#Part Eleven

[thedecayingapplefiles]

Part Eleven

All the ponies gathered around Twilight as she threw down several papers. Notes on the infection.

Decaying Apple Virus. Name courtesy of Sweetiebelle.

Spreads through cuts and bites, more than likely through the bloodstream.

First stage of the infection begins with a saturation of coat, mane, and eye colors. Small wounds appear on the body.

Second stage has the subject losing every tooth in their mouth rather quickly. They cry about not being able to see, always hiding their face. Perhaps their eyes fall out?

The last phase of the infection shows their hooves splitting into jagged claws, their toothless mouths filling with sharp, twisted fangs.

Illustrations were attached.

Sweetiebelle claims the infected speak. It's been confirmed by Rainbow Dash, so I'm inclined to believe them. We shall find out, though-

#mlp #mlp infection au #mlp virus #story #the decaying apple files #mlp fim #tw body horror #tw blood #part eleven

[kingdomhate]

First Glance (Part Eleven)

Warnings: Revenge of the Sith Spoilers, distressing content, manipulation, possessive Anakin, and mentions of death. Proceed with Caution.

Upon turning around, you were met with a sight for a more prepared personnel. Standing in front of you so very proudly, is the infamous and ruthless Sith Lord Count Dooku, his curved, red lightsaber activated and pointed directly at you, at this sight you know you must play it calmly. Even despite every instinct and fiber in your body telling you to run, call for help or... that's when you realize the radio device in your hand, is probably the only chance of survival.

Especially when your master's voice can be heard ringing through it calling, "Y\N? Y\N, come in! Are you in trouble?" But you were forced to ignore those calls and fight against the almost overwhelming urges to make a break for it, because you were a Jedi, no longer a padawan in this instance. "Well, hi, Count." You greet with the calmest tone you can manage. With a chuckle, Count Dooku retracts his lightsaber, keeping it at his side. "The young, but controversial padawan herself... look at you, almost a Jedi." He muses, his slicked back grey-silver hair illuminated greatly in the ample light. "How did you know where to find me?" You inquire, gazing back at him as if his presence was not a major disturbance in the Force.

"I was not looking for you, I assure you. Merely on a trade for the Droid Army, you see, I am their leader. They depend on me." He tells you. "Why would you need to go to Kamino?" You slowly begin to interrogate him, thinking you can use this to your advantage when you return back to the Jedi Temple. "The same reason you must be here, despite the becoming a Jedi part." You nod and to your great surprise and horror, whichever, he moves closer, instinctively, your hand flies to your lightsaber tucked away in your robes. "The army..." You whisper in realization. "You know something, Y\N? You would not make for a bad Sith. With your intelligence and strategic mind, you can make the galaxy yours." You stare up at the Count, his words catching you off balance. "Excuse me? No. I am a Jedi." Count Dooku lets out a low chuckle, standing not too close to you but not exactly too far from you either.

"I can use the Force too. I can sense in you something the other Jedi can only guess. You don't know what you've become, a simple Jedi padawan with such a level of feelings for a fellow padawan whom is at war with himself as we speak or nothing short of a mess." Count Dooku's words tear through your heart as a child would their Christmas presents, your eyes widen as you find yourself unable to speak in turn to his shockingly true words. You find yourself conflicted. "Come with me. We shall meet someone you know will turn you for good." Gazing up at him and his outstretched hand, a storm of uncertain and certainly not Jedi faithful thoughts cloud your mind. Should you stay or go? What would become of you? What are you doing? In a fleeting moment, you make a decision, taking his hand, you surrender to your inner desires, your fears. With a smile of nothing short of cockiness and malice, Count Dooku leads you away from the world you've known all your life.

"Anakin, what are you doing?!" Calls an angry Obi-Wan and Council. "You haven't even looked into it? What would you call yourselves if not cowards?!" Anakin angirly snaps. "Listen to us, Anakin! For just a moment longer!" Anakin turns around, marching back to the center of the Jedi Council's room, gazing around at the members as if they committed the most heinous of crimes. "Y\N will be found. She only lost connection with us at the moment, that is no sign that she is in danger." Windu tries to reason with the hard-headed boy. "She will be found." He says, sounding more like he is trying to convince himself than anyone else, as if he cannot believe she lost connection at all. Ki-Adi voices his concerns following this outburst by Skywalker. "I do believe she might be facing something, Master Windu. I think it best if someone checks on her, to confirm she is safe." Yoda nods in agreement, turning to Windu. "A point, Master Ki-Adi has. Finding Y\N should be highest on our priorities." Windu nods and so do a collective few other members, at this, Anakin is instantly overjoyed. "I shall!" He happily volunteers and without missing a beat, the masters deny him.

"Because Master Ki-Adi mentioned it, I believe he should be the one." Says one member. "I agree, it should only take a few days at most." Agrees Obi-Wan. "Agree, I do." Replies Yoda. "It's decided then, Master Ki-Adi will be in charge of locating and confirming Y\N's safety." The members nod. And just like that, the meeting is dissolved. Anakin, once more finding himself in a fit of absolute rage, goes to cool off in this only way, building things, as he goes outside to work on his ship. He finds himself pondering if you would even contact him upon realizing you are in danger, if you were to die, would you want your last moments to be with him? He sighs as he begins disassembling small parts of his ship, that he cannot use because of his punishments and the very unlikeliness to be given a mission. If he could, he would fly to you, check on you, hold you, maybe reassure you if you needed it, apologize for his outburst at you hours before you left, maybe kiss you... God, the amount of times he has fantasized about kissing you, the thought does manage to creep in at night and make him unable to sleep. But he does, oh so very much dream of you.

The next day, when Ki-Adi gets geared up to locate you, Anakin watches, both feeling defeated but annoyed, annoyed he has just stand by and let you get potentially rescued by some other guy... but he ultimately has to swallow the bitter pill. Ki-Adi lands on the stormy planet of Kamino hours later. He goes inside to investigate Lama Su's appearances of you and notices your ship still there. He communicates this to the Jedi Council and proceeds. When Lama Su tells him that he indeed has seen you before and spoken to you, Ki-Adi immediately mentions this to the Council, saving Anakin another unneeded heart attack. However, at Lama's words that the last time he had seen you was when you asked to study the Clone Army once more, and that was it. Actually, he did mention hearing a few strange noises as if two people were having an intense conversation but Lama was not able to confirm that it was actually yours further provoking the Jedi's thoughts, hidden or not, that you had been somehow harmed.

Ki-Adi searched your ship, but saw nothing, except that you had left your supplies, such as food and water, proving to the Jedi that you were taken. Returning back to the Order, the Jedi all contemplated what to do furtherly as a group, Anakin being one of them. Your sudden disappearance startling Anakin but awakening something much sinister inside him. Without thinking of anything else, Anakin makes an excuse to speak to Chancellor Palpatine about this. "What is it, Anakin?" Palpatine asks with a sudden smile. "It's about someone close to me, a fellow padawan and a friend. They've gone missing." Anakin begins pacing around the grand office of the Supreme Chancellor, trying to sort out his scattered thoughts. "What about this 'someone'? Under what circumstances have they disappeared under?" Anakin hesitates a moment. "That's what we don't know. I mean, she's gone. This person, to me, is something beyond the comprehension of a simple padawan or a close friend...." He takes another long moment, thinking of how to word what you are to him.

"I love her." He ends firmly, his eyes, lit with a fire of rage, possessiveness and relief, relief at finally letting his pent-up feelings and the truth about you out to someone, including himself. Palpatine nods solemnly, sympathizing with Anakin's confession. "What do you plan to do about her vanishing?" That's what Anakin was dreading to be asked, as he had no idea what he would do. "I don't know. But it's not going to be good." At this, Palpatine suppresses a silent but malevolent grin. "Remember the anguish and anger you felt when you found your mother? The burning urge for revenge? Is that what you are feeling now?" Palpatine's voice takes a turn for the worse, sounding more sinister than ever, replacing his usual normal, caring tone. "Yes. It's not fair. How a Jedi Master, who does not care for Y\N gets to rescue her and learn about her being taken while I have to suffer with the expectation to be calm about it. It's insulting." Anakin blurts out angrily, his eyebrows arching in an angry expression. "Yes... and you came to me. Do you know what I recommend?" Anakin turns his back on the Chancellor, standing still but listening, quite intently.

"I recommend, Anakin, that you release your anger, in any possible way you see fit. You are aware of the Dark Side. You have hate, anger, save Y\N and all this time you have been locking it up. Let it out, Anakin. Let. It. Out." With This, Anakin storms out of the Chancellor's office, his intentions nothing short of ill-willed, he storms to the Jedi Council, his hand directly on his lightsaber as he storms into the Jedi Temple, the Council members, whom are still in session with their meeting about you, stare at him as if he was crazy. Activating his lightsaber he unseathed from his hip.

Meanwhile, you are seated in a luxurious but no doubt dark liar. Count Dooku approaches you and takes your hand, leading you inside another room, where countless Droids are all piloting a ship, a Neimoidian, no doubt the captain of the ship spouting commands left and right, to a room with a hologram of a figure, draped in black with a hood covering their eyes awaiting. "Lord Sidious, here she is." The figure, with it's arms seemingly stuck to it's chest, turns to you menacingly. "Jedi padawan Y\N L\N. It seems the offer and temptation struck a specific desire in you. I know you are separated from your precious Jedi on the mission to Kamino, where you were t recruit the awaiting manufactured Clone Army to return with the hope of being promoted to Jedi Mistress, as you wanted so badly." You nod, facing the hologram with both fearing but curious eyes. "Yes, t-that's right." You confirm and the hologram laughs, a sort of suffocated laugh, evil in nature.

"Your worshipped Anakin.... well, he's broken because of you. And here you are, standing in front of me, practically begging to be turned to the Dark Side." You nod once more. "That's right. But, Anakin, in what way is he broken?" With a twisted smile, Sidious explains. "Well, he's already turned to the Dark Side, in short. And it is all your fault. Your willingness to turn has well.... a reversed sort of effect on your beloved." Your eyes widen at this news. Anakin, turning? "Please, let me speak to him. Take me back." You try to demand. "If you prove yourself worthy, of course. Your master, Mace Windu has been opposed as a threat to the Sith. You must terminate him, show no mercy." You take a moment to decide and with a nod, you confirm you will do this. "I shall."

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Note: Sidious is down to the point ngl and not necessarily in character but it is my little version of Revenge of the Sith basically with a younger Ani and with you so I don't really care tbh but yeah. Part Twelve is going to come with a ridiculous amount of warnings.

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[lovelyrocker]

Like Me Part Eleven

Bones & All (AU)

Warnings: Blood, Murder Scene, Violence, Cannibalism, Arguing, Angst, Language

Characters: Lee, Reader, Liam(OMC)

Parings: None

Word Count: 2,824

She woke up with the sun, turning over in the queen bed to yet another empty spot next to her. She sat up looking around the room. The bed next to her was cold, making her wonder if he even came to bed last night. Like most nights this past week Lee has been staying on the couch in the living room. She had no idea why but didn’t pry either. 

After dressing and making the bed Y/N went downstairs to find Lee asleep on the couch in the living room. Just as she thought she would. She went to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee before going into the living room to wake Lee. To her surprise he was already awake, sitting up on the couch. 

“Hey.” She said, leaning against the door frame.

“Hey.”

“So, what’s with you sleeping down here lately?” She asks, staying across the room.

Lee ran a hand over his face. “Just thought it would be better for now.”

“How come?”

“Just cause.” He stood, folding his blanket. 

You gave a nod as he continued to put away his sleeping stuff. “You still want to take Liam camping this weekend?”

“Yeah. I figured we can leave tonight. When I get off of work.”

“I’ll pack today while you’re gone.” She tells him, watching him closely. 

“Okay.” Was all he said, still not looking at her. 

He felt hands gently touching his bare arms and he stopped. “Please talk to me.” She whispered, resting her chin on his shoulder. “Don’t close yourself off like you did.”

He turned, facing her. “That’s not what this is.” He told her quickly, taking her face into his hands. “I’m not trying to do that again. I promise.” He looked deep into her eyes. “There are some things I just want to keep you from.”

“Lee-”

“I know you want to know all of it but I don’t want you to.” He stroked her face with his thumb. “Please understand that.” She gave a nod and he kissed her forehead. “Thank you.”

She packed all of their bags and gear while Lee was at work, Liam jumping all around the house excited to go camping. She laughed as he rolled up his little sleeping bag and placed it on the pile. 

When Lee got home they loaded up the old pick up and headed out. Liam was a bouncing mess like he hadn’t been camping dozens of times in the last few months. They drove a few hours out of the way in the opposite direction that Lee last took Liam to “hunt”. Lee was quieter than normal. He didn’t really say must to Y/N or even look at her. 

That didn’t stop her from noticing him, though. The way he seemed like he had a constant lump in his throat. How he couldn’t take a deep breath. His fingers twitched as he gripped the steering wheel. His eyes didn’t focus fully. 

They pulled into an old forgotten campsite on the outskirt of a small town. The outer grass and trees were overgrown. The fire pit was last used way too long ago. Dark black soot was spread across the area. The lake way off in the distance left a bit of leeway from the mosquitos. No one was around. Not another camper for a while. Secluded.

Lee sets up the tent as you make sandwiches while Liam chases fireflies. Le made smores with Liam as you watched them talk about the day and Liam told Lee about the puppy he saw at the park. 

After a while Lee got him asleep. After two stories and a song. Lee shook his head as he walked out of the tent he saw you sitting next to the fire, covered in a blanket. She looked back and saw him. Holding out an arm she offered Lee the spot next to her beneath the blanket. He sat down and she placed the blanket over his shoulder before wrapping her hands around her mug.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so weird.” He tells her. 

“I trust that if it was something serious, you’d tell me.” She placed her mug to the side. “I just want to know if you are okay.”

Lee nods. “I’m okay.” He pushes her hair behind her ear. “It’s just an. . .eater thing.” She nods as her eyes drift to the ground covered in leaves. “Hey,” He places his hand on her cheek. She looks up at him. “I’m okay.” She nods, leaning her head on his shoulder.

Lee leans his face into her hair and breathes deep. She looks up at him, his eyes are shut as he breathes deeply. Leaning closer she presses her lips to him. He melts into her, his hands gripping her body. The kiss grows deep, Lee tasting her like a starving animal. She feels his lips on her neck trailing kisses down to her shoulder, pulling her shirt away as he goes. 

He stops at her pulse point, her racing heart causing her blood to rush through her veins. He drags his lips across her skin followed by the gentle feel of his teeth barely ghosting over her skin. “Lee?” She can feel him panting as he inhales her scent. She tries to back away but he holds her there. His grip on her arms is bruisingly tight. 

He pulls away, not looking up at her, breathing shallow. “I‘ve gotta-” He backs away. “I- I need air. I need to-” He stands. “I’ll be back later.” He starts walking away.

“Lee, wait!” You stand and start to go after him. 

He turns, holding his hands out to stop you. “Stop!” He shouts. “I just need to clear my head. I’ll be back.” His brow is furrowed and fearful as he looks at you. “I promise.” He tones soften and is more assuring. Or at least he was trying to be. “I promise. I will be back.”

Wrapping your arms around yourself you nod. “Okay.”

He turned, walking away. “Don’t wait up.”

She lay in the tent for hours, looking at the stars through the netting tent top. She looked over at the watch next to the sleeping bag. Two am. She grumbled and tossed the watch aside. He’d been going for five hours. She was starting to get worried. Braking sticks pulled her from her worrying.

Crawling out of the tent she zipped it behind herself. She heard the branches and leaves crushing again. “Lee?” She calls gently. She walks to the edge of the trees and calls again. “Lee?!” She jumps when a rabbit hops across the grass out of the tree line. She gives a chuckle to herself as she realizes it is an animal. 

A laugh catches her attention in the distance. She looks back at the tent, Liam asleep safely. She looks around making sure no one is around to worry about. After she is satisfied he is safe she follows the sound of broken laugher and rustling. After walking into the woods she see a flashlight in the distance. She stops as the light gets closer. They obviously have no clue she is there because they are moving closer to her. She remains still as she realizes they are Lee. Lee and some girl she’d never seen before, in a skimpy two piece. They are sitting on a downed tree, laughing, flirting. 

Her blood boils as she sees him whisper something into her ear. The girl leans close to Lee, nibbling beneath his ear. Y/N can feel her face growing hot at the sight in front of her. Lee’s arm around another woman, his lips on her skin. 

She watched as Lee’s eyes popped open with the shift of the wind. His head snapped towards where Y/N was standing and for a moment she thought he saw her. Then he went back to the girl’s neck. The giggling sound from the girl made Y/N’s stomach turn. 

The giggles suddenly turn to a strained gasp then a gurgled scream as Lee pulls a  bloody chunk of skin from the girl’s throat with his teeth. It happened so fast Y/N wasn’t sure what had happened at first. Then she saw Lee lowering the twitching body of this woman to the ground, the front of his body drenched and dripping with the spurting blood from the gaping wound on her neck. Y/N’s hands went to her mouth as she stifled a scream herself. Lee’s head snapped up. He laid the body down and stood, his eyes sight directly where Y/N was standing. 

He inhaled deeply. “Y/N?” She let out a gasp as you backed away slowly, but the leaves crunching beneath her feet gave her away.

She turned and began running through the woods. Lee was quicker than her though. His hands were on her, grabbing her and shoving her against a tree. “Don’t!” She struggled against him. “Please!” 

“I’m not gonna hurt you!” Lee shouted as if him being louder would get her to not be scared. The wind blew hard and Lee’s mouth watered. 

“Please, Lee!” She cried. She turned and looked up at him, opening her eyes clearly, blinking away the tears. Or trying to at least. His eyes were dark but soft. Like he was scared himself. “Please let me go.” Her voice was almost a whisper. 

“You can’t run.” He grits out.

“Please, Lee.”

He leans in close and the smell of her burns his throat. The grip on her arms was so tight she knew he was bruising her. There was a low growl that came from him and it made her tense in fear, her face turned away from him. He looked at the vein pulsing in her neck. His lips brushed against her neck as his grip lessened on her arms. 

He leaned in closer, his lips now beneath her ear. “Please don’t run.” He said low. She feels his head lean against hers as if in surrendered. “Please.” He brings his hand up against her cheek. “I’m not gonna hurt you. I swear.” He lifts his head, looking at her. Everywhere he touched he left blood smeared across her skin.  He leaned his forehead against hers. “Don’t be scared.” He lifted his head looking her in the eyes. “I won’t-”

“Mommy? Lee?” The sound of Liam’s voice in the distance makes you gasp.

Lee’s head snaps to the side and he sees Liam walking towards the body of the dead woman. Lee looks her in the eyes and with an unspoken understanding Lee walks away. 

“Hey, buddy!” Lee speaks, his entire demeanor and voice changes into a softer tone. 

“Where’s mommy?” Liam yawns.

“Mommy is okay. She just went for a walk. I got this for us.” Lee kneels next to Liam. 

“Really?!” Liam smiles, rubbing his belly. 

“Yeah, remember what I told you about eating?” Lee takes Liam’s shirt off and tosses it with his. 

“Chew around jewelry and be careful not to choke.”

“That’s right.” He pats the little boy’s shoulder. “You start. I’ll be right back.” Lee stands.

To his surprise she was gone. Shaking his head he walks back over to Liam and takes his spot next to his son and begins eating. Across the field she is standing there with tears running down her blood stained cheeks as she watches her three year old son and his father eat the body of this woman. Everytime the wind blows, Lee’s head pops up, smelling her. He knows Y/N is close but doesn’t know where. He can’t think about that right now. He needs to fill the growing hunger that keeps at him. 

When they are done Liam and Lee walk through the woods to the stream. “Mommy!” Liam shouts when he sees her sitting on a rock, washing her hands. 

The toddler runs up to her, covered in blood. “Hey, baby!” She sniffles her need to cry. “Oh, look at you! Let’s get you cleaned.” 

“I can-”

“I got it.” She tells Lee, grabbing the towel she brought with herself.

With resolve she washed her child clean from the blood and rinsed his clothes clean. She didn’t show fear nor sadness. Not a single tear was shed. Lee watched her as he cleaned himself in the stream. She never even looked at him. 

Lee spent the day teaching Liam how to aim and shoot his new slingshot. Sure Y/N had the rule of not shooting animals, so cans and bottles had to do. By that afternoon Liam was worn out. After a dinner of ham sandwiches and chips, Liam fell asleep quickly. Of course Lee had to tuck him in.

When Lee got out of the tent he didn’t see Y/N by the fire like her expected. He walked to the truck and saw the bag sitting on the ground. Kneeling Lee opened it and saw it was fully packed. He turned, his eyes scanning the area. Panic rushed through him when he didn’t see her.

He stood running towards the woods. “Y/N!” He called the deeper he got into the brush. He found her sitting in the spot he killed the woman the night before. He'd long gotten rid of the body. All that was left was bloody leaves and damp blood soaked dirt and sticks. “Y/N?”

When she turned to him he could see the tears running down her cheeks. She stood and turned to him. “What are you doing out here?”

“I was-” He gestured back and turned to her again. “I saw your bag.” He walked closer. He studied her face for a minute before his shoulders fell. “You’re skipping out. Aren’t you?”

She shook her head crying harder. “ I was going to.” She wiped at her face. “But I can’t. I can’t leave him.” Lee wanted nothing more than to hold her and comfort her but knew he couldn’t get any closer. That familiar burning was at the back of his throat. “I’m scared Lee, I don’t know if I can do this.”

He walked closer. “That’s why I never wanted you to see this part of it.” He tells her. “It’s too much for people who don’t have to do it.”

“You killed that poor girl last night, Lee.”

“He wasn;t as innocent as she looked.” He spat. “Knowing I was in a relationship only made her want to fuck me more. She was a slut.”

“It didn’t matter!”

“You can’t look at it like that!” Lee tells her. “You can’t look at them as people! She was a whore who went after taken men. Or wife beaters and abusive assholes! They aren't people. They are a waste of space! The world is better off without!”

“How can you look at it that way?”

“Because I have to in order to survive.” He growled. His body was boiling hot as his heart hammered in his chest. 

“Lee,” SHe noticed his eyes were dark and unfocused. He was sweaty and could barely stand. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.” He leaned back against a tree. He shut his eyes, taking a breath but all he did was fill himself with her scent. When he reopened  his eyes she was closer. “Fuck.” He murmured to himself.

He leaned forward, bracing his hands on his knees. She ran to him, kneeling in front of him, placing her hands on his face. “Lee? Lee, look at me.”

“Don’t,” He mumbled, trying to move away from her. 

“Lee, what’s happening?” Lee hits his knees as she holds his face in her hands. “COme on.” She tries to help him up.

The feeling was sharp. Like lightning through her skin. Le’s teeth pierced through her flesh as easily as a knife slicing through butter. She screamed, his hand coming down over her mouth. He unclenched his jaw just to move his mouth to a new spot and bite down again. The feeling of his teeth breaking through her soft skin the, taste of her blood on his tongue made the feeling in him subside instantly. The burning in the back of his throat was finally quenched. 

When his teeth sank in for the third time the ringing in his ears finally calmed and that was when he heard the muffled screaming from beneath him. 

Lee released her, her body falling to the ground. She scurried away holding pressure against her shoulder, crying from the pain. 

“Oh God!” Lee stood, standing over her with terror in his eyes. “No, no, no-” He moved towards her and she backed away frantically. 

Lee froze, looking down at her. She was terrified of him. The one thing he never wanted to do, he did. She was shaking, covered in blood on the ground in the woods, crying hysterically. Lee did the only thing he could think to do.

He ran.

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[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

Time for another repost with new header art by @sowrongitslottie!

This is for the eleventh installment of the A Herrmann/Halstead Production series: IT'S DECEMBER 23RD, WILL!!!

It's December 23rd and Will hasn't done his Christmas shopping yet...

Characters: Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann (OC character), Jay Halstead, Will Halstead, Greg "Mouse" Gerwitz, Christopher Herrmann, and various OneChicago characters

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Tempting fate

Summary: The journey of a soldier made anew, riddled with the guilt of his past and on a steady path to redemption.

Warnings: Violence, injury, mild language, trauma, more warnings as the series progresses.

Word count: 7.1k

a/n: Thank you all for the support on the previous chapters, I'm glad you're enjoying the story so far :) Don't be afraid to request anything you'd like to see in the story or any one shot ideas you have.

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Chapter eleven

The ride back from the African coast was charged with something uncomfortable, foreign, and everybody was stuck in their own heads, recalling the events that had happened only a few hours prior.

Natasha had narrowly missed her mind being warped by the female twin but seeing her team so affected had her mind reeling as well. Clint was the only one fit enough to pilot the Quinjet and he had called Maria for advice on what to do for his team.

“The news is loving you guys. Nobody else is. There’s been no official call for Banner’s arrest but… it’s in the air.”

Bruce wrapped his blanket closer to his body at Maria’s words, squeezing his eyes shut as if it’d all go away if he did. Steve sat with his back against the wall, his normally optimistic disposition severely dampened, the only reassurance being Natasha’s comforting presence beside him.

As for Thor, he paced around the jet, wringing his hands together in thought, his eyebrows scrunched together, and Tony sat beside Clint, unusually silent, wondering what he could have done differently.

“Stark relief foundation?”, Tony questioned.

“Already on the scene. How’s the team?”

Tony looks around the jet before sighing deeply, “Everyone’s…we took a hit; we’ll shake it off.”

“Well, for now I’d stay in stealth mode, and stay away from here.”

Tony turns to face Maria’s face on the jet’s screen, “So run and hide?”

Maria shrugs, her face full of sympathy, “Until we can find Ultron I… don’t have much else to offer.

“Neither do we.” Tony ends the call, leaning back in his seat with a groan, rubbing his temples.

Clint turns to him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “If you wanna get some sleep now’s a good time cause there’s still a few hours out.”

Tony frowns, tilting his head towards him, “a few hours from… where?”

“A safehouse.”

//

Clint had flown the team out to his house out in the middle of nowhere, where his family was, and Laura and his kids gladly welcomed them, offering them a place to stay of they wanted it.

Thor had left not long after, claiming that he needed answers to what he saw in Wanda’s induced ‘dream’, and Cap had taken some time away from the group to think. To think about all he’d had seen in his own ‘dream’ and to think about what his next move was. He reckoned he’d come see you, not only to check up on you but to get away from everything, maybe a new setting would help him navigate his way through.

Later into the day, once everyone had settled, Tony had gone outside to help Steve chop some wood for Laura and to chat.

“Thor didn’t say where he was going for answers?”

Steve grunted as he chopped a slab of wood in half, kicking it to the side and grabbing another, “No. He didn’t seem too keen on telling me either.”

“Just give him time, we don’t know what the Maximoff showed him.” Tony comforted, grabbing his own piece of wood, and placing it on the stump in the ground.

“’Earth’s mightiest heroes’, pulled us apart like cotton candy.”

“You know Ultron’s trying to tear us apart, right?”

Steve sighed, sitting down on the stump of wood, “Yeah, I figured that much.”

Tony copied his actions, looking out into the fields of grass, “We can’t let him. He might have read our files but that isn’t us, not really. We’re a team, Rogers, and just like you said; whatever happens, we’ll do it together.”

Steve felt as if he was being exposed to a different side to Tony, a side empowered by fierce determination and genuine regard for those around him. Steve didn’t think Tony had the ability to be more propitious than him but he’s beginning to believe otherwise.

Steve was moved by Tony’s unwavering faith in his team and had given the other man a resolute nod, a newly enforced sense of confidence stirring within him, “Together.”

//

Royal Holloway, University of London

Thor had decided his best chance at getting any answers resided in his kind-of friend, Erik Selvig. Thor needed help finding a long-forgotten relic in history, his ticket to understanding the nature of his dream and what it had been trying to tell him.

He was sure that if he sent his subconscious back to that place in his mind, he could get something out of Heimdall, a clue he had missed; a play on words that he had failed to notice. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was looking out for, but he wouldn’t stop until he found it, it all seemed too great a risk to push to the back of his mind.

“The water of sight.” Erik marvelled as he gazed into the glistening pool of water before him, he had read about it, but he’d never thought it was actually real. His knowledge, however small, seemed sufficient grounds to warn Thor of its danger.

“The men who enter that water, the legends… don’t end well.”, he warned, Thor brushing past him to kneel before the water.

“Every realm has a reflection, if the water spirits accept me, I can return to my dream and find what I missed.

Erik understood that his efforts were most likely futile, and his assumption was proved correct when Thor stripped in front of him and stepped into the water. He had submerged his head, rising to the surface with deep expulsions of air, his eyes drifting backwards until they were nearly fully white.

The familiar environment from his dream returned in full force and Thor didn’t waste any time searching for anything out of the ordinary but as he came to, he was struck with that same flash of lighting from before. This time was different though, this time it was almost as if a third eye had opened to him and suddenly Ultron’s intentions were terrifyingly clear. Annihilation.

Loki’s sceptre seemed to spin around his mind, the blue hue protecting whatever was inside, cracking to reveal a yellow stone but what confused him the most, was the steady beat of a pulse. It rang through his ears painfully loud, and he was startled back to reality as he watched the stone plunge grotesquely through what appeared to be your chest.

Your face was blurred and fuzzy, but he recognised it well enough. He shot up out of the water with a heaving chest, scrambling out of it and ignoring Erik’s concerned calls for him, he needed to get back to Steve.

//

The team were taken by surprise at Fury’s unannounced arrival, desperate to get any advice they could out of him. He didn’t have much to offer besides what they already knew. They had all gathered around the kitchen to share their ideas but so far all Fury had done is remind them of the hopeless situation they were stuck in.

“Ultron took you guys out of play to by himself time. My contacts all say he’s building something. The amount of vibranium he made off with, I don’t think it’s just one thing. My best bet is that he’s building an army.”

“What about Ultron himself?”

Fury brushed Steve’s question off, it obviously wasn’t his main concern, “Oh, he’s easy to track, he’s everywhere. The guy is multiplying faster than a catholic rabbit. It still doesn’t help us get an idea on any of his plans though.”

Somewhere off to the side of the kitchen, Tony expelled his frustration by throwing darts rather harshly at a dart board, “Is he still going after launch codes?”

“Yes he is, but he’s not making any headway.” Fury confesses, grabbing a knife from the block and cutting up some fruits for the kids. He figured if he was going to be in Laura’s house, he might as well make himself useful to her. “He’s fixated on the missiles, but the codes are constantly being changed.”

“By whom?”, Tony’s question is just barely out of his mouth before he’s flinching back, Clint having thrown a dart at the board right beside his head. He sends Clint an unamused glance and receives a sly grin and a shrug in response.

“Parties unknown.”

“Do we have an ally?”

Fury shakes his head at Natasha’s question, “Ultron has an enemy, that is not the same thing. Still, I’d pay folding money to know who it is.”

Natasha sighs, a tired smirk pulling at her lips, “Well, this is good times, boss, but I was kinda hoping when I saw you, you’d have more than that.”

“I do. I have you.”, Fury looks around at the team, stepping from behind the kitchen counter and towards the cluttered table Natasha sits at. “Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere and ears everywhere else. You kids had all the tech you could dream of. Here we all are, back on earth, with nothing but our wit and our will to save the world.”

There’s a look of solemnity on all the faces in the room, fury was right, they haven’t been dealt the best cards, but they have each other and the ever-present motive that they’re all the world’s got.

“Ultron says the Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission, and whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction.”, Fury had perfectly sum up what everyone had been thinking and it was a frightening reality that crashed down upon them. “All this, laid in a grave. So stand. Outwit the platinum bastard.”

In hopes of bringing the mood up slightly, Natasha wears a genuine smirk, titling her head in Steve’s direction, “Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk.”

Steve huffs, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, “You know what, Romanoff?”

Fury ignores the joke being shared between the two, assuming a serious expression, “So what does he want?”

“To become better, better than us.”, Steve clarifies.

Tony steps further into the room, wearing his signature smirk, “Let’s stop him before he can, then.”

This was enough to get the team up and moving, suits being put back on and goodbyes being said. Clint had taken a moment to just bask in all that was his wife, her, his family… they were all the motivation he needed to keep going back out there.

Steve had run Tony through his plan, explaining how he was taking Clint and Natasha with him to scope out Ultron while simultaneously trying to get a hold of Thor. Tony was going to Oslo to try and find who was changing those nuclear codes and he’d reassured Steve that he’d join them as quick as he could.

Steve, Clint, and Natasha had said their farewells and were only a few metres away from the house when Thor, accompanied by a crash of thunder, landed right in front of them. Steve’s relieved expression switched to one of concerns when he saw the faraway look in Thor’s eyes.

“Thor, what happened?”

“The stone, it’s…”

“It’s what? Where is it?”

“The soldier…”

Steve had barely heard Thor’s mumbled words, but he did, and his face fell just as Thor’s had done. He needed a better explanation, but for now, his original route was changing, and he’d have to tell Tony about the change in plan.

//

Wakanda

You had been talking quietly with Shuri in your quarters when Steve barged in. It took you by surprise and you were quick to step protectively in front of Shuri, which surprised both her and you. Your fists lowered when you saw who it was though, you could admit you were glad to see him but you were more confused as to why he looked so determined.

“Where is it?”

You frowned at his tone, not quite understanding his question, and growing frustrated at the way he was demanding the answer from you, “Where’s what?”

“The stone, where is it?”

You didn’t have enough time to question him again before Thor was storming into the room, pushing you back by the shoulders, “Where is it!”

This didn’t seem to be the best idea and Shuri was beside you in a second, trying to calm you down before you did anything. She was too late, however, as your eyes had glossed over and you were advancing towards Thor, kicking him backwards into the wall behind him. Steve didn’t think he could handle another fight against you, so he kept his shield on his back, keeping a cautious distance between you.

“Y/N, Thor didn’t mean any harm, he’s just confused.”

That didn’t seem to faze you as you trudged over to Thor, picking him up by his suit and tossing him across the room, what you failed to notice was his hammer barrelling towards you, the force of the hit sending you flying backwards into a wooden cabinet.

Steve looked to Shuri for help, and she thought quickly before ushering him out of the room, Thor too. You had noticed Steve moving to make an exit, but Thor was proving to be more stubborn, marching back in your direction and punching you square in the jaw.

Your anger was increasing exponentially, and Shuri feared it would erase all your arduous work, so she thought back to your  most recent sessions and yelled the first thing that came to her head, hoping it would calm you down.

“Bury the hatchet, Y/N! The night’s making its rounds!”

You kicked Thor away from you, standing quickly, but you don’t move. Your eyes squeeze shut and your pupils flicker behind your eyelids. Everybody watches you with rapt attention, Shuri nodding with an encouraging smile when your eyes open to look at her.

“Bury the hatchet. It’s over now.”

Your fists unclench at your sides, and you keep your gaze locked onto Shuri as you mimic her deep breaths, your eyes slowly returning to normal and your shoulders slumping slightly.

Thor doesn’t advance, he just takes a couple labored breaths before moving to stand beside Steve. Once Shuri’s positive you’ve calmed down enough, she leads the two men out the room and lets you collapse weakly against your bed.

“What were you idiots thinking? Do you know the damage you could have done?”

Steve is quick to interject Thor, throwing Shuri a sympathetic look, “We’re sorry, we just wanted to talk.”

Shuri scoffed, pointing a fiinger at Thor, “Talk my ass, this bimbo over here tried to kill him.”

“I wasn’t exactly trying to- “

Thor shut up at Steve’s nudge and Shuri’s glare, biting his tongue and looking away. Shuri sighed impatiently and Steve figured he should probably explain their sudden visit.

“We need him to tell us where one of the stones are. Thor has been led to believe that Y/N knows something about it.”

“Who told him that?”

“I… saw it in a dream.”, Thor mumbles, not meeting Shuri’s eye. He understood how ridiculous it sounded.

Shuri’s face blanks at that and she turns to walk away from the two, “No.”

Steve moves forward, stepping into line with her, “Shuri please, we’re under a lot of pressure right now and this could be our only hope to finding any answers.”

“You want to interrogate my patient about something that might not even be true, does that sound smart to you?”

Steve considers her words for a second and scratches his head when he realises how it looks on their part, “Look, can you please just… ask him about it or do a scan just, anything…please.”

The desperate edge to Steve’s voice has her relenting, stopping to face the two men, “If he doesn’t know anything about it…”

“We’ll drop it, swear.” Steve promises, a hopeful glint to his eyes.

Shuri stares at him for a moment before nodding.

While Shuri and the two men discussed how they were going to approach asking you about this, Natasha decided to talk to you again with the hopes that things would go better this time.

She had asked the guards if they could let her in to see you, and they were hesitant due to what had just happened with Thor but allowed her to enter after a bit of convincing from Clint. Stepping inside, she noticed the damage of the few moments prior and internally cussed out Thor for being so reckless.

That was all brushed to the side when she saw your stilled form on the floor beside your bed, head in your hands and knees curled up to your chest.

She hadn’t wanted to say anything, but she swallowed her pride and shuffled a little closer to you, “I heard what happened.”

You didn’t react to her words; you didn’t do anything at all, and she feared she wouldn’t be able to get through to you.

“Thor can be a little boisterous sometimes but I’m sure he didn’t mean to be so rough.”

She heard your muffled scoff and took it as a win, talking again, “Then again, fighting somebody isn’t the best way to get anything out of them.”

“Why are you back?”

She felt a little disheartened at your snappy tone but figured it was warranted, “We needed to talk to you, about the stone- “

“No, why are you back?”

She frowned at your question, not really knowing what to say, “Uh, I presumed you wouldn’t want Steve or Thor in here with you right now.”

“I don’t want any of you in here, and I don’t know anything about this stone you talk of.”

Natasha sighed, sitting down next to you on the floor and rolling her eyes when you moved away from her, “Thor, he… saw the stone in a dream and apparently, he saw you too.”

You lifted your head to look at her, your eyes narrowed in irritation, “A dream? He came here and attacked me all for a dream?”

Natasha kind of just looked at you for a moment, what you had said was true, but it seemed pretty bad when said aloud, “Well, yeah.”

You raised your eyebrows at her in disbelief and she shrugged, she didn’t have much else to give you.

You took a deep breath, “Okay, what… happened in the dream?”

“According to him, he saw the stone free itself from its protective…haven? I don’t know what it is, but then he said it had plunged through a human heart. Your heart.”

You paused at this, turning your body to face her, “My heart?” At her nod, you looked at the space just past her, trying to understand what she could possibly mean. There wasn’t a stone in your heart, there wasn’t anything in your heart.

“I know it’s confusing, and we aren’t giving you much to work with but, it’s all we’ve got.”

You leant back against your bed, running your hands tiredly over your face, this was all too much for one night, “I feel like I have... no idea who I am. There’s so much I don’t know…”

“We don’t know for sure if it’s true. Thor might have mistaken you for someone else.”

“But what if he didn’t?”, Natasha felt a little exposed by the way you were looking at her, she hadn’t seen this side of you before, “What if he’s right, and Hydra found another way to ruin me, another way to make sure I never escape them?”

Natasha moved forward to catch your eye, “Y/N, Hydra wont control you forever, so what if there’s a stone in you, they have no power over it.”

“But it has all the power over me.”

Natasha slumped at your words; she didn’t know anything about the stone so she couldn’t reassure you. She didn’t know if you even had it in you, or the effect it would have if you did. She felt hopeless, but she could only imagine how much worse you were feeling. It was because of this that the next words came tumbling out of her mouth.

“I’ll stay.”, your confused head tilt didn’t faze her, “I’ll stay, and tomorrow or whenever you feel well enough, we’ll find out the truth.”

You didn’t exactly know how to react to that, you hadn’t expected her to be so… caring. She didn’t seem like the type. Steve? sure, but not her. Though you were sceptical, you saw no harm in her offer, so you agreed and hoped it wouldn’t come to bite you in the ass later.

//

You had started to regret taking Natasha up on her offer.

Shuri had dug through memories so deep in your mind, they didn’t even feel like memories anymore. You didn’t know what exactly she was looking for, but you knew that it hurt. A fiery sensation in your body every time something new was brought to the surface, an aching numbness as you witnessed the cruelty in which you had been subjected to.

Natasha had kept her word, standing patiently in the corner of the room besides Clint as they waited. She hadn’t been the most unpleasurable company, she was supportive as best she could be, and it was nice to not have someone put so much pressure on you.

Clint was okay too, but his protectiveness over Natasha made him hard to be around, it was like he was sure you were going to hurt her at any given chance.

The session had been mostly uneventful aside for a few false clues, but other than that, Shuri was confident they weren’t going to find anything. You had thought the same until a burning sensation arose in your chest. It made you squirm, your eyes pulling together in discomfort.

Shuri had noticed it but saw it as a means to keep going, and as she did, the pain only got worse. Steve had asked her what was happening, but she didn’t know either, she just watched as your hands clenched against the seat and your jaw clenched tightly.

You didn’t know what you were feeling but you wanted it to stop, so much so, you pulled at your hand restraints and murmured a strained “Stop.”

Shuri wanted to, she did, but she was making a possible breakthrough and she couldn’t stop now. She had enough faith in you to know you could handle it.

Your breathing picked up as entirely foreign memories flicked through your mind, you were lost, you didn’t remember any of what you were seeing but you remembered the pain as if you were reliving it.

Among the rapid images speeding past your eyes, you recognised one of the rooms, a dark cell with a narrow hallway and grey walls marked with tallies.

You watched as your figure appeared in the room and the image got clearer. You could see your sunken cheeks and your pale skin in the dim light, your timid footsteps as you walked the narrow hallway. There were faint voices echoing around the room that you couldn’t distinguish, they sounded far away, easy enough to ignore.

What caught your eye next was the yellow hue appearing on your face in the memory. As you neared it, it only got brighter, so bright that you had to squint. Everything changed suddenly, you watched as your memory self was pushed roughly into a metal chair, hands and legs restrained while your eyes were covered with a black cloth.

Natasha looked to Steve as she noticed your heart rate picking up on the monitor, sweat dripping from your face. Steve didn’t look back at her, he just watched as you writhed against your seat. He wasn't allowed to intervene and it was unsettling him.

Your memory self-had been blindfolded but the memory hadn’t gone dark, you could still see it all. You watched as your chair was wheeled towards the yellow hue, the men who had restrained you hurrying away to the darkness behind you.

You could see the rise and fall of your chest as you yelled in the memory, slamming your back against the seat as the yellow light only grew stronger around you.

You felt dizzy all of a sudden, like you were losing your balance but that couldn’t be right because you were sitting, both in the memory and in real life.

The room knew why your head was spinning before you did, watching as blue streaks branched from your bare chest, it was like the veins were pumping something else, something other than blood, all leading from where your heart was.

You felt your breath weaken as the memory played out, paying close attention to how the front of the shirt you were wearing began to burn and tear away, leaving your chest exposed.

You were shocked to silence when the yellow hue faded slightly to reveal the stone, and you definitely hadn’t seen it coming when it shot right through your chest, your body jolting back as blood poured out of you.

You had awoken form the memory immediately after, screaming and shaking in your seat as the blue in your veins slowly darkened and spread across your whole body. The occupants of the room had stepped outside in fear of an outburst, watching through the protective glass as you lashed around in pain.

Even Shuri couldn’t explain what she was seeing, so the rest of the group were left completely speechless. Shuri quickly made the executive decision to activate the sedative canula in your arm, waiting as your body slowly stilled to a stop.

As much as the team wanted to know what that was about, Tony had already called three times that morning saying they needed to finish their mission, so Steve had asked Shuri to call them as soon as she could with any answers and to let them know if you were okay.

He really hoped you were.

//

NEXUS internet hub, Oslo

“A hacker who’s faster than Ultron? He could be anywhere, and as this is the centre of everything, I’m just a guy looking for a needle in the world’s biggest haystack.”

Tony typed away at the computer in the centre of the room, surrounded by a few workers and a massive data server room.

One of the workers frowns, turning to Tony, “How do you find it?”

“It’s pretty simple. You bring a magnet.”, he smirks.

//

Wanda had felt a disturbance.

She couldn’t quite explain it, it was a sensation in her bones, one that made her uneasy. It was like a shift in the atmosphere, but not hers.

Whatever it was, it had flooded her mind with dreadful things, images of destruction and pain, chaos. It was a warning, a warning that had all fingers pointing towards Ultron. She had been in the same room as him when it happened, and he had immediately walked over to her at her sudden gasp.

“What? What is it?”

She had flinched away from him, her brother holding her against him as she panted in horror, “How could you?”

“How could I what?”, Ultron was extremely confused as to the nature of her outburst.

“You said… we would destroy the Avengers, make a better world.”

“It will be better.”

Wanda’s eyes widened at his implication, “When everyone is dead?”

“That is not…”, Ultron was growing frustrated, she didn’t know what she was talking about, and she was going to ruin his plan if she didn’t stop questioning him. “The human race will have every opportunity to improve.”

Both the twins watched the robot in shock as he spoke, Pietro only now catching on, “And if they don’t?”

“Ask Noah.”

Wanda scoffed in incredulity at this, shaking her head, “You’re a madman.”

Ultron takes a frustrated deep breath before speaking, “There have been more than a dozen extinction-level threats before even the dinosaurs got theirs. When the earth starts to settle, God throws a stone at it. And believe me, he’s winding up.”

The twins step away from the synthezoid, terror swimming in their eyes as they realise their mistake trusting this guy.

“We have to evolve, there’s no room for the weak.”

“And who decides who’s weak?”, Pietro mutters.

Ultron chuckles maniacally, “Life. Life always decides.”

Suddenly, the sound of an aircraft can be heard overhead and Ultron sighs, “There’s incoming. A Quinjet, we have to move.”

Before Ultron can stop them, Pietro grabs Wanda, speeding her out of the room and Ultron raises his hands in confusion.

“Wait! Guys!”

He heaves a heavy sigh, taking out the doctors in the vicinity, “They'll learn soon enough.”

//

Steve hops off the Quinjet and over a railing onto a rooftop, looking over to the lab where Ultron was last located, pressing his finger into his comms, “Two minutes. Stay close.”

He makes his way over to the building, rushing through the halls to find Dr Cho huddled behind a desk, “Dr Cho, are you okay?”

She nods, her breath heavy as she talks, “Yes, I’m fine. He shot the rest of my team, but I managed to hide before he could get to me.”

Steve nods, standing to help her up but she pulls him back down, “The gem, it’s power is uncontainable. You can’t let Ultron get to it.”

“I won’t.” Steve affirms.

“Good. Go.”

Up in the sky, Clint and Natasha watched overhead for any signs of Ultron, Clint piloting and Natasha checking any departures from the local airports.

“We got a private jet taking off across town. No manifest. That could be him.”

Clint shook his head as he watched a truck exit out from under a bridge, “There, it’s a truck from the lab. Right above you, Cap. On the loop by the bridge.”

Clint watched as the Quinjet scanned for heat signatures, “it’s them. You got three in the back, one in the cab. I could take out the driver.”

“Negative. We don’t want to cause any more disruption than we’re already going to. We need to draw out Ultron.”

Steve watches from the overpass as the truck below nears, shaking his nerves before leaping over the edge and landing on the top of the truck.

Ultron looks to the ceiling of the truck, groaning at the sudden thump, “No, no, no, no. Leave me alone!”

Ultron shoots a laser at the back door of the truck, Steve grabbing on to the edge of the door as it flies open, smashing him against the side of the truck. He kicks off the side, pushing himself forward and hurling himself upwards when Ultron singes the door off, just barely managing to get a grip on the truck when he comes back down.

“Well, he’s definitely unhappy. I’m gonna try and keep him that way”, Steve groans, pulling himself up.

“You’re not a match for him, Cap.”

Steve pants, attempting to catch his breath, “Thanks, Barton.”

As Steve peaks his head into the truck, Ultron blasts him back, Steve landing heavily on the car behind him, shattering the windshield in the process.

He recovers quickly, leaping onto an oncoming van and swinging off its side mirror, landing in front of Ultron on his truck.

“You know what that stone has? The power to make real change and that terrifies you.”

“I wouldn’t call it a comfort.”, Steve reaches behind him to grab his shield, launching it at Ultron and sending him flying back.

Ultron bounces back, shooting his lasers; which Steve blocks with his shield, and in a brief moment between Ultron’s attacks, he kicks his shield into the robot’s chest. Ultron rips it out, tossing it to the floor of the passing highway.

“Stop it.”

Ultron kicks him backwards off the edge of the truck and Steve lands in front of the windshield, the bot that was driving pushing his hand through the glass to grab Steve. Steve doges the blow, rolling to the side and out of sight of the bots.

In the jet, Natasha swings her leg over the motorcycle sitting at the back of the jet, Clint pressing a few buttons to get the door below it open, “We got a window, four, three… give him hell.”

Natasha drops down from the jet, kicking the bike into gear as she speeds through the highway, weaving in between cars. She catches sight of Steve’s shield on the floor and sighs, heading for it, “I’m always picking up after you boys.”

“They’re heading under the overpass, I’ve got no shot.”, Clint states, looking down to the street below and finding where to navigate Natasha.

“Which way?”

“Hard right… now.”

Natasha turns, slipping through the backstreets and coming up to an exit, the truck speeding past as she looks up to see Cap fighting hand to hand with Ultron. Ultron has Steve by the neck, hanging him over the edge of the truck. Steve turns his head the best he can to catch the shield Natasha throws him, smashing it into Ultron’s face and knocking him to his knees.

Ultron huffs, lifting a piece of the ground with a magnetic field, effectively blocking Natasha form driving any further.  She drifts the bike to a different lane, catching up to the truck once again and swerving out of the way of the lasers being shot at her from the bots inside the back of the truck.

She makes the quick decision to turn onto the walkway up to the bridge, yelling at people to watch out, “Clint, can you draw out the guards?”

“Let’s find out.”, Clint flies the jet downwards, shooting the turrets from the front of the jet at Ultron on the top of the truck. This causes the remaining bots to fly after it, Clint leading them away from the truck. The bots latch onto the jet, trying to break the glass but Clint spins the jet in rapid circles, knocking them off.

In Ultron’s moment of weakness, Steve manages to grab him, tossing him into a pillar, ducking when Ultron flies back, smashing into Steve at full speed and sending them both flying into the train behind them. Steve resumes fighting him, glass shattering all around them as the civilians on the train scream in terror.

Steve groans as Ultron pins him to the wall, sending an onslaught of punches at him, but suddenly a flash of blue sends Ultron flying backwards, red mist wrapping around the trains handlebars and trapping Ultron in the opposite carriage.

Ultron turns behind him to face Wanda, “Please, don’t do this.”

“What choice do we have?”

Ultron sighs, shooting a laser at the driver on the far end of the train and bursting through the trains doors to escape.

Steve jumps over the scattered chairs, heading for the train driver, “I lost him! He’s headed your way!”

“Have you got eyes on Nat?”, Clint demands.

“Get the Quinjet out of here!”

"Have you got eyes on Nat!”, he pleads.

“Go!”

Clint slams his fists against his seat, increasing the acceleration and flying the Quinjet away from Ultron.

Steve watches in fear as the train goes barrelling towards civilians and a nearby street market, turning to the twins, “Civilians in our path!”

Pietro speeds off to get as many people out of the way as he can and Wanda turns to Cap as he stares at her, “Can you stop this thing?”

Wanda steps back, projecting her magic through the train floor and down to the wheels, using all her strength to stop them moving. Her and her brother work in tandem to prevent any casualties, the train smashing through the concrete ground as it slows to an eventual stop, Steve panting as it does.

The people on the train are quick to run off, coughing from the smoke, and Wanda heads over to Pietro, placing a concerned hand on his shoulders as he catches his breath.

“I’m fine. I just need to take a minute.”

“I’m very tempted not to give you one.” Steve announces, his expression firm as he looks at the two.

“Did he get the stone?”, Wanda questions.

“Stark will take care of that.”

Wanda shakes her head, stepping back, “No he won’t.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, Stark’s not crazy.”

“He will do anything to make things right.”

Steve stares at her for a moment before turning away, “Stark, come in. Stark… anyone on comms.”

Wanda’s jaw clenches as she watches Cap, “Ultron can’t tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it, where do you think he gets that?”

“Not Stark. Contrary to popular belief, Stark didn’t have any part in this.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“It isn’t your job to.”

//

The lab, Avengers tower

“Anything on Nat?”, Clint asks as Tony strolls into the room.

“I haven’t heard. But she’s alive or Ultron would be rubbing our faces in it.”

“Speaking of Ultron. He’s gonna go after the stone, you know that right?”, Bruce comments, placing his glasses on the table beside him and leaning back on it.

Tony sighs, nodding, “Yeah I’ve been thinking about that. I think the soldier could be a good asset.”

“What?”

“Are you serious?”

Tony holds his hands up in surrender at Clint and Bruce’s exclamations, explaining himself, “He’s stronger than all of us, and if he actually has that stone in him… it could give us the upper hand.”

“Or Ultron could take it right out of his chest and kill us all with it.”

Tony grimaces, sighing, “Look, Steve told me what happened in Wakanda, his body has adapted to protect the stone. It’s not going anywhere.”

“So what, we fly him out here, have him fight Ultron and game over? He doesn’t even have full control over his mind yet.”, Clint argues, having witnesses first hand your fight with Thor.

“We don’t need him to. In fact, if he goes full super soldier, he has a better chance of taking out Ultron.”

Clint shakes his head, looking away, and Bruce gives Tony an unconvincing shrug. Tony rolls his eyes, walking over to Clint.

“Any chance Natasha might leave you a message, outside the internet? Old school spy stuff.”

Clint shrugs, scratching the back of his neck, “There are some nets I can cast. Yeah, I’ll find her.”

//

Over at Ultron’s factory of sorts, Natasha comes to, Ultron having knocked her unconscious and taken her to where he does all his robot building. She looks around in confusion, Ultron spotting her movement from his place at a wooden table, reassembling one of his bots.

“I wasn’t sure you’d wake up. I hoped you would, I wanted to show you. I don’t… have anyone else.”

Natasha groans as she sits up, trying to steady her spinning head and focus her eyes on Ultron.

“I think a lot about meteors. The purity in them. Boom! The end. Start again. The world made clean for the new man to rebuild.” He takes a few steps towards Natasha, his tone growing angrier.

“I was meant to be new. I was meant to be beautiful. The world would have looked to the sky and seen hope, seen mercy. Instead they’ll look up in horror, because of you.”

Natasha shuffles back in fear as Ultron approaches her, trying to find her footing.

“You have wounded me; I give you full marks for that. But like the man said, what doesn’t kill me…”

Suddenly, Ultron’s head is ripped into pieces, his body slumping to the floor. Behind stands a taller, more advanced Ultron, “Just makes me stronger.”

He slams the gate shut in front of Natasha, her heavy breaths filling the room as he walks away.

After some time, Natasha regains her composure and begins using the old Ultron’s broken parts to build a form of communication to Clint, which he hears back at the tower. She clicks a button in her hands like a morse code device and on the other end, he smirks, finding out exactly where she is from the coordinates she gives him.

“That’s my girl.”

//

The lab, Avengers tower

It hadn’t taken long for Steve to get back to the tower and the rest of the team were surprised to see that he had brought the twins, Tony perking up almost immediately.

“I’m sorry, I must have missed a few chapters because last time I checked, those two were the enemy.”

“They’re with us now, Stark. They wanna help.”

Tony acquiesces, Bruce speaking up, “You sure she isn’t your head?”, he sneers.

Wanda shrinks back behind her brother, looking guilty for her actions and her Pietro pulls her closer to him, “We realise what we did was wrong, but we want to make things right.”

The team watch him in consideration for a moment before relenting.

“Steve, I’ve been meaning to run something through with you.”, Tony announces, walking over towards him.

Bruce shakes his head, straightening up to hear Tony’s brilliant plan once again. Tony isn’t fazed though; he just stands stall and figures out the best way to articulate his idea.

“So, as we all know, our infamous soldier holds something very special within him,”

Steve turns to the twins, mumbling a quiet “The stone.” Once he sees their confused faces, he shrugs, portraying that he doesn’t know much about it either. Tony continues.

“Yes, the stone, and while he’s wildly irrational and dangerous and impulsive…”

“Tony.”, Steve warns.

“Right, sorry. While he’s… not in the best of conditions, I believe he could be a great asset to the team. Ah ah. silence, Steve, let me finish.”

Steve pinches the bridge of his nose at his dismissed concern, crossing his arms.

“Think about it, he has the power of the stone within him, Ultron’s no match for that.”

“He doesn’t know how to control it, Tony. He’d be putting himself and us at risk.”, Steve interrupts, not understanding the logistics of Tony’s plan.

“Okay, but the last time someone tried to tamper with the stone, his body protected it.”

“Protected it?”, Pietro questions, brows raised in confusion.

“Yes, his body went into overdrive, and he almost killed everyone.”

Bruce watches Tony with an uncertain gaze, “I don’t see how that’s safe.”

“It isn’t, but he was only trying to attack the person messing with the stone, which in this case, would be Ultron.”

Steve looked down, not knowing what to say. Tony had a point, and it made sense, but you weren’t anywhere near ready to be on the field; he didn’t want you putting yourself in a situation that would harm you. Ultron wasn’t a force to be reckoned with and by sending you out there, they were putting a lot on the line, including you.

Steve thought back to what happened in Wakanda, how your body had protected the stone, how it had protected you. It was the only thing making him consider Tony’s idea and not shut it down completely.

He raised his head, the room having turned to him at his silence, “It isn’t our decision to make. It’s up to him.”

#Avengers #male reader #part eleven #slowburn #wanda maximoff #wanda x reader

[tv-moments]

Your Honor

Season 2, “Part Eleven”

Director: Peter Sollett

DoP: Michael Grady

#Your Honor #Part Eleven #Season Premiere #Your Honor S02E01 #Season 2 #Peter Sollett #Michael Grady #Bryan Cranston #Michael Desiato #Joey Hartstone #Showtime #King Size Productions #Moonshot Entertainment #CBS Studios #TV Moments #TV Series #TV Show #television #TV #TV Frames #cinematography #January 15 #2023

[brewsterispunkk]

my friends, next chapter we finally figure out what the hell’s been going on with Will. and all I have to say is: brace yourselves.

#sunshine state #sunshine state: paper rings #part eleven

[rhapsodyred-writes]

"Have you seen this sword?"

Roxy wasn't sure how Jamie had gotten a photo of her missing sword, but what baffled her most was that they were interrogating the person she felt was least likely to have it, let alone know anything about it - Ghost.

Ghost squinted at the picture on Jamie's phone, even though Roxy knew his eyesight was fine. This was a game to him - everything was a game to him. And Jamie was playing to that.

"Hmm," Ghost hummed thoughtfully, considering the picture at his leisure.

Roxy tried not to be frustrated with him - it wasn't like this was life or death, and he had every right to treat this as the game that Jamie was presenting it as. She just wished Jamie could be serious about this, even for a little bit.

"Have you or haven't you?" She butted in after a few more seconds of thoughtful humming.

Ghost seemed to get the message then, and chuckled sheepishly. "Sorry, Jam made it seem like we were playing. Are you actually looking for it?"

"Yes," Roxy sighed. "I'm actually looking for it. But I don't really expect you to have seen it recently, because I've got word Salem has it."

"Oh!" Ghost had a look on his face like he'd just had an epiphany. "So you need to find Salem, right?"

Roxy nodded as Jamie folded the picture up and slipped it into his pocket. Where had he gotten that?

"I really wish you'd take this seriously."

"Sorry, sorry," Jamie held his hands up in surrender as he chuckled sheepishly. "I'm bored, can you blame me wanting to play around a little?"

"Yes."

"Well," Ghost seemed hesitant to interrupt, so he did it slowly, and waited until he had the undivided attention of both Jamie and Roxy before continuing. "I don't know where Salem is, but you know who might?"

"Who?" Roxy wasn't overly keen to take anything that Ghost said too seriously - not that he never had anything important to say, but more that he tended to confuse facts.

"The other dragons!"

This was exactly what she was worried about. Just because Aquarios, Avlaroess, Fihn, Tahlen and Salem were all dragons, didn't mean they had some kind of psychic connection. She was about to open her mouth to tell him that, when Jamie butted in.

"Actually that's not a bad idea."

"Excuse me?!"

Jamie chuckled and held up his hands again. "Hear me out. They might not all have telepathic abilities, but the twins do, between each other. If we catch Fihn and Tahlen in different locations, we have a better chance of pinning down where Salem is."

Roxy was at a momentary loss. She turned from Jamie to Ghost, and back to Jamie...then back to Ghost.

"Did you intend that?" She asked.

"Nope!" Ghost answered happily.

"Intentional or not, though," Jamie started, with a knowing look.

Roxy nodded. "It's a good idea either way. Thanks, buddy." She leaned down and patted Ghost gently on the head, then beckoned her assistant to follow her.

They had twins to track down.

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#part eleven #who has roxy's sword? #red writes #roxy #jamie #ghost #my ocs #wild goose chase

[chobit92]

House of Wax: Part Eleven

@rubycstory07 😊

@swampfruits Here it is! Hope you enjoy! 😊

(Kaia is still sat in the church. She wipes her eyes on the sleeve of the jumper and gets up. She stands there looking at the vicar who almost looks like he’s giving her a stern look.).

Kaia: Fuck off.

(Suddenly all the lights go out. She stands there for a moment frowning then leaves the church and is surprised to see that it has gotten dark already. She is also surprised to see that the town is also in darkness. It’s eerie looking in the dark. She walks down the church steps and looks around but nothing is moving and all is in darkness including the gas station. She wonders where Bo is. She walks through the gloom up the road towards the wax museum. She doesn’t really want to go back to the house in case Bo is there. She stops and turns looking down the road. She could try and walk out of the town. Maybe if she just kept walking down the road out of town she’d come to the main road again. But it could be miles away. She stands there for several minutes arguing with herself before she sighs and continues walking towards the wax museum. She walks up the steps and goes inside the museum. This too is in darkness which gives the place a creepy feel, the shadows of the wax figures looking like people hiding in the dark. She walks through the museum, the only light coming from the windows, until she reaches the stairs leading down into Vincent’s workshop. Usually the staircase is lit with candles but it’s pitch black. She frowns and feels her way down with her feet using the wall for support. She reaches the bottom and feels around walking into the workshop. It’s even darker in here and she can’t see a thing. Everything has been switched off. She doesn’t think she’s ever seen this place in darkness. She turns back around and feels her way back up the stairs before heading outside into the chilly late afternoon air. She finds that she can’t wait for the Spring when the evenings get lighter and it doesn’t get dark so early. When flowers bloom and everything looks pretty. She wonders if she’ll still be alive then. If she’ll still be stuck here. It’s a depressing thought. She walks up to the house and stops outside frowning. The house is in darkness too. She wonders where everyone is. This could be her chance to escape. She looks around and sees that Bo’s truck is gone. He must have left. Lester’s truck is there so he must still be home. But then she surmises that this could be a trap. A part of their plan. Make her try and find her way in the dark so they can hunt her easier. She shudders at the thought. She walks up to the house and goes up to the side door. She sees the baseball bat that is always sat there and picks it up. She isn’t sure what’s going on and she doesn’t want to take chances. She wonders if she could actually hit Bo with it. But then Vincent would kill her or maybe even Lester. Bo might see it coming and kill her. But maybe this isn’t a trap. Maybe something’s happened. Some travellers might have managed to cut the power and with Bo out they’ve managed to overpower Lester and maybe even Vincent. Maybe she could escape with them. But she doubts that’s what has happened. Because it never does. Nobody ever gets the drop on Vincent. She sighs and flings open the back door storming into the house. She sees several candles have been lit and she moves to the kitchen. A figure suddenly steps towards her and she raises the bat only to have it grabbed and yanked out of her hand. She gasps in shock.).

Lester: Hey! What the hell?

Kaia: Lester?

Lester: Well yeah.

(Several candles litter the kitchen worktops and there are more on the table. She sees the outline of Vincent leaning against the far counter then Lester comes into view in the dim light holding the baseball bat.).

Lester: The hell is this for?

Kaia: I don’t...I don’t know. I was in the church and then everything went black. I came out and the whole town was in darkness. I thought it was a little weird. When I came up to the house and saw it was dark too I...Well I didn’t know what was going on. I thought something had happened.

Lester: Yeah. A damn power outage.

Kaia: Oh.

Lester: We still got gas though. Only got soup if you want something to eat. Otherwise you have to wait for Bo to get back with the supplies.

(Lester props the bat against the wall.).

Kaia: He’s gone shopping?

Lester: Yeah. He left about half an hour ago.

Kaia: Did he take my list?

Lester: Hell if I know.

(Lester sits down at the table and lights a smoke. Kaia sits down as well.).

Kaia: Can I have one of those?

(Lester gives her a cigarette and lights it for her. God it’s been ages since she’s had a smoke.).

Kaia: Did you at least finish watching The Lost Boys?

Lester: Yeah. I finished it.

Kaia: So what did you think?

Lester: Horseshit!

Kaia: Oh. Well I like it.

(She takes another drag of the cigarette. She hears a chair scrape and turns to see that Vincent has sat down next to her. He looks scary in the candlelight.).

Lester: Well not much to do tonight except sit in the dark.

Kaia: Could play eye spy.

Lester: Fucking eye spy? What are yah five? Besides it’s dark. What the fuck are you gonna spy?

(Lester chuckles.).

Kaia: Maybe a drinking game then.

Lester: Ain’t got no booze left. Coz someone drank all the whiskey.

Kaia: Sorry.

Lester: Ah it’s alright. We all get a little hammered now and then.

(Kaia finishes the cigarette and stubs it out in the dish on the table. She then gets up.).

Kaia: Did you say there’s soup?

Lester: Yeah far end cupboard.

(Kaia finds the soup and turns the gas on before using a match to light the stove. She pours the soup into a saucepan then lights a second hob on the stove. She then fills the kettle with water before placing it on the stove to boil.).

Kaia: Anyone else fancy a brew?

Lester: Why not? I’ll have a coffee.

Kaia: Sugar?

Lester: Ah I’m sweet enough ain’t I?

Kaia: Vincent, tea or coffee?

(Vincent remains silent as usual and Kaia wonders if he’s ever uttered a single word in his life. She holds up the teabags and a jar of coffee and steps closer to Vincent.).

Kaia: Just point to what you want.

(Vincent points to the tea.).

Kaia: Sugar?

(Vincent nods.).

Kaia: Thought you’d be sweet enough.

(Lester chuckles and shakes his head.).

Lester: Nah that’s me ain’t it?

Kaia: Yeah, yeah.

(Kaia stirs her soup while waiting for the kettle to boil. She hunts around in the cupboard for a bowl but can’t find one.).

Lester: Bowls are all in the sink darlin’.

(Kaia takes a bowl out of the sink and turns the tap on rinsing it round.).

Kaia: So...Do you often get power outages here?

Lester: Well ever since the sugar mill shut down and folks abandoned this place the power is temperamental at best. No one does maintenance on a town that’s abandoned. Bo tries his best. But that’s why we got the generator in the basement.

Kaia: That big noisy white thing?

Lester: That would be it.

Kaia: Oh. So if you have a generator how come there’s still no power?

Lester: Coz it ain’t working obviously. We ain’t just sat in the dark for the fun of it.

Kaia: Oh. Wonder what’s wrong with it.

Lester: Hell if I know. Bo will fix it though. He’s good with things like that. Just gotta wait for him to get back.

(A shrill whistle fills the kitchen and Kaia takes the kettle off the stove. She makes the drinks and puts them on the table. She then stirs her soup some more before turning off the stove and pouring it into a bowl. She takes out a spoon and sits down at the table. Silence fills the kitchen. Lester lights up another cigarette and Vincent is sat staring into his tea, his hands wrapped around the mug. The silence seems to drag on forever. Kaia finishes the soup and gets up putting the bowl and the spoon in the sink. She leans against the counter and looks down at the floor.).

Lester: What’s wrong, you missing Bo?

Kaia: No.

(Lester chuckles.).

Lester: He can be a bit...

Kaia: Of an asshole?

Lester: Yeah.

Kaia: Yeah I got that funnily enough.

Lester: I don’t really get why he’s kept you though.

Kaia: I don’t either. I wish he hadn’t.

(You could have heard a rat fart in the silence that now fills the kitchen.).

Lester: So...You wish you were dead?

Kaia: Sometimes.

(Maybe Lester is gonna kill her while Bo is out. Maybe he’ll dump her in one of his road kill pits and tell Bo she ran off. Maybe he’ll get Vincent to do it and tell Bo that he couldn’t stop him.).

Lester: If it makes you feel better you must be something special to him.

Kaia: What?

Lester: Well this ain’t the first time my brother has kept himself a...Lady friend.

(Kaia remembers the photos of the women at the gas station.).

Kaia: I saw the photos of his other poor victims.

Lester: Well he ain’t never kept one this long. Mostly keeps em for a few days. Most he’s kept one is a week. You’ve been here what, over two months now?

Kaia: I’m nothing special. As soon as some other poor bitch comes along he’ll move onto her and dispose of me.

Lester: Well I hope not. I was just starting to like you.

Kaia: Don’t start making out that I’m special to him. That I mean something. Because I don’t. Bo isn’t capable of caring about anyone. I’m not even sure he cares about the two of you. He treats you like dirt and he calls Vincent a freak. Not very caring if you ask me.

Lester: He’s our brother. He cares about us and we care about him. I know he can be difficult, he always was but...You’re wrong.

Kaia: Okay. Whatever you say.

(Kaia turns around and takes all the dirty dishes out of the sink. She then fills the sink with water and adds some washing up liquid before she starts to wash up.).

Lester: You can wash my clothes too if you like.

Kaia: Do it yourself. I’m not a maid.

Lester: Well you could have fooled me.

(Kaia sighs. Suddenly headlights illuminate the front of the house and Lester gets up to take a look.).

Lester: Bo’s back with the supplies. Best go give him a hand.

(Lester opens the front door and walks outside. A few minutes later Lester comes back in carrying a cardboard box filled with groceries. Bo follows behind him also carrying a cardboard box and several bags.).

Lester: Oooh got me some rum!

(Lester puts the cardboard box down and takes out a bottle of rum opening it up and taking a swig.).

Lester: How did you pay for all this stuff anyway?

Bo: Some guy was using an ATM at Bedmore Grove. I mugged him. He had over three hundred on him and I got him to take some more out of his account. We should be alright for another month or two.

Lester: Well you did good. We got supplies.

Bo: Why are we all in darkness?

Lester: Ah the generator packed it in. I don’t know what’s wrong with it. You’ll have to take a look.

Bo: Figures. Alright.

(Bo walks over to Kaia and wraps his arms around her waist. She flinches. He then kisses her neck and whispers in her ear.).

Bo: You get that washing up done. I’m gonna go take a look at the generator. Then when I come back I’m taking you upstairs.

Kaia: Did you get the stuff I asked for?

Bo: Cherry vodka, lavender shower gel and oh yeah your fanny pads.

(Lester laughs.).

Lester: Fanny pads. Ah she got her pmt. Careful Bo they get real hostile at that time of the month.

(Kaia sighs angrily.).

Bo: Shut up.

(Bo kisses Kaia on the cheek as he runs a hand over her breast.).

Bo: You wearing my brother’s clothes?

Kaia: You told me that I couldn’t wear yours.

Bo: Hm.

Kaia: Thank you for getting my stuff.

(Feeling inwardly repulsed she turns her head and kisses him. Bo kisses her back then bites her lip before pulling away from her. She turns back around and touches her lip, that bloody hurt.).

Bo: Come on then Lester, get the flashlight. Let’s look at this gennie.

(Lester and Bo leave the room. Kaia finishes washing up and leaves the stuff on the draining board to drain. She then starts rummaging through the shopping. She takes out the bottle of cherry vodka and pours herself a glass. She downs it then starts to unpack the rest of the shopping. She opens the fridge and puts the milk in it along with some yogurt. She then frowns as she realises that the milk is still cold. So wherever Bo went to get this stuff isn’t that far away. But then that’s by car. It could still be ten or fifteen minutes away. It’s winter so it isn’t hot out, the milk could still be cold if it came from somewhere twenty minutes away. It could even be longer than that. She remembers working in that store a few years ago. The chilled delivery would come in but because they didn’t have room for it all in the chiller they had to leave some of it in the warehouse. Even thirty minutes later the milk would still feel cold. Unless of course it was summer then perhaps not. She sighs. Her little ray of hope extinguished just like that. What she needs is a map of this area. She’s looked before to see if she could find one but found nothing of use to her. She finishes unpacking the shopping and turns around. She starts and lets out a gasp as she sees Vincent still sat at the table with his hands wrapped around his mug of tea.).

Kaia: I’d forgotten you were there. You’re so quiet. Are you okay?

(He doesn’t move. She pours herself another vodka and sits down next to him. She takes a cigarette out of the packet on the table and lights it. She then takes a sip of vodka.).

Kaia: Your tea’s probably cold now. I could make you another.

(Vincent slowly turns his head to look at her. She smiles at him. Then she gets up and turns on the stove. She fills the kettle and puts it on to boil. She takes another drag of the cigarette.).

Kaia: Do you smoke?

(Vincent shakes his head.).

Kaia: Good for you. I wish I’d never started. It’s an awful habit.

(She sits back down and takes another sip of vodka.).

Kaia: Are you doing anything tomorrow? Coz I was thinking...

(She has no idea what she was thinking actually. She takes another sip of vodka then a drag of the cigarette. Vincent has turned to look at her.).

Kaia: Like if you wanted to do something. Do you like movies? I know what Lester said earlier but if you haven’t seen The Lost Boys you should. It is good.

(The kettle starts to whistle and Kaia gets up turning the stove off. She then goes to pick up Vincent’s mug. He moves his hands and places them in his lap. She pours the cold tea away and makes him a fresh one before placing it in front of him. She then sits back down and finishes the cigarette stubbing it out in the dish. She then downs the rest of the vodka before folding her arms on the table and lying her head on them. She sighs.).

Kaia: Well hope they get the power on soon.

(Kaia closes her eyes. She doesn’t know how many minutes pass but she hears Vincent shifting slightly then she hears a slurping sound. She opens her eyes and sees that he has removed his mask and is sipping his tea. She smiles. She then pours herself some more vodka. Maybe if she gets a little drunk she can make sex with Bo bearable. She almost laughs because it will never be bearable. Vincent sees her staring at him and drops his head hiding behind his hair.).

Kaia: Is the tea okay?

(He doesn’t move but his eye darts upwards peering at her behind a curtain of black hair. She suddenly realises something.).

Kaia: Oh damn I forgot to put sugar in didn’t I?

(She gets up and grabs the pot of sugar and a spoon. She adds two sugars to the tea and stirs it.).

Kaia: There we are. That’ll taste better. I hate tea or coffee without sugar.

(She puts the sugar back and sits back down. Vincent takes another sip of tea.).

Kaia: What if they can’t fix the generator?

(She drinks some more vodka.).

Kaia: This is nice. You should try it.

(She wonders what happened to him to make him seem so angry. So cold. Why doesn’t he speak? He is still staring at her, his gaze is cold and she wonders if he’s ever even smiled. She doubts it.).

Kaia: Am I annoying you?

(He looks away from her and takes another sip of his tea.).

Kaia: I’ll just go to the other room then.

(She gets up and picks up her drink. She then goes into the lounge putting her drink on the coffee table. She then lies down on the couch. She closes her eyes and runs through several escape plans in her head. But they all end the same. With her being caught and killed. Or brought back here. She sighs.).

#House Of Wax #My Writing #Writing #fanfic #fanfiction #OC #Kaia #Whitney #Bo Sinclair #Vincent Sinclair #Lester Sinclair #Ambrose #Part Eleven

[saryasy]

He appears as an iconic image in the artwork of many cultures, and there are several documented accounts of his appearances, and his warnings to the many who attempted to open the box before its time. His last recorded appearance was during the London blitz in 1941. The warehouse where the Pandorica was stored was destroyed by incendiary bombs, but the box itself was found the next morning, a safe distance from the blaze. There are eyewitness accounts from the night of the fire of a figure in Roman dress, carrying the box from the flames. Since then, there have been no sightings of the Lone Centurion, and many have speculated that if he ever existed, he perished in the fires of that night, performing one last act of devotion to the box he had pledged to protect for nearly two thousand years. - Rory, the boy who waited.

DOCTOR WHO (2005-) | 5.13 The Big Bang

#doctor who #dw #dwedit #doctorwhoedit #dwgif #timelordgifs #dailydw #dailydwgifs #dailyflicks #tvedit #eleventh doctor #rory williams #my gifs #back to watching #and man this part #'one last act of devotion' LIKE? #lost it when eleven said 'the boy who waited' ngl #love a full circle moment

[katruna]

#curiosityinc #part eleven #horder house #Youtube

[maj-pachnacy-bzem]

Nie pomogło mi, nie zapomniałam

Jednak to prawda, nie chce wracać do dni, które oszronily moje serce, bardzo słabe zresztą

Żałuję, że uległam i znowu dałam sobie zrobić krzywdę, że byłam nie ostrożna, że wierzyłam w coś, w co Ty nigdy nie chciałeś uwierzyć

Nie wiem czy cokolwiek od Ciebie dostałam prócz rozpaczy i wątpliwości w to,że mogę mieć w swym życiu kogoś, kto odda za mnie tyle co ja za niego. Nie wiem czy kiedykolwiek kogoś takiego znajdę, szczerze w to wątpię

Maj to tylko kolejna odsłona tego jak bardzo żałuję miejsca, w którym obecnie jestem

Ale spoko, sam się dobrze bawisz, przecież widać.

Nie wiem co chcesz teraz udowodnić

Jeden wielki chaos, ta? Szkoda, że naprawdę nie wiesz jak to jest. Musiałam się odciąć od Ciebie na każdy możliwy sposób. Ale się nie da bo jesteś WSZĘDZIE.

Czułam Cię dziś w zapachu perfum faceta mijanego na pasach.

Widziałam Cię w kibicach jadących na mecz.

Słyszałam w piosence lecącej w radiu, gdy jechałam do pracy autobusem.

Dostrzegłam mijając ceglane centrum handlowe na Pradze.

Wszędzie, wszędzie,wszędzie. Jesteś jak duch, który się za mną ciągnie. I chociaż pochowałam wszystko co jest z Tobą związane, mimo,że odcięłam się od każdego, kto Cię zna, nie mogę przed Tobą uciec. A jednocześnie, o cholerna ironio losu, nie ma Ciebie w nikim. Jak żyć.

#part eleven #cienie uczuc #1 czerwiec

[milf-harrington]

i just haven't met you (yet)

alright here's your bloody part two, jesus christ ♡

part one

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The door unlocked with a series of clunking pops before Steve even registered the sound of boots on the porch.

The cabin was too deep in the woods to avoid regular visitors and the area was boobytrapped enough to discourage anyone else, but still, Hopper frowned disapprovingly at the back of El's head when the door swung open before he reached it.

"You're meant to wait until I knock."

She twisted around to see him over her shoulder, blood smudged under her nostril. "Why?"

The police chief sighed, closing the door behind him and re-engaging each lock by hand. A plastic bag dangled from his fingers.

"Because I could'a been anyone- someone dangerous."

"But you are not."

"But I could have been."

It was a conversation they had often, and this time Steve welcomed it, sinking further into the couch and hoping to avoid any possibility of Hop bringing up the walkie incident.

El had spotted the bag, climbing to her feet in a graceless un-piling of arms and legs.

Thanks to the combined efforts of both their appetites, the pizza cooling on the stove was the third of the night, but Steve knew she'd still be gorging herself on eggo's as soon as she got her hands on them. That girls stomach was an endless abyss, apparently.

Hopper didn't even get a chance to put the bag down before El was rummaging through it, and Steve huffed fondly.

Mistake.

Hopper's eyes flicked up to meet his, mustache twitching, and Steve groaned, leaning his head back against the couch and hiding his face in his hands.

"Can we just forget it happened?" He pleaded.

El, bright yellow boxes piled in one arm, looked between them. "Forget? Why are we forgetting?"

Before Steve could come up with a clever diversion, Hopper was already ruffling her hair and heading for the kitchen. "Your brother embarrassed himself on the radio earlier."

El blinked and tilted her head. "What did you do?"

Steve whined, mortification still simmering in his belly. "I asked if the guy Hop arrested was cute, and he heard it."

"Why is that embarrassing?"

"I wasn't arresting him."

Steve straightened up, ignoring El's question in favour of Hopper's reveal.

"You weren't?"

So, he hadn't called a criminal cute?

Hopper didn't look at him, preoccupied with lifting a slice of pizza free from the tray. "You know how those rich types are-"

Steve grimaced in agreement.

"- they think anyone who's not up to their standards is up to no good."

Something settled in Steve's stomach and he picked at the pizza crust under his nails.

He hadn't called a criminal cute.

"So why'd you take him to the station?"

Hopper grunted, mouth and plate full as he dropped it on the table. El remained in the kitchen, watching the toaster with her chin resting on the back of her hands.

"Protocol mainly. I got his statement about what he was doing in that area, then let him call his uncle to pick him up."

The toaster popped and the tv flickered when El startled. Steve cracked a smile.

"Look," Hopper sighed at the ceiling. "Munson is a pain in the ass, and I've hauled him in for possession more often than I'd like, but he's a good kid."

He shot Steve another grin as El settled beside him with her plate of waffles, and Steve got a bad feeling.

"Don't worry, though. I told him you're cute too."

El caught the pillow before it could knock over the salt shaker, freezing it in mid-air before letting it drop silently to the hardwood.

#i actually wrote this ages ago but forgot to post it sdkfhsdkjf #anyway here's your part 2 #i know a bunch of people asked to be tagged but the list is somewhere in my room and i cbf getting up to find it #my writing #steve harrington #jim hopper #eleven 'jane' hopper #stranger things #steve harrington fanfiction #steddie #technically

[thenotoriousscuttlecliff]

Saw a review of Wheel of Time S2 that said they depart from books by pulling the characters in too many directions with not enough to do and I was like "Dude, there's nothing more Robert Jordan than pulling the characters in too many directions with not enough to do"

#wheel of time #robert jordan #wot on prime #i love this series #but dear good did they grind to crawl later on #everything in those five books really could've been done in two #which is how i think the show will handle them #at most I think they'd do two and half seasons and probably throw in book eleven as well #and then a season and a half for the last three books #which is really just one massive book split in three parts

[comicaloverachiever]

Even if I change, it feels like dying.

Doctor Who | Christmas specials

#doctor who #dwedit #doctorwhoedit #david tennant #matt smith #jodie wittaker #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #thirteenth doctor #the end of time #the time of the doctor #twice upon a time #dw #doctor who edit #picspam #my edit #the end of time part 1 #eleven #thirteen #eleventhdoctoredit

[expectiations]

Is it just me or does the phrase "dumb Darillium River" make your ears ring too?

That phrase hurts me like crazy because it takes away how the post-Manhattan events affected her so deeply. And now that we have the added knowledge that she gets to see her parents in New York even after Manhattan, THORS now presents itself in a different light.

River's resounding "the Doctor does not and has never loved me" cements the implication that she and the Doctor had a huge row after Manhattan. What would you feel if the love of your life told you he "does not and has never loved" you? Certainly not happy.

Do you know what grief does to one's mind? No matter how brilliant you are, grief changes you. Grief makes you a different person. I would know, having experienced it myself. And River, in her grief, jumped into a headspace that shut out (or tried hard to) the Doctor.

Yes, she should have recognized it was him she had unknowingly dragged along on her space Robin Hood quest, but for her, it isn't him. It wouldn't be. Because that was the last thing she had heard him say.

Grief and pain clouding her mind, she proudly asserts that no, the Doctor isn't there. He won't show up for her. He has never loved her. But of course, she loves him. She's never denied that. But he proves her wrong soon afterwards. Because she is the Woman The Doctor Loves.

So, yes, on the surface level, "dumb Darillium River" seems to be what THORS had made River to be. But no, it wasn't. It isn't. It was about a grieving River and a chance for the Doctor to right his wrong. (And yes, we were robbed of that kiss. Homie here quite clearly wanted one.)

originally posted over on twitter.

#I do have my problems with some parts of THORS but I just wanna defend post-Manhattan River because my girl went through some serious shit #i mean - row with eleven. his time with older River was up. he only saw younger and even younger versions of River. the next time he saw a #River post-Manhattan was on Trenzalore which was data ghost River. anyway that's the topic of my next thread and i'll be sharing it here to #river song meta #think piece: river song #i also need to make a new tag of my writing stuff so am gonna choose #tia thinks too much #lol #river song #doctor who #eleventh doctor #doctor x river #yowzah #the doctor #twelfth doctor #dw #the husbands of river song #doctorriver #bring back river song #dw musings #here's the thread i was talking about Tree in tumblr form! i sincerely hope i haven't driven you away with my incessant yapping 🥹 #sometimes i worry that i talk too much 🫨