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segacity · 8 months

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Through The Gas Station 'Road Avenger' SEGA Mega CD

#Road Avenger #SEGA #Mega CD #SEGA CD #Mega Drive #Megadrive #Genesis

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oldgamemags · 1 year

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Off The Deep End ‘Road Avenger’ SEGA CD

#EGM 44 #March '93 #sega #mega drive #genesis #road avenger

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gleber74 · 1 year

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#road avenger #sega cd #🚘

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showmethesneer · 1 year

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Everyone who was pissed that i left Pacific Rim out of my first poll

i was pissed at myself for forgetting it.

Also no Goncharov once again-- trying to capture a more distant era of tumblr, like i said.

#these are tumblr movies in my mind #there are obviously more #but these are some of the ones i immediately think of #part 2: electric boogaloo #poll #pacific rim #gone girl #wonder woman #les mis #les misérables #venom #mamma mia #birds of prey #the avengers #mad max fury road #the shape of water

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azurecanary · 30 days

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I genuinely think any version of Daisy would've absolutely killed it in CA:TWS

She would've fit right in (especially since MCU!Hill is just 616!Daisy but with no powers)

#she also has comics history with both Steve and Bucky #Steve mentioned her briefly when she joined the Avengers (''the team needs a heart'')#*mentored #and she was very close with Bucky #a la space road trip #daisy johnson #quake #captain america the winter soldier #mcu

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nekoz0mbie · 11 months

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Rocket Raccoon in "Avengers: No Road Home"

#rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #avengers no road home #marvel #comics

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skelltan · 1 year

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#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #blurr #tfa blurr #tfa #transformers #quicksilver #pietro maximoff #x-men #avengers #marvel #marvel comics #xlr8 #ben 10 #road runner #looney tunes

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towritecomicsonherarms · 2 months

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Avengers: No Road Home #2

#Avengers: No Road Home #avengers #clint barton #hulk #comics #marvel

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 1 month

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Avengers road trip. Peter made sure they stopped at Buc-ee's because 'you don't understand, Mr. Stark! We have to take Bucky to Buc-ee's!'

#happyaspie art #bucky barnes #bucees #buc ee's #bucees merch #avengers road trip #winter soldier

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segacity · 6 months

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Into The Park 'Road Avenger' SEGA Mega CD

#Road Avenger #SEGA #Mega CD #SEGA CD #Mega Drive #Megadrive #Genesis

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oldgamemags · 1 year

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EGM #44, March '93 - A look at ‘Road Avenger’ on the SEGA CD.

#EGM 44 #March '93 #sega #mega drive #genesis #road avenger

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verityblack · 4 months

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Help

What film/line do I end the year on

I’ve found too many options lol (I will take more tho)

#new years #2023 New Year’s Eve #help #me #midnight movie lines #new years movie #decisions decisions #shrek #die hard #inception #great gatsby #lotr #road to el dorado #beetlejuice #kingsman #movie #avengers endgame #marvel #star wars

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cestacruz · 3 months

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NEVER FUCKING LEVELING SERVANTS AGAIN

EXCEPT FOR USHI, USHI ASSASSIN AND KAGEKIYO

#120 road #pain #salter too when she arrives #and the nobus im missing(welfare and avenger)#and the shinsengumi #and jalter to 120 mayhaps

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cricket-reader · 8 months

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Side of the Road III

Summary: the team has to come to terms with the new guest at the compound. Old wounds are brought to the surface for Bucky.

Warnings: language, depictions of violence, Tony Stark being himself, mentions of near death experience, mentions of wounds, probably incorrect medical jargon/procedures, Bucky’s negative thoughts

Word Count: 1,201

A/N: Today is my official one year anniversary of this account. Thanks to everyone who followed me and left comments. I appreciate you all more than words can say! I figured to celebrate by posting a continuation of my first ever fic I posted to Tumblr!

Series Masterlist | Part 2

The next morning, Stark is at the coffee machine as the rest of the team meander in. Bucky didn’t get any sleep, too preoccupied about the guest they picked up. Steve and Sam didn’t get much sleep either, haunted by the mutilated figure of that innocent woman. Bruce and Helen stayed up until the woman’s body was stable enough to move out of the cradle, and even then they took turns keeping watch over her.

“You guys, I had the weirdest dream last night. I don’t remember specifics, but there was a lady wrapped in our coats trying to give terminator over there a-”

“Stark.” Steve’s sharp voice cuts off his sentence.

Tony’s head whips around to see the haunted faces of his teammates. Frowning, he sets his mug on the counter.

“So… it was real?” He shrugs with a non-committal hum before plastering a smirk over his features. “I thought it was a weird dream anyway. Why would I want that image in my mind?”

“Knock it off, Stark. That girl almost died. This is no joking matter.”

Tony’s face pales. He didn’t think it was serious. How much did he have to drink last night? “What exactly happened?”

“We’re not sure. Her back was mangled and she was left in below freezing temperatures with nothing to protect her against the cold. If she had been administered to any normal hospital, she would have died.”

Tony’s hand scrubs over his scruffy facial hair. “There was no one around?”

“Nope, it seemed like whoever did that to her dropped her there to die.”

“Well, shit.”

Tony doesn’t like the sound of this. He is naturally an untrusting person. Hell, he doesn’t even let the Avengers—the team he has worked with for years—see the real him. Letting an unknown into his compound is a risky move. But how far would his enemies go to get to him—to the team? Surely they wouldn’t send him a nearly-dead woman to take him or his team out.

First of all, there are much more efficient ways to get rid of him, as evident with the whole Obie spectacle. Secondly, no one on the brink of death could take out his teammates. He’ll just have to keep an eye on her when she makes her recovery.

“Friday, my love, how is our newest guest settling into our wonderful compound?”

“Her vitals appear to be stable. She has not woken up yet, but she is recovering thanks to Doctor Cho and Banner,” Friday responds, diligent as ever.

“Great,” he claps his hands together before grabbing his coffee and disappearing to his lab.

Steve scoffs. “How can he be so cruel? It’s like he doesn’t care about anyone but himself.”

Bucky frowns, grabbing a mug for himself and Steve. The bitter liquid spurts into the cups, ready to give them fuel for the day—or at least for a few minutes.

On his part, Bucky isn’t completely convinced that Stark’s true nature is cruel. Bucky honestly suspects it has everything to do with him. Who would want to show their true face to the psycho who killed their parents? Not for the first time, he wonders if the team would be better off without him.

“Wow, I see how it is,” Sam grumbles, grumpily grabbing his own mug and making his own coffee.

“What? Don’t tell me princess Sam needs his overly sugary excuse for coffee made for him. Would you like me to cut up your breakfast into small pieces too?”

Sam rolls his eyes, saying something about jerk-faced super-soldiers getting on his nerves.

When Bruce steps into the kitchen, the atmosphere stills. Conversation halts and eyes dart towards his exhausted figure.

Bruce sighs. “She’s stable for now. We almost lost her a few times, but she’s a fighter. We’ve got her on a feeding tube and everything until she wakes up.”

“The marks on her back?” Sam questions.

“The cellular regeneration worked. From the brief look I got at the wounds, I suspect she was either whipped or someone took to carving into her with a knife.”

A shattering sound breaks the otherwise silent response. Heads turn to look at Bucky who is staring in shock at what’s left of the broken piece of pottery in his vibranium hand—almost as if he hasn’t registered that it was him who destroyed it.

Bucky doesn’t even feel the burning liquid seeping into his shirt and jeans.

Swallowing, he looks around the room, shame filling his body as he goes to clean up the mess he made. Steve tells him to go get cleaned up before Bucky can even start to pick up the shattered pieces.

Allowing Steve to do just this one thing for him, Bucky storms out of the room. On the way to his room he tries to think of a way to repay Steve for helping him, even if he has been told that he doesn’t owe Steve anything on numerous occasions.

Distraction, he realises.

He’s trying to distract himself from the fact that some poor woman had to endure some of the same kind of torture he went through. He grits his teeth, remembering the way those whips tore at his flesh. The way they burned their way through the outermost layers of skin and kept digging and digging and-

She had to go through that too

His gut churns, heart beating faster and faster. Disgust, hatred, and pure unadulterated rage claw their way through his body. He needs to punch something—he needs to punish those who punished her.

The door to his room slams open. If it were any normal door, it would have broken off its hinges. The only reprieve he receives from the force he used comes in the form of the hole where the doorknob met the wall. He slams his door back shut, knowing at this point he’s acting like a toddler with a tantrum but not having it in him to care.

Why is he so angry?

In all his time as the Winter Soldier, one would think that he had seen enough horrors to be numbed to anything and everything around him. So why does this irk him so much?

It doesn’t make sense, and he doesn’t like it. He shouldn’t feel this way over some poor woman he knows nothing about. For all he knows, she could have deserved it. She could be the scum of the earth finally broken down to her last resorts. She could be as bad as his captors in Hydra. Turning a blind eye to the corruption or playing a direct hand in an unwilling participant’s torture.

But the way she begged him. Please—no… no more… It appalled him that she reminded him so much of himself. Of his early days where he fought with everything he had, the days where he begged the doctors to stop, to let him die, to have mercy.

It hits too close to home, he decides. That is the reason he is so worked up about it. She has been broken down into a shell of herself just as he had been.

He deserved those lashings after all the blood that stained his hands. Did she?