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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 4 years

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In Tatters: Two

Steve walked next to Bucky, their hands laced together. It felt good. The sun was shining, and Spring was finally here. And this, right here, he reflected, squeezing Bucky’s hand, was one of his favorite things about this time.

Affection wasn’t limited to dark corners or their apartment. They could hold hands. They could steal a kiss sometimes. It was just lovely. Comfortable. As they walked into the coffee shop looking for a snack and to find Bucky a coffee drink he might like, what he didn’t expect was for the shop to be mostly empty. He glanced down at his watch and nodded. It was after the morning rush but before the afternoon rush. Later then, he’d thought.

But then, they’d gotten distracted earlier in the bathroom. And one thing had lead to another. And well. It had been a good morning. Good enough, at least that Bucky had let himself be dragged to another coffee shop. Another coffee shop, another try to find a drink he liked beyond Black coffee. Another chance to pander to Bucky’s sweet tooth.

Still, neither of them expect to find one. And neither of them expect it when a girl breezes through the door.

Her hair is bound up in a messy bun, fly aways escaping and falling to frame a heart-stoppingly pretty face. Below that, a series of fashion choices. Thick combat boots, a knee-length hunter green pleated skirt, a black and white flannel tied around her waist, and a black t-shirt bearing the word “Killjoys” in red script handwriting. Cute. Modern. But Cute, they decide with a glance at each other. But she didn’t seem terribly interested in talking.

“You’re late,” one of the baristas called over the counter.

“I know, but I had a script to finish and then an episode to edit,” she says, yawning, “I haven’t even been home yet.”

“Did you sleep at all?” she asked.

“No, so do me a favor? Like three shots in that hippie.”

“Oh my god.”

“What? If my heart blows out of my chest, the hospital is like right around the corner.”

“Y/n,” she scolds, sliding you your pastry and taking your bank card.

“Eh, ‘s not like I’m using it anyway. Maybe a drag queen can soak it in formaldehyde and made a nice headpiece.”

That makes Bucky snort. Loudly enough that you turn around and give him a wink, “See, he gets it!” you tell the girl.

“Still, this much caffeine has GOT to be a liability. Ya, cryptid,” she says, handing you the cup.

“Yeah? Well, until I figure out who I’ve gotta blow to not do retail anymore, espresso and hope are all I got,” you say, giving her a mock salute and turning to stroll out the door.

“Hey,” the girl yells right as you’re at the doorway.

You half- turn with a ‘what?’ gesture.

“Tell Donny I need him to order me a new Lagoon Blue. And an Indigo Blonde.”

You nod and lope out, coffee in hand, and Steve and Bucky look at each other. They liked that. You were fucking feral, but still sweet. What they didn’t like was hearing a kid behind the counter say, “Fuck, she can blow me if she wants. I need a sugar baby.”

“With what fucking money?” the blue-haired girl asked, “She’s not gonna blow you unless your dick is gold plated, and you ejaculate chocolate. Not for no tip money and a coffee.”

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Bucky and Steve have a new favorite coffee shop after that. At first, they come in, hoping to catch a glimpse of you. Figure out your schedule. But they always seem to just miss you. It’s disheartening but, at least the coffee is good, and the kids behind the counter are funny.

Still. Even just the chance of seeing you is enough to keep them coming back. It keeps them wanting more.

So when you waltz through the door carrying with you the smell of a coming storm and for some inexplicable reason, a Chia Pet of Bob Ross, neither of them can breathe for a second. Your skirt, has sloths on in and your shirt is a white men’s button-down, A floppy sun hat shades your face. “Your usual, your highness?” A barista asked, grinning, clearly teasing you.

“I told you, Ivy. If drunk me does things, Sober me was not in the driver's seat and can’t be held accountable.”

“How’s your ankle?” she giggles.

“Not too bad after jumping off a third-story balcony,” you admit, putting a cellophane-wrapped cookie on the counter.

Behind you, Steve and Bucky trade bemused looks. Your night had probably been a lot more interesting than theirs.

“What happened to Tinder Boy?” she asked.

“Oh my god. Ive. He lived with his mother and had unironic rocket ship sheets. I am not trying to do some Bates Motel shit.”

“It couldn’t be that bad.”

You sigh, “No joke, she walked in on us making out because like. I was gonna give him the benefit of the doubt because I, too, am broke as shit. But like. She told us to hurry up so she could come back and tuck him in when he was done.”

“No,” she gasped.

“Yeah. So... pretty sure I’m lucky I left that house with both kidneys.”

You yawn, and she hands you a coffee with a sympathetic smile, “It was your first date since Pash, though.”

“And it was creepy enough that I’m not dating ever again. No joke. Just gonna adopt a herd of yappy little dogs and be single forever,” you tell her, taking a sip.

“We just have to find you someone really hot,” she pressed.

“Can you put some brains in there for me this time? Test drives are entertaining, but I’d like to be able to carry on a conversation without my uterus cringing in fear.”

“That’s fair,” she said, picking up the chia pet, “Is this mine?”

“Yeah,” you say, “You know. Since Joey and I broke your other one.”

Her face lights up, and your smile, “Thanks!” she says, not waiting for a reply before scurrying to the back to put it away.

You find an empty table in a patch of sunshine and sit down, watching people out the window. You like a slow start to your day. Some time to adjust to being awake. You’re blissfully oblivious to anything but the warmth of the cup in your hands. You don’t notice Steve and Bucky trying to work up the guts to come to talk to you. But when their bulky frames block out the sunshine that you’d been enjoying, you aren’t exactly disappointed.

When you look up, guarded but still smiling a little, Bucky feels his heart skip, and he knows Steve does too. You have pretty eyes and plump, juicy red lips. They have a soft spot for that kind of thing. “Yeah?” you ask, taking a sip of coffee.

“We couldn’t help overhearing about your last date,” Steve said, grinning.

“And do you want his number?” you counter mildly.

Bucky snorted, “No, but yours might be nice,” he said, “It’d be a damn shame if you didn’t give anyone else a chance.”

You cock your head and smile a little as you assess them, “So, you expect me to believe that Captain America and Bucky Barnes are interested in me?”

Steve takes a seat at your table, and Bucky follows suit, “Why not?”

“Because you don’t know anything about me,” you remind them, “I could be a psycho.”

“We know you’re funny.” Bucky said, “And I doubt you’re a psycho. Too many social skills.”

“Ted Bundy had social skills,” you counter.

When they look confused, you sigh, “Serial Killer,” you explain.

“Listen,” Steve said, smiling, “All we want is one date. A test drive if you will.”

When you smirk, Bucky gets a distinct impression that “test drive” doesn’t mean a date.

“A test drive, huh?” you say trying not to giggle. Your polite euphemism for a one-night stand sounds incredibly strange coming from Captain America. “We’ll see,” you stand up and pull a card from your bag easily, “Pick me up at 8?”

Bucky takes the card. It has your name and number on it. As well as an email. Apparently, it’s your card for freelance editing, writing, and photography. It was good to know you had gumption. You had to if you had enough money to live.

“Yeah?” Steve said, grinning.

“I’ve made worse choices on a Saturday night,” you tease waltzing back out of the shop with your coffee in hand.

“Steve?” Bucky said slowly.

“Yeah Buck?” he answered

“What are we gonna wear?”

There was a silence as the gears ground to a halt in Steve’s head and he sighed, “Fuck.”

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thehollowprince · 5 years

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Civil War Fixit #1

How the Accords scene in CIVIL WAR should have gone down in production didn't favor Tony the way it did in a Captain America movie.

The Team (that's what the actually called themselves. Avengers was a name that Tony used at the drop of a hat and it had a nice ring when it comes to publicity, but it's a bit pretentious to use among themselves) sat around the conference table in the Compound situation on the Hudson, just upriver from New York. Thaddeus Ross, who had crawled out of whatever dive bar he'd last been seen in to suddenly be named Secretary of State (when will this country ever learn?), was droning on about perspective and accountability (totally unironically, it should be noted) while weaving in a story about a golf game for reference and simultaneously insulting them by calling them "dangerous".

Then came the video presentation, with footage of the battles of Manhattan, D.C., Sokovia and then finally their most recent mission to Lagos, which unfortunately ended in tragedy (but not as much as it could have).

Wanda flinched from the footage and averted her eyes, while Steve noticed and called immediately for it to stop. "Okay. That's enough." Ross nodded to his aide, who turned off the television, because apparently the Secretary wasn't capable of reaching over to push the button himself.

"For the past four years, you've operated with unlimited power and no supervision. That's an arrangement the governments of the world can no longer tolerate. But I think we have a solution." His aid handed him a thick document, very official-looking, and he placed it on the table in front of Wanda. THE SOKOVIA ACCORDS were printed very boldly on the front of the novel-sized manuscript.

"The Sokovia Accords. Approved by 117 countries… it states that the Avengers shall no longer be a private organization. Instead, they'll operate under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if that panel deems it necessary." Secretary Ross went on, as the document was passed from Wanda to Rhodey, who immediately opened it to look inside.

"Yes, we did lose people, but we saved more. It's an ugly statistic, but the innocent are always the first to suffer in any conflict. You would have thought someone with your war record would know that." Steve said, followed by a silence where you could have heard a pin drop. "The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel we've done that."

"Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?" Ross asked.

"Did you seriously just refer to two people who have done more to protect this planet than the entire US military ad weapons of mass destruction?" Natasha countered with a deceptively sweet smile.

"If I misplaced a couple of 30 megaton nukes… you can bet there'd be consequences." Ross said. "Compromise. Reassurance. That's how the world works. Believe me, this is the middle ground."

"So there are contingencies?" Rhodey asked, trying to keep the conversation on track, only to be interrupted by Steve.

"I'm sorry, I'm still stuck on the consequences part."

"Do you truly believe that you've suffered consequences for the actions done by this team? For the buildings you've toppled, the lives you've ruined, the country you destroyed?"

"For the record, Mr. Secretary, the Ultron program and everything it did after coming online is the responsibility of the man sitting behind me." The eyes of the other Avengers shifted to Stark, who was looking at Steve like he'd never seen him before. "Not a single other person at this table had any knowledge of what he was doing in his lab, so if you have issue with what happened in Sokovia, I suggest you take it up with him."

Ross opened his mouth for a rebuttal but Steve beat him to it.

"But, in the spirit of fairness, let's talk consequences." Steve went on. "F.R.I.D.A.Y.?"

"Yes, Steve?" The A.I. said from the speakers.

"Could you roll footage of Culver University, spring semester, 2008?"

The screen that had been off immediately clicked back on and began playing back footage from cellphones and cameras of Ross' failed attempt to contain and capture the Hulk in the middle of a crowded campus, using an unauthorized enhanced human, as well as weapons that put the civilian population in extreme danger. The last image was of the Hulk launching an armored truck at another, the screen immediately going static as the footage was lost.

"Harlem, three days later."

The Hulk's fight with a severely mutated Blonsky showed on the screen next, as well as the atrocities that Emil committed on his own before Banner stepped in to stop him. Ross's face was reddening at having one of his biggest failures played in front of the very people he was trying to intimidate. Harlem was on of his biggest failures and he did a lot to try and distance himself from it.

"Thank you, F.R.I.D.A.Y." Steve said and the screen froze on an image of the infamous Abomination lifting a car above his head, about to crush it into some police officers. "Tell me, Mr. Secretary, where were your consequences? Because from what I understand, you tried to pin the whole thing on Blonsky and Banner, getting a medal and a promotion for your trouble."

Ross stood there, gaping, like a fish out of water, unable to process what was happening. He really should have listened to Phillips back in the day, when he told everyone that Rogers wasn't anything like the propaganda. Sam, Wanda and Natasha were doing their best to not outright laugh.

"How long to we have to come to a decision?" Steve asked as the document was slid in front of him

"Three days." Ross said, straightening his suit and trying to regain his composure. Steve paused in his inspection of the document, looking up and raising an eyebrow at the short time span. "In three days the United Nations meet in Vienna to ratify the Accords."

"And if we come to a decision you don't like?" Natasha asked.

"Then you retire." Ross replied.

"Thank you, Mr. Secretary." Steve said, looking back at the document before him and not even giving the former general the courtesy of eye contact. "We'll be sure to discuss this thoroughly. He looked up then, pinning the older man with America's eyes. "I believe you know the way out." He said before looking back to the document, already a few pages in.

None of the other Avengers stood or showed any sign of walking him to the door, so Ross angrily turned on his heel and left the room.

"Oh, and F.R.I.D.A.Y. could you please provide the Secretary with a list of all the individuals targeted by Project Insight?" Steve's parting shot was quickly followed by a ping to both his personal phone and his aide. When he pulled out the phone, the first to things he saw were his and his daughter's face with a red label declaring them "Priority Targets."

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Sorry if that felt rushed or slightly OOC. I did this quickly on the app because it's dead at work. Part 2 to come shortly.

#sorry not sorry #civil war fixit #how that scene should have happened #steve rogers would totally call bullshit #as would natasha #but more on that later #anti thaddeus ross #anti tony stark #anti sokovia accords #anti accords #my writing #spitefic

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fanfic-scribbles · 4 years

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WIP Wednesday - Dinner Date Ch 6 Excerpt

Me? Forget about WIP Wednesday? Of course n–okay, in all seriousness, I’m succumbing to this ‘time is fake’ thing pretty badly. So here, have a snippet of something that has nothing to do with current events; just a cute couple of shits on a cute date. As of right now this is actually the first part of the next chapter for “Dinner Date”; I hope you enjoy and I’ll see you next week.

“If you steal my fries again I swear I will stab you with my for– goddammit Steve!”

The little shit grinned at me, giving me a full view of my food in his chewing maw. “Fucking gross,” I said and crumpled up a napkin to throw at him.

“Wasteful,” he said in an authoritative tone.

“So use it, Captain Planet.” I said. “And– no!”

I actually smacked his hand away from my fries and his surprise was a point of pride. He scowled but pushed his fry basket towards me. “Trade?”

I snorted and guarded my food. “If I wanted your boring-ass normal fries I would have ordered them. Next time listen to me when I tell you what’s good.”

“Next time,” he agreed. I sighed and pushed my basket over to him. He beamed and all my anger went poof, buh-bye, like a shadow at high noon. Not that I ever intended to tell him that. I poked at his leg with my foot under the table too incessantly to be sexy, but he just ignored me and continued to eat the dish formerly known as My Food. I let him get away with murder, honestly.

I blamed his dumb-cute glasses. And his dumb-cute hat. And his dumb-cute ja– in all seriousness, Natasha had unlocked the ability to make Steve look like a very attractive hipster. He was too much of a dork to pull off the persona. Especially with how unironically happy he looked.

“Do I have something on my face?” he asked and looked up at me from his ill-gotten goods.

“Nah,” I said and smiled. “I’m just wondering how someone with a supposedly photographic memory leaves their wallet at home.”

He ducked his head. Away from the food, surprisingly. “I can’t believe you’re still fixated on that,” he grumbled to the table.

“Believe it,” I said and stole my food back.

“Hey!”

#writing snippet #wip wednesday #dinner date excerpt

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entergamingxp · 4 years

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Duck Game is My New Favorite Hyper-Competitive Quarantine Game

May 19, 2020 10:00 AM EST

Duck Game came out in 2015. Since then, my friends and I have turned this goofy, duck-based game into a competitive blood-pumper.

The way I see it and have experienced it for a while now, every group of friends has their go-to game. Since I was in high school, my group has hopped across every Smash Bros. title out there. But since quarantine started, getting together to play has naturally been impossible, and playing Smash online is…not that great. So, looking through our collective Steam libraries, we found something else to play, something lighthearted and goofy that we could just play while talking to each other. We found Duck Game, and we couldn’t have been more wrong.

Duck Game is a small title developed by Landon Podbielski and published by Adult Swim Games back in 2015. It’s been a shared title among us since around that time; my pals and I would boot it up for an odd game or two every month, thinking nothing of it. My friend Steve and I would often trade victories, have a laugh, then go off to do something else. But that was so long ago, and times have changed so, so much.

You couldn’t really blame us either. Duck Game wears that Adult Swim Games logo proudly. It lives in that company’s weird, wacky brand of humor and owns it. In the game’s “about” section on Steam, you can even find some backstory: “Enter the futuristic year of 1984, an age where ducks run wild in a frantic battle for glory.” In-game, you can accessorize your duck with goofy hats (I always choose the dino one), ragdoll to fool your opponents into thinking you’re dead then pop up and surprise them, or just mash on Duck Game’s truly ahead-of-its-time dedicated quack button.

“Duck Game wears that Adult Swim Games logo proudly.”

The thing about Duck Game is that the game itself is a master of deception. Its goofy-bordering-on-stupidity-ness is all a facade. In reality, Duck Game is a high-intensity esport, the likes of which the world has never seen. It’s more blood pumping than any game in the FGC, requires more tactical thought than Counter-Strike or Valorant, and, given the appropriate funding, Duck Game could have its own Overwatch League.

Ok, a lot of that was hyperbole. That being said, I stand by the claim that Duck Game is deceptively simple and wears its humor and charm like a mask. It is, and this is completely unironic, at times one of the most intense multiplayer games I’ve played with friends.

Getting to this point took more than a couple of games. When you first play Duck Game, it’s rather straightforward: pick up a weapon, shoot the other ducks, win the round. Win enough rounds and you’re the King Duck, the winner of the game. A lot of games go that way in the beginning. But Duck Game has (and I can’t believe I’m going to say this) some tech in it that brings every fight to the next level.

“Duck Game is deceptively simple and wears its humor and charm like a mask.”

My group’s intensification of Duck Game started with realizing that we don’t need weapons when we have boxes. Like learning how to tech in fighting games — ie Melee’s shine — part of the reason why we found new, better ways to play was to be totally and completely disrespectful to each other. It doesn’t get much worse than getting done in by someone throwing a box on your head when you’re armed with a revolver.

From there, each of us tried to find new ways to play Duck Game. Discovering new ways to attack or move fundamentally changes any fighting game, and in Duck Game, that rule still applies. When we found out that you could ragdoll then quickly snap out of it for a boost in vertical movement, races to reach weapons became harder to win. After finding out that your weapon sticks straight up while fluttering after jumping (or by moving up against a wall), being above someone became a dangerous position instead of an advantageous one.

Earlier this week we found another small part of the game that could be used to change how it’s played. If you turn your duck around while fluttering, they raise their gun 90 degrees, from sticking out horizontally to straight up. If you fire at just the right time, a frame that may consist of milliseconds, instead of shooting ahead of you or upwards, you fire at a 45-degree angle, a spot that is usually safe to approach from. The last time I played, one of my friends hit someone with a rocket using that technique, and the game was changed from then on.

It’s the nuances of Duck Game’s combat systems, these small quirks that could be glanced over and forgotten, that make it so addictive to my group. I said before that we played through the library of Smash Bros. titles over the years, but I wasn’t specific enough. We played a lot of Melee through the years, a game whose competitive scene is based on unintended tech. In Melee, gameplay and techniques from the first time that you’ve played are radically different from playing on day 100, or 1000. It gets to the point where you’d think someone is using a different controller, or that the game’s received a major update or patch. Instead, players simply dug into a game, found more tools, and made use of them.

The same has happened with Duck Game. Doing it now, I’m surprised I’m comparing this pixelated, goofy game about ducks shooting the hell out of each other to one of the most beloved titles in the FGC. But the two of them and their common traits are what ingrained them into my group of friends. When we first started playing Melee, I played as whoever I wanted. By the time we moved on to Ultimate, I was playing as Captain Falcon, trying to land perfect Gentlemans into knees. When I started playing Duck Game, it was all about quacking and making it through a round without killing my own duck. Now…well it’s still about quacking, but also using what I’ve learned about the game to win.

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That’s what lies at the base of our intensification of Duck Game: winning. The reason why I learned tech in Melee was to win games more easily. And while Duck Game is inherently funnier than Smash Bros. — and aims to be that first and foremost — it still has a competitive nature. At the end of a game, there’s still a single duck on the podium, holding a trophy. That’s why I love using these new tools and continually finding more. Not only do they evolve the game, but they’re new ways to win. After all, Duck Game is a “frantic battle for glory.” Why wouldn’t I want to see my lil’ quacker at the top?

May 19, 2020 10:00 AM EST

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