#carlos undercover ?

[actually-not-me]

Happy World Bartender Day. No better way to celebrate it than with lovely "Raul" 😉🍸🍹

movie Fluidity, 2019

#rafael silva #raul #fluidity #world bartender day #bartender #carlos reyes #911 lone star #tarlos #not tarlos related but i tagged it although #carlos undercover ? #my gifs

[wandering-night19]

It’s finally here! You’d think with the way I slaved over this fic it’d be 100k. Thanks to @whenshereads for dragging me through this kicking and screaming. Even though I wanted to throw the computer against the wall every time she found a plot hole. And @steddie-as-they-go for screaming with me over facetime. This wouldn’t exist without both of you.

Green Eyes, Blue Skies

16k . Carlos Reyes/TK Strand . Explicit

When Carlos is tasked with uncovering the dump site of a serial killer on death row his biggest concern was being apart from TK for three months. But when a prison break goes awry, his biggest concern is TK being caught in the middle.

There’s a calmness that comes over TK whenever he sees Carlos. It doesn’t matter what’s happening around them – solar flare, dust storm, ice storm – if he can see Carlos he knows everything is going to be fine. Carlos won’t let anything happen to him. And TK would never let anything happen to Carlos. 

It’s why, in the face of everything that’s happened so far, he hasn’t been terrified. He’s held on to the fact that they’re going to get out of this. They have to, there’s no other option his brain will allow. Besides, Carlos is enough of a worrier for the both of them. 

That was before though. Before he felt the arm wrapping around his waist. Before he felt his feet leaving the ground.

He kicks out, his feet barely scrabbling against the floor, arms reaching out to grab on to anything. Carlos is too far away. He can’t reach him.

“Carlos!” he screams. And the whole world comes to a stop.

continue on ao3

Tagging under the cut anyone that was interested in the snippets shared from this fic.

@cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @thebumblecee @lutavero @heartstringsduet @guardian-angle22 @liminalmemories21 @ramblingdisaster73 @rosedavid @jesuisici33​ @bonheur-cafe​ @lemonlyman-dotcom​

#911ls fic #tarlos fic #undercover carlos reyes #paramedic tk strand #tw guns #tw gun violence #tw gunshot wound #my fic #my writing #this was titled prison au in the google doc until two days ago #can't believe it's finally done

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Undercover (AO3)

This is based on this gifset of Rafa looking beautiful in some other show or film (idk, brain short circuited before I could check out what it actually is).

It's a What if...? of Carlos' secret in 4x01. Instead of the secret marriage, I give you undercover Carlos.

This was meant to be a one shot but it started to get long before anything had even happened... and it's 5.42AM now and I should probably sleep instead of writing this thing... so here is part 1. I'm Very Bad at multi chapter fics but I'll try to finish part 2 tomorrow (Sunday) and see where it goes from there.

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“Reyes, my office please.” Carlos’ sergeant called out just as he was about to go on his lunch break.

It had been a slow morning, which he was grateful for after the weekend he’d had touring wedding venues with TK, and finding out the perfect place didn’t have an opening for another 18 months.

“Everything alright, sir?”

“Close the door and sit down please.”

Carlos tried to keep the look on his face neutral as he did what he was told, but wondered what on earth his sergeant would call him into his office for.

“How is the wedding planning going?” Sergeant Walsh asked him after he’d sat down.

“Uh… alright… thanks.” Carlos answered, not sure how he knew or where the conversation was going.

“Your father mentioned you and your fiancé looking at venues when I ran into him this weekend.

“Oh. Yes, sir we are. We’ve toured a few.”

Walsh nodded.

“Did you find anything you like? My daughter is a wedding planner, she could help you if you wanted. Put in a good word for you with the venue owners.”

“Thank you sir, but I think we’ll be alright.”

Walsh nodded again.

“Well the offer still stands if you need it.”

“Thank you sir.” Carlos replied. “Was that everything you needed to talk to me about?”

“No, no it is not.” Walsh sat up a little straighter and took a file out of his desk drawer and opened it.

“The FBI are building a case on a nationwide drug trafficking organisation and they’ve reached out to APD for the Austin based part.”

Carlos nodded.

“Do they need tactical support on a raid?”

“Not just yet. They’re still gathering evidence.”

“Ok. Do you need me to help put a team on standby?”

Walsh shook his head.

“Have you ever thought of doing undercover work?”

“Undercover? Me?”

“The FBI need someone to infiltrate the drug trafficking business that’s being run out of a bar downtown. They need someone who knows the city.”

“And that someone is me?”

“If you’re interested. It could be a good career opportunity for you.” Walsh said and turned to the file on his desk. “They’re selling fentanyl and heroin and anything else they can get their hands on. The FBI believes they’re involved in a larger network responsible for drug related deaths all over the country. LA, Chicago, Seattle, New York. It looks like they’re involved with the Honor Dogs too. Have you heard of them?”

“A local biker gang.” Carlos answered. “White supremacists. We’ve arrested some members before… but not recently I believe.”

“That’s right. So getting them off the streets of Austin too would be a nice bonus.”

“Right… Yes, I agree… but… with all due respect, I don’t think I’m going to be of any help in this case.”  

“And why is that?”

“I’m Latino. And gay. Neither of those things are very high on the list of things white supremacists look for in members.”

Walsh smiled.

“No, but the FBI need someone in the bar. They’ve already got someone in with the racists. You’ll just be serving drinks downtown and gathering evidence on the drug charges.”

“Right. So… I’ll be wearing a wire then I guess?”

“I assume so. But if you agree to do this, the FBI will brief you on all details and set you up with a fake identity and backstory.”

Carlos nodded.

“Can I think about it?”

“Sure. Take the afternoon off and let me know first thing tomorrow.”

“Thank you, sir” Carlos said and left the office. He checked his watch. He’d promised his mother he’d meet her for lunch if he had time, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything but the conversation he’d just had with his sergeant.

He got into his car and drove across town to the one place he could think of going.

Unfortunately when he pulled up outside station 126 some time later, both rigs and the ambulance were gone.

“Oh hello officer, can I help you?” a firefighter Carlos vaguely knew as the probie from the B shift crew asked him. He gave the young woman a polite smile.

“No, I’m just waiting for them to come back.”

“They’re on their way. They were loading back up about 10 minutes ago. I heard it on the radio. I forgot to put mine away when I left after my shift.” She scrunched up her face. “Please don’t tell captain Strand.”

“Don’t worry, your secret is safe with me.”

Just then they heard the brief burst of sound Carlos recognised as the horn from the rig.

“Looks like they’re here. I better run. Have a good day officer.” The probie said before rushing out of the firehouse.

Sure enough, not two minutes later, Judd parked the rig in the bay and Owen jumped out.

“Hey Carlos.” The other man greeted him. “Medical is right behind us.”

“Thanks Owen.” Carlos said as Owen walked past him and patted his shoulder.

Before any of the other members of the crew could greet him or ask him why he was there, the ambulance pulled into the station and TK jumped out of the passenger’s seat.

“Hey baby, you here for lunch?”

“Actually… can we talk?”

TK frowned but lead him up to the bunk room where they sat down on two beds facing each other.

“What’s going on? Is everything alright?” TK asked and Carlos hated himself a little for worrying him.

“I uh… got offered this thing… at work.”

“Thing? What thing? A promotion?”

“No. Yes. Maybe? I don’t know…”

“You’re not making any sense, babe.”

Carlos pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“The FBI have reached out to APD for help on a case involving some drug trafficking network they believe is being run out of this bar downtown.”

“Ok. So you’re going to SWAT up and catch the bad guys?”

“No my sergeant wants me to go undercover to gather evidence.”

“For the FBI?”

“Yes.”

“Working in a bar?”

“Yes.”

“Will it be dangerous?”

“I don’t know… I suppose there’s always a risk… I don’t know the details yet. I haven’t said yes yet.”

TK nodded.

“You want to do it, don’t you?”

“Not if you don’t want me to.”

“It’s drugs these guys are involved in?”

“Yes. Apparently mainly heroin and fentanyl but also anything else they can get their hands on and make money from.”

TK was quiet for a minute while he processed what Carlos had just told him. He moved to sit next to Carlos and grabbed his hand.

“I think you should do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. If anyone knows the kind of damage these guys can do it’s me.” He looked down at their joined hands. “Who knows what would have happened to me if my mom hadn’t found me and dragged me to rehab. I knew every low life dealer in the city. They only care about money… not about the lives they ruin.”

Carlos squeezed his hand and let him talk. He knew TK’s addiction was hard for him to talk about. Especially the moments where he’d been at his lowest.

“Tell your sergeant you’ll do it.”

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #carlos reyes #tk strand #undercover carlos

[onetimetwotimesthreetimess]

Also remember how we talked about Alec and Carlos being the same person?

Like how Alec married Lydia because he was in the closet and Carlos marri-

Yeah, that one.

that’s the first thing I thought of when I saw that scene lmao. But what rubs me off the wrong way is Carlos hiding such crucial information about his life from his fiancé who he has been dating for 3 years. And specially after they have already been down this whole secrets thing like 700 times already.

#i don’t hate this storyline but I would’ve liked smth more interesting tbh #like undercover carlos or smth relayed to his family #i like iris but the whole het woman causing problems in their marriage plot is boring and annoying at lol #I’m still going to watch the tuck out of this show lmao but *screams* #lonestar #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes

[blorbocedes]

Versainz anon here, have a few more thoughts?

As he grows closer to Carlos, Max realizes that the man has, to put it delicately, Daddy issues. Max tucks that tidbit into his monthly update to his handler.

Whether they stem from being adopted by his biological father's rumored murderer, or having the weight of Fernando's expectations on his shoulders and needing to keep to a certain image, Max doesn't know.

What Max does know is that Fernando is fucking intimidating in person. Max wasn't expecting to actually get to interact with him when he first took this assignment, let alone be propositioned by said drug lord in a bizarre test of loyalty? discretion? (Max passed by turning him down while also keeping Carlos' name out of his mouth)

Luckily Max doesn't have to deal with Fernando much, but Carlos does. And maybe there is something, a tension, brewing between those two. Maybe this is how they’ll take them down. 

screams!!! Fernando as the alleged murderer/father figure!! the daddy issues of it all

anon how do you expect me to focus on versainz when you give me MAXNANDO!!!!!and then you cruelly take it away 😔 we could've had it all (Carlos/Max/Nando threesome but it's some weird power play actually)

The tension between Fernando and Carlos..... I am looking intently.... I am having thots..... 👁👁

thank you..... ahhhh I hope you've seen all the love thrown your away !! what a delicious concept

#versainz mafia au #undercover!cop max/mafia prince carlos #blorbocedes ask

[keepingmyoptionsfluid]

Sooooo no undercover Carlos? We get undercover Owen instead? 😒

#911 lone star #911 lone star spoilers #carlos reyes #no shade to Iris but the undercover carlos storyline woils habe been so much better #we group predicted that ep beat for beat #and predictability isnt neccesary bad but it sure should be used better that this

[disneynickqueerfest]

Calling all Disney Channel & Nickelodeon fans!

Currently in development is a new fest to bring fanfiction events spotlighting queer ships/characters from our youth.

Still working out details and feeling out interest, but follow for updates!

#disney channel #nickelodeon #wowp #wizards of waverly place #hsmtmts #kc undercover #girl meets world #good luck charlie #ricky x ej #ricky x jet #gina x nini #ashlyn x maddox #ashlyn x val #carlos x seb #maya x riley #teddy x skylar #alex x stevie #alex x juliet #kc x marissa #justin x zeke #liv and maddie #fanfiction event #writing fest #ao3 #victorious #tori x jade #jade x cat #icarly #sam x cat #zoey 101

[iboatedhere]

My guess is that they'll make Carlos go undercover in a drug cartel

That's just fanfiction.

#There's literally a dozen and one fics just like that #not that there's anything wrong with that but #carlos is a patrol officer #he's not going undercover #ask #911 lone star

[actually-not-me]

"𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝐼'𝑚 ℎ𝑜𝑡. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑧𝑦!"

Since y'all seemingly like bartender 𝙍𝙖𝙪𝙡 as much as I do, here's a little bonus clip 🔥❤️‍🔥

movie Fluidity, 2019

#rafael silva #raul #bartender raul #fluidity #bartender raul knows he's hot #carlos reyes #tarlos #911 lone star #not 911 lone star or tarlos related but i tagged it although #carlos undercover? #from the movie Fluidity

[wandering-night19]

WIP Wednesday

tagged by @ramblingdisaster73

Yes, I know it’s Thursday now, but I’m night shift..Thursday doesn’t start until I’ve gone to sleep and woken up.

TK stares down at his phone. He knows there’s not going to be anything there. No new texts, no missed phone calls. He can’t help himself though. He has to look.

“TK, if you sigh one more time I will literally throw you and the phone out of the rig,” Nancy tells him.

He looks up at her, all sad and guilty eyes. Nancy rolls her eyes in response, but it doesn’t stop her heart from softening at the look on his face. 

“Did you guys have a fight or something?”

TK looks genuinely baffled by the comment. “No, of course not.”

“Then what on earth have you been moping around about for actual weeks!”

He opens his mouth to answer. He’s not even sure what he’s going to say because he can’t tell her the truth. He can’t tell anyone the truth. And honestly it’s been almost as tortuous as being without Carlos.

But before he can say anything the alarm is blaring and calling for both fire and medical.

Since it’s past Wednesday I won’t tag anyone...

#wip game #wip wendesday #tarlos #my fic #911ls fic #my writing #tarlos wip #undercover carlos #detective carlos #tk strand #carlos reyes

[astonmartinii]

astonmartinii’s masterlist

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max verstappen 

teacher’s pet 

babysitter duty 

play date 

pen pals 

study bug 

college 

teddy bear 

into the arms of another part two part three part four 

worlds biggest fan part two 

behind the camera 

we don’t play about halloween 

passion for fashion

bite the hand

charles leclerc 

big reputation | part two

all is fair in love and war 

birthday wishes  

the student life part one / part two 

love languages

motormouth 

cat mom 

author 

big girls do(n’t) cry 

tight knit 

friendship bracelets 

you and me got a whole lotta history 

angel baby, devil child 

undercover verstappen

nonsense... or is it? | a very nonsense christmas

oscar piastri 

rookie love

a spoonful of sugar

cherry lip balm 

i am the rockstar, girlfriend 

witchy business 

peas in a pod

southern charm 

kiss it better

nothing good ever happens at the work christmas party

daniel ricciardo 

ric number three 

cooking up a storm 

rockstar 

wedding bells 

big apple lovin’ 

ultimate wing man 

i don’t wanna be funny anymore 

lewis hamilton 

raw chemistry 

doggy day care 

get the bag 

top secret 

signed up for life 

spice up your life

sebastian vettel 

racing royalty 

family ties 

pierre gasly 

we never go out of style 

final(ly) girl 

mick schumacher 

summer breaking 

opposites attract 

lando norris 

lonely hearts club 

suck up 

team bonding 

best friends 4 ever

frost bitten 

dj got us falling in love 

big time rush 

loving on a sunday

head in the clouds

reluctant cupid

bad blood (lando's version)

ballad of lovebirds and puppy dogs

just add water

george russell 

george russell’s the type of guy 

first impressions matter

esteban ocon 

always the ones you least expect 

carlos sainz 

journalist 

old money 

are you going to be my girl?

toto wolff 

falling for you 

alex albon 

nine lives 

yuki tsunoda

guess who?

logan sargeant

pick of the crop

lance stroll

brother's best friend

mamma mia 

mamma mia  

no more ace to play 

honey, honey

age of no regret 

a wonderful thing 

a very mamma mia christmas

if you need me, let me know, gonna be around

#F1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #carlos sainz f1 #george russel x reader #george russel imagine #george russell instagram au #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz x reader #esteban ocon x reader #esteban ocon instagram au #Esteban Ocon x you #lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris insta au #mick schumacher #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher instagram edit #Pierre Gasly #pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly x reader #Pierre Gasly x You #pierre gasly instagram edit #sebastian vettel #sebastian vettel imagine

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Undercover chapter 2 is here!

and on AO3

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“I can text Tommy, tell her I’ll be in later so I can come with you.” TK offered. They were having breakfast together but neither of them were very hungry.

Carlos shook his head.

“They won’t tell you anything. It’s all need to know. Sergeant Walsh set the whole meeting up and he had to fight to be allowed to be there. The FBI doesn’t play games.”

“Right.” Tk poked at his cereal. “Do you think you’ll be allowed to come home? Or will they put you in some kind of safe house?”

“I… I don’t know. I hadn’t even considered that…”

“Maybe you should pack a bag…”

“No… they didn’t tell me to. And it’s just a first meeting. I don’t think anything is going to happen today.”

“Ok. But if there is, you call me, ok?” TK stressed. “I don’t care what I’m doing. Even if I’m digging another lizard out of a guy’s leg, I’ll answer. I have two hands.”

“I don’t think Tommy would be very happy about that.” Carlos gave him a small smile.

“I’ll explain. She’ll understand.”

Carlos checked his watch instead of answering. Ever since he’d called sergeant Walsh to tell him he’d take the job they’d been speculating and wondering and talking through worst case scenarios. They didn’t know anything yet and talking about it only stressed him out more.

“We should get going. I’ll drop you off at the station.”

TK checked the time.

“I’ll be early. I don’t start until 9 today. Why don’t we just drive to the precinct together and I’ll take the Camaro to get to work. Or I’ll ask Nancy for a ride.”

“Is that your way of trying to get into that meeting?”

“Maybe…” TK grinned. “But you were going to tell me everything anyway, right?”

“Everything I can without putting anyone in danger.” Carlos promised and they headed out the door.

He was nervous and decided to let TK drive his Camaro.

“I’ll have my cruiser if I can get away for lunch.” He said before leaning over to kiss TK goodbye.

“Let me know how the meeting goes ok? I want to know what’s happening even if you can’t give me any details.”

“I will. But don’t spend your day worrying about me ok? Keep your head in the game. I don’t want you getting hurt because you’re distracted.”

“Babe… I’m not running into fires anymore. I’ll be fine.”

“You weren’t running into fires when you went through the ice. Or when you got shot.” Carlos pointed out.

“Fair.” TK agreed after a beat. “I’ll be on my best behaviour, I promise.”

The two shared another kiss before Carlos made himself open the door and get out of the car. He watched TK drive off and round the corner before he headed inside.

The officer working the front desk stopped him as soon as he saw him and told him to go straight to sergeant Walsh’s office instead of the locker room to put his stuff away.

Carlos thanked him for passing on the message and headed upstairs where Walsh was waiting for him outside his office.

 “Officer Reyes. Carlos. Thank you for coming in before your shift.” He said welcoming Carlos into his office and motioning to a blonde woman standing next to his desk. “This is agent Rose from the FBI. She's in charge of this operation.” He explained after closing the door.

“Good morning ma'am." Carlos greeted her politely.

“Good morning. Your sergeant says you're the man I'm looking for, for this job.”

“I hope so ma'am. I want to help get these people off the street.”

“Good. We agree on that then." she sat down and opened a file that was on the desk. “Do you know Level 47?”

“Yes ma'am. It's a new club downtown.”

“Ever been?”

“No ma'am. It hasn't been open that long and me and my fiancé are saving up for our wedding.”

“So nobody there knows you?”

“I don't think so ma'am.”

“Well after tomorrow they will. Or rather they will know Raul Solis. That's the name we picked for you. You have a job interview tomorrow at three for bar work. Can you mix cocktails?”

“A few. But I'm no expert.”

“That's fine. We'll make sure you get the job. We can work on the rest.”

“How will you make sure I get the job? If you don't mind me asking.”

“By making sure you are the only candidate.” she told him and handed him a file. “This file has your back story and my colleagues will fill you in on the rest after the interview. Do you have any questions for now?”

“No ma'am, not right now.”

She nodded and took a business card out of her pocket.

“This is my card. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions later on.”

“Thank you ma'am.”

“You'll be on desk duty tomorrow until noon, after that you can go home to prepare for the interview.” Walsh explained. “Just go get ready for your shift now. And remember this goes no further than this office.” He said as Carlos put away the card and got up.

“Yes sir, understood. Thank you again for the opportunity.” he paused before opening the door. “Agent Rose?”

“Yes, officer?”

“What can I tell my fiancé? He's the one who convinced me to take this opportunity but he's worried it'll be dangerous. I don’t want to keep him out of everything.”

“When is the wedding?”

“In 18 months...”

“Congratulations, you got married 18 months ago.” she told him and Carlos gave her a confused look. “It'll be less hassle for me to say he's your husband than your fiancé. As your spouse I can loop him in on some of the things that are happening. And in the unlikely event that you get hurt, he can come see you in hospital.”

“So I won't be able to go home when I'm working at the bar?”

“We'll let you know if it's safe to do so.”

“Right.”

“It's not too late to back out. There's no shame in knowing your boundaries.” sergeant Walsh said but Carlos shook his head.

“No, I want to do this. The sooner these people are off the street, the better.”

“That's the spirit.” Agent Rose said and grabbed a pen off the desk and opened her own copy of the file she’d just handed Carlos. “What is your fiancé's name? I'll put him in your file as spouse.”

“TK Strand. Tyler Kennedy, but he goes by TK.”

A look of something flickered over the agent's face but whatever it was, she quickly buried it.

“Noted. Now just carry on as normal today and we'll be in touch after the interview.”

“Yes ma'am, thank you ma'am.” Carlos said and left the office. He felt uncomfortable in his own skin. Like everyone in the building knew what he was up to and the file in his hand had ATTENTIO: SUPER-SECRET FBI STUFF written on it in big bright letters. Thankfully it was still early and most people around were preparing for the upcoming shift change so nobody paid him much attention.

He put the file in his locker, even though it felt wholly unsecure, and nearly had a heart attack when Lexi came in and said good morning.

“What's up with you? Guilty conscience?” she joked.

“Nothing. Just… still half asleep. I didn't get much sleep last night.”

Lexi scrunched up her face.

“You know I'm happy for you and TK but that doesn't mean I want those kind of updates. Have some mercy on us single people.”

Carlos laughed, it was nice to talk about normal stuff for a while.

“Single? What happened to that English guy you were telling me about?”

“Ok 1, that was ages ago, and 2, he moved to LA and wanted me to come with him but I said no.”

“He did? When did that happen? Why didn't you go?”

“Because we were only just getting to know each other. Not everyone moves in together and gets married 15 minutes after they meet.”

“We've been together three years! It'll be four and a half when we actually get married.”

Lexi frowned.

“Why wait so long?”

“Because the venue we want doesn't have an opening for another 18 months.”

“So why not just pick something else?”

“No, TK fell in love with the place and I want everything to be perfect for him.”

“You know it's your wedding too right?”

“I want him to be happy. If he's happy then so am I.” Carlos vowed. “And you should see the place, it's amazing.” he pulled up some pictures on his phone to show her but at that same moment it started ringing.

“Local number. It could be your lucky day.” Lexi commented and walked away to give him some privacy.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Carlos Reyes?”

“Yes, this is he.”

“Oh good. My name is Simon from the wedding ranch. Is now a good time?”

“Yes, now is fine.”

“Good, good. Well we have just had a cancellation and a spot opened up in 8 weeks. The computer has selected a couple from our waiting list and your name came up.”

“Wait, what?”

“If you are interested, you and your fiancé can have your wedding at our venue in 8 weeks. We have your information on file so if you just pay the deposit, we’ll book you right in.”

“I... uh... Yes we're interested, very interested.” Carlos said but stopped himself from blindly agreeing and just springing the change on TK. He’d learnt his lesson with the loft and he’d promised TK he wouldn’t make any big decisions without him anymore. “But I have to discuss it with my fiancé first. Can I get back to you about this?”

“I'm afraid I can't hold the spot for very long.”

“I understand. You'll hear from us by the end of business today.” Carlos promised the man and hung up before going to find Lexi to tell her they were having lunch at the firehouse today.

And maybe he could give her and Paul a push in the right direction.

“So… if we pay the deposit the place is ours in 8 weeks.” Carlos told TK. It was a few hours later and they were back in the firehouse bunkroom, sitting on the same beds as the day before, only this time the mood was much lighter and TK hadn’t stopped smiling since he first told him their dream venue was available.

“Let’s call them back!” TK said excitedly. “Tell them we want it. We can transfer the deposit right away. I can access our savings account on my phone. They’ll have it before they’re even done writing our names in the diary.”

“Yeah? Are you sure?”

“Carlos” TK started, putting his hands on either side of Carlos’ face and looking him in the eye. “We agreed this place is perfect. I’d marry you right here in this firehouse if I had to, but if I can do it in the perfect venue, I know what I’d rather do.”

Carlos let himself get swept away in TK’s enthusiasm and kissed him before getting his phone out and calling the venue.

Less than 10 minutes later everything was booked.

“We’re getting married. In 8 weeks.”

“We are.” TK agreed. “We should celebrate.” He kissed Carlos but instead of a small and innocent kiss, he ran his tongue along Carlos’ lip to make him open up for him and deepen the kiss.

He tried to push Carlos back on the bed but unfortunately that’s when Carlos’ brain caught up with the rest of him and he put a hand on TK’s chest to stop him.

“Here?” Carlos glanced around the bunk room as if the whole crew would suddenly appear. “We can’t.”

“Why not? Everyone is downstairs, nobody is going to come up here because they think we’re fighting.” TK got up and pushed open Carlos’ legs and knelt between them. He made quick work of his gun belt and dropped it on the floor behind him. “We’ll just have to be quick. And quiet.” He licked his lips and winked and Carlos was sure Tyler Kennedy Strand was going to be the death of him one day.

Only with TK working the button and zip on his uniform pants and his warm hands slipping below the waistband of his boxers, Carlos found he suddenly didn’t care anymore who could walk in.

#911 lone star #tarlos #tarlos fic #carlos reyes #tk strand #undercover carlos

[dilemmaontwolegs]

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[nouvellevqgue]

but i'm my father's daughter, so maybe i could fix him .ೃ࿔

.𖥔 ݁˖𖦹⭒ you loved him, but do you loved him truly? or the one who's the bad is not you, but him. or probably even the opposite.

i. LOGAN SARGEANT ɞ°⁺˖ ﹙ all-american bitch ﹚

ii. OSCAR PIASTRI ɞ₊⊹⋆ ﹙ bad idea, right? ﹚

what if the break up wasn't really called a break up since the night he called it end?

iii. LEWIS HAMILTON ɞ°⁺˖ ﹙ vampire ﹚

iv. LANDO NORRIS ₊⊹⋆ ﹙ lacy ﹚

v. MAX VERSTAPPEN ɞ°⁺˖ ﹙ ballad of a homeschooled girl﹚

you don't even know who he is, and so does he. so now how are you both are even together?

vi. CHARLES LECLERC ₊⊹⋆ ﹙ making the bed﹚

vii. PIERRE GASLY ɞ°⁺˖ ﹙ logical ﹚

you've been fallen for his trap, like a pig raised for slaughter, he treated you the same.

viii. CARLOS SAINZ ₊⊹⋆ ﹙ get him back! / i wanna kiss his face with an uppercut! ﹚

ix. MICK SCHUMACHER ɞ°⁺˖ ﹙ love is embarrassing ﹚

you gave everything for him but at what cost?

x. GEORGE RUSSELL ₊⊹⋆ ﹙ the grudge ﹚

would you still believe in pure love after this?

xi. DANIEL RICCIARDO ɞ°⁺˖ ﹙ pretty isn't pretty﹚

all you wanted to do is be pretty for him. but sometimes what is called beautiful isn't as beautiful and pretty what you imagined isn't as pretty as you are.

xii. YUKI TSUNODA ₊⊹⋆ ﹙ teenage dream﹚

xiii. DANIEL RICCIARDO ɞ°⁺˖ ﹙ prison for life﹚

xiv. OLLIE BEARMAN ₊⊹⋆ ﹙ strangers again﹚

does love that he wants from you is only works undercover?

“ it takes strength to forgive, but i don't feel strong ”

#logan sargeant x reader #oscar piastri x reader #lewis hamilton x reader #lando norris x reader #max verstappen x reader #charles leclerc x reader #pierre gasly x reader #carlos sainz x reader #mick schumacher x reader #george russell x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader #🪷; series

[theiconicscott]

WIP GAME

post the last line you wrote (from any wip) and tag the same number of people as there are words.

thank you so much to @ravens-words for tagging me!

“Eddie Diaz - Edmundo, when I’m in trouble.” Eddie smiles warmly, like he’s drifted off to fond memories of his past, and Carlos has to push the envy down before it gets the better of him. “So, you come here often, Romeo?”

tagging, uh - anyone who wants to do it? i haven't been on tumblr lately, i can't remember which of my friends are writers any more!

#911 lone star #carlos reyes #911 on fox #eddie diaz #tag games #scott writes #carlos is working undercover as a cop btw #that's why eddie calls him romeo #although i think it's also fun to see that without the context XD

[kaznejis]

Public display- Bucky Barnes x Reader

Part 1 - Public Affair 

Word Count- 6012

A/N- The support for Part 1 was honestly overwhelming- I did have initial plans for a part 2 though did not expect that many people to be interested! From me to you, enjoy this sequel packed with angst, fluff and action. Thank you ;) 

Monaco, six months earlier. 

“Records state that our friend over at Hydra owns this hotel,” Natasha mumbled beside you, her head bowed low and red-waves loose beneath a wide sun hat; complimented by a long, strapless designer dress, as commissioned by Tony. The two of you were the staple of the average residents of Monte Carlo, having essentially raided every designer outlet in the area. High-end cars rumbled throughout the street as heiress after heiress graced the steps of the grand hotel before you. 

“I’m pretty sure he also owns three other hotels on this stretch.” you snorted, Squinting up at the large, stained-glass windows of the hotel; the click of heeled boots and the spray of dancing water created a mirage of noise around you. The area was the opitimy of money; whilst you had flown in on a private jet- once again, courtesy of Tony- you felt like a fraud, your disguise almost see-through to the ancient, traditional blood of manicures and snobbery surrounding you. 

“We suspect he’s funded the majority of the Hydra operations that have been appearing over the last couple of years,” Steve grumbled over the comms, the pant of his breath evident as he paused to speak, “If we can take him down- Hydra will have lost their biggest investor.” 

“It’s not an end to an all, but it’s definitely something,” Natasha replied; her voice a constant mumble beside you, ever playing the role of an undercover spy perfectly. Natasha remained the constant, solid force in missions; always watching your back, always giving her all. You found yourself constantly following her footsteps in more circumstances than one. Looking to her for guidance. 

“Me and Steve are nearing the South entrance,” Bucky’s voice rumbled through the comms, your other guiding force entering the picture. Bucky’s strength and resilience and love tended to bleed into you, etching your soul and adding even the slightest element of care to every move you make. Every punch, every throw, every beating- Bucky was ever prevalent in your mind. He had gripped your hands and face and waist in the privacy of the back of Tony’s jet- inhaling your scent and ingraining it into his memory as he had told you to be strong, be safe, be vigilant. Adoring, you had stared up at him; cradled his metal hand and nodded along- forcing him to vow that he would do the same as he implored you to do, “Everybody stick to the original plan- Y/N and Nat; you can advance to the front desk.” 

Moving instantly, the two of you began to climb the steps to the entrance; feigning the image of two friends chattering, enjoying their holiday or returning from an early lunch. It didn’t matter what image you could create, as long as it was believed. Upon reaching the entrance, the doormen smiled at you, bowing graciously as they presented the open doors of the hotel’s entrance. 

“Easily done,” You gritted out behind a grin, bowing your head thankfully towards the men, “Go to the reception and get as much intel as you can; I’m going up to the penthouse.” 

“Y/N, are you sure?” Natasha turned to you then, her own saccharine smile gracing her features though her eyes remained down-turned with worry, “We can skip the intel and go together, take him down fast.” 

Vehemently, you shook your head, grasping her hand and pleading with your eyes, “We need that proof Nat, without records we’ll have nothing but a suspicious murder to show for this mission- we need to know what the income for this place is being turned over towards.” 

Natasha nodded reluctantly, “Be careful, okay?” her eyes closed for a moment as she allowed herself a breath before she departed from you, not allowing a second look as she strutted towards the desk where an unknowing, young male attendant awaited her. The perfect target. You set off towards the hotel’s corridors instantly, signs displaying a large quantity of numbers and different suite types directed the way as you explored the quiet corridors; the click of your heels the only sound present. 

As you turned a corner on the second floor; two familiar figures jogged from the other end of the hallway. Smirking, you bowed your head- your own sunhat creating a guise over your features as you headed towards them. “Miss, miss?” Steve panted, slowing as him and Bucky reached you, “We recommend that you vacate this hallway there is a-” 

You raised your head then, an eyebrow raised as you revealed yourself to the two, “Am I really that unrecognisable?” 

As Steve stuttered, Bucky smirked as he approached your side- wrapping the metal arm around your waist and planting a kiss at the side of your face, to which Steve rolled his eyes and turned away, “Of course not Doll- Steve’s just in ‘Cap Mode’” 

“Speaking of which.” Steve raised an eyebrow, moving to continue his pursuit. 

“Of course,” Bucky mused, beginning to depart only to return to your side and lean towards your ear, “That dress looks amazing on you by the way, Doll.” He replicated your initial smirk, jogging backwards and throwing you a wink before turning to follow behind Steve- who had already disappeared around the hallways corner. You continued on your own departure then, affording him a final smile before continuing your climb towards the penthouse. 

One foot in front of the other, over and over as you trailed the extensive halls of the hotel. 

-

For the room regularly occupied as a safe house for one of Hydra’s most powerful assailants, the lock was surprisingly easy to crack. The twist of a hairpin and the slightest pressure did the job- the lock clicking as the door swayed, its brass hinges squeaking abrasively, the sound loud and grating in the silence of the hallway. 

“I’m entering the lair,” you whispered into comms, loud enough for it to be heard throughout the ear pieces though quiet enough to deter detection from outside sources. A quick scan of the room told you that it was empty, though recently occupied- half-drank bottles of alcohol and cigarette stumps littered the table, complemented by the clothes strewn across the floor, “Give me five minutes.” 

“Be careful, Y/N,” Steve replied, “Nat’s got the intel, we’re a few blocks from the hotel and all civilians have been cleared from the nearby areas. Tony has got eyes on the penthouse from above- see you in five.” 

Double clicking the button attached to your ear piece- you affirmed that you had heard Steve’s words; silently confirming the start of your undercover exercise. Bypassing the mess within the entrance- you turned instantly to left; the plans that you had covered extensively highlighted that the office was to the left; gather evidence, wait for the suspect, kill the suspect, escape. It was a simple plan with simple steps- an exercise you’d done countless times, you could practically do this with your eyes closed. 

The gathering of evidence was the easiest step- a range of highly confidential material lay open across the large mahogany desk within the office; letters, invoices, even bills for the hotel itself. Within no time you had snapped pictures of the most interesting aspects, though not before a piece of paper caught your eye. It was at the corner of the large pile of letters; sticking out almost intentionally, as if asking to be found. Pulling it from the pile, your heart dropped instantly as the words before you became clear. 

H,

The Avengers, America’s greatest heroes, have finally turned to you as their target. Their plan will be ever-predictable; the one feeling the most boisterous and courageous will most likely volunteer themselves to be sent up to your penthouse during one of your annual stays as the others split off into teams. A strategy that would work, if you didn’t have my intel on your side. Ensure that the area is cleared and that the evidence is obvious. Make it too easy for them. 

I hope you will repay me for the assistance. 

It was a trap. It had all been a trap, and you had fallen directly into it. 

“Were you never taught not to snoop through someone else’s belongings?” A gruff voice sounded behind you, the click of a gun’s safety being turned off immediately following. 

“What is this?” you gritted out, hands raised beside your head as you stared determinedly at the desk, “Who did this?” 

“That’s none of your business, Sweetheart,” the man spoke, his tone laced with confidence, “Now- let’s do this the easy way, shall we? You’re going to come with me, tell me a little bit about this whole operation of yours and then we kill you. Understand?” 

You turned then, hands still raised in the air as you refused to show any signs of fear towards the man- he stumbled slightly at your movement, the gun in his hand wavering as he was shocked at your own confidence as you looked the man directly in the eye; face impassive as ever. “I’m afraid that’s not going to happen.” You gave the man no time to think as you immediately fell to your knees, rolling in between the man’s legs and slicing a cut into his thigh with the knife concealed into the thin sleeves of your dress, “All I can tell you about this operation, is that I’m here to kill you.” 

“Well we can’t have that, can we?” The man turned instantly, firing two shots towards your legs; the sound of the bullets deafening at such close range- your trained, meticulous instincts only allowing you a split second to roll away- the momentum allowing you to unholster a gun at your thigh-holster. You stood instantly, the gun poised precisely between your hands as you aimed it at him. You clicked off the safety, aiming the gun and- 

“Doll? Doll, were those gunshots you?” Bucky’s voice sounded through the comms, his voice tinged with worry- the plan had been to execute a clean, quiet kill; knife, poison, brute force. A gunshot did not come under the category of clean, quiet kill, setting off the alarms instantly, “Doll, we’re coming up there please answer me, please let-” 

The falter you had offered at the sound of Bucky’s voice caused you to pause for too long, within no time the man had bowled into you, slamming your back into the wall and ripping the earpiece from your ear, dropping it to the ground and instantly crushing it beneath his boot. Shit. 

“Now, we’re not going to do anymore playing around,” He growled into your face, his breath hot with anger against your cheeks and his arm barring you against the wall as you squirmed, “No more secret weapons, no more dancing around.” As he spoke, an entourage of armed men entered the room, an array of red pointers displayed against your chest. As the men entered, an explosion sounded nearby. 

Tony, they had taken Tony down. The Iron Man had survived worse, of course- but there was little the team would be able to do for you now. You were grossly outnumbered. As panic began to numb your senses; the worry clouding your eyesight- the butt of a gun connected with your forehead; effectively knocking you out. 

-

Three days, three days you were locked up in that basement. Another safe house, another dingy and dilapidated building occupied by the Hydra informants. Blood had dripped into your eyes as you hung from the wall- arms encased by chains and your lifeline hanging by a thread. 

“Your little boyfriend isn’t coming to save you.” They had spat, phlegm splattering against your cheeks as they had laughed- laughed at the so-called ‘Avenger’ that they had tricked so easily. You hadn’t blamed them- you had felt foolish, like the naive child you had once been; too excited by a chance at finery, revenge. Vengeance for Bucky and Steve. It was only in the darkness of what could’ve been night, as evidenced by the lack of torture you were given during those hours, that you allowed yourself to cry. Cursing yourself and your stupidity. 

You had wanted nothing but Bucky in those moments. Nothing but the intertwine of your legs under cold sheets and the tickle of his stubble against your skin; the giggles that it would garner from you as you begged him to stop. Every moment, every breath was spent thinking of Bucky. It was only when the sound of gunfire and a door crashing above you sounded that you felt like yourself again- the sound of familiar boots against the stone floor and the harsh grip against your face, the look in Bucky’s eyes as you had looked back at him- the relief crumpling his face as he sobbed, his grip on your face never loosening. 

Something changed then, between the two of you. It became real, the knot forming between you solidifying. It felt like forever. 

-

New York, Present day

“You kids really do think that I just have an unlimited sum of money, huh?” Tony mused from the kitchen counter, stirring himself a cup of coffee early in the morning, “I just held a huge charity gala, which was a success by the way, no thanks to you two.” 

“That’s because you do, Tony,” You gritted out, your fists clenched beneath the dining table, anger and determination fuelling you, “I need you to host a press conference, I need-” Bucky gripped your clenched fist beneath the table, uncurling it and intertwining his fingers with yours, his gaze sincere as he nodded comfortingly, you took a deep breath, “She tried to ruin our lives, Tony. We need to expose her, we need to do something.” 

Tony sighed, pausing midway as he raised the cup to his mouth, his gaze mirroring Bucky’s as he watched you from across the room, “Fine, kid. I’ll book you a room, reach out to a couple of my contacts. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you,” You nodded, your eyes teary as you smiled at Tony before turning to Bucky; his gaze remaining a solid force as he watched over you, continuing to grip your hand. 

“It’s gonna go fine, Doll,” He assured, dragging your hand with him as he moved to settle back in his seat. He was almost a mirror of that night in the kitchen- all sleep-tousled hair and his crumpled pyjama shirt; the evidence of the lines of a pillow still prevalent within his cheeks. The two of you had spent every second together since your conversation in that hallway, and the night that followed. His gaze a constant presence beside you as you worked out what to do, how to garner adequate revenge against those that had wronged you. 

The presence of those days in Monaco had always lingered at the back of your mind, and you assumed Bucky’s too. Whilst the team had managed to take out the army of men within the safe house you had been held captive at; your initial attacker, the Hydra informant- had escaped.

The reveal of a potential informant within the Avengers too shook the team- many outside of the Avengers itself refused to believe you, refused to take it further and potentially expose one of their own; one of the people that they worked alongside every day. 

You couldn’t blame them- though the failure to reach justice left you feeling empty, wronged. You had survived days of torture- only to be saved, returned and expected to let everything go back to normal. To scrub the blood from beneath your fingernails and climb the quinjet, onto the next operation. The events of the PR relationship and the lies that unfolded caused these thoughts to re-emerge; thoughts that had been submerged by training in the gym and the crinkles beside Bucky’s eyes. 

You felt like a pawn- a chess piece in the game of the rich and powerful. Orchestrated and trained to be used. 

During the days leading up to the conference, Bucky was a constant presence beside you- a hand on your back, fingers intertwined, a kiss to the side of your hair- it was almost like he was afraid to let go, afraid that the relationship posed before the public eye was all too real; that it truly had meant something. Despite it meaning nothing.

You had told him as such, a hand smoothing back his hair as you sat cross-legged on your bed, “The whole time I was thinking of you.” You had smiled, your cheeks warming as he cocked his head to the side, a chuffing sound escaping from his mouth as he allowed himself to breathe. 

“Me too, Doll,” He pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he inhaled your scent, his face pressed to your hair, “I’m sorry everything got so twisted-”

“No, no. It wasn’t your fault.” 

“Doll,”  He smiled sadly, those beautiful crinkles at the side of his eyes forming, “I should’ve known, I’ve run into a number of problems with those public representations executives- I should’ve known.” He nodded as he spoke, wholly convinced that this was his doing, not theirs. 

“I promise you, Buck. This wasn’t your fault and I will assure you of that until the day I die,” You vowed, your voice harsh with the iron-clad anger within, “But before I can show you- we have to take them down.” 

“I’ll be there, Doll, right behind you on that stage. If you need me to step in I will. I will be there.” 

Words wouldn’t have sufficiently amounted to display your awe of him, your love, the way you wanted him by your side forever- so, with your hands on his cheeks, you pulled him in- pressing your lips to his and pouring every words that you had never said to him into the kiss; smiling against his lips as he reciprocated, brushing a hand to the back of your neck and gripping- pulling you into his lap as you laughed into his mouth, lips never departing. 

In a way, that moment of reprieve; of love, prepared you for what was to come. 

-

The constant static of the Avengers tower surrounded you and raised the ends of your hair as you traipsed the hallway- the day of the conference. Your speech was written and had been studied meticulously, your words at their harshest- inflicting every cruel feeling that had been inflicted upon you, not just in the past week but during your time in the Avengers. The ever-watchful eyes, the unwanted criticisms, the ignorance and the altruism regarding yourself as a living, breathing human being. 

The people had never truly cared, they never would. But exposing their malice and manipulation would provide you with the revenge you deserved. The revenge you all deserved. 

The sound of heels clicking hastily caused you to pause, halting in your tracks as the footsteps were aimed purposefully in your direction, though before you could turn and face the intruder, a shrill voice sounded, “So, this is your big plan, huh?” Sophia, her once bouncy curls now reduced to an unruly hairstyle as she had evidently not stopped to allow the time for a meticulous hair routine that morning- her own actions were catching up already, even without the extent of her crimes being exposed, “Expose me?” She continued, reaching you finally as she waved her hands in her face- her nails raw, bitten down to their nail beds, “I was doing what was best for you-”

“You almost ruined my life!” You snapped, hair flying as you swung around to glare right back at her- your tone severe as you advanced, “I almost lost the love of my life because of your lies. And for what? A bit of money, fame.”

“You could do so much more, Y/N” Sophia shook her head, tone condescending but almost sympathetic as she widened her eyes at you, “You could be the biggest celebrity on the planet- we almost got there but you had to ‘fall in love’ with that-”

“Don’t even go there, Sophia.” You shook your head before repeating yourself, “You almost ruined my life- so I’m hitting the nail in the coffin for yours. What was it you said, me going public with Bucky would be ‘career suicide’?” 

“You’re going to regret this, Y/N.” She yelled after you, a cliche statement- though out of character for a simple representative like Sophia. The statement caused you to pause upon turning the corner towards the conference room- check the stability of the gun beneath your shirt and the knife stored in the boot of your shoe. 

“What’s up, Doll?” Bucky’s voice called from beside the door to the conference room- leaning up against the wall, one leg cocked before him as he stood in a full embellished suit and tie. Grinning, you shook your head, stopping in front of him to adjust his tie and smooth back his hair, “It’s gonna go great,” He nodded, his head tilting as he followed your ministrations against him, “You’re gonna take those bastards down, yeah?”

Nodding, you continued to grin at him, standing back to appraise his figure, “It’s going to go great.” You affirmed, accepting his hand as he led you towards the door. 

“Everyone’s here, a little scattered around but I’m sure you’ll get a chance to see everyone afterwards,” Bucky pushed the large doors as he spoke, the grip on your hand moving to lay on your back as he pushed you into the room. Cameras instantly begun to flash in your face, Tony’s influence already attracting the attention of the press as they yelled questions at you and demanded answers, “Everything will be answered shortly,” Bucky nodded at each individual absently, leading you through the crowd towards the selection of seating occupied by a number of Avengers. 

Wanda instantly vacated her seat and jogged to you, as much as her heels could allow, pulling you into a comforting embrace as she effectively stole you from Bucky, “You’ve got this Y/N,” she pulled back to grip your shoulders, squeezing as her bright eyes shone towards you, “Bring them down.” 

“Thank you, Wanda,” you smiled, turning to the rest of the group you watched as each member gave their own affirmations, the love you felt almost overpowering as you smiled and nodded tearfully at each Avenger- exchanging hugs and touches as each person moved to reassure you. As always, Bucky remained an ever-present figure within your peripheral- standing to the side and allowing you your moment as you made your way through each Avenger. 

Eventually, once the tears and the laughter had sufficed, you turned to Bucky. 

“Good luck,” He smiled, his eyes glazed over and gaze piercing in that way it always was as he stared down at you- a hand moving to brush the hair from your forehead and the tear tracks from your cheeks as he gave his final blessing. With one final nod, you turned- climbing the steps towards the raised platform as you took in the sheer amount of people present within the room. Not only had the entire Avengers team arrived, but the majority of Stark’s Enterprise itself had too, alongside a swarm of reporters each carrying their own equipment and abrasive opinions. Sophia sat in the very front and centre- her gaze severe as she glared up at you, awaiting her own demise and preparing an escape as a bag lay secured and ready to grab beside her chair. You could only nod at her, maturity remaining the bargaining factor as you reached the microphone, cleared your throat and arranged the papers before you. 

Bucky smiled up at you, an encouraging nod all you needed to begin. 

“I’d like to begin by thanking you all for coming today. I would like to recognise that this conference may be detrimental to many though it is necessary. Necessary for the so-called progression of the Avengers that you all vouch for, yet fail to accomplish,” taking a moment to pause, you surveyed the crowd- each member stunned into awaiting silence as they stared up at you, your next move a vital one, “During my experience within the Avengers- my accomplishments have been diminished to nothing but monetary value and publicity. I didn’t join the Avengers to be moulded into this, this object that you can flaunt at my expense. These feelings came to ahead when I was recently involved in a PR public relationship,” a sudden entourage of camera flashes begun, this is what they had been waiting for, “My relationship with John Walker was entirely organised by the Avengers’ Public Representations Department- my role as an idol to many young people was reduced to the latest on the front page of hundreds of tabloids.”

You turned then, a projector lowering behind you as you grabbed its remote, “I would like to present you with evidence of falsified documents within this department- majorly regarding my own real relationship with,” you paused, turning your gaze to Bucky, he nodded, “fellow Avenger, James Barnes.” 

Gasps could be heard throughout the room as an uproar instantly began at the sound of Bucky’s names- questions, shouts or simply looks of shock were directed your way as you stared stone-faced into the crowd. To the side, Bucky was grinning- head-bowed and chuckling as the Avengers surrounding him held their own grins. Finally.

As the uproar died down at your own lack of response, you clicked the button on your remote- displaying a picture of the document Bucky had been forced to sign with a side-by-side comparison of the one you had signed. Refusal stilled you, refusal to look back and see the contract that had almost destroyed your relationship- tied chains around the sincere love you felt and locked you in place, on display to the ever watchful eyes of the public.  

Instead, you continued to watch the audience- see their own individual reactions as the lives of those around them came crashing down. Your eyes turned to Sophia then, still seated and cross-legged in front and centre. You expected her eyes to be shining, regret spoiling her features as she would attempt to make an escape from the room, bag clutched and unruly hair flying as she would flee. 

Her face held a different tune. 

She was grinning, her pearly-teeth shining as her eyes flickered between you and the screen- her cheeks twitched as if she was holding in a laugh. Her reaction led you to turn to other members of the crowd, who’s faces sung a distinctly different chord.

Horror. 

They looked horrified. 

Tony stood then, his chair flying backwards as he barked orders to Friday, “Turn this off, stop the broadcast Friday. Who the hell did this? Get whoever did this out of my system!”

“What-” you mumbled to yourself, gripping the stand before you as you turned, confused as to how pictures of a contract had caused such a spectacle. 

The pictures of the contract you had edited together and annotated were not displayed upon the screen. Instead, it was a video. You breath sped as you saw what you were watching, your own horror poisoning the breaths in your throat and weakening your knees. Front and centre, the focal point of the video was you. 

You from six months ago in Monaco. It was a video of you hanging from the wall; body binded with chains as your face was covered in blood and dark bruises prominent on every inch of your skin. The blood that had clouded your vision could be seen from an outsider's perspective here- oozing from a gash on your forehead and filling your eyes, painting your eyelids red and glueing them together. 

Struggling to breathe, you couldn’t tear your eyes away- you could only watch as your breaths hitched, the fight kicked out of you as you simply hung there. The men that had beaten you were not present in the video, though it was very obviously almost-immediately after one had taken place, your wounds were fresh, too fresh. 

“Y/N? Y/N, you need to look away from that for me, okay?” A voice sounded behind you, pleading  in its timbre, familiar and comforting as a hand attempted to turn your face, “We’re doing everything we can to get it off, Steve and the team are getting everyone out but I need you to look-” before the voice could continue its begging, a ear-piercing eruption sounded throughout the room. The walls of the conference room and the projector itself bowing inwards- the heat scouring your skin as the voice from before pushed you down and shielded you with their form. 

You could only look at the figure, who turned out to be Bucky, in shock as he knelt over you; the ringing in your ears violent as he pulled you up, yelling at you to run and dragging you from the room. The rush of open wind pulled you from the depths as you entered the adjacent hallway, the side of the building entirely open due to the explosion- “What is going on?” You cried, gripping Bucky’s hand as the two of you rushed to the nearby stairwell. 

“I think they’re back Doll,” Bucky turned to you as you entered the safety of the stairway, “We need to get as far away from here as possible- if that video tells us anything, they are back for you.” 

“Sophia,” you whispered, your eyes wide as you reached a conclusion, gripping Bucky’s arm as you pulled to a stop, “Oh my god, Buck, Sophia!”

“No, Y/N, we can’t go back-”

“No, no. The informant, Buck. The person that warned Hydra, it was her,” your brain sped erratically, remembering the grin she had given you as the video had begun to play, the threats to your life, “She warned Hydra, we have to stop her.”

Bucky opened his mouth, a reply forming- but before he could speak, a jolt of electricity passed through your fingers as the volt was directed into his back. You could only watch as the man you loved collapsed before you, “Well, aren’t you smart,” Sophia’s voice grated from behind him, her heels clicking as she continued towards you, “I told you that you would regret trying to ruin my life, so here we are.”

You spared her the honour of a reply, instead opting to jump at her, kicking the baton from her hands and pinning her to the ground, “You are finished, Sophia.” 

“No, she’ll be just fine,” another voice piped up from lower down the stairway, that same gruff voice from Monaco. He was here, “You could join her, Y/N. Live under my care and provide me with a bit of intel every now and then- you would be ridiculous to reject such an offer.”

“Well then I guess I am,” You spat, within a split second you had raised yourself from your crouched position, effectively lifting Sophia by the shoulders and slamming her head into the ground, knocking her out cold. The man was visibly displeased with your decision as evidenced by his change in stance as he instantly stormed up the stairs towards you, hoisting himself over the railings and engaging you in combat. You had trained for this, the long, winding months of your recovery were fuelled by the focus of sparring in the gym. You fought back swiftly, your movements precise as you delivered a kick to his gut and a clip across his jaw in quick succession. 

“Someone’s been working on their fighting,” He mused, using the distraction of your reply as a chance to grab you by the hair, spinning you in place and pinning you against the wall, “But you’ll still be the little rabbit I saw in that basement. 

“Go to hell,” You snapped, jabbing an elbow backwards and using your other hand to unholster the gun from beneath your shirt. Reversing the roles between you two, you watched as he cowered against the bannister, visibly unprepared for you to have hidden a gun within your formal outfit; not suitable for combat whatsoever. You faltered, considering simply handing him over to the police- instilling justice in its traditional form. 

But then you thought about the root of the operation, the torture that you and Bucky faced at the hands of Hydra- at the disgusting men that resided within the walls of those hydra bases. You instantly delivered a shot to his head, the bullet pinging against the metal of the stairway behind him as it tore clean through his skull. 

Wasting no time, you rushed over to Bucky’s pliant figure, sprawled on the ground as his body hitched with electricity every handful of moments, though he seemed to be coming back to consciousness; the speed of his super soldier healing and the bang of the gun pulling him back to consciousness, “Bucky, Buck. I need you to wake up.” You shook him, cradling the back of his head in your palm as you awaited a response. Sophia lay, similarly knocked out behind you, her mouth slack and blood leaking from her ears as she lay there. She would face the traditional methods of justice- handed over to the authorities for her attacks and barred from society for her infiltration. 

A groan sounding below you pulled your eyesight back to Bucky, stroking the sides of his face as he opened his eyes groggily- squinting in the light of the stairway, “Your face, Doll.” he mumbled; making you aware of the blood dripping from your potentially broken nose and the swelling of your eyes.

“You should see the other guy,” you laughed, gesturing to the bodies behind you, “Literally.”

“Shit, Doll.” Bucky swore, rubbing at his side as he hoisted himself upwards into a seated position, “We need to get out of here.”

“Wait, we need-” sighing, you closed your eyes briefly, gesturing to Sophia behind you, “We need to get her out of here; hand her over to the authorities the right way. She needs to be interrogated, find out what she know.” 

Bucky nodded, his face grim as he pulled himself to stand, with the support of your arm, aiding you in lifting Sophia up and limping together as you carried her from the scene- the beams of the destroyed hallway creaking with each step- the building beginning to fall apart above you. 

Once the situation was explained, with Sophia and a handful of armed men being escorted from the scene into an entourage of police vans. Bucky returned to your side, wrapping an arm around you, pulling you into a kiss and gripping at your sides, careful in avoiding your sore spots. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay Doll,” he nodded sincerely, his eyebrows scrunched as he stared down at you, “I was so scared I was gonna wake up to you gone again.” 

Shaking your head, you pulled Bucky into another kiss- threading your fingers through his hair and caressing the base of his scalp, “You aren’t getting rid of me that easily.”

As you embraced, you turned to watch the scene before you- firetrucks extinguished the fires erupting from the explosion; hoards of employees stood aimlessly, simply staring up at their place of work, now diminished to ruins and rubble. Steve and Natasha were helping injured civilians find help whilst others kept the crowds away from the damage. Most amusingly, Tony stood only a few feet away from you and Bucky, simply staring up at the building; hands on hips and lost in thought. 

“Buck, we’re gonna have a shit-ton of paperwork to fill out.” 

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AMERICA’S NEW FAVOURITE COUPLE

Shocking events have arose at the recent Avenger’s conference as Y/N L/N revealed that her relationship with John Walker was indeed fake and instead she is in a long-term relationship with fellow Avenger, James Barnes. Our reporters watched in shock as Y/N revealed this- though, me personally? I knew it all along! Count me as your most trusted source in celebrity love lives- I’ve never been wrong!

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