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n3ptoonz · 5 months

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mk1 hcs: how the earthrealm guys react when you ride them

this broadcast is brought to you by getting inspired from @dirtymortalkombatconfessions tysm for fueling my raunchy mind 🙏🏾 outworld guys here

all the guys here are submissive in these hcs cause i don't see it enough!!! and reader is GN

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Smoke

first of all it's his favorite position. nothing he loves more than holding his partner in his arms while they have power over him at the same time

HE. WHIMPERS. A LOT!!!!

CANNOT keep his hands still he's always massaging or caressing some part of your body

begs. he begs. if you stop moving? he will deadass start tearing up and whispering pleas all in your ear

hold his face while you do it. look him in the ideas and give him praise && give him kisses 😔 he's got enough shit from bi han and this the only way he properly relaxes 💔

Raiden

he's not very vocal at first, but he does sigh and grunt a lot

when he's vocal? he's not loud, but curses up a storm. his eyes get all hazy and glossed over too like you gotta tap him back to reality sometimes

he can get handsy but prefers to either keep his hands in place or have them restrained in some way

speaking of which if you do restrain his hands there's a good chance he'll start bucking once he's close and try to pull free. silly goose, we know how to tie knots around here!

if you get really close to his face like holding it or just looking at him he can and will just start mumbling about how good you make him feel/how you're the only one who makes him feel like this

Kung Lao

(turns on self indulgence beam) ahem taps mic is this thing on??

lao is a praise kink BITCH you understand??? and since he's full of himself he for sure will not shy away from whimpering and groaning loud as hell just to hear his own voice

you give him praise and BOOM suddenly it's upturned eyebrows and beads of tears at the corners of his eyes. he will ask you to repeat what you said over and over

once his pride wears out he's a begging mess like smoke. he's super handsy but in the way where he's acting like you're gonna disappear before he nuts. i cracking up at the thought of that

afterwords "did i do good?" or "was i a good boy?" AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHG hey im normal don't give me that look. ALSO PLAY WITH HIS HAIR he's a sucker for it (glad i can say that now he's not bald)(love you mk11 lao i swear)

Kenshi Takahashi

oooo this sensual romantic ass man. sensual romantic ASS man (he likes ass)

he's not a loud guy or it's just rare. his hands aren't gonna go anywhere but your ass though. MAYBE your thighs, but it's always back to ass!

less on whimpering more on grunting but there's occasional cracks in his voice when feels really good. he only full on whimpers if you go fast and gets closer faster from the pace

please for the love of god leave some sort of marks on this man's neck. it drives him CRAZYYYY he'll be cursing like he's never done before especially cause he WILL return the favor

like raiden if you give his face more love especially around his eyes it's up for him you're going to be told how perfect and how good only you can make him feel for the next 72 hours

Johnny Cage

BRAT. he's a brat. Johnny John Carlton Cage is a B R A T

you will have to physically shut him up and that was his mission accomplished. don't let his hands be free either cause he'll keep trying to take control (and keep failing every single time)(again, this was allll part of the plan)

when he's completely helpless at your disposal...bottom bitch alert! whiny whimpering grunting sighing giggling you name it CENTRAL. he the type to whine about being restricted when it was literally his own idea in the first place

he's a praise kink bitch too i mean come on THE johnny cage ik you weren't expecting otherwise. tell him he's a good boy but also call him your bitch oh how he loves it

and by the way... record. everything. he'll watch those tapes back like they're old school vhs memories

Liu Kang

how you got a god to submit to you is beyond anyone's belief. but who cares?! drain that mf (balls)

he absolutely positively loves loves LOVES eye contact. you look him in the eyes long enough it's like your souls are fuckin too (literally that scene with him and titan kitana except you're looking down at him everybodyshutthefuckup)

give him a bunch of kisses pls pls pls he craves it he adores it CARNALLY. very very handsy man there's no part of you that goes untouched.

he's too calm to be loud but he does grunt and will have dragged out moans that result in a higher pitched tone

surprise, even a god could use some praise every now and then!!! he blushes the most whenever you call him perfect or tell him he's doing great even with all that's on his plate on the daily <3

Sub Zero

this stubborn fucker. just pull his hair and give him the same look he gives everybody and he's all yours cause then he'll look like this (i cannot stop referring to this picture)

in the privacy of your shared room (idc if this is ooc this is tumblr god damn it) he's a stuttering mess and cannot keep his hands off your hips and thighs for anything so prepare for those areas to have frostbite

there are times where his hands slide up your back when he's close, and by this time his furrowed brows and sharp gaze are completely gone. he's looking up at you like you've descended just to give him the ride of his life (bc you did obviously)

if he whimpers it's raspy and deep. he generally grunts and groans and a lot of profane language coming from them lips

however comma it's rare he'll shudder and whine like a lil bitch if he can't touch you oooo and he's a bucker too

Scorpion

last but certainly not least this sexy mf. i fully fully believe that he would not hesitate to submit to someone he's in love with (you hahaha)

you don't even need to pull his hair just glide your fingers through it he's set for life. he sighs and just smiles, you're so good to him

he's not very vocal but he certainly whines and has shallower breaths when he's close. when he looks up at you he has to try his hardest not to bust right there cause damnnn you fine as hail

thigh man thigh man thigh man. oh, did i say thigh man? i meant to say HE'S A THIGH MAN. and neck, like kenshi don't even think about getting up off of him without a bunch of marks on his neck and shoulders if ya feelin freekie

if you pull his hair he will cum. and you heard that from me.

ask box is open! <3

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welcoming-grey · 1 year

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So, lets imagine that Monster (the drink, lol, i forgot to mention that) gets really fucking popular in Gotham. Like, a lot. It's desired by a mix of both villains and heroes due to its the amount of energy it provides the body and it's property to act like a life-saver (literally). Nobody has been able to trace where exactly its produced from (Batman has tried to find the source and has tried to ban it but it just somehow keeps appearing and he'd rather stock up than lose it to his opponents).

Skip to Danny (after becoming the Ghost King) trying to convince his parents that after discovering that they are selling ectoplasm to Gotham as an energy drink that it is a bad idea, not knowing that his parents had been doing it from That Day. His parents argue that its basically holy water, ensuring that people aren't getting overshadowed (Because people literally turn liminal due to drinking it).

Monster is banned in Amity Park because Wes has convinced GIW and the citizens that they're basically drinking Phantom's ghostly fluids. GIW has disposed of the 'contaminated', they are less in number because not a lot of people trust the Fentons works. This explains why its citizens keep getting overshadowed.

Selling Monster is one the main funds resources that the Fentons use for their projects. And they're only selling place is of course Gotham. They had been contacted by a kind man by the name of CW who was willing to transport it to Gotham and get their money in exchange for keeping the portal in their basement and in promise of not bringing it out of their house.

This is basically Clockwork's plan B if push comes to shove to prevent Phantom from potentially getting attacked by his parents when he does reveal himself to be their son. So by turning Gotham liminal he's basically making it Phantom's hideout from his parents, ensuring that even if ghosts enter Gotham they won't be able to make it out 'alive' because of the bats. And also knowing Bruce Wayne, Danny will have a new family in no time.

PS: Amity Park knows about the existence of Gotham, Gotham just doesn't know about Amity Park. Its just the Fentons that don't know where this 'Gotham' is, but hey, they are getting their money, so who cares? Amiright?

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agent-calivide · 2 months

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It is Bitching About Things That Do Not Matter O'Clock, but like. I know poking fun at John Juniper is a delight. I love calling him a bitch and insulting his acting and stealing his masks, but- he's not- he's not completely incompetent, y'all know that, right?

Firstly, Zor would never hire someone they didn't think could do the job, but also a lot of Juniper's fuck-up's are directly tied to either the EOD getting lucky or Zor literally setting him up for failure.

Like, we know he's good at keeping a mask on even in a moment of panic, when the Masque of Red Death blew up the first thing the did was shout "This is not part of the show, everybody run!" to evacuate the theater, something to convince the public he was a Good Man and kept suspicions around him low.

On Jet Set, the only reason Phoenix doesn't die is the EOD getting lucky and happening to have the autonomous jet's instruction manual in their records. Like, he had signal jammers, he left on the DNA Identification security system, and he sabotaged the missile defense system just in case they had to turn to plan B. These are not things left on a jet made as a custom trap for Phoenix, the pieces to save themselves wouldn't be there if it was. This is a normal jet that Juniper uses that he ensured got sabotaged so the Phoenix would be a sitting duck. Even if he didn't personally put out orders to have the jet get sabotaged, he did have the foresight to put a few boons on the jet that could kill Phoenix. Explosive cigars, poisoned food things like that. "Please, enjoy! I picked up a box of those just for you!" So he knows what to supply the agent with to try and cut this little problem short, and even if those don't work there's still the missile and the Zoraxis base they were headed to anyways. Phoenix getting out of that mess was combination of nosiness and pure dumb luck on the EOD's part.

We don't see much of him in Eaves Drop, but we do see that Zor and Fabricator are already planning on disposing of him by using the Mimic Mask and that he is generally doing a damn good job at tricking the heads of state into various traps for the most part, we just saw it with the Prime Minister in Stage Fright and we're going to see it in Party Crashers with the Primere later.

Party Crashers is where I think most of this "Oh, he's just a whiny baby" comes from, and it absolutely is John at his worst, but it get treated like his baseline??? Like, he loses his cool, he screams, he panics, he absolutely freaks out, but he also is throwing a party to kidnap the last head of state, is being chastised by the Fabricator, his friend of multiple decades is backstabbing him actively (as Gibbs should, but it's just another stressor for Juniper), several bombs have dropped or his party got a smoke grenade thrown in it, alarms and sprinklers have both gone off, and nOW SOMEONE'S TOUCHING MY FUCKING COLLECTOR'S ITEMS?! I too would be losing my shit. Add in he is seeming surrounded by people being incompetent (throwing grenades without closing hatches, missing their shots, some reason the tank of lethal gas is empty, the woman who was supposed to be helping is just laughing at you and your entire team of security is dead save for a small handful and it's all because of ONE person???) and I can't blame him for not being chill, suave, or particularly clever in that moment. And to be frank, I think every IEYTD "Final Boss" has a moment of foolishness. Solaris throws you radiation boxes that you use to take down the Death Engine and literally says "Calculating force... aaand CATCH!" and I could make a whole other post on Prism's speech on the mountain side but they're not defined by those "worst" moments. Mostly because they don't last nearly as long as Juniper's, but that doesn't mean it should be his defining moment either.

Then, in Safe and Sound, not only does he successfully trick the agent into thinking he's the Handler in the first place, but he has them drugged, kidnaps them, and then admits that if he had it this way he would have just shot the agent. No fanfare, no crazy traps, if John coulda, he would have shot the agent in the head while they were unconscious and called it a day. But Zor is the one who wants the trap, the footage, the fanfare. Juniper is pissed that the jet didn't work as is, and now he can't even just take care of the agent the easy way and ensure that they're out of the way. He says he expects the agent to find a way out, he know what they're capable of, and he's sure they're gonna find a way out because he's the one that's been dealing with them for the last week! Zor is the one who thinks this trap is gonna work and demanded Juniper put Phoenix in it. Yeah he gives a theatrical monologue, but if he had say in the matter he wouldn't get the chance to in the first place!

Then in Rising Phoenix, HE MAKES GOOD ON THAT THREAT. Try to pick up anything that you dropped on the ground outside of the elevator, tell me how that goes for you. He's got scary good aim, he sees the Phoenix and immediately goes "well, shit, one sec folks, I gotta kill this agent" and then just pulls a gun and starts firing. And rather than focusing on the agent, he does have the foresight to shoot a MOVING, FLOATING TARGET so you can't do anything to him! He is very capable with a gun and likely the only reason Phoenix survives Party Crashers is Juniper doesn't have a firearm. And then, in a moment of panic as he hangs from a catwalk (that absolutely should not have had its powerbox so obviously out in the open if Zor wasn't planning on the agent either killing him or putting him in a position for Zor to pull the trigger) he tries to plead with the agent. He doesn't know the mask is a death trap at this point, and the only choice he has is to hope the person in the room with him can help pull him back up from the pit. He puffs up his chest, acts like he has all of the cards, but that's because that's the only chance he's got of making it out of this thing alive. He doesn't know the mask is what's gonna kill him in the end, he just knows that the Fabricator, the crazy lady who makes death traps for fun, has something in the room with him and that Zor intends on using it to finish John off.

And once John's toast literally Zor just shakes their head and mockingly calls him a disappointment before turning to Phoenix and saying it's in their hands now. But the entire time that Phoenix is working on this briefcase, Zor is teasing them, toying with them, and is audibly disappointed if you fail to disarm the briefcase in time. Phoenix was supposed to get the briefcase, John was supposed to die, and he really was implied to be doomed from the very beginning.

He's not a whining, screaming, incompetent bumbling idiot. He is very capable, he is literally just set up to fail so Zor can see Phoenix perform.

Edit: just for clarification, I do think he’s rather petulant, bitchy, he can be whiny, he’s an absolute douche, and what he did in that cellar is nothing short of a tantrum, my point is just that he isn’t a completely incompetent man baby. He knows what he’s doing and in at least one situation had more sense than Zor (Safe and Sound).

#i expect you to die #ieytd #ieytd2 #i expect you to die 2 #john juniper #spoilers

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cobwebcorner · 9 months

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Hey there, are you new to the Resident Evil fandom and want to know more about this weird blond guy with the sunglasses? Maybe you only play Dead by Daylight and want to know what his deal is without having to comb through a 20+ game series for his appearances? Are you trying to write a fanfic and can't think of anything for him to say, outside of constantly proclaiming his right to godhood?

Then have I got the resources for you!

(don't trust the fan wikis. They do things like claim that a man with one of the most Irish surnames in the world is Italian, just because his parents have some implied organized crime connections)

Ok now that you're in here I will reveal that the real purpose of this post is to spread the good word of original flavor Wesker, who I think is a really interesting villain with more complexity than people might expect. It doesn't look like Capcom is ever going to remake code veronica, which has a significant portion of his story, and there's a ton of his lore locked in a rail shooter most people never played, so I'm here to help fill in some knowledge gaps.

To start off, here is Wesker's Report 1. This is Wesker himself summing up the first 3 games for you, with glorious footage of the original playstation graphics:

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Don't panic it's actually only 22 minutes long, the rest is an untranslated interview with the game directors.

Bam boom, you know what Wesker was doing from 1998 through 2000. Now let's step back in time a little and talk RE 0, the prequel game that explains how the outbreak that started it all happened in the first place. This is the story of Wesker and his buddy Birkin's past mistakes coming back to haunt them with a zombie-leech army (the past mistake in this case is disposing of your mentor's body improperly):

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Stepping even further back in time we have Wesker's Report 2, which talks about his early years at Umbrella. This was only ever released in Japan, but fans have done a translation and gotten it voice-acted. This video has both the report and a compilation of all Wesker's scenarios in Umbrella Chronicles (the rail shooter this-is-the-story-so-far game):

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It's long because it includes the gameplay footage. If you just want to read the report instead, google project umbrella Wesker's Report 2. You can also find UC's cutscenes separately on youtube. Wesker's scenarios are Beginnings, Rebirth, and Dark Legacy. UC condensed a lot of stuff and made some…odd story changes (especially to RE 3. Poor, poor RE 3), but it also added fun new stuff for Wesker to do, like beating up his creepy masochistic ex-boss. Godspeed, Wesker.

Now rumor has it that we are going to get Ada's campaign added to RE 4 remake eventually, but we don't have it yet, so until then here's their interactions from the original (lovingly updated to HD by fans):

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RE 5 was Wesker's last (chronologically) and probably most significant appearance in the series, not to mention the version of him that's been everywhere since, but I'm not actually going to talk about him. To my eyes, RE 5 Wesker is a fun villain in his own right, he just isn't Wesker. He feels like a completely different character to me. If you've watched these videos you might have noticed this already.

RE 5, if you wish to give the writers the benefit of the doubt, is a story of Wesker having a complete mental breakdown after finding out certain retcons truths about his past. He's not usually like that. For one thing, count how many times he mentions being a god in any of this footage. Go on. I'll wait.

Classic flavor Wesker is calm, cold, and calculating. He loves pitting enemies against each other and then running off with the spoils. He does very little grandstanding and he's not all that hammy. He's pragmatic to a fault, and a master at shifting his plans around to work on the fly. He also doesn't give a flying fuck about eugenics, or "saving the world", he's in it for power and money and building better monsters just because he can. There. I said it. I feel better for it.

#resident evil #albert wesker #I also want to note that the bit about Wesker having Sherry has since been retconned #lore dump

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veliseraptor · 8 months

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I have some Thoughts about xue yang (surprise!) and specifically the possibility that he didn't get picked up by the jin because he was already deeply steeped in demonic cultivation but because, if you're looking for someone to do unethical demonic cultivation experiments for you, it makes sense to choose someone (a) of questionable morals, (b) without previous ties to anyone else and (c) who is expendable and disposable if anything goes wrong.

the information we have about xue yang's life, stripped of interpretation, between chang incident and the villainous friends extra is as follows (all quotes either from the ExR or FanYiYi translations):

as a teenager, he gained a reputation in Kuizhou for being "inhumane" and "merciless" (and having a "radiant smile" but that's not pertinent at the moment)

the jin invited him to become a guest disciple

he was one of many demonic cultivators that jin guangshan gathered (and the best)

he was able to restore the yin tiger seal* for the jin sect

he was recommended by jin guangyao

so the presumption I think is generally that he was doing demonic cultivation prior to his being brought on by the jin sect, since he's described as one of the people who "imitated wei wuxian in cultivating the demonic path" that jin guangshan acquires, which would suggest the typical interpretation. however, I wonder if it's a little of both: hire on an aggressive young man with a bad reputation who's done a bit of dabbling and encourage that focus.

and it's not so much that I'm saying that, like, xue yang wouldn't do demonic cultivation without encouragement (I think he would) or that he was resistant to the idea (I think he was thrilled, we see his reaction to getting a few of wwx's notes), but I just do have thoughts about how it's not even just that xue yang is expendable in the long run in terms of I think the expectation being that as soon as he wasn't an asset anymore he could be safely (and advantageously) purged**. it's also that even as an asset he's still disposable, because if he can't handle the demonic cultivation he's doing and dies or goes insane (and dies), well. no big loss.

and then thinking about how I am absolutely sure xue yang is aware of this. and again: it's not like xue yang agrees with the general assessment of what he's worth. but I don't think he's completely unaffected by knowing he's the only one who doesn't agree with it, either.***

*on rereading, really wondering how much this was public knowledge and if so how it became that way! lan wangji treats it like something that's a known connection but it sort of surprises me that jin guangshan would be down with it being public knowledge that he's fucking around with wei wuxian's evil weapon.

**regardless of what you think about jin guangyao's actually intending to kill xue yang vs. letting him go and someone else getting to him, I very much doubt jin guangshan was planning on keeping him around for the long haul.

***the determination to value oneself highly in the face of a world that continually indicates that you're worthless is a thing I think about a lot when it comes to xue yang.

#xue yang #aggressively headcanons #the sad queer cultivators show #anyway it's xue yang feelings time on this blog again today i guess

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totkdaily · 17 days

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Day 80: Visions, and Friends Aplenty

It takes until morning, but I find the tear in the geoglyph on the hill above Lake Hyrule.

A vision. I see...

Ancient Hylians in darkness. Rauru at Sonia's grave. This is after that moment at the Blood Moon, then. The Demon King has risen, and they are at war.

Zelda visits the King. Her worry is plain on her face.

She mentions Ganondorf - that name. I'm struggling to understand her meaning - she says a secret stone did something to Ganondorf, whoever that is. But… Zelda's words suggest that Ganondorf, the Demon King and the creature below the castle are one and the same. I knew I was right about the Demon King and the creature. But who is Ganondorf? Is that who the Demon King was before?

I piece the visions together in my mind with difficulty - it's been months. But the man who became the Demon King - I've seen him before. He led the Gerudo when they tried to attack Hyrule. Is that Ganondorf? The name… I can only hope the connection to Calamity Ganon is a cruel accident.

Zelda is at the point of despair. My heart aches for her. Rauru dismisses her concerns, though he acknowledges that its his hubris that got them here. Why won't he listen to her? My Zelda.

I need to know more. I think there are four geoglyphs I haven't yet found. Which is easiest to reach? There should be one north east of Lookout Landing, if my map-making is any good. Could I spot it from the tower?

I land briefly on Hyrule Castle itself - there's a shrine. But no geoglyph I can see. Alright, plan B. I head to Tabantha Bridge Stable and from there south.

I scale a flat rock to get a better view - but I suddenly realise it's beneath my feet! And there's a balloon at the far end - Impa's here! She and Cado are right near the tear.

A vision. I see...

A pagoda by a lakeside. Zelda, Sonia and Rauru are taking tea - tears spring to my eyes as I see Zelda at peace, at rest.

Her eyes sparkle, as she talks of our time, or her powers, of me. Zelda. She wants to be able to have all the powers at her disposal - Sonia encourages her pursuit but points out that her own talents are far from insignificant. I am sorry that Sonia died. I am glad that Zelda knew her kindness for a time.

Every path I take leads to an empty pool, with Zelda no closer. Still, I must try.

I travel back to Central Hyrule, intending to head south by the towers to the Gerudo region - I think there is a geoglyph in the Highlands there.

Running across Hyrule Field feels like the old days. But then I hear voices - it's Hoz's crew! Looks like they're going monster hunting - I gear up and join them.

Hoz is grateful once we clear out the camp - I even get paid! He says they're heading to Fort Hateno next, and wonders about my sword - he's heard something of the Master Sword.

I'd almost forgotten about it. It's been in only one of my visions. Zelda must not have received it until after the Imprisoning War. What did she do with it then? But it was broken anyway. The time of the sword is over.

I gather the useful monster parts Hoz and his crew left behind, and look around for the tower I was aiming for - but then I spot the familiar purple light of Kilton's shop - now Koltin's - and before I know it I'm sprinting across the field in the dark to catch him. I must have so many gems since I last saw him.

Well, I have seven. But it's enough for him to give me a pair of trousers.

He's parked right outside Lookout Landing, so I run back and fetch a horse from Lester - Pumpkin will do well for this adventure, I think.

#totkdaily #day 80 #another big day - two visions a monster crew trip and Koltin!#totk #loz #zelda #legend of zelda

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itsanerdlife · 1 year

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Twisted Love 6

Pairing: Clint Barton x Castle!Reader

Warnings: Death. Tragedy. Loss. Cheating. Spicy, let’s just say that. It’s gonna be spicy.

Oh yeah there’s Smut, like early on. I’m not even sorry.

In a dark world, the one thing you don’t want is to find out the one you trust, who you’d give your life up for, isn’t as faithful as you thought. When tragedy pulls my marriage apart, at the seams. Everything seems to just get worse from there. Only my husband isn’t going to let things go that easy, I find that out when he drags me back home. The only D we agree to, was till Death and that just might be the only thing left. But for who?

“Who is Sophia?” Frank glares at him.

He storms after his wife.

“I have some things to do today tell T to get ready.” She casually calls back at him.

“Who is Brock?” Frank snarls after them.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Clint demands.

“Don’t worry Shug, I’m stocked up on plan B, Brock wasn’t much for suiting up either.” She laughs lightly, a smug dangerous grin on her lips.

“Excuse me?!” Her father blanches.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Sweets.” He warns her through his teeth.

“Why?” Her head tips, the ruined messy bun completely gone, long strands falling over her shoulder. She slips a step closer to him. “Should I ask who you’ve been coming in while I’ve been away?” Her brown jerks up.

“You don’t get to disrespect me while I’m still leaking down your thighs.” He bares his teeth.

“Oh I walked into the wrong part of that conversation.” Barney groans joining them.

“Someone better start answering my questions!” Her father barks loudly. “Who is Brock?”

“Your daughters boyfriend.”

She shrugs.

“Well actually,” Barney chuckles, she turns to glare at her brother in law. “he was my breakfast date.” He grins with pride.

Y/N shakes her head not bothering to remark on that.

“Meaning what?” Frank wonders.

“Clint killed him. Barney disposed of him.” She rolls her eyes.

“You knew he was a dead man the second he opened his mouth in that club.” Barney shrugs.

“Club?” Franks blinks at them.

“I was working in a club, in lingerie for dollars, daddy.” She beams at her father, proudly.

“This is how we die.” Barney swallows.

“Fuck.” Clint drags his hand over his face.

“If I’m being honest it was a sex club for dollars.” She corrects herself.

“Well it wasn’t for dollars kitten, smallest bill you had was a twenty.” Barney chuckles under his breathe.

Clint glares at his brother.

Frank pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Your mother is rolling in her grave.” Frank grumbles.

“Tell me it’s a lie, Y/N.” Clint sighs heavily, his chest tightening.

“What would be a lie?” She bats her eyes at him.

His jaw clenches, glaring at her. “Don’t play dumb.” He warns.

“Guess I’m just dumb.” She sasses back.

“Tell me it’s a lie anyone else, another man is coming in you!” He yells suddenly.

“Oh fuck.” T appears next to Frank. Who looks to be praying to the ceiling.

She licks her lips, staring back at him. Something dark flashes in her eyes.

“I’m not the only one you’re coming in.” Her voice light like a whisper but packed with a right hook blow.

Frank turns to glare at him.

Barney swallows hard.

“Don’t worry, Clint.” She pats his cheek light with a smug grin. “Plan B doesn’t expire, you can keep pretending you love me, and you won’t have to worry about any repercussions of it.” She steps back, looking to T.

“Be a dear and send like a hundred boxes to Sophia, that should keep her stocked for like two – three months, you know how Clint gets some weeks.” She waves her hand dismissively.

“That’s enough Y/N.” He growls at her.

“We could get divorced.” She throws out, smirking at him. Leaving the four of them shocked and silent.

“Y/N.” Franks warns.

“Easy Kitten.” Barney blinks wildly.

“We said till Death. The only D that will ever end this marriage.” He reminds her.

She shrugs. “You or me, Darlin?”

The seriousness in her voice, the ice cold in her eyes. This wasn’t a ploy to rile him up, to pick a fight. She meant this.

“T get ready, I have something’s to do today.” She smirks at him.

“It’s never a good feeling when you grin like that.” T sighs.

“Just evening the playing field.” She smirks.

With that she turns leaving them. The door of the room she’s staying in closed a moment later.

“Who is Sophia?” Frank snarls at him.

“You are not my issue right now Frank. I have to deal with your unstable, crazy ass daughter!” He heads for his bedroom. “And don’t you think about doing anything she told you too T!” He demands before opening his bedroom door.

“He does realize she will kill me first?” T asks quietly.

“I’ll do it!” Barney volunteers.

“Charles!” Clint calls after his brother.

“He’s long gone.” T calls back.

“What the Fuck is happening in this fucking house!?” Frank demands.

It’s quiet for a moment.

“I fucked up with your daughter and I’m about to repent for my sins… in the worst of ways.” He relies closing the door to his room.

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Lights change slowly. Pretty woman, wander around. The music in time with the lights.

Deep black hair, meets the small of her back. Emerald green eyes. Full lips and a pretty face, and body most men would pay to lick.

“Are you a vouyer or just bashful?” She flashes a dazzling and alluring smile.

“Maybe both?” Smiling at her from my seat in the wide leather chair.

“Most vouyers aren’t woman in my experience.” She tucks a strand of hair back.

“Why do men get to have all the fun?” Sipping from my glass.

“Looking to have some fun today?” She offers.

“I was actually hoping you could tell me if you were hiring?” Tipping my head.

“At the club? Yeah, we are. I can grab a manager for you.” She offers with a wave of her hand behind her.

“Please?” I grin at her.

She nods leaving quickly.

“That is not the way I thought that was going to go.” T leans over speaking close to my ear.

“Who said I’m done?” I grin at him.

He shakes his head for a moment. “You planning to fuck your husbands mistress too?” He lifts a brow at me.

A grin on my lips, dragging my bottom lips, shrugging a shoulder.

“I have to know how she’s better than me to steal my husband.” I smirk at him.

“Listen to me.” He snaps his fingers in front of my face. “Do not, you hear me, do not kill this woman in public.” He stares back at me.

“I’m not.” I laugh.

“Yeah lookin like Harley Quinn over there. Like you aren’t ready to snap her neck and parade her body around like Shamo at Sea World.” He rolls his eyes.

“Shamo did it right, he bite off the parts. I could always gift my husband with hers.” I point out to him. He sighs, glaring at me.

“That’s not what you were supposed to take from that.”

“I know” I grin as Sophia and what I can only assume is the manager come towards us.

“Clint going to kill us.” T sighs.

“Fair is only fair.” I laugh.

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Clint ‘Destory Me, I’ll Thank You’ Barton: @nickyl316h

#Marvel #Mafia!Clint Barton x Castle!Reader #Avengers #Clint x Reader #Twisted Love #Marvel Fanfiction #Clint Barton AU Series #Avengers Fanfiction #Clint AU Series

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o-kaythislooksbad · 7 months

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@ailesswhumptober day 4: hiding an injury / betrayal / lying [does lying by omission count as lying? maybe. does clark hate that bruce knows about his past with lex? of course. does bruce think their relationship is a betrayal? absolutely. aka bruce finds out about kon's origins, and is not having a good time right now. adjacent to the titans fic, mostly just an exercise in writing m and dick as bros, and angsty superbat sharing a braincell]

"does supes know?" m asks, watching his husband throw kon into the air and catching him like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"yeah. he's visiting the cave, though the bat's barely talking with him. guy can really hold a grudge." dick yawns, then takes a sip of his coffee. it really is too damn early for this conversation, especially with the amount of people in the tower who can overhear them, either by sound or by thought.

"what's the bat got to do with anything?"

"superman's dna was used to make kon," dick starts, looking into m's eyes to try catching a glimpse of his brain at work. "the man of steel. the guy whose skin cannot be pierced with anything short of kryptonite, which neither luthor nor his associates possessed at the time of the kid's conception."

m's eyes light up. "and batman keep records and contingencies of all potential 'threats' in the cave," m nods. "so he must've sold out our boy in blue. that's cold."

"sure, we'll go with that answer," dick says, pointing at apollo with his mug, then raising it to the man's husband.

"no fucking way," m replies gleefully, "no. fucking. way. people call us the world's queerest as an insult to us and the world's finest, not as a comparison."

"to be fair, a lot of bigoted assholes do refer to you two that way."

- - - -

"a toothbrush? brucie, batsie, baby. love of my life. a toothbrush. one of the most disposable items in existence, as a gesture to your commitment. 'here, take this cheap plastic -"

"- it was three hundred dollars, clark - "

" - as a reflection of my devotion to you. and, as a bonus, i'll sell it to your worst enemy.' thanks a lot, b, i really appreciate it." clark hasn't raised his voice, not once, since his unexpected appearance at the cave, but his disappointment and rage is palpable. he's hovering a few feet above the ground, staring down at bruce, with the red in his eyes a fraction away from turning into laser beams and disintegrating him on the spot.

"it's in your favorite color, and your teeth are much stronger than any human's, clark; i designed it specifically for you." bruce's voice isn't breaking, it's not, because he's the batman and he doesn't get emotional over trivial things like this.

"bullshit!" clark swears, and really, it's almost a shame no one else is hear to catch the big blue boy scout uttering a no-no word. "it was one of your ploys to get my dna, for one of your end-of-the-world plans, and i was a fool to trust you."

"omaha." bruce barely exhales to form the word. clark can hear him, of course, he always can. but clark, bless his heart, is so caught up about the goddamn toothbrush that it takes him a beat to recognize that bruce said the code word.

"- could justify a high price point on a dental - wait. omaha?"

"omaha, smallville. ring a bell?"

"what?" clark asks softly as his feet connect with the stone floor. heat pools in his belly and burns his irises and he can taste the sweat on lex's upper lip.

"come on, clark. you can play the big dumb oaf all you want, but you can't look me in the eyes and tell me you really thought that your dental records would be enough to make him. there's still so much i don't know about your biology, but we both know that it takes more than saliva off a toothbrush to create a child."

#word stuff #ailesswhumptober2023 #fanfic #midnighter #dick grayson #bruce wayne #clark kent

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darchildre · 1 month

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A Costume Piece, part 1

In which Raffles and Bunny plan to steal some purple diamonds and Bunny learns more about the art and craft of burglary.

Thing 1:

...never had I seen him so excited before. Had he been following Rosenthall's example? [ie, drinking] His coming to my rooms at midnight, merely to tell me about his dinner, was in itself enough to excuse a suspicion which was certainly at variance with my knowledge of A. J. Raffles.

Bunny. My sweet boy. There are two possibilities for why Raffles is in your rooms at midnight, both of them are criminal, and only one of them can E W Hornung write about explicitly.

(I should cut Bunny some slack here - this is only his second entry into crime qua burglary, after all.)

And Raffles leaned towards me with a sly, slow smile that made the hidden meaning of his visit only too plain to me at last.

Okay, no, I can see why Bunny is confused. He hasn't yet realized that stealing jewelry from people is one of Raffles' biggest kinks.

Thing 2: Bunny wrote an article about the jewel robbery that he himself helped commit, oh my god, amazing. I missed that detail on my last read through and now all I want is an au where Bunny becomes an established crime reporter, like Peter Parker taking pictures of Spider-man.

Thing 3:

"My dear fellow, I would rob St. Paul's Cathedral if I could, but I could no more scoop a till when the shopwalker wasn't looking than I could bag the apples out of an old woman's basket. Even that little business last month was a sordid affair, but it was necessary, and I think its strategy redeemed it to some extent. Now there's some credit, and more sport, in going where they boast they're on their guard against you. The Bank of England, for example, is the ideal crib; but that would need half a dozen of us with years to give to the job; and meanwhile Reuben Rosenthall is high enough game for you and me. We know he's armed. We know how Billy Purvis can fight.It'll be no soft thing, I grant you. But what of that, my good Bunny—what of that? A man's reach must exceed his grasp, dear boy, or what the dickens is a heaven for?" "I would rather we didn't exceed ours just yet," I answered laughing, for his spirit was irresistible, and the plan was growing upon me, despite my qualms.

A) This whole speech and the bit before it where Raffles talks about himself as an artist is adorable and I love it and I love him so much. He's so excited and so clearly deliberately being charming and showing off to appeal to Bunny and it's so cute.

B) And it works - Bunny also clearly thinks he is adorable and and charming and ridiculous. It's sad that he loses his enthusiasm as soon as Raffles leaves - Bunny would be having a lot more fun all 'round if he didn't think so much.

Thing 4:

With all his charming frankness, there was in Raffles a vein of capricious reserve which was perceptible enough to be very irritating. He had the instinctive secretiveness of the inveterate criminal.

This is going to be Bunny's chief complaint about Raffles for the rest of time. There are lots of potential reasons for it: Bunny is right and Raffles doesn't trust him fully (likely); Raffles is a control freak who needs to be in charge of all the details of their crimes (yuuup); Raffles likes impressing and surprising Bunny more than basically anything else in the world (absolute truth); etc. In the specific case wherein Raffles doesn't tell Bunny the details of how he disposed of the results of their first robbery, I wonder if there's a desire to keep Bunny away from the grubbier aspects of what they're doing, like fencing things and interacting with other criminals, so as not to scare him off (or make Raffles seem grubby through the interaction). Bunny's only along for the "fun" parts of the robbery - this may also be part of not wanting him to be part of casing Rosenthall's house, which is probably mostly quite boring. (But also the control freak thing.)

Of course, this always backfires, because Bunny doesn't know the reasons why he shouldn't involve himself. Oh my god, just have an actual conversation!

Thing 5: Disguises! Oh how I love the goofy disguises! I especially love the little detail of Raffles "he who would only smoke one brand of cigarette!" switching tobaccos for verisimilitude.

#letters from bunny #raffles #a costume piece

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pinkiepiebones · 6 months

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man the more I think about the fuhnaff movie the angrier I get

I WANTED to like it. I was 26 when the first game came out. I remember seeing the fucking game trailers before it took the LP world by storm. Scott Cawthon revealed himself to be a massive piece of human garbage ofc but I guess I was naievely hoping 1) the money goes to Blumhouse folks and B) someone who is not Scott did the writing.

-The writing was awful. Like. The aunt was murdered by Golden Freddy* and that was never addressed? Her body was just there in Mike's house? And, oh, yay, Afton said "I always come back!" But within the context of the movie that made no fucking sense! I GET putting shit in for fans, but jesus, he wasn't Springtrap, he was still Afton! This was the first time the audience met him

-Whyyyyyyy was there so much goddamned focus on Mike. The first FNAF had an appeal because it was mysterious and tense. The animatronics don't move right away. But no let's focus 70% on this guy who, if I remember right, is actually his brother's killer??? And then he was groomed by Afton to lure more kids to their deaths?????? Maybe?????? Why was a movie called "Five Nights at Feddy's" so completely unfocused on the five nights or Freddy.

-We needed a lot more of the stage show. I wanted outdated animatronic banter like fucking Chuck E Cheese. I wanted more than one way-too-on-the-nose song. Like, jokes about Foxy having his own stage (also wasn't Foxy supposed to be in a room separate from the main party room?) Give us a full-on flashback to how Freddy's used to be, complete with Spring Bonnie walking around and pulling children away from parties.

-The tone was all over the place. So wait, the animatronics are stuffed with dead children's bodies and the souls of those children make them move?? So the children murder people?? Do they think every adult is the person who killed them so they're trying to get revenge?? But also they're under Afton's control so they're not trying to get revenge?? I didn't care about Mike's trouble with his little sister. The aunt subplot was unneeded.

-How could Abby hear/ see(?) the ghosts?? Why only those ghosts?? Who was the Golden Freddy kid?

-Vanessa fucking threw pills into a creek or whatever that was. You don't fucking dispose of meds like that, it can severely impact the local ecosystem. I get she was trying to make a point but jesus.

-What was that scream????????

-Seriously why wasn't the movie like half the actual game, seeing the animatronics start to move and roam and make the choking sobbing and gasping noises, Chica rummaging in the kitchen, cameras going out, etc and half learning the horrible secrets behind it all.

-Was Chica trying to put Abby into Circus Baby? If so why would Circus Baby be there at all

-Painfully PG. The springlocks tearing Afton's insides apart looked like he was having an IBS episode and spilled ketchup on his shirt. I know the core fanbase NOW is children but it's also a HORROR game. I also know they're going to pull the same shit they did for M3GAN, PG-13 in theatres, "unrrated" for the physical release. Still, it really steams my rice. Even the babysitter getting got was a shadow.

-Was Vanessa a real cop or was she cosplaying for her dad's convoluted as fuck plans????

-I still don't get how the whole "if we vandalise the place in the day, Mike will get fired" thing was going to work. No one else comes to Feddy's at night (except "it's my beat" Vanessa)

-Os there a dead kid inhabiting Cupcake??????????

At least the actual, physical puppets/animatronics were cool.

#I will take no rebuttals. Let me vent.

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slightly-smarter-nat · 2 years

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Prison Break || The Unknown Widow

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova x Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Mentions of torture; Explicit language; mentions of weapons; mentions of injury, mentions of blood; Alexei just kidding; mentions of the Red Room, description of sterilisation of Widows. If I have missed any warnings, please let me know.

Word Count: 4194 words.

Summary: It’s time to break Alexei out of prison; will he be as useful as Natasha hopes in taking down the Red Room?

A/N: Part 8 of ‘The Unknown Widow’. This ended up being longer than expected-oops. Aspects of this part were inspired by the music included on the ‘Black Widow movie soundtrack’- ‘Red Rising’, Lorne Balfe. I hope you all enjoy!!

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform) copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Masterlist

Translation: “прощайте, мудаки”, roughly translates to ‘Farewell, douchebags’.

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GIF not mine

Prison Break- The Unknown Widow:

-The Seventh Circle Prison-

We steadily hover over the Russian Prison; on the way here we- meaning mostly Natasha, formed a plan in order to rescue Alexei Shostakov; the infamous Red Guardian himself. From my time in the Red Room, I can remember how Dreykov reminisced on the days that he used the Red Guardian to his ‘full disposal’. I did always wonder what happened to him- well now I know.

Yelena receives a ping on her device to signal that Alexei has activated his ear piece/tracker. She is sitting up front with Natasha, piloting the aircraft. I would help, but Natasha made it very clear that she doesn’t want me to have any part in this, for reasons beyond me. All I can think is that she still doesn’t trust me- I guess I’ll have to show her that she can. I could always ask Yelena to put Natasha in her place, but I don’t want to overstep or put her in a position where she has to pick a side.

I look up front when I hear Natasha’s voice boom through my headset, “Today is your lucky day, Alexei”.

Yelena moves the device towards Natasha, I lean forward from my seat at the back to see the screen. I can barely make out the map of the Prison, along with a green dot to represent Alexei’s position.

“Move to the door on the south wall.” Natasha instructs him.

We don’t hear a response from his end, so we can only assume he’s following her instructions.

I choose to crouch down in between the two piloting seats, much to Natasha’s dismay. I just simply roll my eyes at her, whether she likes it or not, I’m involved in this. Yelena shows me the display, sending me a smile before turning her attention back to the scene ahead.

“Go left. Just don’t make a scene.” Natasha guides Alexei through the layout of the Prison.

Distinct shouts of protest can be heard through our headsets, suggesting a brawl breaking out, causing Natasha to comment, “You made a scene, didn’t you?”

“What? You actually expected him to follow simple instructions successfully?” Yelena mocks, causing a smile to grace my lips. From the image they’re painting of Alexei to me, he doesn’t sound very reliable at all.

We can see from the device that he- somehow, managed to escape the Prison through Natasha’s guidance and a few door tricks.

I stand up and look towards the ground, noticing a door flying off its hinges and a scruffy looking man exiting the building-is this really the former Red Guardian?

He staggers across the ground. We hear his voice sound through the communication system, “What now?” He grunts.

“We’re gettin’ you outta here.” Natasha replies.

Yelena and Natasha menovure the aircraft into a better position to allow us better access to Alexei.

“Um, that’s not a good sign.” I say as we watch the swarm of guards and inmates surround Alexei.

Natasha shakes her head before instructing Alexei, “Go to the upper level.”

Alexei scrambles through several gates; whilst avoiding flares being thrown at him by prison guards.

“Move your ass, super soldier.” Natasha encourages him along.

With quick, skilled motions, Alexei scales a wall. That is until he is tasered by a guard, causing him to fall straight back down to the ground.

“He’s never going to make it.” Yelena says.

“Get me closer.” Natasha tells Yelena, causing her to give her a sceptical expression.

“You got a better idea?” Natasha finishes off.

I see this as my opportunity to help, so I stand in front of Natasha as she gets up from her seat, “Natasha, let me help, come on I’ll go down there and help Alexei. You can stay here with Lena.” I attempt to plead my case to Natasha.

“No Lara, just go sit down and I’ll deal with it.” She says as she grabs the equipment needed to scale down to the ground.

“Why not Natasha, just because you have the title of an Avenger, doesn’t mean-“ Natasha cuts my words off with an outburst.

“It’s because I don’t trust you Lara. You’ll just end up screwing the mission up and I can’t allow that to happen.” She glares at me, causing me to look towards the ground in hurt. I’d do anything to protect either of them, but hearing Natasha confirm my suspicions sends a wave of uneasiness through me.

I miss the way Yelena glares at Natasha, silently signalling for her to let me help.

Natasha releases a heavy sigh before saying, “Fine, go up front with Yelena, and help her pilot this thing.”

I look up to her in surprise; not expecting her to change her mind. I remove my headset before rushing over to the front with Yelena, placing Natasha’s headset over my head. I look over to Yelena and give her a heartfelt smile, knowing she will have had something to do with Natasha’s sudden change of heart.

Yelena gives me a light punch on the arm, causing me to playfully roll my eyes as I get into position and buckle up.

Natasha asks for us to unlock the door; I press the unlock switch and look over to her as she readies herself for her jump.

Once the door is opened, she grabs hold of a rope-like material and leaps down from the aircraft.

She swings as Yelena and I gently guide the aircraft down, allowing her an easier landing.

She masters a flip from the rope and lands heroically on one of the top levels; holding many guards.

I raise an eyebrow at her form; and Yelena shakes her head, “Such a poser.” Yelena says, causing me to laugh, remembering our conversation in the gas station store.

Whilst maintaining control of the aircraft, we watch as she uses the rope to swing and kick a guard directly off the platform. She then delivers harsh strikes on the other guards, alternating which foot she uses to carry out her attacks. Natasha then sends the rope swinging directly into the remaining guard- the metal hook at the end serving as a means to knock him out.

As soon as she takes out the guards, I remove my headset and unbuckle my seatbelt and go towards the open door.

Yelena snaps her head towards me, “You’ll be alright on your own won’t you?” I say as I prepare my suit for the jump to the ground.

“Wait, what are you doing? Natasha said to stay on here!” Yelena shouts, compensating for the sound of rushing air muffling her words.

“Natasha can say what she likes, that doesn’t mean that I have to listen to her. See you in a bit!” I say as I jump out of the aircraft.

Yelena can’t hold this against me, she should be used to my spontaneous behaviour by now.

As I am falling down towards the ground, I activate my suit’s glide mechanic, causing a strengthened material to make wing-like shapes under my arms and between my legs. Allowing me to control my movements in the air. This feature is possibly the only good thing to come out of the Red Room, it allows me to cover more ground quickly, and has saved my life more times than I care to remember.

Thankfully, I zoom straight past Natasha- avoiding the infuriated expression I’m sure she’ll be displaying at my blatant disregard for her words.

I tilt my arms in the appropriate directions to avoid stray bullets and structures that I don’t want to crash into. As soon as I spot Alexei, I place my arms down my side and charge my way down to the ground.

I pick my target- an inmate striking Alexei, and I plough straight into him- taking him out instantly.

Once I deactivate my glide mechanic, I get to work in defending Alexei, giving him a clear window to make his way up to the higher platform, and board the aircraft.

“Get to Natasha, I’ll deal with these guys.” I tell Alexei, I expect him to move but he just looks at me in shock.

“Go!” I shout which seemingly knocks him out of his trance as he makes his way across the ground.

An inmate grabs my shoulder, which causes me to grab his wrist tightly and twist it, causing him to yelp in pain. I duck under his arm, causing it to stretch behind him, I push it hard causing a snapping noise to sound through the air. I ignore his cries of pain and kick him away as I move to the next inmate approaching.

I aim my grappling hook at him and swing it enough to latch onto his prison uniform; I pull harshly on the rope, bringing the inmate close to me. Using the advantage of the velocity travelled by the inmate, I deliver a brutal hit to his face. This causes his legs to come from under him due to the force, allowing me to punch him to the ground.

I quickly glance up to see Yelena steering out of control due to the guards firing at her. She nearly takes Natasha out in the process as she tries to regain control. I wince at the close calls Natasha has with the propellers of the aircraft.

After a few seconds of swaying, Yelena finally regains control. All I can see from my lower position is Natasha waving her arms frustratedly at Yelena, most likely telling her to steer away.

Due to my distraction, I fail to notice the guard making his way towards me, allowing him to get a free strike at my jaw. The force from the hit sends me down to the ground, I gently grab my jaw, cringing at the pain. I look over to the guard, seeing him activate a stun baton.

I feel an excess of blood fill my mouth from the hit, I spit it out on the snow below me and stand up. The guard gulps at my protective stance. He lunges towards me, attempting to stun me with the baton. I quickly grab it; placing a hand on the weapon and his arm and kick him in the stomach, causing him to let go. Once he stumbles back I use the baton to send a shockwave through his neck, after a cry of pain I put him out of his misery and headbutt him to knock him out.

I give my head a firm shake to even out the pain throbbing through it.

Suddenly I hear a huge explosion behind me, I look up to see one of the guard watch towers has exploded.

I look around confused until I notice Yelena holding a rocket launcher in her hands. I know she isn’t looking at me, but I give her a disapproving shake of the head at her actions- she’s far from discreet, I’ll give her that.

A distant rumbling fills the air, causing us all to look around. At first I can’t pinpoint where it’s coming from, until I see the snow build up in the distance slowly making its way towards us.

“Oh my- Yelena!” I shout in annoyance, realising she’s caused an avalanche.

“Tell me that’s a good sign for us!” I hear Alexei shout not far from me.

“Move your asses!” Natasha shouts to us both from the higher level.

We instantly bolt towards the ladders, desperate to make it to higher ground.

The snow starts coming in rapidly, causing many guards and inmates to scramble back inside the prison to take cover.

Alexei launches himself from a guard’s shield to hop up to the next level.

I avoid most of the crowds by using my grapple hook to hoist myself up, level by level.

The inmates pick up their pace, as the rumbling becomes even louder, signifying its closeness.

“Get us outta here!” Natasha shouts up to Yelena, hoping she’ll move herself over enough for us to board the aircraft and escape.

I finally make it up to Natasha’s level, I jog over to her completely out of breath from my efforts, waiting for her to make her move.

She turns to me with a hardened glare, “I told you to stay!” She shouts.

To which I reply with a breathless, “I know.”

I clutch my sides, breathing heavily as she continues, “Yet you’re standing in front of me-“ I hold my hand up to stop her.

“Look, this lecture is absolutely mind blowing, but I think we’ve got an escape to master so if you’ll excuse me.” I say as I look up to see Yelena lining up the rope for us to leap on.

Natasha and I take a running start, going alongside each other in sync as we finally cross the railing and latch onto the ropes hanging from the aircraft.

Yelena pulls up so she can do a U-turn and rescue Alexei- whilst narrowly avoiding multiple explosions.

I clutch onto the rope for dear life, swinging along with the aircraft’s movements. I squint to attempt to locate Alexei, that’s when I spot him yelling at us to pick him up.

I look down at Natasha, she looks at me and then nods up, signalling for me to go. I struggle up the rope, trying to make my way back into the aircraft as she attempts to grab Alexei.

Yelena finally lines the aircraft’s route with Alexei. The snow starts to build up, making it extremely difficult to see if Natasha caught Alexei.

As I’m near the top, I grunt as the snow surrounds me and nearly causes me to lose my grip from the force.

However, Yelena manages to lift us up into the air, avoiding being lost to the avalanche. I look down to see Alexei clutching onto Natasha, relieved that she managed to grab him.

I use one last exertion of force to pull myself back into the aircraft, gasping for air at the struggle.

I hear Yelena laughing at the front, causing me to get up and go over to her.

“First of all, what the hell were you thinking!?” I say as I playfully flick her head, causing her to let out an exaggerated ‘ow’.

“Secondly, well done Lena!” I say as I place a grateful kiss on her head for saving us.

“What did you expect, I am a pro after all.” She states.

I hear grunting from behind me, so I rush over to help lift Natasha into the aircraft, which she actually allows me to do for once. I’m about to pull Alexei up but he has already lifted himself up.

“I do actually need some help up here!” Yelena shouts.

I looked over in confusion- why didn’t she just ask whilst I was standing there?

Natasha gently guides me aside as she takes her place next to Yelena. I’m hoping these signs of gentleness are an indication that she finally trusts that I’m in this to protect everyone and stop the Red Room.

I sit down on one of the seats in the back, finally being able to relax after the near death experience.

Alexei staggers over to the doorway, shouting “прощайте, мудаки!”

I roll my eyes, just hoping he doesn’t fall out as he’s shouting otherwise that entire mission would be a waste.

He slams the door shut before running his fingers through his hair.

“Oh, that was exciting; oh, I’m so proud of you girls.” He says, breathing heavily.

I lean my head back onto the wall of the aircraft, closing my eyes for a moment until Alexei shouts, “Oh, you can’t hear me, huh?” -If only that were true at this moment in time- with having my newfound headache making its appearance.

Natasha and Yelena attempt to ignore him as he tries to catch their attention.

He looks around and sees a spare headset resting from across me, he quickly grabs them and places them on his head. I release a sigh and grab the set next to me so I can hear what he’s about to say.

“Ah… wow.”

He releases a grunt of pain in response to a punch in the face delivered by Yelena. I quickly covered my mouth in order to suppress the laugh that was desperate to escape.

After a few groans, and a rub of his face, he continues, “Okay, why the aggression, huh? Is it your time of the month?”

I roll my eyes at this, here we go.

“I don’t get my period, dipshit. I don’t have a uterus.” Yelena tells him.

“Or ovaries.” Natasha includes as she glances out at the scene surrounding us.

“Yeah. That’s what happens when the Red Room gives you an involuntary hysterectomy. They kind of just go in and they rip out all of your reproductive organs. They just get right in there and they chop them all away, everything out, so you can’t have babies.” Yelena informs him as she acts out all of the actions involved in the process.

Alexei releases many uncomfortable noises at hearing the details of what the Widows have to endure.

He staggers back and is about to sit next to me, to which I tell him, “Don’t even think about it.” Causing him to sway himself to sit on the other side of the aircraft.

He looks over at Yelena as he takes a seat, “You don't have to get so clinical and nasty.”

By this point, Natasha and Yelena glance over at him, “Oh, well, I was about to talk about Fallopian tubes, but okay.” She looks over at me before turning back to face the front, I give her an amused smirk at her attempt to wind Alexei up.

Alexei looks over at me, in a similar way he did when he first saw me at the Prison. The surprise in his face confuses me.

“You know, I am surprised you’re here with the girls, you know with the whole history and everything.” He states directly to me.

I lean forward towards him, “What? What history? What are you talking about?”

Natasha briefly glances at me and shouts, “Don’t listen to him, he tends to make shit up. I wouldn’t worry about it!”

Alexei looks at her with his mouth open, shocked that she would accuse him of such things. I lean back and think over what he said- the only history I have with Yelena and Natasha is that of the Red Room- nothing further, but that wouldn’t warrant me not working with them. I want to push Alexei further until he turns towards Yelena and Natasha.

“It means so much to me that you came back for me.”

“No. No. You’re gonna tell us how to get to the Red Room.” Natasha firmly instructs Alexei, not wanting to entertain his words.

He looks over at me in uncertainty, “Huh? Whoa, look at you, huh? All business.” He clearly takes offence to Natasha’s blunt tone towards him.

“Trust me, this isn’t pleasure.” Natasha enlightens him.

I lay across the seats in the back, releasing a pained sigh at the conversation at hand.

“Little Natasha, all indoctrinated into the Western agenda.”

“I chose to go west to become an Avenger. ‘Cause they treated me like family.” Natasha attempts to defend her actions of leaving Russia to start her new life away from the trauma of the Red Room.

Alexei looks at Natasha in disbelief, “Really? Family? Well, where are they now? Where is that family now?”

I look over at Yelena, seeing her glance over at Natasha. It seems that she’s not the only one who still holds a grudge for Natasha attempting to move on within their little ‘family’ that was created; and in Natasha’s eyes, left behind in Russia- in the Red Room.

Natasha dismisses Alexei’s attempt to tarnish her relationship with the Avengers, “Tell me where the Red Room is.”

He takes a moment to pause, glancing at each one of us before saying, “I have no idea.” We all scoff in return- knowing he has some knowledge that could help us.

Natasha roughly removes her headset and makes her way to the back. She taps at my legs, causing me to sit up, “Go sit with Yelena.” She tells me quietly.

I huff a breath of exhaustion before moving past her and sitting in the pilot seat next to Lena. I place the headset on before taking hold of the piloting controls needed to guide the aircraft.

Natasha knocks Alexei’s headset from his head as she sits in the seat I was recently occupying, “Come on. You and Dreykov were like…”

“Dreykov?” Alexei exclaims.

Causing Natasha to confirm.

“General Dreykov, my friend, huh?” He says as he slams his back into the aircraft surface, “Gives me glory… Soviet Union’s first and only super soldier. I could have been more famous than Captain America. Then he buries me in Ohio on that stupid mission.” He rambles on.

I scoff in disgust, what I would have given to be placed in Ohio, pretending to be part of a family; instead of being tortured daily and being sent to kill not just enemies, but allies once they had outlived their use. I grip the controls tightly, annoyed at Alexei’s lack of awareness.

“Three years! So tedious, boring me to tears. No offense, huh?” He says to Yelena as she looks at him in loathing.

I look over at Yelena, attempting to catch her eye; she looks over and I give her a slight nod- a silent question of ‘are you okay?”

She gives me a nod in response, guiding her vision back to the snowy mountains in front of us.

Unfortunately, Alexei continues his rambling, “Then puts me in prison for the rest of my life. Why, huh? Why? Why would he put me in… You know why? ‘Cause maybe I want to talk about the withering of the state; or maybe I don’t like his hair or something and I say something casually about that. Maybe, you know-“

I attempt to zone him out after that, hoping that he’ll exhaust himself with his words and give our ears a rest.

Though my attention is spiked as soon as I hear him say, “I’m not the one who killed his daughter.”

I glance back at Natasha attempting to gauge her reaction- Though Yelena picked up on this topic in Budapest, part of me has always wondered what involvement Natasha really had in Dreykov’s Daughter’s death. It always seemed that on the anniversary of her death was when Dreykov was at his worst- the pain inflicted on me mostly increased. I had no involvement in this so I want to know why I was effectively punished in her place.

Natasha just looks away with a shake of her head, attempting to cover up her hurt with the topic being brought up.

“Though, I guess he got his payback with that one right?” Alexei says cryptically, directing his gaze towards me. I look over at Natasha confused; she mirrors my expression.

Yelena sighs before asking- clearly dismissing Alexei’s odd comment, “Can we throw him out of the window now?”

I continue to look at Natasha, though hopeful now, wanting her to agree to Yelena’s suggestion. We’ll have to get Alexei to justify his words later on when he’s not as hysterical over Dreykov’s betrayal.

“I think we should wait till we get to a higher altitude.” Natasha remarks, probably more serious than Alexei would like.

Alexei interrupts by asking in Russian, ‘why not ask Melina where it is?’

Yelena whips her head around and asks, “Wait, Mom Melina?”

I look over at her, finally realising where Melina fits into all of this after days of wondering.

Natasha looks at Yelena in a puzzled way until she says to Alexei, “We thought she was dead.”

Alexei simply scoffs at the statement, “You cannot kill a fox that swift.”

I turn my face up in disgust; rather remaining ignorant to his apparent attraction towards Melina.

Yelena smirks at my expression, she’s probably used to Alexei’s vulgar ways.

Alexei briefly explains his and Melina’s role in the Red Room, gracing us with the information of her residency in St. Petersburg.

Having mentioned her being a prime scientist in Dreykov’s schemes, I sit and attempt to recall her presence within the Red Room, having never come across her before. Dreykov made a point for me to be aware of every member of the Red Room, having held a higher rank myself- why would he keep Melina and I separate?

I look over to Yelena when she speaks up, “Uh… I don’t think we have enough fuel for St. Petersburg.” I look at the fuel gauge and see that we have nearly run out of fuel, most likely running on the reserve.

“No, we’re good. We’ll make it.” Alexei assures us.

Yelena gives a lack of convincing, ‘okay’ as a response.

She was right to do so, since we ended up plummeting to the ground shortly after.

If this day has taught me anything, it is that Alexei Shostakov is quite the character.

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