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lnsfawwi · 4 months

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Heroism in TFATWS

Let's establish one thing which is that the show operates in a superhero trope, which means there are good guys and bad guys, and the good guys always win. This is not to say that characters are morally clean-cut between good/bad. The Flag Smashers acted out of good intentions; Walker did want to do good things when he took over the mantle. But that doesn't mean they aren't the bad guys in the story, because a person is not only judged by their intentions but also the means and the ends of those intentions.

Sam and Bucky are the heroes in the story, they beat the bad guys (the Flag Smashers) and saved the world. That's how the story ends. That's how all the superhero stories end.

But the show isn't quite that simple, not in the sense that it deals with moral greys, no. Rather, the show really fucks up the boundaries between good/bad, right/wrong, and by extension, the heroism of the show.

Let's say Karli has some vague cosmopolitan worldview, and let's say that's better than the state system so Sam is justified to sympathize with her cause, and sam is rightfully asking the governments to be better. What's the actual, feasible way to achieve Karli's vision? Nice speeches notwithstanding, Sam isn't offering a solution. States aren't going to abandon the system that made them a state just because some hero dressed in an American flag descends from the sky and tells them to. Forced displacement and/or re-settlement happen because the population distribution is screwed, especially in Western Europe where Karli is from. Those states simply do not have the capacity, spatially and financially, to accommodate all the people while the others would be faced with devastating labour shortages. Statecraft is not just about morals, some IR scholars would even argue it's never about morals, you have to do the rationalist calculation. (also sam's speech to the politicians is so.........wrong. it sounds like a 16-year-old wanna-be socialist who spends too much time on leftist tiktok)

Here's the thing, you can agree with the political ideology or not, because it's not about whether it's right or wrong. It's about Sam being a hero who comes from a heavy political background, who represents a set of values that is meant to transcend a single country, advocating that ideology whilst being completely naive about it.

Steve embodies a similar idealism that makes him a hero, but not a leader. He's a leader because he can lead, he assesses the situation, sets a goal, and gives out tasks to achieve that goal. In the show, Sam is not demonstrating effective leadership, although not entirely his fault.

When you have the 'hero' indiscriminatorily endorsing the villain's philosophy, it doesn't mean the hero is empathetic, it means the hero is fucking bullshit. What makes a hero isn't merely stopping bad guys, it's also offering a better alternative even when the villain kinda makes sense. Superheroes are supposed to offer moral lessons through their heroism, which often takes place as they defeat evil. Without that, they're just dudes stopping fights, not heroes fighting for causes. The only moral lesson Sam offers is 'hey maybe radicalization is bad', which is completely ignored by both Karli and Zemo.

Sam's sympathy towards Karli is even more absurd. Even if he agrees with her cause, she's an unrepentant killer. 'Don't call them terrorists.' really, Sam? What would you call them? Just bc the Soviets fought the N@zis doesn't mean they were the good guys.

Furthermore, we see the contrast between her and the other flag smashers. They were invisible victims while her body was gently carried by Sam as phones and cameras were recording. In a show where they tried to make sense of racism, the stark contrast between Karli and the rest of the group happens to be mostly PoC is kinda hilarious.

The problem isn't Sam. It's the terrible horrible writing. You can't take a Watsonian take when it's so obviously a Doylist problem. The show claims to be a lot of things it got wrong is just pathetic.

What about Bucky? His arc is pretty detached from the main storyline and he basically did nothing significant in the show so I don't even know what they want to convey about his heroism. He was literally just running around punching people (not even very good at it too) while being blamed for things he wasn't responsible for. He only told Karli that killing was bad. What a novel lesson. Again, there is nothing from the good guy.

Who is the hero then?

Zemo is the true anti-hero of the show. Throughout the show, Sam and Bucky - the good guys - oppose killing in general, but their method is proven ineffectual and in the end, all Flag Smashers are killed with a majority of them killed after they were lawfully arrested. The Flag Smashers were terrorists, they were the villains, therefore narratively, this makes Zemo's end goal - killing all supersoldiers, in this case, the Flag Smashers - right. His ideology - the desire to become superhuman cannot be separated from supremacist ideas; supersoldiers cannot be allowed to exist - is positively reflected in the story. His success inevitably justifies his ideology, which stands in contrast to both Sam and Karli. I'm not saying what he did was heroic, but from a storytelling perspective, Zemo is the 'hero' who ultimately eliminated the evil in this superhero trope.

The result is that Sam, the supposed hero of the show, has done nothing. He didn't stop the bad guys, he didn't offer an effective alternative to Karli (or Zemo) practically and ideologically, while Zemo did all that. What does it say about heroism and the idealism that comes with it? That it's nice to talk about but useless when a real battle takes place? That end does justify means? Because that's not what Cap trilogy conveys.

#if you don't agree you don't have to engage. just so you know.#sam wilson #tfatws #bucky barnes #baron zemo #the falcon and the winter soldier #the show is bullshit ok?#cosmopolitanism in itself is controversial #being proposed by captain AMERICA is outright ridiculous #ofc point a gun to ppl's head and force them to leave their home is bad #but it's also too simplistic #just to give her a justification #as long as states exist there will never be free flow of population #not even within the EU not when there's a global crisis #so I'm asking again #dear kari and spellman #how exactly do you propose that to happen?#zemo my man you have done nothing wrong in your entire life xxx #also sam saying 'i'm a black american wearing an amarican flag so i must know all about suffering and discrimination' is just laughable #do the showrunners know that other countries exist????#bro have you lived in a country where you can be arrested for saying all that to a politician?#marvel needs to stay out of politics #for their own good #also I have classmates who were part of the UN peacekeeping troops. painting them as terrorists isn't doing anyone any favour

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ebiemidnightlibrarian · 29 days

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𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩 𝔅𝔯𝔲̈𝔥𝔩

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝑺𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑫𝒊𝒆 | 𝑻𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒕𝒔!𝑨𝑼 | 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑶𝒏 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

After you helped Val and Yelena take the Baron out of the Raft, all go to a bunker, where you'll stay hid, until the day of your mission.

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 | 𝑻𝑭𝑨𝑻𝑾𝑺 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒏!𝑨𝑼 | 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝑰𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒆𝒓 | 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆 | 𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍!𝒁𝒆𝒎𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐨 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝑹𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 | 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌!𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒛𝒍𝒐 𝑲𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝑶𝒇 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒔 | 𝑳𝒂𝒔𝒛𝒍𝒐 𝑲𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒛𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓— 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝐄𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭

𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑰𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑬𝒚𝒆 | 𝑬𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒕 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 | 𝑬𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑺𝒄𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒅𝒕 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

Ernest survived the dark events in the Cloverfield station, and when he and Ava got home, both of them were different. One night he just can't sleep, the traumatizing images in his dreams. Everything was too much to him, after all, he was only a physicist, he's not supposed to deal with that kind of insanity. The anger fills his veins when the painful memories of Kiel and Tam blow in his mind. He's crying angrily when finally notices you on his side. A comforting hand on his shoulder.

𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐙𝐨̈𝐥𝐥𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝑨 𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑶𝒇 𝑨 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒍 | 𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒁𝒐̈𝒍𝒍𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒐𝒏𝒆-𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒛. 𝑴. 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒐𝒔 | 𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒛 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓/𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒆!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑶𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄] [𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉]

Lenz was a handsome, dangerous man, drowned in his own dirty little secrets and his own thirsty issues. One glorious night gave birth to what would become the Devil himself. This is an anthology. Same character, different situations, different times. In Greek mythology, Thanatos was the personification of death. He was a minor figure in Greek mythology, often referred to but rarely appearing in person. (Wikipedia)

𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫

Inspired by the OC Patrick Klein, created by @creme-bruhlee

𝑨𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑪𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝑰𝒏 | 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑾𝒂𝒓 𝑵𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆!𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒅!𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — 𝑻𝑩𝑨 [𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕-𝒇𝒊𝒄]

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨

Inspired by the OC Father González/Domingo, created by @creme-bruhlee

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖒𝖔𝖓, 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖚𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘

[𝕰𝖓𝖌𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙] [𝕻𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙]

𝑰𝒏 𝑵𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒎 | 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐 𝒙 𝑫𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

[𝑬𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉] [𝑷𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒈𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒆]

Mateo is a man of faith, a good pastor and a just presbytery. However, even on its pure surface, the good father concealed his impure thoughts towards the young novice who always attended his masses. On a particularly revealing night, the priest comes across the entity his repressed desires have invoked. Shall he surrender to the unholy tongue of a demon?

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔗𝔞𝔤𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

@stardustandgunpowder

#helmut zemo x reader #helmut zemo x ofc #baron zemo x ofc #ebie's writing #ebie's masterlist #brühl masterlist #ernest schmidt x reader #sebastian zollner x reader #laszlo kreizler x reader #laszlo kreizler x ofc #baron zemo x reader

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cuckoo-on-a-string · 1 year

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Teaser for in-development Zemo fic

Heike has feelings about her husband's second soulmark, and she won't let him feel differently.

A/N: SHAMELESS serotonin fishing as I tumble headlong towards the new year and work on updates for all the other fics. Please do leave thoughts and comments so I can wave them in my muse's face to convince her we aren't half as shitty as we think we are.

Soulmate AU

His second soulmark appeared when he and Heike were still newlyweds. He woke to find the stamp of destiny on his arm with a slow, sick horror that soured his stomach as his young, beautiful, strong wife rolled over and saw it, too. He stared with wide eyes, stuttering, assuring her he would never betray her, that it was some kind of mistake.

She shushed him, stroking the pattern that looked just a little too much like the Zemo family crest to bloom on some stranger’s skin, and drew her hand back across his bare chest.

“It might’ve concerned me,” she murmured, “if not for this.” Her palm covered the mark on the right side of his chest, the imprint of curling lines he believed mimicked their initials.

His wife wriggled a little closer, pulling herself to lay over him so the matching marks touched, and his broken little sigh came out as a whimper.

“I’m not afraid of losing you, Helmut,” she said. “There’s just more to you than either of us realize yet.”

Everything she said was perfect. Everything she did. His perfect, intelligent, loving bride with her head for diplomacy and heart full of mischief. She only gave him a few days to settle into the idea of his new mark before she began her assault. He still did a double-take when he caught his reflection early in the morning after a shower, and despite Heike’s ready acceptance, he felt like he’d been branded for infidelity.

In the middle of breakfast, his wife had a thought and started laughing too hard to speak. He waited for the joke, echoing her infectious amusement before he knew the punchline, and when she could, she said, “You are going to have a – what do they call it? – a sugar baby!” She howled as his grin melted into a bemused frown.

“A what?”

She pointed to his arm, where the covered soulmark lingered.

“Your soulmate has just been born, Helmut. You’ll be a sugar daddy.”

More offended than anything else, he shoved away the vision of a curvaceous blond in a clingy dress with a mouthful of bubblegum. He could not imagine any lifetime where he’d share himself as wholly with such a creature as he did his first soulmate, his true soulmate. He shuddered. Were there doctors for these things? Perhaps he could have it removed. He couldn’t be the first man to discover an unwelcome and inconvenient mark. History bled with such stories.

Armed with a new weapon with which to tease and pry, Heike fell in love with his mark long before he accepted it.

“I will never love anyone the way I love you,” he’d insisted. “I would die for you.”

“Of course not, but you will love our children.” She barely waited for him to nod before she pushed ahead in her crusade. “You love your father. Will you love them less than you love me? You’d die for any of us.”

“It is not the same.”

“I should hope you feel differently about your soulmates than you do your father or children, yes.”

“That is not what I meant.” But she had given him an idea. Though rare, not all soulmates had romantic relationships. And there was the age difference to consider. “Perhaps we will be platonic.”

Heike scoffed. If she were any less of a lady, she would’ve snorted. Running her eyes from the top of his head to the tips of his toes and back again, she left him with a lingering, meaningful look. “Impossible.”

He clung to his hopes of a platonic connection for nearly two decades. But when his soulmate failed to appear as a cherub-faced child he could take under his wing and raise as some kind of adopted Zemo, he had to acknowledge the facts. Despite Heike’s insistence, it wasn’t impossible, and he respected women enough to sustain a relationship without sex even if his soulmate was female, but that may not be what his second soulmate needed. Heike gleefully pointed out he had the appetite to satisfy more than one woman a few times a year, just to remind him she hadn’t forgotten, that she wanted this soulmate in their family. Their place was open and waiting. He only had to find them.

Heike’s favorite game became highlighting newspapers and sending him emails with links to articles about how Millennials – his soulmate’s generation – were destroying a new industry. At breakfast, she’d drop a newspaper over his plate and declare, “Your soulmate is wrecking the diamond industry.”

Another time, she came home, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and announced, “Your soulmate is killing golf,” shoving the proof in his hands as she went to set down her purse.

Once he’d accepted the truth, he joined in the fun. He suggested they buy a potted avocado tree to keep the unknown soulmate fed. Heike encouraged him to drink more coffee and wear scarves.

She marched towards the dream of a brighter future, dragging him along, just as she’d always done. Of course, it only made sense that she’d meet his soulmate before he did.

#zemo x reader #baron zemo x reader #heike zemo #soulmate au #poly fic #zemo x ofc

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 102

Welcome to Week 102

For the month of July I will adding new or small blogs to this list. This is in honor of hitting over 100 lists and 2 years of doing this. So please give these people your time like you would for well known/bigger blogs.

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old.These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & Header by @chaotictarlos

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 9 - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Chrome & Leather - Chp 12 - (Billy x Reader, former Steve x Reader) - @/saiyanprincessswanie

Mafia Pet - (Zemo x Reader) - @animnerd

My Little Princessa - (Zemo x Reader) - @/animnerd

Interrogation - (Ari x Reader) - @astheskycries

Risky - (Ari x Reader) - @/astheskycries

Incessantly - (Bucky x Reader) - @buckysbruni

Someday - Part 1 - Part 2 - @buckys-bbarnes

Having a bad day/take it out on Bucky - @/buckysbruni

Make Me Think Twice (1) - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @cryptidcasanova

Heathens - (Bucky x Reader) - @/cryptidcasanova

day one - (winter soldier x Reader) - @sgt-seabass

Slip of the Tongue - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Ransom Undelivered - (Bucky x Reader) - @lovelyavengers

Not Lovers - (Bucky x Reader) - @/lovelyavengers

Saturday Mornings - (Bucky Barnes x Reader) - @delaber

Love is a Dagger - (Loki Laufeyson) - @/delaber

Worthy of Heaven - (Ari x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

To the Moon and Stars and Back Again - (Chris x Reader) - @denisemarieangelina

I Never Knew - (Chris x Reader) a @/denisemarieangelina

Fireworks - @writercole

Birthday - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

The Birdcage - Chp 5 - @caffiend-queen

Ain't No Sunshine - (Steve x Reader) - @writerwrites

Taken Care Of - (Frank C x Reader) - @fictional-affairs

Chores - (Bucky x Reader) - @/fictional-affairs

I Choose You - (Steve x Reader) - @fluffycutecevans

New Venture - (Frank x Reader) - @/fluffycutecevans

Alpha Andy Handcuffed - @ghotifishreads

A Canary to Bring My Message Home - (Curtis x Reader) - @/ghotifishreads

Happy Birthday Steve - @/animnerd

Shirt - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

Blue Moon - Chp 1 - Chp 2 - (Stucky x Reader) - @lfaewrites

Sounds of Silence - (Dean x Reader) - @jensengirl83

Will You Still Love Me - (Dean x Reader) - @/jensengirl83

Little Spiderbro - @justalonelyslytherin

Big Sister (to the) Rescue - (Steve x Reader) - @/justalonelyslytherin

Language - (Steve x Reader) - @late-to-the-party-81

Yes, Daddy. Thank you, Daddy - (Frank C x Reader x Ari) - @/late-to-the-party-81

Shed My Skin: The Story of Polaris - Chp 1 - Chp 2 - @leiamorgainedelalunewriter

Chamomile Tea - (Andy x Reader) - @lexivass

The Stove Situation - (Ari x Reader) - @/lexivass

Omega on strike - (Ransom x Reader) - @holylulusworld

Mercy - (Jake “hangman” x Reader) - @/writercole

Home Run Romance - 1 - (Nat x Reader) - @lovelyavengers

SUSPICIONS - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

The Perfect Fit - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Grandma's recipe - (Steve x Reader) - @/nekoannie-chan

I Really Love Being Your Friend (Epilogue) - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Gone, Baby Part 6 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @wayward-blonde

The dutiful - Part 1 - Part 2 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @misguidedasgardian

୨୧ 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 ୨୧ - (Chris x Reader) - @hansensgirl

drowning in your love - (Winter Soldier x Reader) - @bonky-n-steeb

Battle - (Steve x OFC) - @/nekoannie-chan

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #billy russo x ofc #zemo x reader #ari levinson x reader #loki x reader #chris evans x reader #frank castle x reader #curtis everett x reader #stucky x reader #dean winchester x reader #andy barber x reader #jake hangman x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #lloyd hansen x reader

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moodysullie · 1 year

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The Alienist

Season 2 Episode 3: Labyrinth

Dir. Claire Kilner

Dr. Laszlo Kreizler (played by Daniel Brühl)

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A.k.a the one who's responsible for pushing me into this (DB) fandom.

The ability to turn this blog, which's supposed to be about every actor that I like, into a space where I bare my soul, display all my love (almost) only to this Spanish-German actor/filmmaker.

I mean ... wouldn't you fall for the man if he showed up in front of your place, with a carriage, doing this?

#i have a thing for an intellegent but broken man #who has some darkness inside him #and something about psychology #yes that's how I started watching the alienist s1 in the first place #the 2nd project that made me know him #the 1st is zemo ofc #and now #no one can stop me #laszlo kreizler #laszlo kreizler gif #the alienist #thealienistedit #daniel brühl #daniel brühl gif #danielbrühledit #my gifs

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irl-dogboy · 1 year

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ur the furry bucky person and im the furry zemo person. we should be friends

(idk if that sounded weird but that wasn't the intention gjdkdkd im just saying. there's something in there somewhere.)

FURRY ZEMO!!! WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS if we join forces we'll be unstoppable. please take this as a peace offering

#ask #anon #anon ur so real and also the only other person who understands me #but i m currently doing zemos furry design and i am STRUGGLING so if u feel comfy dont be afraid to msg me on here or twt if u have ideas #or a design or something (and ofc no pressure or anything)#i will get his design done eventually and then buy this ych #then everyone can enjoy furry wb guro blood frotting lol #doodle #winterbaron #bucky barnes #helmut zemo #ik i put this on twitter already but zemo playing with buckys teeth is my fav thing ever

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years

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Planes and Barons and Knives, oh my!

AN: Welcome to day 23. Another fic that's a bit different today as I'm using an OFC rather than a reader insert. I hope you still enjoy. This story is set in the same universe as 'Bad Kids', but all you need to know for this story is that Zemo and Marcy are in an established 'Sugar' relationship.

I’m using dialogue prompts from this post by @nightprompts and they can be found emboldened in the text.

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics, banners and covers by me.

Pairing: Helmut Zemo x OFC Marcy Scholtz

CW: Role play, Knife kink, Sugar Daddy/Sugar Baby relationship, Baron Zemo's coat, mild threats of violence within Role play, age difference (Marcy is mid-20's, Zemo is in his 40's).

Word count: 1.8k

The plane lurched, and Marcy grabbed hold of the sideboard in the small galley. Why she’d agreed to this, she had no idea, but when the magnetic man who is paying for all of your university tuition asks something of you, you do it.

With the small pocket of turbulence passed by, she smoothed down the skirt of her hostess uniform, picked up the drinks tray containing the Old Fashioned cocktail that had been ordered by the single passenger and owner of the aircraft, and sashayed out of the small prep area towards her quarry.

Her eyes lingered on the frame of the man. Chestnut hair, expertly coiffed, eyes as dark and mesmerising as the whisky in the tumbler, and a knowing quirk on his lips. He knew he was attractive - not only because of his visage but also because of his wealth. He wore a dark brown coat with an ostentatious fur collar. Marcy still wasn’t sure how she felt about wearing real fur.

As she reached his side, his smile broadened. Fuck, he was handsome. It was going to make it hard to concentrate on the task at hand.

“Here’s your drink, sir.”

She smiled back as she placed the crystal tumbler down on the little side table. The passenger didn’t even look at it, instead focusing his gaze on her form, the way her uniform fit, up to her hair that was tied back neatly in a bun at her nape. He reached out a hand, settling it on her hip, giving a slight squeeze, before stroking down, quickly, over her ass and making a small gasp escape her lips.

The only other hostess on this flight was currently in the cockpit with the pilot, but really, that’s what Marcy needed. Instead of slapping his hand away, she placed her hand on her hip, cocking it out to the side so that her uniform skirt tightened over her backside.

“Is there anything else I can help you with, sir?”

His smile was predatory, and for a moment Marcy wondered if she could actually do this, do what she’s been asked - no, commanded - to do. However, before she could even blink, the man had snagged her wrist and pulled her down to sit, sideways across his lap.

“Keep me company, Zlatko, whilst I enjoy this lovely drink you have made me.”

Marcy giggled, hiding her mouth with her hand coquettishly.

“I can’t believe that a man such as you ever lacks for company.”

“You’d be surprised, my dear. I’ll have you know that I’m quite picky.”

He raised the glass to his lips and took a small sip, looking at her intently over the rim.

“I’m honoured then that you would like to spend some time with me.”

Marcy tried not to let her glee take over. This was going better than she thought. She moved her hands tentatively, one to press over the man’s heart, through his shirt, and the other to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck, scratching gently at the delicate skin with the tips of her manicured nails. Now all she had to do was wait.

Twenty minutes later and Marcy’s back was bouncing off the door of the jet’s private bedroom. Her skirt was hitched up, so that her legs could wrap around the man’s waist. His arms were around her back, his face buried in her neck as he kissed and sucked and bit at her sensitive flesh. She mewled and ground against him, the impressive bulge in his woollen slacks pressing up against her damp lace panties.

“I’ve never done something like this before…” Her voice was breathy as it left her throat, her mind cloudy with desire as she tried desperately to remember what she was supposed to be doing.

“Now it is I who is honoured then, Maličký.”

Her companion started to kiss his way towards the top of her blouse and the swell of her breasts when she recalled her mission. She lifted his head and pressed her forehead against his.

“Take me to the bed. We’ll be more comfortable.”

He raised his eyebrow but did as she asked, letting her slide down his body slowly as he reached the plush mattress. Marcy eased the fur coat off his shoulders and gave him a small push to indicate he should sit as she hung up the expensive piece of clothing - she didn’t want to distract him by treating his clothes shabbily.

When she returned, she straddled his lap, hands cupping his face, before kissing him seductively. His arms wrapped back around her waist as he fiercely kissed her back, his tongue invading her mouth as groans of desire left his. His eyes closed, and that’s when Marcy decided to take her chance. Under the guise of undoing her blouse, she reached into her bra for the small, ceramic-blade flick knife. Opening it behind his back, she angled her wrist so the point was aimed towards his neck and wondered if she could actually do it.

However, the next thing she knew, she was laying face down on the bed, a knee in her back and the point of the knife now pressing against her own neck…

“Tut tut, Mačiatko. Sloppy. You need to be better than that to get me. You’d have had more luck poisoning the drink.”

Marcy drew in a shuddering breath, clenching her fists into the bed sheets.

“Please… I’m sorry… I…”

“Shhhhh…” Gently, he trailed the knife over the back of her neck to her nape, then used the point to ease the wig off her head, revealing her bright pink bob.

“There…much better. Being a brunette didn’t suit you at all.”

Squirming, she tried to shift him off her back, and when his knee lifted, she thought she’d done it, but he skillfully flipped her over before straddling her waist. He immediately resumed teasing her with the knife point again, making barely visible trails across her pale skin.

“Baron, please…”

The point pressed firmer into the skin near her shoulder, making her wince.

“Did I say you could speak?”

Eyes wide and biting her lip, Marcy shook her head. She should have realised that this is what would happen if she didn’t succeed.

“Good girl. Stay quiet now. You’ve had your fun. Now it’s time for me to have mine.”

With a deft, practised movement, he changed his grip on the knife handle, eased the point under Marcy’s blouse, and cut it open. She gasped loudly, and his feral grin returned, shifting himself down her body so he could dispose of her skirt in the same manner. She was left lying on the bed in nude stockings and lingerie that matched her bubblegum pink hair.

“Now, would you look at that… it strikes me that you wanted to get caught…”

He trailed the blade over Marcy’s near-naked body, making her shudder and shiver under its fine, cool touch. It struck her that she should be scared or at least trying to make some kind of escape, but in reality, she was getting aroused. Aroused by her own vulnerability. Aroused by his mastery of the blade and his calmness. When she rubbed her thighs together without thinking, her body trying to ease the ache between them, the Baron growled under his breath.

“Enough of this.” With a flick of his wrist, Zemo sent the knife flying across the room, embedding it into the sideboard. “I want you, now.”

His fingers tangled into Marcy’s hair, and their previously banked desire came back to the fore, rising now that the game was discarded. They writhed together on the bed, working to rid Zemo of his turtleneck and slacks. Now it was Marcy’s turn to ogle him.

While he might be quite a bit older than her, she appreciated him physically. She wouldn’t have agreed to a change in their agreement if she hadn’t. His body was overall lean and muscular, with a slight softening around his stomach. Dark hair was sprinkled across his chest alongside a whole story told in scars. She loved to trace the silvery trails as they lay in bed together, trying to work out which of the stories he told about how he gained them were true - if any. He told a new story every night.

Her appreciative study of her benefactor-turned-lover was cut short as he pulled her panties down her legs, roughly shoved them apart, and thrust into her.

“Hel! Oh god!”

He snapped his hips and nipped at her earlobe.

“I did wonder how you were going to make your attempt. It was hard not to be on edge every second. Wondering what you had up your sleeve. I didn’t expect it to be in your bra instead…” He moved his mouth to worry at her neck, increasing the number of marks he had already placed there, marks of ownership, of mastery.

Marcy dug her fingers into his bare shoulders, pressing in crescent-shaped marks, before dragging them down his back, leaving raised welts in their wake and making him hiss against her throat.

“Two more seconds and I’d have had you…”

Zemo slid a broad palm under the small of Marcy’s back, tilting her hips and driving deeper, and making her eyes roll back into her head.

“But you didn’t. And that means when we get home, I’ll have to punish you, Princezná. But for now…”

He slid his other hand between them, fingers easily finding the young woman’s clit and stroking the engorged bundle of nerves.

“Please! Oh, Hel, please! Oh!”

“Cum for me. That’s it. Let go and be a good girl…”

Marcy’s legs tightened around his waist, her heels pressing into his buttocks as she went rigid, her orgasm washing through her. A few more thrusts and Zemo followed her over the precipice, filling her with his cum, before rolling over on the large bed, drawing her with him.

As they lay, recovering, he carded his fingers through her neon locks, marvelling at how much her hair had grown in the few months since the start of their arrangement. His superiors hadn’t been impressed with the way he had dealt with the apparent threat to the peace that had been Marcy’s ragtag organisation of protestors, but they couldn’t really argue that it hadn’t been effective. Paying for the problem to go away hadn’t been in the GRC wheelhouse of solutions. Luckily, it was always in Zemo’s.

“Hel…”

“Yes, my dear?”

“I don’t think I’m cut out for this assassin work. Even if it is pretend.”

He smiled fondly at the young woman, who he was coming to realise he cared for more than he should.

“Well, maybe next time, you could just be my maid…”

“Maybe I’ll tickle you to death with a duster…”

Zemo growled playfully, rolling them again and pinning her to the bed. God, did she make him feel young again.

“You could try, Zlatko. You could try.”

The plane flew on, towards Sokovia, turbulence-free, except in the bedroom.

Zlatko - sweetheart

Princezná - princess

Maličký – little one

Mačiatko – kitten

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lavieaquatique · 2 years

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idk how to put it into words but baron zemo and anakin skywalker are the same person written one in italics and the other in bold

#this is THE shower thought #never had a thought this thoughty #and i needed to put it here #like istg they are SO similar omg #zemo is ofc in italics bc he’s fancy #and anakin in bold bc he’s hardcore #anyway #baron zemo #anakin skywalker #dart vader #tfatws #star wars #daniel brühl #daniel bruhl #hayden christensen

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softgrungeprophet · 2 years

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i WILL say

i do really like that joe kelly in writing this comic definitely hits at a fact/facet of peter parker that some authors try to deny which is that like—oh he’s losing his intelligence, what does that mean? well if he’s losing his “higher thinking,” he’s losing his deliberation. if he’s losing his deliberation he is losing his control. and what happens, when spider-man stops being deliberately merciful? what happens when he starts to lose control and loses his capacity for thoughtful action and is reduced to his reflexes and instincts?

and kelly knows the answer to that, which is, of course, rage. deep, deep rage and violence.

that is the core of peter and what makes him so compelling, that he is a man so composed of both righteous and unrighteous fury and rage, justified and unjustified, threatening to boil over if he does not keep tight his control. that peter is a man capable of such incredible violence, who is so angry all the time, and he chooses to focus that on helping people.

i appreciate a writer who can go for that.

#i still don't like that he saved zemo but again i understand why from a like writing structure standpoint he did that #nadia reads comics #i also think that lesser writers would try to make him meek and afraid but he didn't do that which is good #also i get that he's a monster but savage spider-man is a bad name.#ofc that's probably on editorial or corporate but i still don't like it as a title #the word savage needs to be retired from comics ESPECIALLY ones w/o indigenous involvement

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The Type You Save - F I F T E E N

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: We are nearing the end!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: F O U R T E E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

Christian Grey has always appreciated the finer things in life. Luxurious home, top of the range car, Cristal, 25-year-old scotch, the works. A man of his status and wealth should have a standard. Including the right woman.

Alexandra Richards was that woman.

He stared at the woman next to him as Nate drove, Walker beside him. He watched as she wiped an errant tear that fell to her cheek. She kept her face to the window, studying the country side as they drove. She didn’t bother asking where they were going, they would never tell her.

“Pet, would you like some water?”

“No, thank you.”

“Alexandra, you need to eat or drink something.”

“Not if I want to die, Mr. Grey.” Her tone remained even, never looking away from the window.

Grey grounded his teeth, wanting to force her to drink. But he waited, allowing her emotions. She was different than his pet from before. She was strong, independent before. Now she was despondent, fragile. A mother. She was in mourning for the loss of her son. He would try and change that soon but for now, he needed to break her and change her back to the woman she was.

His Alexandra.

James watched from the doorway of his sleeping son’s room, observing his little body as it curled around his teddy bear. He knew the sleep was from exhaustion, having to have explained to his son that his mother wasn’t going to be here for a while. He was a momma’s boy through and through. He closed the door softly and back into the empty apartment.

Steve was still tracking Alex. He almost laughed to himself again. He went to their bedroom and to his side table. He lifted the necklace from its place. The duplicate he had switched in Alex’s jewelry box was damn near perfect. Either she had noticed and didn’t say anything or she was losing her touch. Either way, the switch had allowed a tiny tracker to be embedded with her. That’s why Steve was on the hunt.

After searching for Zemo at his home and secondary office, it was painfully clear that he had been the mole for some time now. It was too coincidental that Walker had found Alex so quickly. The APB was out for everyone. All he could do now was wait. His phone went off.

Stark: He’s still tracking. They’ve almost made it to Tahoe Barnes: ok Stark: We’ll find her Barnes: I know. Just bring my son’s mother home to him. Barnes: Bring her back to me

James laid down and clutched her pillow. It still smelled like her. Of strawberries and roses, of her. Finally, twelve hours after she disappeared, he cried.

Alex jolted awake as the car slowed to a stop. She looked around in the darkness, unsure of where she was. She could make out the outline of trees in the moonlight but after that, she had no clue. Until she turned to see a house. It was out of a movie. Stark white, wrap around porch with large windows. Nate and Walker were already out of the car and walking up while Grey was studying her as she took in the home. “What do you think?”

“It’s a beautiful home.” She wouldn’t lie.

“Good.” Grey gave her a smile. “I built it for you.”

“For me?”

“You had a house, similar to this, in that notebook you used to have. Your journal. I found it after you left and wanted to have something ready for you when you came back.”

“I didn’t come back. You kidnapped me.”

“You left voluntarily.”

“To save my husband and son.”

“Your husband?” Grey sneered. “Your husband is nothing compared to me.”

“My husband is a thousand times the man you will ever be.”

Grey reached and grabbed her by the hair, and she squealed in pain. “Listen to me Alexandra. You are mine now. You made your choice.” He pulled a little harder and she whimpered. “I do miss that sound pet.”

“Please, stop.”

“No.” He opened the car door and dragged her out. She screamed and thrashed but Grey gripped her arm. “This is your home now Alex. Let’s get you acquainted.” He pulled her up the steps. She had no time to take in the interior as Grey marched her up to the master bedroom. “I have clothes and toiletries in the bathroom. There is nothing sharp or poisonous in here so don’t try. I’ll be back.”

Grey slammed the door closed and she heard a click as she was now locked in the room. She sank to the floor and cried.

Being a MIT graduate should have been something that Grey had factored into his grand scheme. There is always something sharp or poisonous in everything. After crying, Alex got to work, taking the plastic toothbrush and using the counter to sharpen it. She just had to get past the door, and she could fight her way out. She hoped Nate would help her at some point, but she couldn’t count on that.

Keeping her crude tool close, Alex decided to inspect the rest of the room. The windows were locked, meaning the only way was to break them, attracting unwanted attention. Clothing in her size were in the drawers, no strings on any of them. Slip on shoes negated laces. Bastard really did think of almost everything. She heard footsteps coming and she hid the toothbrush under the pillow. She sat against the headboard, as far away as possible. The door opened revealing Nate. Alex let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. “Hey Nate.”

“Hey Allie Cat.”

“That’s a new one.”

“Had time to think about it.” He went to sit on the edge of the bed, but still blocking the door. “I told you to run.”

“And I told you that I couldn’t abandon my family again.”

“Were you always this stubborn?”

She shrugged. “Probably. But we were usually on the same team.” She studied Nate. He looked tired, worn. “What is the plan for me Nate?”

“The plan? The plan. Shit Alex, you should know the Boss by now. He’s gonna want his pet back by his side.”

“That’s not going to happen.”

“He’s gonna try and break you Alex if you don’t do it willingly. This is why I told you to run. But no, the great Cat Burglar had to do things her own way.” Nate started to pace. “Fuck Alex, I tried to protect you. I found you three times before he sent Walker. And he only sent Walker when that fucker Zemo ratted you out.”

“Zemo? Zemo is yours?”

“Not mine Alex. His.” He cupped her face. “I’m sorry. I’m only up here because Grey asked me to try to convince you. Just give in. Save yourself. If only so that you save your son, your husband from any more pain. Please Alex.”

“I can’t,” she whispered. “I love my husband and my family. I need my family Nate. I need them just as much as I need you. Please help me.”

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I wish I could.” He stepped back. “I’ll do what I can for you. But unless by some miracle you are found, you are his.” He turned and left the room, locking it as he went.

It was deathly quiet now. And a sob was ripped from room as Alex began to wail.

Nate walked back downstairs, trying to ignore the sobs that were now being ripped from her chest. His best friend. Well former best friend after his act of betrayal. He made it to the living room and walked past Walker and Grey. He reached the bar cart and poured himself a drink. He needed to feel numb now.

“What did she say?” Grey asked, looking up from the papers he was studying.

“That she wants to go home to her family.”

Walker let out a sadistic laugh. “Kitty lost her claws. What a little pussy.”

Grey glared at Walker until the man’s face fell. He snorted. “That’s a shame.” He looked up at the stairs. “Let her cry it out tonight. We start tomorrow.”

“Start with what?” Nate looked at his boss.

“Breaking her.”

Steve could hear snippets of the conversation happening in the home. He peaked in to see the three men sitting and talking before the one with the drink threw it back and slammed it down, exiting the room. Steve picked up his phone.

Rogers: found her Stark: thank god. She ok? Rogers: no idea. Security tight no clean entry or exit Stark: fuck. Ok. I’ll reach out to local Rogers: roger that.

He looked around and saw the guy who left angrily now standing on the porch, hand on the railing, head bowed. The man shuddered like he was trying to keep his emotions in. “Fucking Alex, why doesn’t she listen?”

“She does that.” Nate swiveled to look at Steve. He went to reach for his weapon, but Steve drew first. “Whoa there, sunshine.” Nate slowly raised his hands. “I think you and I are after the same thing. To help Alex.”

Nate cocked his head. “You’re Steve.”

“You must be Nate. If I lower my weapon, we cool?”

“Yeah.”

Steve holstered his weapon. “Can they hear us in there?”

“No, but better safe than sorry. Garage in the back. Meet you there in five.” Nate went back inside.

Steve made is way around through the woods. He waited behind until Nate called for him. “How is she?”

“She’s scared and probably planning to do something stupid. She’s Alex.”

Steve huffed. “Yeah, typical. Look I have reinforcements coming but it will take until morning to get them here. I need to know how I can get in there and rescue her.”

Nate sighed. “You’ll help with my case?”

“For Alex, yeah I will.”

James was awakened by his phone a few hours later. He reached over, the bright screen hitting his eyes causing him to squint.

Stark: He found her Barnes: She ok? Stark: status undeterminable but I’ve sent locals to help Barnes: give me the coordinates. Stark: sent. I’m coming with. Be there in 10

James called Natasha. “We found her.”

Oh thank god.

“I need you to come stay with Drew.”

I’m on my way.

James got his gear together as well as some stuff for Alex. He crept into Drew’s room, his boy still sleeping peacefully. “I love you Chief,” he whispered. He slipped Alex’s necklace over his head. “You take care of this for me and Mommy, ok?” He kissed his head and walked out. Nat showed. “The documents you might need are in the safe in our closet. Combo is 03-10-19-17. We left some stuff for Drew when he’s older.”

“Bucky…”

“I’m gonna do everything I can to bring us home but just in case. Please take care of our boy.”

Nate hugged James hard. “Be safe.”

Stark knocked on the open door frame. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

The sun hadn’t risen yet when Alex was awakened by the door opening. She held still. “Pet?” Alex reached slowly under the pillow for her toothbrush and gripped it tight. When she sensed him close, she swung, the sharp point she created cutting the skin on his arm. “Fuck!”

Alex rose and swung her leg around, dropping him as he gripped his forearm to stop the bleeding. She ran to the door and down the stairs. She could see the front door but was grabbed around the middle. “Let me go!”

“I see Kitty did have her claws,” Walker said in her ear as he adjusted his grip. “And now I get to play with the Kitty.”

Alex paled as she was held in place by Walker as Christian walked down the stairs, a towel on his arm. “Let’s get her to the garage. I don’t want to make a mess in the house.” Walker pulled her out and marched her to the back of the property.

Steve and Nate were there in the shadows, waiting for the backup promised to Steve. It was getting close to dawn when Steve heard the cries of his best friend. He watched as Alex was dragged into the garage. “Shit. We have to get in there.” Steve and Nate both moved to pull their weapons.

A gun cocking behind them caused them to freeze. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Steve didn’t have time to turn before the butt of the gun hit his head and he was knocked out.

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@kandis-mom

#andy's shenanigans #andy's hea #bucky barnes #bucky barnes au #the type you save #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan fanfiction #bucky x ofc #Steve rogers #detective AU #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes smut

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sjsmith56 · 6 months

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Lord Buchanan - Series Masterlist

Series completed.

A bit of a mashup, set in an alternate universe, where a modern woman finds herself stuck in a medieval world. She needs the protection of a powerful man (guess who?) to stay safe in this world as there is danger in many places for an unaccompanied woman. The people of the medieval world (with touches of the Renaissance) are also aware of the modern world through the visions of their sorceress. Magic is accepted as being equal to religion. All MCU characters except for two will have different identities in this story. The two will be revealed during the story. Much of this story will be suitable for 18+ readers only. Minors should not interact with this story. If you follow me and your bio does not indicate you are older than 18 you will be blocked.

Characters: Lord Buchanan (James Buchanan Barnes), OFC (named), King Steven (Steve Rogers), Queen Peg (Peggy Carter), Sir Samuel / Knight Commander (Sam Wilson), Bruce the Giant (Bruce Banner), Lord and Lady Stark (Tony and Pepper Stark), King Thorn and Prince Loke (Thor and Loki), Dr. Jane Foster, Sorceress (Wanda Maximoff), Garrison Commander Rhodes (James Rhodes), Archer Barton (Clint Barton), the Baron (Baron Zemo), the Dreykov sisters (Natasha Romanoff and Yelena Belova), Prince Arthur David Joaquin de Torres Walker aka Quin Torres (Joaquin Torres as a teenager), Duke John Walker, Lord Fury (Nick Fury), and others in brief cameos. The final character of note is not an MCU character but a horse, Magnus, the black stallion ridden by Lord Buchanan; Magnus is a central character in several plot lines.

Warnings: sexual content, violent content, misogyny, talk of slavery, talk of child abuse, talk of sexual abuse, talk of incest, forced arranged marriages, death. There is also love, valour, honour, truth, and attention to duty so it balances out quite well.

Previously published on Wattpad and AO3 platforms, under the username SJSmith56.

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Read past the break for chapter titles.

Chapter 1. A New World

Chapter 2. To the Castle

Chapter 3. The Feast

Chapter 4. The Duel

Chapter 5. Declarations

Chapter 6. A Time for War

Chapter 7. Time to Live

Chapter 8. The White Wolf

Chapter 9. Two Brothers, Two Kingdoms

Chapter 10. Decisions

Chapter 11. Magic Moment

Chapter 12. Coronation

Chapter 13. Tactics

Chapter 14. Friends in Need

Chapter 15. Setting Things Right

Chapter 16. The Way Home

Chapter 17. Heavens Above

Chapter 18. At Home in the Rocky Woodlands

Chapter 19. Hope and Friendship

Chapter 20. Meeting of the Minds

Chapter 21. Solidarity

Chapter 22. Two Steps Forward

Chapter 23. Three Steps Back

Chapter 24. The Sweet and the Bitter

Chapter 25. Radio Silence

Chapter 26. Across the Waters

Chapter 27. A Single Step

Chapter 28. Home

Chapter 29. The Danger

Chapter 30. Celebrations

Chapter 31. Revelations

Chapter 32. Destiny Calls

Chapter 33. A Matter of Honour

Chapter 34. Time for Love

Chapter 35. A Call to War

Chapter 36. The Gathering

Chapter 37. Time to Fight

Chapter 38. The Last Time

Chapter 39. A Shot in the Dark

Chapter 40. Reap What You Sow

Chapter 41. Coming Home

Chapter 42. A Time for Everything

Chapter 43. Epilogue

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #buckybarnes original female character #james buchanan barnes #James Buchanan Barnes fanfiction #James Buchanan Barnes au #bucky barnes au #medieval world #buckybarneslongfic #Bucky Barnes long fiction

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nekoannie-chan · 11 months

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Week 24 Reblog Masterlist

Welcome to Week 24 2023 or Week 180, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.

I hope you enjoy it!

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♥ You can check my reading guidelines here.

♥ You can check my masterlist here.

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♥ You can check my June reblog masterlist 2023 here.

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𝙺𝚎𝚢𝚜: 💛 ᵒʳᶤᵍᶤᶰᵃˡ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ

💜 ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ

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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 24 2023:

The root of all Ransom part I (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly💚💙❤️

But, I guess if I love you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll💙

My saviour chapter 58: You should listen to this! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤

No good at goodbyes part X: Epilogue (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙

Tiny Vessels (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckets-and-trees💙❤️

Surprises (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @incorrectmarvelquotesss💙

Home sweet home chapter 1: Something just like this! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️

No good at goodbyes alternative ending part I (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙

Liar! (Charles Xavier) by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms💙

Tiny Vessels part 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @buckets-and-trees💙❤️

Virtue & valor 1 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @after-avenging-hours💚💙❤️

No good at goodbyes alternative ending part II (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙

Million-dollar man (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @whereireid💚💙❤️

Home (Stucky X Reader) by @rookthorne💚💙

Virtue & valor 2 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @after-avenging-hours💚💙❤️

No good at goodbyes alternative ending part III (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙

Music to my ears (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @royalsweetteaa💚❤️

A rough morning (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @mischiefsemimanaged💚💙

The Baron & The Avenger part 1 (Helmut Zemo X OFC) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙

My saviour chapter 59: I’m gonna kill him! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤

Where we are (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @incorrectmarvelquotesss💚💙

Virtue & valor 3 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @after-avenging-hours💚💙❤️

Threadbare part 1: Yield strength (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly💚💙

My saviour chapter 60: Have you thought about names at all? (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤

Argument (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imyourbratzdoll💚💙❤️

Virtue & valor 4 (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @after-avenging-hours💚💙❤️

Lost time (Scott Lang X Reader) by @certifiedskywalker💚💙

Threadbare part 2: Strain curve (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @ronearoundblindly💚💙

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ebiemidnightlibrarian · 29 days

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𝑬𝑩𝑰𝑬'𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻

Hello, everyone!

First of all, before the list begins, I feel that I need to warn you that English isn't my first language, so might happen you find some writing/grammar mistakes, I also don't have a beta reader, again I'm sorry for any mistakes.

Most, if not all my fanfictions are 'x ofc/c', however, I write them as reader fics. That means that the only differences from a 'x reader' fic is that the character will have a name and the narration will be in the third person. But no details about the embodiment of the character will be given, with a few exceptions in a couple stories, but I'll be warning in the notes and warnings of the piece when that happens.

Also, I made this Google form, so you can tell me where you want to be tagged. That's all for now.

Enjoy :)

Update: ALL my fanfictions are on indeterminate hiatos. But, I'm not abandoning them, I promise 😘

Update #2: Some changes in the Masterlist, I'm reorganizing the whole thing to get a better view of what I'll be doing, hopefully I'll be able to post something soon.

𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡 𝔅𝔬𝔴𝔦𝔢

𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔

𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔩 𝔅𝔯𝔲̈𝔥𝔩

𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐙𝐞𝐦𝐨

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐳𝐥𝐨 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐄𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑳𝒆𝒏𝒛 𝑴. 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏

𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓

𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒐 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒐

𝔇𝔞𝔳𝔦𝔡 𝔇𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔪𝔞𝔩𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔞𝔫

𝐀𝐛𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 [𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐚-𝐃𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐧]

𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜

𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝑯𝒂𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓

ℌ𝔞𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔥 𝔏𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔯

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐇𝐢𝐥𝐥 | 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐭

𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞

𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐡 𝐓𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐊𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔰

𝔒ℭ'𝔰

𝑯𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒚 𝑮. 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒕𝒕

𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒𝖘

And that's it for now.

I'll make a separate post for each fanfic and one-shot, with the specs of genres and warnings.

𝑰𝑴𝑷𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑵𝑻!

These stories are 100% MINE, that is, I created, started and will finish them the way they were planned.

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! REPORT IT.

Thank you in advance for your attention and I hope you enjoy these stories made with great care and effort.

Good reading!

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cuckoo-on-a-string · 2 years

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Soft Target - Ch. 1

Not technically Zemo x reader, but so close they could kiss.

Thank you all for your interest in the teaser! Here we go! For real this time!

My muse is an asshole - interaction (likes, comments, reblogs, etc.) helps keep the Imposter Syndrome in its hole.

Summary: Their friendship failed before it ever got off the ground, but Sam still turns to her when they need a lead. When things go sideways, she shares more than is safe with a very, very dangerous man.

Chapter warnings: Language, violence, implied intent to assault (not by Zemo), Bucky being a damsel in distress

What was she doing?

She smelled blood – oozing through Bucky’s bandage in the backseat. She tasted it, too – leaking from her ravaged lower lip. Over the three-hour drive, she’d chewed it to pieces, peeling the flesh away in ribbons as she guessed and second guessed until her stomach warped and twisted like a separate animal, ready to pop out Alien-style and run for the hills.

There was no time to think and no room for error. They needed safe haven and she could give it to them, but if anything went wrong, it would cost her everything. She wasn’t willing to pay that. Not for their lives. Not even for her own. The two men in the backseat didn’t bother her. For all the grief between them, neither Sam nor Bucky would ever use this against her. They respected boundaries and operated under moral guidelines. The third man… not so much. She didn’t know him. Didn’t trust him. So, what was she doing?

She speared Zemo with a glare from the corner of her eye. He looked back innocently, face cool and still as a reflection pool, ready to echo and absorb every barb and compliment. Keep it. Weaponize it when the old words and feelings would deal the greatest damage. She’d seen how elegantly he picked at Sam and Bucky. What would he do with the leverage they hurtled towards?

She couldn’t do it.

Punching the emergency flashers and tapping the brakes, she pulled onto the shoulder, only giving the startled grumbles and exclamations from America’s heroes half an ear.

“What’s happening?”

“Is something wrong?”

Her hands clenched around the wheel. A deep breath in, eyes on the horizon – not on any of the men in the car and the drama they inflicted on an otherwise peaceful week. The breath left, slow and steady. Another in. Another out.

Sam, at least, seemed to have caught on to the situation and dealt with Bucky’s concerns. “Give her a minute. Everything’s fine.” He stared at her through the rearview mirror until her eyes shifted to meet his in the glass. “Everything’s fine.”

Everything was not, in fact, fine. Not at all. But she knew what he meant. And she nodded to thank him and assuage his own anxieties as she hunted through her thoughts for a solution. She needed… action? Proof? She needed to be sure. Beyond all doubt.

“I can drive if you need a moment to breathe,” the third man – Zemo – volunteered.

A last, deep breath.

“Out of the car.”

His brow furrowed in deep confusion. “I do not understand.”

Sam piped up from the back. “Triss, we can’t just –”

“Just Zemo,” she clarified.

“Have I somehow offended you?” He sounded incredulous, annoyed, but very well-mannered about it.

Rolling her eyes, she unclipped her seatbelt and popped open her door. “I just need a word. We’ll be right back, Sam.”

She checked for passing traffic before clambering out. The lonely stretch of state highway offered nothing but a single semi-truck, and she had plenty of time to close her door and move to the front of the car before it rushed by. Her hair flew around her eyes in streaks of blue, and she closed her them against the concussive force of the wind and noise. Once the truck passed, she looked up to see Zemo, magically unruffled, waiting.

She wanted to clear her throat, stick her hands in her pockets, or otherwise submit to her nervous habits. This conversation required a strong front, though. He had to know she meant what she said, and he needed to fear for her continued utility should he refuse.

“Before we go any farther,” she said. “You need to swear something to me. And you need to swear to me on something that fucking matters.”

He blinked, and his eyebrows pinched together. “May I ask to what I am swearing?”

For all her deep breaths, she felt like she was gasping as she explained. “You will not hurt anyone where we’re going. You will not fuck with them. You will not use them. They are not leverage, or pawns, or collateral. When we leave, you should do your best to forget you ever went there. And you should definitely forget the way.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but she wasn’t finished, and she wanted more than air behind his words.

“Whatever vendetta you have with Bucky, or Sam, or me – it has nothing to do with the place or people ahead. Now or ever.”

When he’d tried to answer before, his mouth never quite closed. It gave him a slightly puzzled look, and she knew he was playing chess in his mind, looking for the move that followed this one, seeking the treasured piece he’d overlooked.

As she lifted her hand, palm up, he finally understood.

“Swear it,” she repeated. “In the only way I’ll believe.”

To his credit, he didn’t gulp. He paused, though, staring down at her skin with an unreadable expression. He’d seen enough over the past two days to know what she was asking. In theory, at least.

“Just think the words,” she said. He needed to do this before she lost her nerve and started shaking. “I’ll hear you, and I’ll feel what you really mean. A quick touch is all I need, and I won’t see any more than that.”

He must remember how vehemently she’d refused to touch others at Sam and Bucky’s pleading. The refusal that served as their introduction. Doubtless, he had a lot to hide. All of that, her ethics included, mattered less than what she had to protect. If he couldn’t do this, she’d think of another place to hide while Bucky healed from the slash that nearly cut him in half. It wouldn’t be as safe, or clean, or good, but they’d all just have to make due.

“Zemo.” His eyes lifted to hers, though his face remained angled down. “Please.”

The gravel crunched under his feet as he adjusted his stance, and he looked away for a long moment to study their surroundings. Fields and trees filled the distance. Queen Anne’s lace and cornflowers bloomed along the verge. No farmhouses sat on the hills, and no voices apart from birds and cicadas carried on the wind. There weren’t even enough passing cars to hail as a hitchhiker. He was stranded, and although she’d given him a choice, he didn’t have many reasonable options.

His gaze returned to her face with that placid expression, and he pressed the tips of his fingers into her palm.

I swear on the names of my family.

And she felt how it mattered. Warm sentiment that blistered like acid, unshakable loyalty, and a willingness to burn the whole world down to avenge them. Yes, it mattered. No, he’d never dishonor their names by breaking his oath.

No. He was not happy about it, and his anger was a dark, dark thing.

She pulled away after the briefest flash of contact, determined to keep her own promise and pry no deeper than she absolutely had to.

“Thank you.”

He nodded, eyes a little harder than they’d been before, and she wished she could express her gratitude the way she could understand others’. He’d just have to believe her. Or not. That wasn’t up to her. They climbed back into the car, and the peanut gallery remained blissfully silent. She knew Sam would have opinions about her performance. He could see through the windshield what she’d done. Maybe Bucky was resting. Or maybe he didn’t care.

Breathing easier, but keeping a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, she turned off the blinkers and moved back onto the road.

No one had anything clever to say for the next thirty minutes, as they peeled off the highway and onto narrow backroads. No one commented as the trees grew thicker and the potholes more frequent, though she caught all of them looking out the windows with greater attention when the fields petered out. No one spoke when she pulled onto a private drive, followed it through the woods and entered a broad clearing. Two houses stood in the sunny space, one as much relic as house, the other only new in comparison to the first.

Home.

She turned off the engine.

Silence.

But not for long.

Two other cars sat parked in the gravel, and she knew what that meant. A full house, and this late in the afternoon, everyone would be home.

She puffed out her cheeks and looked at the three men, each in turn. Hands rising to tangle in her hair, she said, “Best behavior. All of you.”

A dog barked from inside the newer, larger house. They’d been spotted. Any second now, hell would break loose. Best to meet it on her own two feet, outside of the car. She climbed free, and the two men able to stand mirrored her, stepping out on the other side of the little sedan.

The screen door flew open and into the siding as two streaks of screaming energy blasted across the yard and into her chest.

“Auntie B!”

They hit hard enough to knock the wind from her lungs and push her back against the car door. She felt the entire vehicle rock with the force of it. Neither child shied from skin-to-skin contact, and dozens of excited, bubbling thoughts and feels assaulted her anxious mind.

“Oof!”

She had trouble separating words from ideas or expressions from feelings for a hot minute, and she didn’t realize she’d gained a third attachment until a chanting of B, B, B shouted through her skull. Fighting for air and sanity, she tried to hug them all and push them back, half breathless from the struggle.

“Triss?” Sam asked – low, smooth, and in a single syllable – what the fuck was happening.

She craned her head around just enough to see Zemo, standing on the other side of the car. He held her gaze, lips pressed thin as he analyzed the situation.

“This is my family.”

38 Hours Earlier

She’d been having a good day. She’d been having such a good day. It had been such a wonderful, uplifting, hopeful sort of afternoon, she didn’t immediately think the worst when Sam Wilson and James Barnes appeared at the bar. Sam had his friendly face on, the slightly strained one he wore when they first met. It probably meant trouble, but she was behind the bar – and she really had been enjoying her day – so her bartender smile lit up on instinct. Barnes looked less comfortable, his big, expressive mouth warring with a frown, so she decided to take the initiative and assume the burden of breaking the ice.

“Would you like an old fashioned?” she asked him, leaning down on her elbows with a shit-eating grin. “Or an old fashioned?”

He rolled his eyes, but while the tension lingered in his shoulders, the frown stopped yanking at his face. “Hey.”

“Hey, yourself.” She looked between the two men, surprised to see them together but still expecting something good from the universe.

She should’ve known better.

“It’s good to see you again,” Sam said. A polite opener.

And probably bullshit. Years of work taught her how to read a man who wanted something. Whatever drew them to Manhattan – together – it wasn’t just drinks. Or an attempt to make good on Steve’s introduction, she guessed.

While the smile stayed on her face, her optimism cracked. Familiar doubt and disappointment leaked through the gaps, happy to drown her good mood. Her hopes had yet to fail entirely, but she knew. If it was good to see her, he would’ve made some kind of effort before this. If he was really seeking a friendship of some kind, he wouldn’t begin by trying to establish they already had one.

Sam pressed ahead, unaware he’d lost the edge in the coming fight. “We need your help.”

“I’m at work.”

She’d been practicing for moments like this, learning how to say no. This would test her mettle though. Sam was good at what he did, and he talked people into and out of trouble for a living.

“Sorry.” And he actually sounded like he meant it. “But we only have your work address.”

Her smile turned Midwestern – flat and polite, nearly apologetic. “I gave you my cell number, though. What’s so important you had to ambush me at my job?”

He didn’t have an immediate answer, and Bucky’s uneasy shift to look over his shoulder told her things Sam hadn’t. Bucky didn’t choose to come here. He didn’t want to see her or ask for her help. That could mean he’d paid better attention, that he expected her refusal. Or he could just be an old man feeling old man ways about things.

She took the opportunity to start making the old fashioned she’d promised. Whether or not either of them drank it was nothing to her.

Well.

That wasn’t true. Her professional pride would be hurt if they didn’t enjoy it.

Her two coworkers started sending her looks, and a few customers tried getting her attention around the two men. Whether she caved or not, this conversation needed to be put on hold.

“Look,” she nodded to the back corner, where a gaggle of grad students had just evacuated a booth. “I’ll talk to you on my break. Seriously. I’m at work.”

She slid the old fashioned to Barnes across the bar, and he caught it through instinct, even though he’d barely been paying attention. “On the house. Go away. Sit. Stay. Whatever.”

To his credit, Sam followed her order. A polite nod, and he disengaged. Barnes hesitated with a question on his lips, eyes moving between his friend and the girl at the bar, but in the end, he followed Sam with his own nod as he retreated. At least he took the damn drink.

She lifted her fingers to her face, briefly exploring the frown she’d grown. When did that get there? Fuck. She’d been having such a good day.

A third man joined Steve’s old friends in the booth – and she realized he’d been the thing halving Barnes’ attention. He looked like money, and she disliked him on principle. The tips men like him offered rarely compensated for the aggravation. More than one asshole tried paying his way out getting bounced after groping the staff, or breaking furniture, or asking a bartender to run an errand. She wondered what the three men had in common and what brought them to her place of work without a call.

Her mood continued to sour.

Bottles, shakers, and spoons moved through her hands in a glittering parade as drink after drink came together for thirsty strangers and regulars crowding the old wooden bar. A professional smile masked the churning frustration, proof of her charade gathering in the tip jar.

Six months. Why did they have to ruin one of her good days? She had plenty of bad ones; she might even enjoy the distraction on one of those. She’d been less than enthused to see Steve again, but he’d been so insistent, and he looked so damn hopeful as he introduced her to his two friends, recently returned from dust. Then he left. And that was that. She thought it was over. Apparently not.

An hour ticked by, and customers started going home. It was a weeknight. Some people had places to be in the morning, though enough lingered to justify keeping the doors open, and night owls and tourists kept trickling in from establishments down the street.

She kept glancing towards the booth, where the three men sat in sullen silence punctuated with arguments. Although distance and the low thrum of music from the bar’s overhead speakers muted them, they looked like an old married couple fighting – too stuck in habit and necessity to split, but too far from the honeymoon to care for the relationship.

They looked back, sometimes, and she always turned away first. She didn’t need a staring contest to assert herself here. She was a bartender. She was behind the bar. A mere glance towards the bouncer would send them packing. A tempting thought. They’d wait to talk until she’d done her time and ensured she had rent covered for the month.

And then a new asshole joined the party.

He stormed in the bar like a man on a mission. Never a great start. Bros with the muscles and haircut he sported came to bars to relax, play the pick-up artist, or pick a fight – and he didn’t look like he wanted to relax. His march led him straight to the bar when his initial sweep of the place failed to deliver… whatever he was looking for. As he approached, she couldn’t help noting the recessed booth where her three unwanted guests lurked wasn’t visible from the door. She’d sent them there because it was out of the way. Was that decision about to bite her?

The big man – all buzz cut and undersized t-shirt – grabbed her arm as she reached to retrieve an empty glass. She froze. Her thoughts had a counterpoint, and it was loud.

Angry and afraid: her feelings.

Angry and looking to hurt someone: his feelings.

A few faces flickered across his surface thoughts, and she recognized them all. He’d followed Steve’s friends through Manhattan, despite obvious efforts to throw a tail.

Well. At least they’d tried.

“You should really let go of my arm,” she said, softly, like a firm suggestion.

That amused him, and his thoughts went very dark.

“Oh yeah?” He smiled. “I’m looking for some people. Seen three guys come in here? Leave through a back door maybe?”

He wondered what sounds she’d make if he crushed her arm in his fist, what sounds she’d make if he broke her apart in other ways.

Retrieving the glass with her free hand, she subtly signaled Jack, the bouncer, and tucked the dirty dish in the bin under behind the bar. The hand flexed on her arm, and she brought up a fresh glass as Jack made his way across the room, and she began pouring her favorite overproof rum.

“Only one door for patrons. Haven’t been keeping tabs on numbers. If you don’t see them, they’re not here.”

The man’s head was a mess, and she caught glimpses of lots of things she’d rather not see along with things that may be useful in solving this mess as his attention fluttered. She wouldn’t be the first girl behind a bar he’d hurt. Too bad he couldn’t go to the Clover anymore. So close to base and all – Maybe after they took care of the snooping problem he could –

“Hey.” Jack put his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Time to go, pal.”

She returned the rum to its place and slipped her hand back under the counter. She felt bad for Jack, but she needed the distraction.

The stranger – well, not a stranger to her anymore – backhanded the bouncer hard enough to send him flying the length of the bar. Patrons jumped up, shouting, as some ran for the exit and some looked for an excuse to join the fight.

While the big man watched his target crash through a table, she whipped out the sturdy pairing knife she used for lemons and limes. She drove it clean through her assailant’s wrist and into the bar. The pain surprised him. It wasn’t great secondhand, either, sparking across the connection, but he released his grip, and she pressed her attack. Both hands free, she hurled the glass of rum in his face, and as he instinctively tried wiping it out of his eyes with his free hand, she thumbed the wheel of the bar’s lighter. She snarled, hurling it after the alcohol. The instant the sparks met his soaked shirt, he burst into flames. He howled, flailing to put out the fire dancing over his chest, arms, face.

A metal arm swung from behind, into the side of his skull. The party of three had returned to close their tab. The crack echoed as two more big men with bad haircuts kicked through the very open and innocent door. They looked pissed.

Sam vaulted over the bar, the third wheel from the booth slipping under the bar hatch as Bucky hurled the – still flaming – assailant towards the new threats.

“We need to go,” Sam shouted. He didn’t touch her, but his arms hovered in a vaguely protective fashion, herding her towards the back door.

She didn’t need to be told twice. By the time Bucky swung across the bar top to join them, she’d pushed through to the little hallway that led to the employee bathrooms, breakroom, and back entrance. She didn’t have to stop as she yanked her bag and coat from the hook on the wall, suddenly glad for the bar’s poor security for personal effects. Her bag was more backpack than purse. It hung heavy with all the things she needed most, including her laptop and a change of clothes. Just in case, she’d always told herself. Just in case, for whatever reason, you have to run.

Her paranoia had paid off, and she hated it.

Smoggy spring air full of car exhaust and the tempting smells of the Italian restaurant across the alley welcomed them on the other side of the door. She gulped it in, wondering if she’d ever cringe over the mix again the wee hours of the morning.

No. Of course not. Someone thought she’d be useful, and another chapter of her life closed.

As the men piled out behind her, she turned to Sam, arms half-raised at her sides, asking as much with her body as her words what happened next.

“Looks like I’m involved,” she said. “Where are we going?”

The third man took point, politely gesturing towards the north end of the alley even as he stepped forward to guide them. “The car is this way.”

As she let herself be pulled along in the tide of trouble crashing around the three men, dimly aware of how useless it would be to say no, she could only – desperately – remember: it had been such a good day.

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