her without issue. The light wasn’t harsh or bright, but everything was thrown into sharp clarity. She could see every corner of the room with ease.

“What did you find?”

Anya raised an eyebrow, but continued.

“Dad managed to find Wanheda on some security camera’s. She is really good at being stealthy, but we’re better.”

The older girl winked, a cocky grin on her face. Lexa puffed out a laugh, shaking her head at her siblings confidence.

“Alright then, let me get suited up and we’ll make a plan. Is Aden coming, or is school kicking his ass?”

Anya leaned against the doorframe as Lexa pulled on the compression underclothes of her suit. Anya’s own suit took much longer to put on than her sisters, so it was a slight surprise that she was already set to go. While the Gona suit was extremely similar to the Heda suit, right down to the infinity symbol on the chest, there were some functional differences. Heavy armour along the arms complemented Anya’s superior strength nicely, and the lighter armour on her legs and torso allowed for her enhanced speed to go relatively unhindered by the added weight. Aden had once called her “the perfect tank.”

“He’s busy with homework, but he promises to make time for training on saturday.”

The younger girl nodded as she pushed past her sister, taking the stairs up two at a time.

Their ‘lair’ as the siblings had affectionately named it, much to their fathers irritation, overlooked the city that they’d sworn to protect. The old clock tower that disguised their abode was situated near downtown, a few streets over from the waterfront, and near Ton DC Hospital. The perfect place for their crime fighting operations, and being so high up let them jump straight onto the roof tops.

Her father, Titus, or FleimKepa, typed away at his computer, a few different images of Wanheda frozen on one of the screens. She paused at the sight of the villain, the small smirk and the glinting blue eyes sending shivers down her spine.

A slight push from Anya has her racing to her suit, slipping it on with a sigh of happiness. The suit made her feel safe and confident, like she could really do some good in the world. She jogged over to her Father’s desk as she adjusted her gauntlets, where he and Anya discussed Wanheda.

“Do we know what she’s doing?”

Fleimkepa grunted, his regular frown creasing his features.

“I’d assume going to kill someone. There have been reports of several bodies showing up all throughout the city, although most concentrated in the Dead Zone. Known rapists, human traffickers, some drug dealers although all had past crimes involving abuse. Rather odd, but consistent with her MO from Arkadia. The rape and human trafficking statistics are very low there, mostly because of her.”

Anya frowned as she pulled up her cowl.

“Then why are we going after her? She’s getting scum off the streets.”

Lexa mirrored her sister, pulling her own cowl up and adjusting the built in blinders and hearing protection, along with turning on the built in camera. Blank screens on the desk blinked to life, showing the two camera feeds from their cowls. Fleimkepa leaned back in his chair, pulling up Wanheda’s file. The file was large, showing combat statistics and her long list of crimes.

“Because she’s killing them rather than turning them over to the police. I read up on her statistics from the ArkPD. Once she finishes with the most immediate and obvious criminals, she moves on to Government officials and white collar criminals. While all are proven guilty of some crime or another after the fact, they’re still dead.”

Gona swallowed at that, coughing slightly as she turned to Heda.

“So, what’re we waiting for? The camera’s indicated she was heading towards the Dead Zone.”

Heda nodded, adjusting her suit one last time. They headed towards the balcony, grappling hooks at the ready.

“Lexa, remember you have a meeting with the new branch head of Griffin Co. tomorrow at ten AM. She’s the daughter of the CEO, so don’t be late.”

Lexa waved back at her father to show she heard, putting the reminder at the back of her mind. She had more important things to worry about.

The hero duo lept off the balcony, firing their grappling hooks. It didn’t take terribly long to reach the Dead Zone. Not having to battle traffic cut down on their travel time significantly, but they still had to stop and stretch their arms once they reached the slums edge.

The Dead Zone was a series of housing and business districts situated on a peninsula on the north-eastern side of the city. Surrounded by water on three sides, the Dead Zone was the centre of Polis’ smuggling and crime rings, and the designated slums of the city. It had such a high concentration of criminals and villains, which had resulted in a buddy system being implemented whenever the heroes had to go inside.

“Alright, Heda, what’s the plan?”

Gona stretched, groaning out her question. They’d stopped on one of the warehouses near the Dead Zones edge to get an update from Fleimkepa. Heda was silent, listening to her father over their com channel.

“Wanheda was last sighted near The DropShip, so let’s head over there and see what we can find.”

The DropShip was a well known hangout for the less savoury citizens of Polis City, many of which would shoot any of the heroes without a thought, so there was an unspoken/once spoken rule of “Don’t go in the dang bar, I’m looking at you Aden.” It was run by a pair of suspiciously proper gentlemen, Monty Green and Jasper Jorden. Neither had a juvenile record, and their business was run to the letter of the law. Their only notable transgression was being accused of illegally making moonshine, but the charges had been dropped due to insufficient evidence. The two boys, no older than college age, were so incredibly innocent it was down right suspicious, especially with where they decided to set up shop.

The two heroes dropped onto the bars roof, hidden behind the sign depicting a falling spaceship in gaudy neon lights. It was rather quiet, the endless traffic of downtown nonexistent here. Instead, the air was filled with low chatter from the bar's patrons, dogs baying from several streets over, and the odd yell that rang down the eerie streets.

Their coms crackled in their ears, giving way to the comforting sound of their father’s voice.

“I found her again. She ran past a working security camera outside a warehouse near the pier. I’ll send you the coordinates.”

A GPS map flashed across the lenses in their cowls, sending them sprinting towards the pier. They ran across the rooftops in tandem, Anya in front to act as a springboard for Lexa when a roof was just that little bit too far, but not worth using a grappling hook to get to. The need for assistance did grate a little on the younger hero, but she had grudgingly accepted her limitations. She had enhanced sight and hearing, Anya had greater strength and speed. That was fact and she couldn’t do anything about it.

They arrived at the designated location within minutes, dropping in front of the camera, Anya cheekily waving, then continued running in the direction Fleimkepa directed them. Heda spread out her senses, trying her best to listen for the sounds of a fight, or rather murder. Filtering out the sounds of her own breathing, the pounding of boots on tarmac and the light clicks of Anya’s heavy armour, she sorted through the noises of the Dead Zone. Gone went the sounds of howling dogs and hissing cats, the raucous laughter from nearby bars, and the sound of lapping water against dock supports.

A scream cut through the noise.

“Did you hear that?”

She felt as though she could hear the eye roll.

“No.”

Farther than normal hearing then.

“This way.”

They skid around a corner, spraying gravel. The sounds of screams and gunfire grew louder.

“Heda, you’re in Reaper territory.”

Her father’s voice had a worried edge. The Reapers were a known gang with several organized crime connections, so if Wanheda was here then she was most likely going for one of those connections or one of the gang's leaders.

The gunfire continued, but was gradually lessening, fading into the sounds of grunts and agonized screams that rang in her ears. They were identical to the scream of the man the villain had killed in front of her on their first meeting. A broken door came into view, the lock destroyed by bullets and then kicked inwards. The entrance led into a warehouse, identical to the one next to it, all grey and red brick with yellow painted letters to indicate who owned what. The paint on this particular warehouse was so damaged that the only letter left was a ragged ‘R.’ How fitting.

She and Gona slid down into the warehouse on their knees, popping up in low crouches behind a stack of crates. The scene before them made their mouths go dry.

Bodies, dead husks were scattered on the floor, other, healthier bodies, were slumped against the walls, bullets and blood splatters painting a gory picture. Gunfire flashed about the room as Wanheda dodged and rolled, blonde hair flying with every movement, firing her own gun as she grabbed a gangster by the face, his agonized scream ripping through the air as he shrivelled grotesquely. Anya’s breath picked up beside her, a shaky sound that matched her own heart beat.

“Come on, they might be criminals but they don’t deserve this.”

Gona nodded, a tense frown on her face. In unison, they vaulted over their hiding place, feet planting themselves in the backs of two gangsters. They were sent sprawling, falling with shocked cries, drawing the attention of the vengeful villain. Wanheda looked shocked for a handful of seconds before her face fell into an easy smile, like her murder spree hadn’t just been interrupted.

There weren’t many opponents left, the majority either dead or having fled once Wanheda had been distracted. Heda darted forward, determination in her posture. She wasn’t letting the blonde get away again. Gona took on the job of finishing off the last of the gangsters, enhanced strength filled punches sending them flying.

Wanheda jumped away at Heda’s first low sweeping kick, hopping up onto a crate to avoid the subsequent flurry of jabs. They danced like this for a while, at a stalemate as Wanheda refused to engage. Only when Anya joined her, having finished the rest of the gangsters did they pause.

“Give up Wanheda, it’s over.”

The blonde stood stiffly, perched on a crate. It seemed they’d managed to back her into a corner. Movement to the back end of the room had everyone turning, a man in a filthy suit sprinted towards the exit, a briefcase in hand.

“It’s not over until he’s dead!”

Wanheda snarled, bringing up her gun, firing off two shots before Heda managed to tackle her. They tumble to the ground, the bang of the gun right next to her ear making her head spin. The blonde manages to elbow her in the face, slipping from her grasp. The ear protection in her cowl had worked to an extent, sealing off her ears nanoseconds after the shot went off, but the noise was still loud enough to stun her.

Note to self: develop and update better ear protection

The yells of Fleimkepa buzzing in her ear, and then Gona were the first sounds she managed to hear after the ringing in her ears subsided. She stumbled to her feet, startling when her sisters arms came around her in a hug.

“God, I thought you were dead.”

Anya’s voice held relief, as they separated. She put a palm to the side of her head, only barely feeling the pressure through the padding of her cowl. She scanned the warehouse, taking in the bodies, the absent Wanheda and the suited man sprawled groaning on the floor, a shoddy bandage around his leg.

“He’ll live. Fleimkepa already has an ambulance and police enroute.”

She nodded, gritting her teeth as a headache began to pound behind her eyes. It seemed they’d managed to win a small victory against Wanheda. While they didn’t catch her, they had saved her target, meaning they could hand him over to the police to undergo due process. Not the most ideal outcome, but better than nothing. Plus, they might be able to learn something from the recordings from their cowls.

“Alright, we’ll stay until they get here. Then we go home. I need a ton of aspirin if I’m going to survive that meeting tomorrow.”

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The Latest: Sweden's Kalla wins 1st gold medal of Olympics

PYEONGCHANG, South Korea /February 10, 2018 (AP)(STL.News) — The Latest on the Pyeongchang Olympics (all times local):

5:05 p.m.

Sweden’s Charlotte Kalla won the first gold medal of the Pyeongchang Games and Norwegian cross-country skier Marit Bjoergen took silver in the women’s 15-kilometer skiathlon to become the most decorated female Winter Olympian ever.

Bjoergen captured her 11th career medal Saturday, breaking a three-way tie with Russian Raisa Smetanina and Italian Stefania Belmondo.

Kalla won the race by more than seven seconds, breaking away from the pack in the final 2 kilometers to avenge her loss to Bjoergen in the 2014 Sochi Olympics.

Jessica Diggins finished fifth, failing to become the first American woman to earn a medal in cross-country skiing.

Krista Parmakowski of Finland finished third.

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4:30 p.m.

Race organizers say they expect “challenging” conditions to stage the Olympic men’s downhill on Sunday.

Team leaders have been told the weather forecast is “partly cloudy but the wind will be strong.” Race-time temperatures will be below freezing on the Jeongseon hill.

Gusts and tailwinds affected a shortened practice run on Friday but eased for the final training session Saturday.

Race director says Markus Waldner “it was good enough to have a race today. Tomorrow we will see.”

Waldner says a decision whether to delay the 11 a.m. start, or postpone the race, is expected at 10 a.m.

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4:20 p.m.

Russian International Olympic Committee member Yelena Isinbayeva says Russian athletes at the Pyeongchang Games will be more successful because of anger that others were excluded.

Isinbayeva, the pole vault world record holder, says on Instagram that “everything will definitely work out for us.”

She says, “After all, when they’re angry and enraged, Russians are unbeatable.”

Isinbayeva adds she finds it “terrible” that many Russian athletes failed to pass an IOC vetting process examining whether they were linked to doping schemes.

She says she is “very disappointed for all the clean athletes who weren’t let in, who didn’t even get an explanation of why they were excluded.”

Isinbayeva didn’t attend this week’s IOC session in Pyeongchang because she is heavily pregnant.

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3:35 p.m.

U.S. hockey coach Robb Stauber knows whom he plans to start in net when the American women kick off their quest for Olympic gold, but he just hasn’t told his trio of goaltenders yet.

Not that waiting to hear who gets the honor of playing Sunday against Finland is bothering Maddie Rooney, Alex Rigsby or Nicole Hensley. They’re all preparing as if Stauber will be tapping them first as the Americans start their quest to end the country’s 20-year drought without Olympic gold.

The Pyeongchang Games are the first Olympics for all three goalies, so prior experience at the world’s biggest tournament for women’s hockey won’t be a deciding factor.

Stauber says he’s also leaving himself some room to change his mind as well in a short tournament.

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2:55 p.m.

Yuna Kim’s an Olympic gold medalist and a two-time world champion figure skater, but she still gets nervous, including at Friday’s opening ceremony.

The South Korean performed on a tiny ice rink propped high in the air with 35,000 fans looking on at the Pyeongchang Olympics.

Kim skated for about 30 seconds and then took the torch from two North and South Korean ice hockey players who climbed 120 steps to deliver it.

Kim says, “When I was on the ice rink, I couldn’t really see the spectators in the stadium. I was only thinking I could fall, so I shouldn’t make any mistakes.”

She didn’t.

The two hockey players had no chance to practice. She was concerned, but it went according to script, with Kim delivering the flame to the cauldron.

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2:15 p.m.

Early start times for figure skating at the Pyeongchang Olympics are good for U.S. audiences who get to watch in primetime, but not always so great for the athletes.

Competition begins at 10 a.m. each day, and that means 5 a.m. wake-up calls. That’s because of the 14-hour time difference with the U.S. East Coast.

The early starts may have contributed to some tumbles by big names in the opening day of the team competition. Patrick Chan of Canada and Nathan Chen of the U.S. both fell during their short programs. Russian skater Mikhail Kolyada was next, falling twice during his short program as part of the team competition.

Waking up at 5 gives the skaters just an hour to get dressed and board the bus to the arena for 7 a.m. practice.

Then, they have to sit around a couple of hours until their moment in the spotlight. There isn’t enough time to head back to their rooms, so most pass the time trying to rest and relax, often listening to music and going through their programs in their minds.

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1:35 p.m.

Racing with a torn ACL, former Olympic champion Carlo Janka has lost his bid to be selected by Switzerland in the men’s downhill.

Janka’s coaches set a top five target in the final practice run to make the four-man Swiss team for Sunday’s race. He placed 18th, 1.19 seconds off the pace.

“I had to be on the very top today. I missed that,” Janka tells The Associated Press.

The 2010 Olympic gold medalist in giant slalom has not started a race all season after damaging his right knee in October.

Janka opted for physical therapy over surgery in hope of competing at Jeongseon, where he got the last of his 11 career World Cup wins — a super-G that tested the Olympic course in February 2016.

Still, he will start in Alpine combined scheduled Tuesday, and maybe super-G on Thursday.

Janka says his knee is “good enough to go on 100 percent” in the dry snow and good visibility at Jeongseon.

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1:25 p.m.

Norway’s powerful duo Aksel Lund Svindal and Kjetil Jansrud pushed hard while world champion Beat Feuz took things easy in a final training run for Sunday’s Olympic downhill.

Still, it was Austrian Vincent Kriechmayr who raced fastest down the sun-splashed 2.9-kilometer (1 5/6-mile) course on Saturday.

Kriechmayr was 0.12 seconds faster than Jansrud, who is shaping up as the prerace favorite on the Jeongseon course, where he won the test race in 2016.

Svindal was third-fastest, 0.35 seconds behind the lead, as Feuz of Switzerland eased off in the lower sections to coast into the finish.

Feuz is the in-form racer after two wins and a second place in three World Cup downhills in January.

Saturday’s practice was run over the full course with little sign of strong winds forecast through the weekend.

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1:10 p.m.

Pyeongchang Olympic organizers are investigating a possible attack on their internet and Wi-Fi systems about 45 minutes before the opening ceremony.

Organizing committee spokeswoman Nancy Park says the defense ministry and a cybersecurity team are investigating the outage. She says the outage didn’t affect Friday’s opening ceremony or any competitions.

She says systems were almost back to normal about 15 hours after the problems were discovered.

South Korea’s Yonhap news agency reports servers were shut down to prevent damage to technical systems, causing problems with the Pyeongchang Olympic website.

Park declined to call it a cyberattack and says they don’t want to speculate since they’re still trying to identify where it came from.

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11:55 a.m.

Mikaela Shiffrin can’t help but laugh when a reporter asks what her reaction is to being compared to Michael Phelps, the U.S. swimmer who is the most decorated Olympian in history.

“You’re crazy,” the American ski racer replied. “OK, he has, what, 23 medals?”

Actually, Phelps’ haul is 23 golds — and 28 medals in all.

Shiffrin’s only medal so far is a gold in slalom at age 18 in 2014 at Sochi. She comes to the Pyeongchang Games with a chance to become the first skier to win that race twice in a row at the Olympics.

She will also be among the favorites in Monday’s giant slalom, could contend for a medal in the combined on Feb. 23, and might also enter the downhill and super-G.

For now, though, she’ll only commit to entering the slalom and giant slalom.

“I would like to compete in everything,” she said. “I’m not sure if I’m actually going to have the energy to do that.”

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11:10 a.m.

The U.S. will send out siblings Maia and Alex Shibutani in the ice dance and Bradie Tennell in the women’s short program when the team competition resumes Sunday at Gangneung Ice Arena.

The Americans, who are second behind Canada after the pairs and men’s short programs, waited until the last possible moment to announce their lineup in a bit of gamesmanship with its rival nations.

The Shibutanis were chosen over U.S. champs Madison Hubbell and Zachary Donohue and the team of Madison Chock and Evan Bates. Tennell got the nod over Mirai Nagasu and Karen Chen.

The top five nations after their short programs advance to the free skate later Sunday.

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11 a.m.

South Korean President Moon Jae-in is hosting lunch for senior North Korean officials including leader Kim Jong Un’s sister in the most significant diplomatic encounter between the rivals in years.

The meeting at the Blue House in Seoul on Saturday comes after Kim Yo Jong and other North Korean delegates attended the opening ceremony of the Pyeongchang Winter Olympics where they took their place among dignitaries from around the world, including U.S. Vice President Mike Pence.

It’s unclear whether the occasion could be used to set up bigger meetings between the Koreas to ease tensions. The Koreas could potentially talk about a South Korean special envoy meeting Kim Jong Un in Pyongyang or even a summit between Moon and Kim.

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10:20 a.m.

The organizing committee for the Pyeongchang Olympics says another 11 people have been diagnosed with norovirus.

That brings the total to 139 since Feb. 1. Seven of the new cases are at a youth training center where security personnel for the games have been staying.

Most of the norovirus cases were in people staying at the center, and about 1,200 were sequestered there, forcing the military to step in to help with security. Those who have tested negative for norovirus have been released from quarantine and returned to work.

Norovirus is a common, infectious bug that causes unpleasant symptoms including diarrhea and vomiting but doesn’t require medical treatment.

The Ministry of Food and Drug Safety and Korea Center for Disease Control have distributed 15,000 bottles of hand sanitizer and taken other measures including stepped up inspection of restaurants and monitoring of water quality. There are signs all over the Olympics reminding people to clean their hands.

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10:05 a.m.

Speedskater Shani Davis didn’t attend the opening ceremony of the Pyeongchang Olympics after losing a coin flip to carry the U.S. flag and lead American athletes into the stadium.

A U.S. Speedskating spokesman says Davis originally planned to skip the festivities because of his training schedule. He briefly reconsidered when he was nominated by his teammates to be the flag bearer.

Davis and luger Erin Hamlin tied 4-4 in voting by fellow athletes to carry the flag. Hamlin won the honor in a coin toss, a process the 35-year-old speed skater said was executed “dishonorably” in a post on his Twitter account.

The two-time Olympic champion is set to compete in the 1,500 meters on Tuesday, followed by the 1,000 on Feb. 23.

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10 a.m.

The first medals of the Pyeongchang Olympics will be awarded Saturday, but most attention will be focused on a preliminary round hockey match featuring the combined Korean women’s hockey team.

The game against Switzerland is sold out and there are rumors that North Korean leader Kim Jong Un’s sister might attend. Fierce attention has been focused on the team since North Koreans were added to the roster just a few weeks ago.

The two Koreas have worked together to send a joint team to major international sports events only twice before. The U.S. and Finland women’s hockey teams also play Saturday.

Medals are due to be awarded in women’s biathlon and cross-country skiing, men’s ski jumping, women’s 3,000 meter speedskating and men’s 1500 meter short-track speedskating.

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By Associated Press – published on STL.News by St. Louis Media, LLC (Z.S)

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