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[queenrose730]

Reckless

Part 11

Master List

Three months seems to fly by.  

T’Challa was right to have you stay far from the city. Apparently his cousin came back looking for revenge. You had wanted to help. Especially after you learned T’Challa died but Shuri told you to stay hidden and be ready to flee. There was also a CIA agent in Wakanda. That was enough deterrent to keep you hid away. She assured you that Bucky would be safe for now. You begged her to give you the codes to get him out if things got worse. She did and gave you specific instructions only to do so if it was the last option. Not only you going back into the city but trying to get him out would be tough. So you stayed put waiting for any word from her. It wasn’t until after the battle when T’Challa showed up at your house. He survived and Wakanda was safe for now. The two of you spent most of one afternoon talking. “I appreciate everything you have given me T’Challa but I also don’t want to take advantage of you. Is there something that I can do while I’m here? I’m a good pilot, I can track just about anyone down, I also spent some time working with Tony in weapons development.” You leaned forward in your seat, looking ahead of you at the water. “I’m sure we can find something to occupy your time yn. Please do not feel like you are a burden here.” “I know.” You let out a sigh. “Part of me is yelling to just take a break. Even when I was tracking down Bucky I was still doing a lot of other surveillance. I don’t think I even know how to slow down.” “Shuri will be sure to help with that.” He laughed. “She always finds time to slow down and have fun. Even while working harder than almost everyone I know. I think you two will get along.” “I hope so!” You turned to him and smiled. “It will be nice to have someone to maybe be a little girlie with.” “In that case you are more than welcome to work with her.  She can definitely put your skills to work.” He set his drink down and stood. “If you are also interested, I think we can find you a place in the city to stay.” “Are you sure?” “Yes. I don’t foresee any issues now. Wakanda maybe opening her borders but you will still be safe.” “Thank you.” You stood as well now and shook his hand. I am really grateful for everything and I don’t think I will ever stop saying thank you. He just gave you a smile and laugh as he walked back to his transport.

It took a few weeks to get everything in order for you to start work with Shuri and move into the city. But once you finally got settled it didn’t take long to fall into a very familiar routine. Mornings were spent having breakfast on the balcony of your apartment. It was the perfect size for you. A large living room that was able to comfortably hold a couch and tv. But also a work station. Shuri was really throwing you into the deep end of Wakandan tech. You couldn’t get enough of it though. It was amazing the things they could do with the vibranium. It touched just about every part of their lives. The kitchen was probably bigger than you needed. You rarely cooked anymore. It reminded you too much of Steve. That shit head had only called you once since he left. He found Nat. Wanda was doing better. She was still having nightmares about the Raft but having Nat around was helping. They were still going out on missions to help where they could. He asked how Bucky was doing even though there wasn’t much to tell. Shuri had one of the doctors on it. Every day they were going over scans and what not. You tried to not be there. Using that time instead to train with the Dora. They had such a different fighting style. You were so used to the brute force that Steve taught you. They were graceful. Using their weapons as extensions of themselves. They regularly beat your ass. Shuri got you to go to the clubs a couple times a week. T’Challa was right. She worked hard but wasn’t going to let any fun pass her by. And now she made it her job to make sure it didn’t pass you by either. Any time not in the lab or training was spent doing something fun. First she mostly just drug you out shopping then it became actually wearing those clothes to go out. Natasha would have been proud at how much you had grown comfortable in your skin. Anytime the Avengers had a party she made sure you didn’t get away with wearing anything that didn’t show the most skin possible. Now that was second nature. It also helped to forget about the frozen super solider. The first week was hard. So many dreams about him. You only actually knew him for less than a week. But he infiltrated your mind thoroughly. Now he barley crossed your mind. Only coming up when Shuri would talk about the progress they were making. That was taken care of by going and sparing with Ayo. “I think we should be able to wake Bucky up in a week or so.” Shuri was chatting with you while you tinkered with a new design for a suit. “Already?” “What do you mean already! We have been at it for almost three months.” She walked around the table so she was across from you. “I know I know.” You leaned your arms on the table. “What would the next steps be?” “Probably a few more weeks for scans and maybe some reconditioning. Then testing the Winter Solider words.” She talked like that was the easiest thing in the world. “He’s not going to like that. Hopefully Steve can be here for that.” The thought of using Bucky so Steve would come back made you smile. “If not, I’m sure we can handle it. And I think you will be able to talk to him about making sure the words don’t work anymore.” You looked up just in time to see her give you a smirk. She knew just enough about the dreams when Bucky first went under and then how you are always absent during his scans. You just rolled your eyes at her though. Bucky was an ass right before he went under. Even though he tried to apologize the words were still there. You were there because of Steve. You cared because Steve needed you to care.   The next week you spent almost no time in the lab. You didn’t even go out with Shuri. Instead all your energy went into sparing. It felt like you were there from sun rise to sun set. It got worse after the first three days. That’s when you finally got Steve on the phone. He wouldn’t make it back to be there when Bucky woke up. And the likelihood that he would be able to come when the words were tested was still up in the air. “If not for him Steve. For me? I miss you.” “I know sweetheart heart. But with us running missions I just can’t risk it.” “Fuck you.” You headed outside from the sparing room. “I went two years barely seeing you and now this.” “I know.” You heard him sigh. “I want to be there. Even if it’s just for you. But I need to make sure that you are both safe.” You heard voices through the phone. “Is that Nat?” “Yea. I got to go yn.” You didn’t say anything back, just hung up the phone on him. “Everything ok?” Ayo had joined you on the balcony. “No. But there’s nothing I can really do right now.” You knew that at least until Bucky woke up you needed to stay put. Maybe after you could start chasing down Steve and beat his ass for leaving you again. “Do you need a break?” “Nope. The only way to deal with this is fighting.” You smiled and headed back in. Shuri and Ayo were staring to get concerned with the amount of time you spent in the gym. If it wasn’t sparing, it was lifting. Anything you could do to take your mind off Steve and Bucky.

You knew that today was the day. You couldn’t sleep last night. Just scrolling through surveillance feeds and running some tracking software. T’Challa had let you slowly help with some missions the Nakia was working on. Right now she was tracking down some bad guy in South Africa. He was dealing in weapons and people. It was nice to get more distractions other than training the last few days. Now the sun was starting to come up so it wouldn’t be so obvious if you went to the gym. After sending off the information to Nakia, you changed into workout clothes and headed out. Shuri caught you just as you were walking into the citadel. “Oh. Where are you off to?” She knew. “Gym. Just the usual.” You pushed the button for the elevator. “We are waking Bucky up today.” “I know.” She followed you onto the elevator. Before you could press the floor you wanted she hit the button for the lab. “Good. T’Challa is waiting for us.” “Shuri I don’t think-” “Nope. You are going to be there. Kings orders!” She damn near skipped off the elevator. You trudged behind her. This was going to be a long day. Everything was set up just how it was when Bucky was placed in cryo. The only difference was Bucky was in the cryo tub and you stood alone. Even T’Challa was busy talking to someone. You just took up a spot behind the busyness of the room. As much as you tried to look anywhere but, you keep finding Bucky. He looked at peace. His features relaxed while he slept. The longer you watched him the more your surroundings faded away. It felt a little odd just staring at him while he was frozen. But you could stop. You noticed all the small scars on his face, the way his skin met the metal of his shoulder, the definition of his muscles under his shirt. “They are ready to start.” T’challa’s voice broke you from your thoughts. “Ok.” You nodded slightly, allowing all the noise of the room to come back. “How long will it take?” “Once he’s clear of the chamber, it should take about an hour or so for him to wake up. The whole process takes about two hours.” Shuri shouted at you over the noise. T’Challa placed a hand on your shoulder and offered you a chair. “Thank you.” You sat down and scooted the chair so you could still see Bucky. The minutes dragged on as everyone went through the checks to get Bucky awake. T’Challa stayed next to you. He was talking about something but you mind went back to Bucky. “When is he going to have the rest of the HYRDA arm removed?” You knew that you had interrupted whatever T’Challa was talking about. “Hopefully in the next few weeks. It will be up to him though.” You could feel T’Challa watching you as you watched Bucky. “I’m sure he will want it gone soon.” “I sure he will.” “He’s stable. Ready to open.” One of the doctors moved toward the chamber.  Shuri quickly glanced back at you. You gave her a slight nod. “Let’s crack him open.” You heard T’Challa snicker at his sister’s remark, but you just stayed focused. The chamber opened. Several men came forward and maneuvered Bucky around to lay on the bed. A steady beeping was coming from the monitors. “Still stable. Getting ready to start phase two.” Shuri moved forward to the bed and injected something into the IV line. Slowly you noticed people staring to filter out of the room. Soon enough it was just Shuri, T’Challa and you left. “Yn?” “What’s up?” You stood and headed to Shuri. “All that is left is to just wait for him to wake up. I am going to head over to weapons and do some work. Will you stay here with him?” She noticed the worried you had on your face at her words. “If anything starts to go wrong, you can just hit this button and I will be right back.” “Right. Ok.” T’Challa moved the chair you had been sitting in next to the bed. Both of them quietly headed out of the room. Leaving just you and a sleeping Bucky. “Well shit.” You plopped down into the chair and laid your head on your arms on the bed. You let your eyes close, finally tired from the night before.

“Yn?” You head shot up. “Bucky?”

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[ahrtwueinians]

A Gentleman’s Task by Iiefregro WIP

“Hello? Charles, can you hear me?” Ask a cold toned Thyriir through a tiny earpiece on Charles’ ear

“Perfectly. Would you mind running me through this little tasks one more for clarity”

“Sure thing. Our... ‘assosiates’ at the Cartel have asked for our assistance in elimination a mole who threatens to reveal their hiding and have offered very reasonable compensation in return”

“That is not all though is it my dear Thyriir?” Charles inquisitively asks.

“Well, the special ammunition you’re testing, one of the types is a tracer round, locating the whereabouts of the Cartel could be very advantageous to our group.”

“I shall see what I can do” Charles replies.

The beating, hot desert sun begins to fall as Charles makes his way through the suburbs district of Tmyrthiil City to the works district, strolling while spinning his favoured right revolver. The pistol was regularly sized for such a weapon, however, Charles is a man of class, the gun was far more flashy. The body of the weapon appears to be gold plated, with silver coating the grip and encrusted with only the finest of jewels (rubies and sapphires to be specific) in places of screws. Of course, the weapon was in a pristine state, even the chambers. One of Charles’ favourite pastime was to maintain his weapons pristine state. He was dressed head to toe in a very formal attire, his usual outfit. Shinning black shoes with a long straight, black pair of trousers with a golden chain attached to a pocket watch protruding out of his right pocket while brown leather gloves in the left. He boasts a brown leather belt with a golden buckle boasting a very expensive and shiny looking rare white artist crystal as the centrepiece. A plain white shirt with black tie lay under a brown vest, buttoned with a long trailing coat, splitting into two long triangular points at the end, finishing just above the joints of his knees, many buttons ran down the coat. Despite the many fights his clothes have endured they never become rugged or the slightest bit rough, not a single tear or stain in sight, Charles is a man of class after all and a cultured man should look the part. A neutral blonde (slightly brown in nature) moustache grazed his upper lip, spanning across his nose until sloping to a point with a flat bottom. A slick back haircut leaving an open forehead pushed back behind his ears, with length only coming to about the bottom of his ears and beginning of his neck. Atop his head rests a medium length top hat; a bright red, white and yellow feather tucked neatly within the lace. But Charles’ most defining feature was his trademark monocle on his left eye of his rich blue pair. A bronze frame holding a slightly cracked glass, much tougher than it appears, hell could rise and when the forces consume the earth the miracle would appear untouched.

A few hours had past and Charles had wondered about the borderline between the suburbs and the works, needless to say, he was out of place in such a rough area. A lot of eager eyes were trained on a man of Charles’ apparel. All predatory eyes quickly averted their gaze however when the woman Charles was supposed to meet showed up, they might not be the force they once were since Alister and Co. showed up but they’re still respected and fear in the criminal underground.

“Eyy err... You with the spiffy spectacle, you the one here to help with my little, er... mole infestation?” She asks

“Yes, I am ms. Charles, gentleman gunslinger at your service” Charles says, taking a small bow.

The woman had a very raspy and nasal, speaking almost through their teeth and very acute on pronouncing the letter ‘s’. They were quite tall standing at 5′11″ to Charles’ 6′3″, he was the second tallest in the group before Alister joined after all. The woman was also quite tanned of skin with large brown eyes and ponytailed black hair down to their shoulder. They had a rough appearance, baby eyes and a few small facial scars, not at all intimidated by Charles’ presence. They sported a simple long pair of blue jeans with large black boots and a brown scabbard holstering a large blade. They had a plain white vest covered by an open red and dirty yellow floral style aloha shirt. A large golden watch also grazed their wrist, something the Renegade quickly picked up on.

“Ah, I see you too are a woman of culture!” He comments with a large smile and chipper tone.

The Cartel information simple stares in confusion.

“Your timepiece my dear, a grand display of a fine taste!”

It’s unknown what puzzled the informant more, the comment on her watch or him being oblivious to the large automatic rifle slung over her shoulder with a thin piece of string. In his defence, it would be expected in such an area.

“A-yeeerr, yea. Anyway, follow me” She motions him over to one of the many dark and narrow alleys that litter Tmyrthiil City.

They get about eight or so metres in, with light becoming very dim before Charles questions...

“This is rather over-dramatic don’t you think?” He asks, looking at his surroundings.

“How can I trust you, how do I know you’re who you say you are!?” The informant demands, pushing Charles towards a wall and aiming her weapon at him after slinging it around her waist.

“My dear, I hardly resemble any gangster and besides... If my intention was to kill you then you simply wouldn’t be breathing right now”

“How so?” She asks, aggressively shoving her weapon in his face.

“Well to start, the safety is still on your rifle” Her eyes widen and she reaches to pull out her knife to put to Charles’ throat only to come up empty.

“And I have already disarmed you” Charles smirks, wielding her large knife.

“H-how!?” She demands, now with safety off.

“Thievery is not a part of the gentleman’s code, however, sleight of hand is integral” He informs, strolling further into the darkness.

“That doesn’t help your case much gunslinger” She aims her weapon at the dark.

“You’re correct, however, this might” Charles adds, lighting a match to provide light and presenting his earpiece.

“Miss García?” Thyriir asks from the earpiece. She seems to recognise his voice.

“Mr. Thyriir!?” She asks in a rather surprised tone.

“If there are any queries concerning Charles’ loyalties I can vouch and confirm he is indeed a part of my organisation, his gentleman's’ code ensures it... or so I’m frequently told” He adds in a somewhat annoyed tone.

“Alright gunslinger, I trust you, doesn’t mean I like you though,” She says as she walks past into the pitch black, snatching her knife back.

“That’s rather rude” Charles comments, inserting his earpiece once more and following the Cartel member further through the long, damp and dark alley to deal with their ‘mole infestation’.

The night was in full swing at this point and most of the residents of the suburbs-works border had either gone home, retreated to a tavern or died at this point, one of the three Charles was bound for. With the informant coming to a halt at a back alley pub at the end of a labyrinth of passageways.

The tavern itself is a large wooden building, a dark rich coloured wood to be specific, it’s small and foggy windows allowing no sight into the building, protected by a bright yellow glow, similar to molten iron emanating from them. A crumbling slate roof topped the wooden structure and an unstable-looking chimney, crooked and falling apart pumping smoke continuously. A large sturdy door, reinforced with iron and bolted with rust creeping up the metal augments while vegetation the wooden aspect.

“After you ms.” Charles, always the gentleman insists, outstretching his arm to the door.

Any attempt at chivalry was thwarted however as the Cartel member simply pushed him through the door...

“Stop playing around gunslinger”

Needless to say, Charles looked out of place. Every large, muscular rough figure immediately silencing the chatter and snapping their gazed over to him. soon slight murmurs began to rise and angry looking eyes you could have sworn turned red, well at least the hungry looking ones did. All savage intent was quashed however upon the Cartel information entering, much to Charles’ surprise. The crime lords may be down but surely not out.

“You’ll be meeting our little pest over there, I’ll be sitting on the table over in case things get out of hand” She says, pointing to a table against the left wall of the tavern in the middle of the row.

The inside of the tavern itself was nothing special, a few oil lamps hanging from the rafters, a testament to the building's age. The interior matched the outside with the inside wood being of slightly better condition to that of the outside. A long wooden bar stretched over the majority of the right-hand side of the pub with a single bartender looking over it, dressed in a white shirt with a black bow-tie and vest to match, along with the wide variety of ales, spirits and such that lined the back and kegs linked to taps below the actual bar front that holds the drinks of many mean looking characters. A small smoking area with a poker table lay almost hidden in the far back right corner next to an odd looking metal door with a rather large keyhole.The majority of the tables where simple tables, a round top with a slightly smaller round base and a rusted iron bar connecting the two with the taverns logo and name branded on top, a raven with its wings outstretched and the words “Fallen Hero’s Refuge” written across it inside a thin circle.

“Do whatever you do gunslinger, just be careful, they look like shit but is far from it” The informant warns as they push Charles towards his table. “Oh, and try not to make a scene” She adds.

“Excuse me sir, is this seat taken?” Charles asks who he now knows as his target.

“No.” He replies in a cold tone, his gazed fixed firmly on the floor. The man appears to have the same skin tone and complexion as the informant with lighter, more blonde like hair, cut much shorter, spiked at the fringes tips. Their attire seemed more formal than the Cartel’s usual dress code, a black shirt, unbuttoned at the top with a similar, suit like black jacket, however, his eyes where the most peculiar part about him, pure white pupils and iris with small amounts of deep red streaks of blood around the edge of his eyeballs, their sight could be up to debate.

“Care for a drink, my good chum?” Charles inquires.

“No.”

“Erm, bartender, two whiskeys my good sir!” He asks, raising his arm and a single finger to grab their attention.

The bartender simply stops cleaning his glass and stares at him, stone-faced until walking off.

“Well that was rather rude, wouldn’t you agree?” Charles notes in a stern tone with a stern expression... to no reply, the target didn’t even react.

The bartender then arrives with the two drinks, staring at Charles for a few moments before walking off.

“Much appreciated”  Charles thanks, sliding a glass the target’s way “Well then, I see small talk is clearly not your forte...” Charles goes, only to be interrupted by a larger brute, similar size to Alister, possibly larger at what Charles could estimate 6′6″.

“Wot’ are you doin’ ear? Poshy!” He asks, trying to look as intimidating as possible, stretching to look tall, widening their stance and leaning into Charles while he sits. “I suggest you get out while you can!”

“Excuse me, but that is no way to address a gentleman!” Charles replies still seated.

“Keep it together gunslinger” The informant comments in a whisper.

“Who’d you think you are!” The brute continues, almost laughing.

“Charles..” He starts, slipping a bullet into his gun’s chamber.

“Charles, don’t blow this!” Thyriir pleading his ear as he stands up.

“Goddamn it gunslinger!” The informant silently cries.

“Gentleman gunslinger, at your service” He finishes, aiming his revolver at the thug’s head and pulling the trigger.

The brute’s head now with a bottle cap sized hole in it and body falls limp down to its knees and drops into a small pool of blood. The rest of the tavern falls silent, all staring at Charles as the bartender ducks under the bar.

“I do apologise for that chum but I simply could not stand for that, my gentleman’s code prevents it” Only for him to turn after finishing his sentence to the same situation as the target’s lifeless eyes are locked to Charles’ own and pistol pressed at his forehead.

*Sigh* “Just make it quick” Thyriir buzzes in.

Charles swats the weapon away with the back of his hand, setting it off and sweeping the legs of the informant sending them crashing into the table. He raises his gun to take a shot but the revolver simply clicks, void of any ammunition as the informant rolls to the side.

admits the slight conflict the entire tavern had readied their weapons in response, ensuring the chaos to ensue.

“Get down gunslinger!” The informant orders, vaulting over her own seat and pushing him to the ground, flipping the table to provide cover for the two while the tavern opens fire. An establishment in such a rough area of Ahrthwuien must be sure to protect itself, turning its most abundant furniture into useful resources, even the tables, capable of stopping some of the most common ammunition types.

“Terribly sorry abo...” Charles attempts to apologise.

“Shut up and shoot”

“Ok” Charles responds, loading his chamber with a variety of coloured bullets as courtesy of Thyriir.

Rolling out of cover Charles brandishes his second revolver, firing all six rounds into the crowd of angry patrons, five landing in the heads of five while the sixth ricocheting off the bar front and into the left leg of the target, sending them down to the floor. Holstering the weapon, Charles turns to see a large knife go gliding through the air where his head once was, in response Charles sends a strike down to the elbow joint of the assailant’s arm and chop to their neck, causing them to fall onto a chair and for Charles to fire a red looking bullet into their head, setting it alight.

“So Thyriir, I see you’ve been rather busy” Charles comments, touching his ear, only for the scientist to chuckle back as a body goes flying past, shot down by the informant, nodding to Charles only to turn and continue firing into the crowd.

“Much appreciated ms.” Charles adds, taking a bow, only to be charged and kicked on the side of the head, sending him crashing down to the floor. The same attacker diving to pummel Charles and while he does land a few hits, Charles, grabbing a chair breaks it over their head and rolling them off. Taking the broken leg of the chair; impaling it into the foot of another attacker, causing them to fall to one knee, Charles sweeping their other leg and resting them on his knee, striking their neck, causing it to break.

Taking this momentary break in the action to reload his second revolver with regular bullets and swinging his right revolver anticlockwise from his thigh, aiming up and shooting a blue coloured bullet, piercing the torso of the previous attacker, freezing them almost instantly.

NOTE:Hit w/ butt of gun and behead

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