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'for colored girls who have considered suicide / when the rainbow is enuf' by Ntozake Shange, «Playbill», The American Place Theatre, New York, NY, 2000

With: Jackée Harry, Carole-Jean Lewis, Eleanor McCoy, Lizan Mitchell, Novella Nelson, J. Iesha Prime, and Katherine J. Smith

Direction and Choreography: George Faison

Opening date: June 11, 2000 Closing date: August 20, 2000

#graphic design #art #theatre #theater #play #brochure #cover #ntozake shange #jackée harry #carole jean lewis #eleanor mccoy #lizan mitchell #novella nelson #j. iesha prime #katherine j. smith #george faison #playbill #american place theatre #2000s

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Against All Odds

Part 135

McCoy

McCoy left the library not long after Scotty. He returned to his room to brush his teeth and make sure he looked nice when all the families showed up. He knew the importance of good impressions even if he himself did not always make one. With one last look in the mirror he left the room.

In the student lounge there were very few students. Christine was one of them though and McCoy sat down next to her.

“I’ve never asked Chris, what do your parents know about us?”

A few other tabloid articles had been published about the prince and his blonde beauty. It couldn’t be helped when they went to town as a group to the movies or for ice cream.

“They know we’re friends,” Christine smiled at him. “Though I think they wish we were more.” She rolled her eyes and looked annoyed. “What about your parents?”

“Same. They don’t put any stock in tabloid rumors. They understand.”

“Are you going to tell them about you and Scotty? Or have you already?”

McCoy shifted on the couch. He knew his parents would support him in who he was, but he worried they may just see it as a teenage romance and nothing more. And it wasn’t. He and Scotty were connected and had been since they first met.

“I haven’t told them yet. But when it’s right today I will.”

Christine nodded and squeezed his arm. They sat quietly talking for a while before a teacher came in and said families were beginning to arrive. Together they made their way to the front of the school.

“Christine!” a woman’s voice called.

McCoy and Christine both turned to look.

“Mine are here,” Christine said. “Wanna meet them?”

“Of course.” McCoy followed Christine to her parents.

Both doctors hugged their daughter, then Christine turned to introduce McCoy.

“A pleasure your highness,” said Christine’s dad as he shook McCoy’s hand.

“Just Leonard,” McCoy smiled, and turned to greet Christine’s mom.

He stood talking with the Chapels for a few moments before a buzz went through the families.

“If you’ll excuse me,” McCoy said politely. He had glanced over to see his parents and Spock’s arriving.

“Hello Mother,” he said as he reached them.

The Queen pulled him close and hugged him.

“Leonard, you look wonderful,” she said. “Oh I’ve missed you!”

“Leonard, I hear you’re doing well,” said his father when his mother released him. King David hugged him as well.

“Hey Lenny,” Leah said. She gave him a hug as he rolled his eyes. “Well,” she continued, “where is he?”

“Where is who?” Queen Eleanor asked.

McCoy felt his face heat as he glared at his sister.

“One of Lenny’s friends. I’ve met some of them when we talk.”

“Hello Christopher,” the king said as the headmaster walked up.

“Your majesty.”

Between his parents, listening to the school band, McCoy only had eyes for Scotty. He played excellently and McCoy was proud of him. He couldn’t wait to introduce his boyfriend to his parents and to meet Scotty’s mom and grandfather.

When the performance was over the families and students began to mingle again, but McCoy led his family towards Scotty.

“There’s someone I want you to meet,” he told his mother and father.

“Oh?” the queen said.

“Someone important to me,” McCoy managed to say.

He slowed as he saw Scotty embracing a woman and then turning to embrace an older man. Leah had no qualms about slowing down once she saw who they were headed towards.

“Hello Robbie.”

The younger Scotsman looked and instantly went red in the face.

“Oh lord… y-yer highnesses.” Mrs. Scott’s eyes had gone wide in surprise.

“Mother, Father, this is Scotty.”

McCoy stepped close to Scotty and willed courage to him.

“Hello Scotty,” King David said and held out his hand.

Scotty turned only a little red as he greeted McCoy’s parents, before turning to introduce his own mother.

Mrs. Scott was still mumbling in surprised Gaelic with her wide eyes.

“Yer highnesses,” she said, as she glanced at herself. “I didnae know we’d be meeting ye.” She turned a reprimanding eye at her sons.

“Oh please,” the queen said, “David and Eleanor will do just fine for us.”

Part 136

Scotty

Scotty blinked in surprise at the king and queen. They were so nice. They even wanted to be called by their names. Just like a certain someone.

Scotty looked over at Leonard who was shaking his mother’s hand at the moment before pressing a kiss onto the top.

“It is such a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Scott.”

Scotty’s mother looked like this was all a dream to her. She was talking to the crown family! It couldn’t be happening for real! But it seemed easier for her to talk to a teenager like Leonard.

“No, no, no. No lad or lass calls me Mrs. Scott. It’s just Francine.”

Leonard smiled and nodded.

“Alright… Francine.”

Scotty smiled at the sight but was soon interrupted by a voice.

“You did a magnificent job onstage Scotty.”

He turned his head to see Queen Eleanor beside him.

“T-thank ye very much.”

It was too hard to get the name ‘Eleanor’ over his lips, so he didn’t use a title or name at all. The queen didn’t seem to mind.

“Do you think you can teach our dear son how to play an instrument? He always had his problem with music.”

“Mother,” Leonard groaned.

Scotty could see that Leonard didn’t intend to learn an instrument.

“With all due respect, yer highness, but I dinnae think that Leonard would enjoy it. He has so many other talents. I dinnae think it is necessary for him to learn something he finds no joy in.”

Leonard looked kinda relieved at hearing Scotty’s reply. He probably had thought that Scotty would say something else because it was the queen he was talking to. But the Scotsman had to be honest.

“If you say so Scotty, then I believe you. It is really a pity that my son does not want to learn it.”

“But he is a great swimmer! He even taught me how to swim.”

And Scotty was getting better and better.

“He did?”

His mother’s surprised voice caused him to turn around.

“Aye, mum.”

“Oh thank ye Leonard. It is so important, but I always failed to get him into it. He was just so stubborn.”

Leonard gave Francine a gentle smile.

“I enjoyed teaching him. I would always do it again.”

“Mother? Father?”

They all looked over at Leah who had apparently talked to Robbie most of the time.

“May I leave for Robbie to show me the school ground?”

Eleanor and David exchanged a glance before the king nodded.

“Of course Leah.”

“Thank you Father.”

Leah bowed down slightly before she headed off with Robbie, their arms linked.

Oh my, she was actually doing this, huh?

Scotty glanced at Leonard who just shook his head, grinning.

“Did you see anyone else with their parents?” Leonard asked quietly and Scotty looked around.

He pointed at Hikaru and Pavel whose parents were chatting at the moment. Then he nodded at Nyota who was sitting with her mother. Scotty quickly explained who they were and what they were doing.

“And that’s Jim’s mother. And… his uncle.”

Scotty nodded at two figures walking over to headmaster Pike. Scotty didn’t like Frank. He always looked so unfriendly. But he was part of Jim’s family.

“What about them?”

Scotty followed Leonard’s eyes and sighed.

The Augments. It wasn’t the nicest festivity for them. And Scotty couldn’t help but pity them.

“Oh they… they don’t have any parents. The Augments’ DNA and themselves were created in a lab.”

Leonard looked horrified for a moment.

“The scientists are rich and pay their bills but other than that… they are no parents.”

“That’s sad.”

Scotty nodded.

“Aye, it is.”

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #against all odds #francine scott #david mccoy #eleanor mccoy #we kinda changed the augments’ backstory

[badlydrawndrawnings]

Jack McCoy Canonically Listens to the Beatles, at least during Season 12

Jack, in his office: hums 'Eleanor Rigby'

Jack, now walking past everyone in the DA office to the elevator: ~Dog in a trenchcoat~

Jack: ~Getting promoted at work but then sheds his disguise~

Jack: ~Canine surprise~

Jack, entering the elevator: Have a good night, everyone.

#law and order #jack mccoy #incorrect quotes #inspired by that one tweet #'to the tune of eleanor rigby' #anyway in s12 ep15 serena digs up info on jack #from this company that help lead to someone's death #serena reveals jack listens to the beatles and fusion jazz and the clash #remembered this today upon reading that tweet and thus this was created

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Two Fourth Doctor Companions Return for Audio Adventures with the Seventh Doctor

Two Fourth Doctor Companions Return for Audio Adventures with the Seventh #DoctorWho @bigfinish

Two former Fourth Doctor companions, and members of UNIT, will reunite with the Doctor later this year — but not the incarnation they know! Christopher Naylor and Eleanor Crooks will reprise their respective roles of Harry Sullivan and Naomi Cross, joining the Seventh Doctor, as played by Sylvester McCoy. Plus, they’ll be up against the Daleks as well as some murderous elves… The Seventh…

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#Bethany Weimers #Big Finish #Christopher Naylor #Eleanor Crooks #Fourth Doctor #Harry Sullivan #Ian Marter #John Dorney #Lisa McMullin #Naomi Cross #Seventh Doctor #Sullivan and Cross: AWOL #Sylvester McCoy #The Seventh Doctor Adventures #Tom Baker #UNIT

[soberscientistlife]

The Real McCoy

Elijah J. McCoy was born on May 2, 1844, in Colchester, Ontario, Canada, to George and Mildred McCoy.

—They were fugitive slaves who had escaped from Kentucky to Canada via the Underground Railroad. In 1847, the large family returned to the US, settling in Ypsilanti, Michigan.

—Beginning at a young age, Elijah showed a strong interest in mechanics. His parents arranged for him to travel to Scotland at the age of 15 for an apprenticeship in mechanical engineering. He returned home to Michigan after becoming certified as a mechanical engineer.

—Despite his qualifications, he was unable to find work as an engineer in the U.S due to racial barriers;

—He accepted a position as a fireman and oiler for the Michigan Central Railroad. It was in this line of work that he developed his first major inventions. After studying the inefficiencies inherent in the existing system of oiling axles, he invented a lubricating cup that distributed oil evenly over the engine's moving parts. He obtained a patent for this invention, which allowed trains to run continuously for long periods of time without pausing for maintenance.

—McCoy continued to refine his devices, receiving nearly 60 patents over the course of his life. While the majority of his inventions related to lubrication systems, he also developed designs for an ironing board, a lawn sprinkler, and other machines.

—Although McCoy's achievements were recognized in his own time, his name did not appear on the majority of the products that he devised.

—Lacking the capital with which to manufacture his lubricators in large numbers, he typically assigned his patent rights to his employers or sold them to investors. In 1920, toward the end of his life, McCoy formed the Elijah McCoy Manufacturing Company to produce lubricators bearing his name.

—McCoy married Ann Elizabeth Stewart in 1868. She died four years after their marriage. In 1873, McCoy married Mary Eleanor Delaney. In 1922, the McCoys were involved in an automobile accident. Mary died, while Elijah sustained critical injuries from which he never fully recovered.

#black history month

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"The New Voyages" review

This one is actually a collection of short stories by fan authors, which makes the stories seem more like episodes of the series. It has also the distinct honor of being introduced by Roddenberry and most members of the cast. The stories are generally well-written and in character.

Some spoilers ahead:

Ni Var (by Claire Gabriel; intro by Nimoy) takes the plot of "The Enemy Within", but applied to Spock and the division between his Vulcan rational part, and his human emotional part. Besides the fact that I'm not sure such division works at that biological level, the two Spocks aren't all that different really. And it's not a very novel concept, specially right after a similar plot in previous book "Spock must die". But bonus points for Kirk giving the middle finger to his own reflection.

Intersection Point (by Juanita Coulson; intro by Doohan) is one of the best stories. The Enterprise is seriously crippled while navigating through an anomaly cloud, which is quickly contracting and threatens to crush the entire ship. Anyone who enters the cloud to retrieve a crucial component of the ship, is mentally destroyed by its eldritch qualities. Great tension and difficult choices.

The Enchanted Pool (by Marcia Ericson; intro by Nichols) is an attempt to write a fairy tale with Spock thrown in the middle for good measure. A bit of purple prose, and doesn't quite work. The resolution of the mistery is ingenous, even when convoluted.

Visit to a Weird Planet Revisited (by Ruth Berman; intro by Barrett) is actually the other half of a fanfic (Visit to a Weird Planet, not published here) where Kirk, Spock and Bones end up in the real world, right in the studio where they're filming Star Trek. Here instead, we follow the actors, who appear in the Enterprise and have to improvise to avert a danger. The other story was more fun, since Kirk and co. are more clumsy and hilarious in our world (being even "attacked" by fans), while the actors are just slightly less competent than their counterparts.

The Face on the Barroom Floor (by Eleanor Arnason and Ruth Berman; intro by Takei) is a really fun story. Kirk gets into a fight in a bar while in shore leave, is detained, teams up with a ratty thief, and crashes a party, while his crew search for him frantically. In the line of TOS best comedy-adventure episodes.

The Hunting (by Doris Beetem; intro by the editors) is a bit "meh". Spock goes into a Vulcan ritual which requires to mind-meld with a wild beast, and McCoy accompanies him. When Spock goes wild in the process, the good doctor has to hunt him and give him back his sanity. There could have been a more homoerotic fight between them, as in "Amok Time".

The Winged Dreamers (by Jennifer Guttridge; intro by Kelley) is another high point. The Enterprise crew falls under the influence of some creatures that make their fantasies seem real. So real that people can actually die if imagining the wrong thing. Spock is less affected, but slowly begins to hallucinate too, and the triumvirate fall into paranoia as neither they (nor the reader) can tell what's real and what's not anymore.

Mind-Sifter (by Shirley Maiewski; intro by Shatner) drags a bit at the beginning, when Kirk wakes up in a sanatory, his mind almost destroyed. It gets more interesting once Spock and McCoy start a quest to search for him. Great interactions between these two, reminiscent of "The Tholian Web".

After the eight stories there's still a little poem about Spock and Leila.

Spirk Meter: 10/10*. Not all stories are equally slashy, but the parts which do, are slashy in spades.

Ni Var has Kirk worrying about Spock all the time, and "human Spock" wondering if what he feels for the Captain is friendship... or love (something which happens too in one of Roddenberry's story concepts for a movie, around this time).

Intersection Point has a clear parallel between the anguish of a female crewmember, after a man (obviously her boyfriend) loses his mind in the anomaly, and Kirk agonizing once Spock has to enter the same anomaly.

The Enchanted Pool, where Spock refuses to kiss a beautiful female time and time again. Even when the woman assures him it's the only way to break a spell and escape. Even when Spock is doing far more dangerous things ALL THE TIME to solve problems. Of course, he considers the kiss a total waste of time once it doesn't work.

The Face on the Barroom Floor: Kirk is invited to a bar by McCoy and Sulu, who have found three women to pass the time, one for each. What does Kirk do? He gets out the bar two seconds later, puts on a samurai costume, and goes instead to a bar full of muscular, rowdy men, to get thrashed by them. Of course.

The Winged Dreamers has Spock wishing to stay on a planet with Kirk, just the two of them, for ever and ever. McCoy totally gets what's going on.

And I thought that Mind-Sifter would be about the love between a (quite unproffesional) nurse, and her mentally unstable patient, Kirk. But oh man, where do I even begin!? For starters, we have Kirk using his mind link with Spock to cry for help, across the galaxy and several centuries. And later he's concerned about how much can Spock read into his mind. Then we have McCoy informing the nurse that no, Kirk can't stay with her, because his love is his career and his... (trails off, having said too much). Gallant Spock carries an unconscious Kirk in his arms, and tells the nurse that, no matter how much she loves him, Kirk DOES NOT love her back (bitch!). If that wasn't enough, there's a lenghty conversation at the end, where Kirk almost melts in love and appreciation for Spock, and the Vulcan blushes at his own emotional display.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

#star trek tos #star trek #k/s #spirk #star trek novels #novel review

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Sanaa Lathan and her mom, Eleanor McCoy

[lovelybishop]

Character/Fandom List

(Updated February 5th, 2023)

*I DO NOT WRITE FOR CELEBRITIES.

*Strikethrough means currently not accepting requests for said character/fandom

*If you see a character that is not listed, please ask! I’m sure I write for that character, I just forgot to put it on this very long list!

*If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!

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DC Extended Universe

Suicide Squad (2016) / The Suicide Squad (2021)

Abner Krill/Polka-Dot Man, Christopher Smith/Peacemaker, Cleo Cazo/Ratcatcher 2, Floyd Lawton/Deadshot, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Rick Flag, Robert Dubois/Bloodsport

Birds Of Prey

Dinah Lance/Black Canary, Harleen Quinzel/Harley Quinn, Helena Bertinelli/The Huntress, Roman Sionis/Black Mask

Fear Street Trilogy

Cindy Berman, Deena Johnson, Heather Watkins. Christine “Ziggy” Berman*,Kate Schmidt, Nick Goode*, Ruby Lane, Samantha Fraser, Simon, Tommy Slater

*Please specify which actor

The Last of Us (HBO)

Joel Miller, Tess Servopoulos

The Good Place

Chidi Anagonye, Eleanor Shellstrop, Janet, Jason Mendoza, Michael, Tahani Al-Jamil

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Movies

Ajak, Alexei/The Red Gurdian, America Chavez, Bruce Banner/The Hulk, Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel, Christine Palmer, Clint Barton/Hawkeye, Darcy Lewis, Doctor Stange Variants, Drax the Destroyer, Druig, Gamora, Gilgamesh, Hela, Hope van Dyne/The Wasp, Ikaris, James “Bucky” Barnes/The Winter Soldier, James “Rhodey” Rhodes/War Machine, Jane Foster, Jimmy Woo, Katy, Kingo, Lady Sif, Loki, Makkari, Mantis, Maria Hill, May Parker, Melina, Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow, Nebula, Nick Fury, Peggy Carter, Peter Parker Variants, Peter Parker/Spider-Man, Peter Quill/Star-Lord, Phastos, Phil Coulson, Pietro Maximoff/Quicksilver, Sam Wilson/The Falcon/Captain America, Scott Lang/Ant-Man, Sersi, Shang-Chi, Sharon Carter, Sprite, Stephen Strange/Doctor Strange, Steve Rogers/Captain America, Thena, Thor, Tony Stark/Iron Man, T’Challa/Black Panther, Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Valkyrie, Virginia “Pepper” Potts, Vision, Wanda Maximoff Variants, Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch, Wong, Xialing, Yelena Belova

Disney+ Series

*This list is for characters who have not appeared in any movie (with the exception of Captain Carter.)

Agatha Harkness, Bruno Carrelli, Jennifer Walters/She-Hulk, Joaquin Torres, Kamala Khan/Ms. Marvel, Kate Bishop/Hawkeye, Layla El-Faouly/Scarlet Scarab, Madisynn King, Mallory Book, Marc Spector, Mary MacPherran/Titania, Matt Murdock/Daredevil, Maya Lopez, Mobius, Monica Rambeau, Nikki Ramos, Peggy Carter/Captain Carter, Ralph Bogner/”Pietro” Maximoff, Star-Lord T’Challa, Steve Grant, Strange Supreme, Sylvie, Taweret

Agents Of Sheild Series

Melinda May, Grant Ward, Daisy “Skye” Johnson/Quake, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Lance Hunter, Bobbi Morse, Alphonso “Mack” Mackenzie, Lincoln Campbell, Elena “Yo-Yo” Rodriguez, Deke Shaw

Netflix Series

*I plan on watching all Marvel Netflix Series. Though Because Matt Murdok was in No Way Home and She-Hulk, I still will write for him.

Spider-Verses

The Amazing Spider-Man

Gwen Stacy, Peter Parker/Spider-Man

Into the Spider-Verse

Gwen Stacy/Spider-Woman, Miles Morales/Spider-Man, Olivia Octavius/Doctor Octopus, Peter B. Parker/Spider-Man

X-Men

Alex Summers/Havok, Bobby Drake/Iceman, Charles Xavier/Professor X*,Ellie Phimister/Negasonic Teenage Warhead, Erik Legnsherr/Magneto*,Hank McCoy/Beast*,James “Logan” Howlett/Wolverine, Jean Grey/Dark Phoenix*,Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler*,Marie D’Ancanto/Rogue, Nathan Sumers/Cable, Neena Thurman/Domino, Ororo Monroe/Storm*,Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver, Psylocke*,Raven Darkholme/Mystique*,Scott Summers/Cyclops*,Wade Wilson/Deadpool, Warren Worthington III/Angel*

*Please specify which actor.

Free Guy

Guy, Millie Ruck, Walter “Keys” McKey

The Office

Jim Halpert, Pam Beesly

Wednesday

Ajax Petropolus, Biance Barclay, Enid Sinclair, Gomez Addams*,Larissa Weems, Marilyn Thornhill/Laurel Gates. Morticia Addams*,Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams, Xavier Thorpe, Yoko Tanaka

*Please specify which actor.

Star Wars

Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader, Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, Bix Caleen, Bo-Katan Kryze, Boba Fett, Captain Phasma, Cassian Andor, Cobb Wanth, Din Djarin/The Mandalorian, Fennec Shand, Finn, General Hux, Han Solo, Jyn Erso, Lando Calrissian, Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Padme Amidala, Poe Dameron, Princess/General Leia Organa, Qi’ra, Reva Sevander/Third Sister, Rey, Rose Tico, Zorii Bliss

Stranger Things

Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson, Eleven Hopper, Jim Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Joyce Byers, Lucas Sinclair, Max Mayfield, Michael Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, Will Byers

*I do not write for Billy Hargrove

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[voxxgrimly]

The Impression That I Get (Ch. 1)

CHAPTER 1

One Headlight

Monday, November 21st, 2005 (10:30 AM)

“Come up for Christmas, Henry.”

Calloused fingers pinched the bridge of his nose— dislodging his rectangular glasses. Eyes closed, he leaned back; broad shoulders met the backrest of his leather office chair with a dull ‘poff’. “Were wishes fishes, Charles.” The baritone of Henry McCoy, Secretary of Mutant Affairs, rumbled over a shiny cellphone set to speaker. “With the encroachment of Registration perceptually looming in the senate…?” The large, blue mutant huffed a rueful breath and set his lips into a firm line before deigning to speaking again. “I would prefer the Bahamas. Perchance Cuba?”

That was just being cruel.

“I apologize, Charles.” Hank groaned, then leaned forward onto his cherry wood desk elbows first.

His old friend’s voice hummed over the speaker; cultivated and longanimous– patient. Sometimes Hank envied him his wisdom; his telepathic cosmos. And then he reminded himself that his anxiety would never stand for it.

“The students would be elated to see you, Hank. Your colleagues too. I would be.”

Damn the man for knowing every emotional string to towboat straight into his own favour. Hank tossed up a clawed hand. Charles couldn’t see it, he knew, but he assumed that his tone reflected his emotional state adequately regardless. “Fine! As you like it! Officious, antiquated–” Nearly at a loss for words, he audibly snapped his fangs shut. A growl bullied its way up from his barrel chest.

“Now, now. Don’t be like that, Henry.” He could hear the laughter in the professor’s voice; almost see the way his eyes sparkled. “When can we expect your arrival?”

“Don’t assume you’ve won just yet! It won’t be conceivable for me to exonerate myself from my obligations for at least a week. My secretary, Eleanor, would taxidermy me. She’s already threatening to convert my pelt into a rug.” Hank digressed swiftly; “Next Saturday at the earliest. Does this convenience you, Professor Xavier? Oh, dear friend of mine?”

“Very!” Now Charles’s giddiness was just presumptuous and, frankly, a little comical. Hank found the corners of his own mouth turned up with poorly disguised mirth.

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Tuesday, November 29th, 2005 (12:30 PM)

New York was frigid. The streets were slick with snow and while the impending holiday yielded twinkling lights and all manner of decorations, Hank could confidently confirm that the sidewalks were desolate for a city that normally bustled— veritably bursting at the seams with pedestrians. No one wanted to be out in that weather and he couldn’t blame them. He would have been content to count himself among those bundled up inside save for one important and unavoidable fact: He had procrastinated on his Christmas shopping.

The task was nearly completed, and with his stomach ‘singing the song of its people’, Henry pulled his SUV over to the curb the moment his blue eyes alighted upon a whimsical cafe. It was nestled in the middle of a line of quaint shops. They were the kind that had brick facings and bowed display windows with canopy awnings; delicate in details, strong in turn-of-the-century design.

He turned off the vehicle and immediately nudged up the sleeve of his coat. One claw pressed a subtle button on the side of his wristwatch and in the rearview mirror, Hank watched his visage blip, then shimmer.

The image inducer remained a bizarre exercise in nostalgia no matter how many times he engaged it; a reminder of how much he had changed. Despite the lack of boyish charm and the tell-tale signs of crow’s feet and smile lines, the shift from cerulean to brown (these days with a few smattered streaks of grey), never ceased to tug his heart strings.

Hank smoothed a hand over his chin strap beard and resolutely refused to look at himself on any reflective surface. Only rumination and self-depreciation would be his rewards for that. He was used to the blue– he was! While the image inducer was a necessity to not be mobbed in public, a trip down memory lane was decidedly not.

A book and his tablet tucked securely under one brawny arm, Hank nudged open the door to the cafe and was rewarded with warm lighting and a wave of homey aromas that wafted to him from across the room. His lashes danced and a sharp inhale revealed the smooth flavour of coffee and a tantalizing sweetness: Desserts. Cookies, cakes… oh, he had chosen perfection.

‘Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.’ A helpful literary recollection– Jean Anthelme Brillat-Savarin could describe the most mundane with a mouthwatering enthusiasm. Particularly apt considering his position.

He needed to pull himself together.

Fishing glasses from the inner pocket of his coat, Henry perched them on his strong nose, stepped into the line for the counter and brought his touchscreen up to review that shopping list.

Ororo was certainly done and Charles too he could cross off. Scott was nearly complete. Then there was Logan; an infuriating man but a friend nonetheless. Something cheap and alcoholic? He seemed like the type.

Hank winced. No, that would not do! Cigars, then. Surely that imbecile could appreciate a Perdomo, and hopefully enough to get them through the encroaching season without trying to gouge out each other’s trachea.

Ruminating the perils of two ferals encroaching on unwillingly shared territory, Hank felt his hackles rise beneath the illusion of his image inducer when a short, soft, nigh fragile form jostled into his back.

He hadn’t heard a thing until the thump of books, a gasp and: “I’m so sorry!”

Whirling in a sharp turn, Hank darted down onto one knee without thought and forgoing so much as a glance; hands offering assistance. “Water under the bridge, my dear.” Then eyes finally canted over his glasses and the mutant-in-disguise was struck by the fact that this woman was stunning.

And so he paused.

Henry was about to add two more hefty textbooks to the load already wrapped in the girl’s arms when he paused– pity making him suck in his lower lip. “Let… me take these to a table for you.”

The girl gathered dark curls behind one ear and her hazel eyes flitted around the cafe. “Oh, no. I couldn’t–!”

“Then it’s fortuitous that I’m insisting!” Both heavy eyebrows ascended. Hank smiled, rising to his feet with a grunt; his chin soon nudged in the direction of an empty table by the window. “Sufficient?” “More than.” The woman’s shoulders dropped in relief. “I can’t thank you enough– and I’m the one that ran into you!”

Waving a hand, the burly man implied that, again, it was hardly a misdemeanor. In fact his eyes seemed far more preoccupied with the subject of the books temporarily in his retinue. “Journalism major?”

Seating herself, the woman indicated the chair across from her. It was out of politeness, he knew, but Hank took it gladly– casting his wool coat over the back while she offered a response. “Trying. Final year.”

A hum of sympathy offered; “Specialization…? If you don’t object to my curiosity.”

“Editorial. I know, I know– I’m a glutton for punishment!” Both of her hands gestured, and she crashed back into her chair– slumped inelegantly.

Hank hid a smile behind fingers that rubbed over the lower half of his face. “I’ve surmised from colleagues in the field that the workflow demand only increases after completion of your B.J.” He was teasing, naturally– eyes crinkled and shoulders in the telltale, silent motion of mirth. “Which makes it obvious why you bowled me over– caffeine necessitated a complete lack of etiquette!.”

“Oh– so you’re a comedian! Right, yeah– funny!” The woman huffed, if not impolitely. She seemed to enjoy the banter. “I thought that was– what did you call it? Water under the bridge?” One finger twisted a curl of her impeccable hair

Hank, despite having just been challenged, found the motion far too distracting. She truly was exquisite. Thankfully his stomach growled– sudden, loud and insistent. It was enough to pop him out of his staring with a few blinks and the sharp rise of his shoulders; back drawn stiff at the reminder that he wasn’t there to flirt with a stranger (he wasn’t). “Perchance, could I interest you in a coffee?”

Her lips twisted into a smile across the table. “Isn’t that a little fast? You don’t even know my name.”

Red flushed his cheeks like a tidalwave. It overtook his ears and right down his neck. Stars and garters–! He hated it when he blushed. “I didn’t mean it like that!”

He did mean it like that.

So much for verbose eloquence.

The beautiful, sophisticated woman who had found herself proficient in rendering Doctor Henry McCoy’s IQ dejectedly close to his shoe size pressed exactly two fingers to her lips– hazel eyes shimmering. Blessings upon blessings; she took pity on his mortal soul. “Charlotte. My name is Charlotte.”

Reaching over, Henry offered her his hand and an audible breath of relief. “Hank.Terrific to make your acquaintance, Charlotte.”

“Call me Lola, Hank.”

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Read More: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48750490/chapters/122975914

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AUTHOR'S NOTE

This story is an AU of The Last Stand combined with SOME comic elements and a LITTLE bit of Alternate Movie Timeline shenanigans. I pull stuff as I see fit and have fun! Enjoy!

I'll be posting a chapter per day / every other day until I catch up with my AO3! I'll also be posting my other Hank McCoy story titled Coffee, Tea or Me.

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STORY SUMMARY

Secretary Hank McCoy has traditionally spent the holidays alone. This year he’d been invited by Charles to the mansion for a celebration he wasn’t morally able to turn down.

During a trip to New York for presents, Hank stumbles across a human woman he just can’t seem to walk away from. It’s serendipity at its finest during a time of year when romance seems magical.

Lola, a Journalism major with innocent dreams of making the world a better place, finds herself attracted to a muscular, charismatic middle-aged man she runs into (quite literally) in her favourite cafe. He likes wearing fine suits. She's just trying to make it to the end of her final year.

There’s more than meets the eye, however, to the gentleman that’s caught HER eye. He isn’t what he seems and he’s hiding a very BLUE secret from her.

#hank mccoy #henry mccoy #xmen fandom #x-men #beast xmen #xmen fanfiction #beast

[jurassicworldtieindrpepper]

Reading List

to be updated constantly

Articles:

"Why Women Online Can’t Stop Reading Fairy Porn" by C.T. Jones for Rolling Stone

"They Called 911 for Help. Police and Prosecutors Used a New Junk Science to Decide They Were Liars." by Brett Murphy for ProPublica

"‘I Think My Husband Is Trashing My Novel on Goodreads!’" by Emily Gould for The Cut

"Woman in Retrograde" by Isabel Cristo for The Cut

"The unwanted Spanish soccer kiss is textbook male chauvinism. Don’t excuse it" by Moira Donegan for the Guardian

"I Started the Media Men List" by Moira Donegan for The Cut

"What Moira Donegan Did for Young Women Writers" by Jordana Rosenfeld for The Nation

"The Key Detail Missing From the Narrative About O.J. and Race" by Joel Anderson for Slate

"The Coiled Ferocity of Zendaya" by Matt Zoller Seitz for Vulture

"OJ Simpson died the comfortable death in old age that Nicole Brown should have had" by Moira Donegan for The Guardian

"Norm Macdonald Was the Hater O.J. Simpson Could Never Outrun" by Miles Klee for Rolling Stone

"Trans Stylists and Makeup Artists Are Reshaping Red Carpet Looks. Will They Get the Credit They’re Due?" by James Factora

"The ‘perfect Aryan’ child used in Nazi propaganda was actually Jewish" by Terrence McCoy for The Washington Post

"There Are Too Many Books; Or, Publishing Shouldn’t Be All About Quantity" by Maris Kreizman for Literary Hub

"An O.J. Juror on What The People v. O.J. Simpson Got Right and Wrong" by Ashley Reese for Vulture

"Super Cute Please Like" by Nicole Lipman for N + 1 Magazine

Essays:

Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture edited by Roxanne Gay

Creep: Accusations and Confessions by Myriam Gurba

"On Chappell Roan and Gen Z Pop" by Miranda Reinert

"In Memory of Nicole Brown Simpson" by Andrea Dworkin

"My Gender Is Dyke" by Alexandria Juarez for Autostraddle

"Columnists and Their Lives of Quiet Desperation" by Hamilton Nolan

Nonfiction:

Belabored: A Vindication of the Rights of Pregnant Women by Lyz Lenz

The Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan

This American Ex-Wife: How I Ended My Marriage and Started My Life by Lyz Lenz

The Gentrification of the Mind: Witness to a Lost Imagination by Sarah Schulman

Savage Appetites: Four True Stories of Women, Crime, and Obsession by Rachel Monroe

The Sexual Politics of Meat: A Feminist-Vegetarian Critical Theory by Carol J. Adams

Eros the Bittersweet by Anne Carson

Who Owns This Sentence? A History of Copyrights and Wrongs by David Bellos & Alexandre Montagu

The Once and Future Sex: Going Medieval on Women's Roles in Society by Eleanor Janega

Moby Dyke: An Obsessive Quest to Track Down the Last Remaining Lesbian Bars in America by Krista Burton

University of Nike: How Corporate Cash Bought American Higher Education by Joshua Hunt

What it Feels Like for a Girl by Paris Lees

Female Masculinity by J. Jack Halberstam

The Theory of Everything Else: A Voyage Into the World of the Weird by Dan Schreiber

Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach

Better Living Through Birding: Notes from a Black Man in the Natural World by Christian Cooper

Rivermouth: A Chronicle of Language, Faith, and Migration by Alejandra Oliva

Unlikeable Female Characters: The Women Pop Culture Wants You to Hate by Anna Bogutskaya

Born a Crime: Stories From a South African Childhood by Trevor Noah

Caste: The Origins of Our Discontents by Isabel Wilkerson

The Lady from the Black Lagoon: Hollywood Monsters and the Lost Legacy of Milicent Patrick by Mallory O'Meara

Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End by Atul Gawande

Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg

Eyeliner: A Cultural History by Zahra Hankir

Against Technoableism: Rethinking Who Needs Improvement by Ashley Shew

The Wager: A Tale of Shipwreck, Mutiny and Murder by David Grann

Know My Name by Chanel Miller

Empire of Pain: The Secret History of the Sackler Dynasty by Patrick Radden Keefe

Novelist as a Vocation by Haruki Murakami

Rape-Revenge Films: A Critical Study by Alexandra Heller-Nicholas

Fiction:

To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf

Middlemarch by George Eliot

Just as You Are by Camille Kellogg

Just Happy to Be Here by Naomi Kanakia

The Misadventures of an Amateur Naturalist by Ceinwen Langley

Family Meal by Bryan Washington

Jurassic Park by Michael Crichton

The Mountain in the Sea by Ray Nayler

Ring Shout by P. Djèlí Clark

My Heart Is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones

An Island Princess Starts a Scandal by Adriana Herrera

Blackouts by Justin Torres

We Do What We Do in the Dark by Michelle Hart

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

Less Is Lost by Andrew Sean Greer

The Faithless by C.L. Clark

Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir

The Poppy War by R.F. Kuang

The Disenchantments by Nina LaCour

Everything Leads to You by Nina LaCour

Bliss Montage by Ling Ma

Pachinko by Min Jin Lee

The Institute by Stephen King

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Susanna Clarke

Frankenstein: Junji Ito Story Collection by Junji Ito

Her Body and Other Parties: Stories by Carmen Maria Machado

Young Mungo by Douglas Stuart

The Dark Forest by Liu Cixin

Snuff by Terry Pratchett

Travelers Along the Way: A Robin Hood Remix by Aminah Mae Safi

Only a Monster by Vanessa Len

#tbr #feminism #reading #essay #literary criticism #lesbian #lgbt

[thesconesyard]

In keeping with a silly tradition I started for my birthday, what?, three years ago?, here’s an update of a story, and a new chapter will go on ao3 in a little bit.

Wherever You Are, I Am

Part 45

October passed and slid quietly into November. The weather cooled and rainstorms passed over more frequently. McCoy saw less of Jaylah on weekends as class assignments became longer and more frequent, and the semester end began to loom. She had also begun to make more friends on campus after he had introduced her to Astrid.

“Who all is coming?” he asked.

“All the usuals,” his mom answered.

“Ma, I haven’t been home for Thanksgiving in I don’t know how many years. I don’t know who the usuals are anymore.”

Mrs. McCoy laughed. “You do get to the point Leonard. Your sister and the boys. Your uncle and his new girlfriend. Nana Mabel and a few cousins.”

“Well it’ll be nice to see them.”

“We’re all looking forward to seeing you too. It’s been too long.”

“I know Ma. We’ll be on the first shuttle out after Jaylah’s last class Wednesday, and should be there mid-evening.”

“I’ll keep something warmed up for you to eat when you get here.” Mrs. McCoy smiled at her son.

“Sounds like a good plan. Speaking of, I should go get some dinner. I’ll see you next week Ma.”

“Yes, go eat. Can’t wait to see you. Love you Leo.”

“Love you too Ma.”

McCoy clicked off the call and set the PADD aside. Slowly he rose from the couch and went to the kitchen.

“Any plans for the long weekend Astrid?” McCoy asked as he packed his few things into his work bag.

“Some studying, not much else. Just hanging around campus. You sir?”

“We’re heading out to Georgia soon as Jaylah’s done for the day. Haven’t been home in who knows how many years.”

“Is your husband going to join you?” Astrid asked as they began to walk to the classroom door.

“No, but we’re heading to Yorktown for Christmas.”

“That’s good,” Astrid smiled. “Have a good holiday Dr. McCoy.”

“You too Astrid. Don’t study too much.” He stood for a moment as Astrid walked the other way, then began the walk to his quarters.

McCoy pulled the hood on his coat up as it began to rain again. He picked up his pace and was soon in his quarters. He glanced at the clock as he walked in the bedroom. There was still at least another hour before Jaylah would show up. He grabbed a bag and began to pack for the weekend.

“How long is the shuttle?” Jaylah asked as they boarded.

“Couple hours,” McCoy replied as they picked seats. “I can bore you with stories about who’ll be there if you want.” He laughed.

“I would like to know,” Jaylah said with a smile.

McCoy smiled as they pulled up to his childhood home. It looked the same as it always had. He had begun to tell Jaylah about his family on the shuttle, but she had leaned onto his shoulder and fallen asleep not too far into the trip. The drive to the house she had been wide eyed, looking out the windows.

“Come on darlin’,” McCoy said, getting out of the car.

He was quicker and shouldered both of their bags.

“This is your home?” Jaylah asked in awe.

“Yep, the ol’ McCoy homestead,” he smiled. “I’ll show you around tomorrow when it’s light. Show you the peach tree I planted when I was a boy.”

“I can not wait Dr. Bones.”

They had reached the front door and McCoy put a hand out to knock. In moments the door opened and Eleanor McCoy was in front of them.

“Oh Leonard! It’s so good to see you,” the older woman cried out.

McCoy set the bags down from his shoulder and stepped forward into his mother’s embrace. Mrs. McCoy squeezed him close before finally setting her hands on his shoulders and looking at him thoroughly. She brushed a hair from his forehead.

“You look well,” she smiled.

McCoy stooped to pick the bags up again as his mother turned to Jaylah.

“Welcome my dear,” Mrs. McCoy greeted her.

“Hello.” Jaylah’s greeting turned surprised as Mrs. McCoy pulled her in for a hug too.

“I’m so glad you could come.” Mrs. McCoy moved back. “Come in, come in, don’t spend the night on the porch. I’ll show you up to the room and then feed you, alright?”

“That’s fine Ma,” McCoy chuckled. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Jaylah. She was looking overwhelmed. “Who’s here already?” he asked as they followed Mrs. McCoy up the stairs.

“Leah and Steven and the kids. And Nana. I do hope you two don’t mind sharing a room. Uncle Eugene is staying over tomorrow and that’s that.”

“It’s no problem Ma,” McCoy said.

“I set a cot up in your old room. And of course you’ll have your own bathroom.”

“Ok.”

“You two get settled and come down when you’re ready. I’ll get dinner heated back up for you.” Mrs. McCoy left them at the bedroom.

McCoy dumped his bag on the cot and Jaylah’s on the bed.

“You alright darlin’?” he asked when they were alone. “I know Ma comes on a bit strong.”

Jaylah nodded, then smiled. “I like her.”

“Good.”

“Dr. Bones why did you put my bag here? It is your room.”

“I can rough it a couple nights. I remember those dorm beds; enjoy something nice for a few nights.”

“But—”

“Nope. No buts. I’ve slept on worse, trust me.”

“Ok,” Jaylah said slowly.

#what?!? an update?!! #that’s right #star trek #leonard mccoy #montgomery scott #scones #scotty x bones #bones x scotty #good ship scones #jaylah #Jaylah Scott #time to meet some more McCoys #whoops I borrowed my own oc to be over here too #happy bday to me #wherever you are I am

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 167

McCoy

The group followed Eleanor back into the palace.

“What are you children going to do?” the queen asked.

McCoy glanced at Scotty. “Honestly we should probably catch up on our homework…”

“…but we don’t get to see any of ye often now,” Scotty finished for him.

“Just like Lenny,” Leah whispered loudly to Robbie, “always looking for a way out of his schoolwork.”

“Hey!” McCoy glared at his sister, but the look had no real anger to it

Eleanor shook her head fondly at her children. “Well, lunch was big, so we’ll keep dinner more sensible, alright?” she said. “I think I would like to rest for a bit. The last few days…,” The queen smiled weakly.

“Of course Mother,” McCoy said quickly.

“We understand,” Leah added.

“So you guys want to do something?” McCoy asked after the queen had walked away. “Nothing too strenuous,” he said with a quick look at Leah.

“You know what I would really like?” Leah asked. “A nice soak. Everything has been so tense and stressful—”

“Tell me about it,” McCoy muttered.

“—and you guys could have a swim. Dr. Boyce doesn’t want me doing that quite yet, but I can still sit in the hot tub,” Leah finished.

“Sure,” McCoy said. “What do you think?” He turned to Scotty.

“Aye,” he agreed. “But we don’t have our swimsuits.”

“Who says you need those?” Leah grinned at Scotty. McCoy and Robbie both laughed as Scotty’s face went beat red.

“I’ve got other pairs upstairs,” McCoy soothed his husband. “And there’s always extras around the pool.”

“We’ll meet ye there then?” Robbie asked.

In their room, McCoy went straight to his dresser. He dug in a lower drawer before pulling out something blue and tossing it towards Scotty.

“There ya go darlin’. Those should fit. And if they don’t and slip off in the pool, then oh well.” McCoy grinned as he gave a shrug and Scotty’s face colored again. He crossed over to Scotty after giving the drawer a push closed with his foot. “It isn’t like we haven’t been naked there before.”

“Len!” Scotty spluttered out. “No one else was around then! Especially not my brother and definitely not your sister!”

“Yeah, but they’ve had their own fun times there too,” McCoy gave an exaggerated shudder. “Come on and change so we can get down there.”

“Umm, aren’t ye forgetting something love?” Scotty said looking at McCoy questioningly.

McCoy gave him a puzzled look back.

“A pair for ye?” Scotty said holding up the blue swimsuit McCoy had given him.

“Oh. Nah. I’ll just go naked,” McCoy grinned.

Scotty groaned and rolled his eyes. “Get yer suit ye mad man.”

“Oh fine,” McCoy pretended to pout and went back to the dresser, pulling out a coral colored pair of trunks for himself.

In the pool hall, Leah and Robbie were already settled in the hot tub when McCoy and Scotty entered.

“Swim first or just soak?” McCoy asked Scotty.

“I could do a lap or two with ye if ye want,” Scotty said. “What about ye lad?” he turned to ask his brother.

“Oh. I’m fine. I’ll just stay here with Leah,” Robbie said quickly.

McCoy smiled and went down to dive in. The water was refreshing as it went past him. He could hear Scotty making his way towards him and popped back to the surface to wait for his husband.

Part 168

Scotty

They took a few laps in the cold water. It was quite refreshing and Scotty felt like it washed away all the worries they had felt the past few days.

When they eventually joined Leah and Robbie in the hot tub, the princess seemed very relaxed. Robbie had placed one arm around her and they were chatting away quietly.

"What are you talking about?" Leonard asked while he let himself sink into the hot water. Scotty followed quickly and snuggled against him.

"Oh, this and that," Leah answered, shrugging her shoulders. Apparently she planned on keeping it secret.

"This and that, huh? So you talked about us?" Leonard raised his eyebrow at his sister and she chuckled.

"Maybe."

"What's there to talk about?" Scotty was getting curious and when he looked at his little brother's face he could see that he was about to tell them the truth.

"Well, we just... wondered what decisions will be made about yer safety. Earth is so far away from Georgiares and if something would happen to ye..."

Leonard sighed heavily and Scotty sent him a worried glance. Could they talk openly about what was planned? Their siblings were allowed to know, right?

"We will be joined by members of security," Leonard grumbled, still not happy about it.

"Oh. That's... a good thing, isn't it?" Robbie didn't seem too sure about what to say. He glanced at Leah who slowly shook her head.

"Not for Lenny."

"What? Why?" A frown crossed Robbie's face and he looked from one person in the tub to the other. Eventually his eyes rested on Leonard.

"You don't know what it's like. To be guarded all the time, to be treated like a raw egg, not being able to live like a normal person. At the academy, I was finally able to break free and now..." Leonard sighed deeply.

"Father has to be so worried about you," Leah said. "If something like that attack can happen to me, how easy would it be to attack you who's out of our reach."

Leonard rolled his eyes.

"Well, if everything goes according to plan, then no one will notice security following us around," Scotty quickly intervened, trying to soothe his husband as fast as possible.

"Really? How so?" The statement caught Leah's attention.

"I suggested for the security people to go undercover, act like cadets. That way they can keep an eye on us without tailing us too obviously," Scotty explained his idea and Leah gave him a smile.

"That's a good idea. And Father agreed? Even better for you."

"I sure hope it'll work." Even though Scotty had had the idea, he still had some doubts about it. What if someone would notice what was going on? There were some smart students at the academy, after all.

"And I sure hope ye'll be safe," Robbie muttered quietly.

Like Eleanor had already announced dinner was small. All members of the family were gathered.

"Francine and Alasdair did arrive safely at home," the queen told them. She had obviously talked to the Scott brother's mother already.

Scotty gave her a grateful nod.

"That's good to hear."

"Oh, that reminds me... I wanted to ask you and Father something," Leonard spoke up, once he had swallowed the bite he had taken. He looked from Eleanor to David and back.

"Of course. What is it, darling?" Eleanor looked curiously at her son.

"Can we invite the Scott's over for Christmas? It would be so nice if we could celebrate together again."

Scotty smiled softly. It was a great idea. And he was pretty sure that the royal pair would agree with that.

#star trek #montgomery scott #leonard mccoy #scones #au #in our favor

[isabellawaites]

Marvel oc, crimson

First name : jackson

Last name : wilson, parker, howlett

Super name : crimson

[Name origin]

Crimson-dark red

Date of birth : august 31, ????

Age : 17 (x-men evolution), 20, (young avengers), 23 (guardians of the galaxy)

Zodiac : virgo ♍️

Nicknames : the crimson spider, little wanderer, not human, the hell hitman, the lost soul, widow red, mr geroy

Gender : male

Siblings : 1, half sister

Sexuality : bisexual

Species : mutant & made being

[Phobias]

Thalassophobia-fear of the deep ocean

Thanatophobia-losing someone you love

Dystychiphobia-fear of accidents

Hair color : red

Eye color : blue

Body type : a bit muscular

Origin(s) : ????

Current location : ????

Appearance

Portrayed by : eddie redmayne

Voice actor/actor : mike young/eddie redmayne

Height : 177cm

Alignment : chaotic good

Status : alive

Affiliation : member of the young avengers, member of the guardians of the galaxy, mercenary (formerly)

Physical health : somewhat good?

Mental health : somewhat good?

Likes : science, chimichangas, pancakes, photography, music, acrobatics, sewing, reading comic books & science fiction novels, mechanics, biochemistry, fireflies, sandwiches

Dislikes : deep water, being tired, evil in general, heavy smoking, corruption, war, losing a bet, pain, a type of green, cancer, weapon X program

[Does not have parents]

Family : natalia alianovna romanova/biological mother/russian-american (????)

James howlett & logan/biological father/canada (????)

Peter benjamin parker/biological father/american (????)

Wade wilson/biological father/canada (????)

Eleanor camacho/half sister (????)

Friends/allies : [X men]

Wolverine

Nightcrawler

Iceman

Deadpool

Gambit

Emma frost

Kitty pryde

Henry "Hank" McCoy

Cyclops

Angel

Professor X

[The avengers]

Spider man

Black widow

Iron man

Captain america

Thor

Hulk

Black panther

Quicksilver

Doctor strange

Wanda maximoff

Daredevil

Johnny storm

[Guardians of the galaxy]

Star-lord

Groot

Rocket raccoon

Gamora

Adam warlock

[Young avengers]

Wiccan

Speed

Hulkling

Loki

Enemies :

Thanos

Red skull

Doctor octopus

Mysterio

Carnage

Green goblin

Norman osborn

Morbius

Kingpin

Bullseye

Kang the Conqueror

Doctor Doom

Taskmaster

Juggernaut

Weapon X

Sabretooth

The KGB

Mephisto

Love interest : toxin symbiote, later on spider-man of 2099, miguel o'hara

Love status : deceased, currently dating

Weapons/accessories :

Webshooters (Only for disguise)

IWI Desert Eagle Mark XIX.

Beretta 92FS Inox.

Beretta Px4 Storm.

Glock 17.

FN SCAR-L

IMI Tavor MTAR-21

Daewoo K3

FN M249 SAW Para

M67 Hand Grenade

M72 LAW

Katanas

Browning automatic rifle, glock 17, 3 grenades

Batons

Teleportation device

Powers :

Spider physiology

Wall-crawling

Superhuman strength

Superhuman speed

Superhuman stamina

Superhuman durability

Superhuman equilibrium

Superhuman reflexes

Spider-sense

Psychological awareness of environment

Hibernation healing

Talons and fangs

Spinnerets

Master combatant

Super resistant to hangovers

Knowledge of different languages

Resistant to telepathic attacks

Accelerated healing factor

Manipulate reality

Slow aging, and enhanced immune system

Dimension traveling

History : ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

#marvel #oc #bio

[practically-an-x-man]

Robin Cassidy

(gif by @can-of-pringles, faceclaim for Robin is Erin Kellyman - with a few different details)

Full Name: Robin Eleanor Cassidy Pronouns: she/her (cisgender bisexual female)

Nicknames: Birdie (from Sean), Songbird (from Peter), Aria (hero name) Pet Names: babe/baby (from Peter)

Relevant Tags: #robin cassidy, #symphony in silver fic, #yoda the cat

Birthday: July 23rd, 1954 Age in Chapter One: 30

Universe/Fandom: X-Men, McAvoy timeline movies

Physical Traits: 5'10", lanky build. Pale blue eyes, curly ginger hair. Scattering of old scars across her face and arms, alongside several thousand freckles.

Character Traits: headstrong, daring, protective towards her family/friends, creative

Relationships:  - Family: Sean Cassidy (older brother), 8 other siblings (3 sisters, 5 other brothers), Tom Cassidy (cousin), other members of the Cassidy family - Friends: Warren Worthington III and Betsy Braddock (formerly), Charles Xavier, Hank McCoy, Raven Darkholme, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, other members of the X-Men; Cindy, Six - Romantic Partner: Peter Maximoff

Additional Information: - Has a black-and-white Cornish Rex named Yoda - Born Deaf and fluent in ASL and BASL - Has the ability to sense and manipulate sound waves - Uses her mutation as a hearing aid, though it only works when she's in direct skin-to-skin contact with something that conducts sound (and even then, it's a tool, not a fix) - Works as a professional opera singer (mezzosoprano) - Has received and recovered from a severe TBI

#my ocs #oc intro #oc bio #robin cassidy #yoda the cat

[sjsmith56]

The Shopgirl and the Sergeant - Part 3, From There to Here - Bucky Barnes One Shots

Summary - A shopgirl in Sparta, Wisconsin helps Sergeant Bucky Barnes pick out a birthday gift for his mother. They develop a good friendship while he is at Camp McCoy.

Length - 4.7K

Characters - Sergeant Bucky Barnes, named female original character, original female child character, Dum Dum Dugan, Gabe Jones, store manager, soldier and girlfriend.

Warnings - rude behaviour and comments regarding shopgirl’s height, use of term “Negro.”

Author notes - In several sources Dum Dum Dugan and Gabriel Jones trained with other units that were captured at the same time as Bucky Barnes, yet in deleted scenes from Captain America The First Avenger they knew Bucky by his first name during the battle of Azzano. For the purposes of this one-shot they are part of the 107th from boot camp and became friends with Bucky then. Military units during World War II were segregated and African American soldiers had their own, the 92nd Infantry Division. Racism was still rampant even in the northern states and I wanted to touch on issues Gabe Jones might have experienced being assigned to a Caucasian unit due to a clerical error. I like to think Bucky and Dum Dum would be supportive of him in small town Wisconsin, having had more exposure to black neighbours or friends. Most African Americans living in Wisconsin at that time were living in Milwaukee so it made sense that Eleanor's first actual encounter with a black man would also show Bucky the type of person she was. I use the term "Negro" as it would have been used in 1942.

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<<Part 2

Franklin's Department Store, Sparta, Wisconsin, November, 1942

"Hey Beanpole!"

I stiffened when I heard those words. It was bad enough I was tall for a girl. To be reminded of it as often as I was hurt every single time. Counting to three I plastered a fake smile on my face and turned around to greet the customer.

"How can I help you, sir?" I answered, addressing a soldier with a giggling girlfriend, named Evelyn, that I recognized from my old high school standing next to him.

"My girl wants a new hat but the one she wants is on that display up there." He pointed up to a hat stand on top of a shelf. "You tall enough to grab it for her?"

"Not quite but I'll get a step stool," I replied politely.

I went into the back room and came out with the step stool that would give me another foot of height to reach the display. As I stepped up onto it I could hear Evelyn whispering into her soldier's ear and him breaking out laughing. Ignoring what I assumed to be an insult whispered about me I picked the hat off of the stand and brought it down to them, offering it to her. She took it in her hand, put it on and looked into the display mirror. Evelyn made a face, took it off and placed it on the counter.

"No, I don't like how it looks on me. Sweetie, why don't we go get a donut and coffee instead."

"Anything for you, sugar," said the soldier, lightly touching her nose with his index finger.

It was enough to make me feel ill but with the manager watching I had to try and rescue the sale.

"Would you like to try on another hat?" I asked. "We have other styles and colours available."

The soldier looked up at the selection then at Evelyn but she shook her head and turned around. Ignoring me she put her hand in the crook of his arm and pulled him away towards the lunch counter. I heard a sigh behind me and turned to see the manager, Mr. Deakins.

"Miss Warren, you really need to try harder to complete those sales. With all the soldiers we have at Camp McCoy there's no reason you shouldn't be able to sell at least one hat every day. They all have a girlfriend, money to burn, and we have a good selection."

"Yes sir," I replied. "I did try to interest him in another hat."

"Perhaps you should bring that hat stand down and place it on the counter or on the display over there," he suggested, pointing towards a display of scarves and gloves for the discriminating lady.

"Mr. Franklin told me to put it up there, sir. But if you think it will be better down on the counter ...."

"No, if Mr. Franklin wants it up there then I guess that's where it's supposed to be," he answered. "Carry on."

Mr. Franklin, the owner of the department store, had waltzed through the day before ordering staff to put things on display in certain ways and places. Like the manager I thought the hats would do better on the counter or the scarf display but I really had no say in it. I stepped back onto the step stool returning the hat to its place then returned the step stool to the back room. Since I was low on stock I pulled out some ladies handkerchiefs to add to the selection I already had. As I came out of the back room I was bumped into by another soldier and the handkerchiefs were scattered on the floor. Immediately I kneeled down to pick them up and was joined by the man who bumped into me. The brim of his hat obscured his face but when he stood up to hand me what he had gathered I almost gasped. He was only one of the most handsome men I had ever seen with thick dark hair, bright blue eyes, strong cheekbones, and a chin dimple that I couldn't keep my eyes off of.

"Here, doll, sorry about that," he said with a Brooklyn accent. "I wasn't watching where I was going."

"Thank you for helping pick them up," I replied. "Is there anything I can help you with sir?"

A smile revealed beautiful straight white teeth. "I'm a Sergeant, not an officer. Just Sarge is fine. I'm looking for something for my mother. It's her birthday soon and I won't get leave to go home and see her. These handkerchiefs are okay but I was thinking of something nicer."

"We have these scarves and matching gloves." I gestured towards the display. "They would be good for wearing to Sunday service or to a social gathering."

"Yeah, they're nice," he agreed. He looked at me as if he just realized I was almost as tall as him. "Could I see how they look on you before I decide which one I want?"

I picked up one of the scarves but before I could put it around my neck he took it from my hand and draped it around my shoulders, gently using his hands to smooth it. It was close to taking a personal liberty and I'm sure if Mr. Deakins was there he would have raised his eyebrows. Personally, I didn't mind. I watched him as he looked at the scarf resting on my shoulders and upper chest.

"Could you put the gloves on that match this?" he asked, looking pointedly at my left hand as he did so.

I put them on and posed them next to the scarf. He smiled and said he would take them. As I removed them he picked up two of the handkerchiefs and put them on the counter.

"Will that be all for you, Sarge?"

"I wouldn't mind your name and phone number," he said casually.

"I could get fired for giving you that information," I replied truthfully.

"That is a problem." He leaned on the counter and tilted his cap back slightly. "When do you get off?"

He ran his tongue along the edge of his teeth when he asked but I wasn't sure if it was intentional or if it was just a habit of his. I smiled then looked away and saw Mr. Deakins nearby.

"I'll write your sales slip up, sir," I said as loudly as I could. "Would you like these wrapped up for the post? It will be an extra 25 cents."

"Will I be able to write an address label for it?" he asked, noticing Mr. Deakins watching me.

"Of course, that's covered in the extra cost. I have a small complimentary card as well if you wish to write a note to your mother."

He agreed to the extra cost and I provided the card and the address label. I waited while he wrote on the card then pulled out a box big enough to hold the items. I removed the tags then took the items with me to the back room. There was a roll of brown paper there and I pulled out enough to cover the box. Wrapping it around I folded the extra paper and sealed it with transparent tape. Mr. Deakins was still watching when I got back to the counter. I wrote up the items on the sales slip and paused before I began writing in the customer name box.

"Your name, sir?"

"Sergeant James Barnes," he replied. "I would give you a phone number but I'm at the base and only have access to the pay phone."

"Of course, sir. Your barracks number is sufficient."

"Hut E19," he replied, smiling at Mr. Deakins. "Do you need any more information, miss?"

"No, if you take the slip over to the cash register the lady there will ring it through. I'll finish glueing the address label on. We do have the post office next door if you wish to post it right away."

"Thank you, miss," said Barnes, politely. "You've been very helpful. I hope your manager realizes what a good employee you are."

"That's kind of you, sir," I replied, keeping it professional.

Barnes took the sales slip over to the cashier and pulled his wallet out to pay. He kept looking back at Mr. Deakins, still smiling politely at him. He then asked the cashier for a slip of paper and a pen, wrote himself a note, folded it and put it in his pocket. By the time he returned Mr. Deakins had moved on to observing another employee. He was still visible to the Sergeant so the younger man put his hand inside his pocket and pulled out the slip of paper, sliding it across the counter top to me. Taking his package and tipping his hat he sauntered out of the store. I slipped the paper into my pocket, not reading it while I was still on the sales floor. About 15 minutes later another clerk came to relieve me for my break and I hurried to the ladies room. Inside the stall I pulled it out and read what he wrote.

Meet me outside the Oldham Theatre at 6:30.

We'll grab a bite to eat and go see a movie.

Please don't stand me up.

Bucky

I had a date with a handsome soldier. Feeling giddy inside I put the note back into my pocket and left the stall to wash my hands. After having my coffee in the staff room I returned to my station and worked the remainder of my shift. When 5 o'clock came I slipped my time card in the punch clock and placed it in the Out slot. Quickly I walked home so I had time to change and make it back to the Oldham Theatre for 6:30. As I unlocked the door I was shocked to see my eight year old niece Stella sitting on the armchair reading a book with no sign of my sister.

"Where's your Mother?" I asked, surprised that my sister Willa left her daughter on her own.

I lived with her and her daughter while her husband was fighting in North Africa. Willa worked at the dairy on the production line.

"She went back to work," said Stella. "She left you a note in the kitchen."

On the kitchen table was a note from my sister.

Eleanor,

Sorry to spring this on you. The dairy was short handed for the evening shift so they offered me double pay to stay and work. They gave me time to get Stella from school and bring her home. I'll make it up to you, I promise.

Willa

I rubbed my forehead. Of all the days to work a double shift. I sighed as it looked like I was going to stand up the handsome Sergeant Barnes. I looked at the clock. At least I could take Stella with me and tell him in person. Then he would know I wasn't standing him up for no reason.

"How do you feel about dinner in the café?" I asked Stella. "My treat."

"Honest?" My niece seemed excited at the prospect.

"Honest," I replied. "I was supposed to go on a date but I'll have to meet the fellow first and ask him for a rain check. Since we'll be out we might as well treat ourselves."

With a smile Stella stood up and got her coat and gloves on. I turned on the outside light for the front door and locked it. Grasping her hand we hurried towards the Oldham. Twenty minutes later we arrived and I could see him standing there. He turned, saw me, and smiled that gorgeous smile of his then frowned when he saw I had Stella with me.

"I'm so sorry," I explained. "This is my niece, Stella. I live with her and her mother, my sister. She got called in for an extra shift at the dairy. I didn't want you to think I was standing you up. If you could maybe give me a rain check for another date I'd appreciate it."

He pushed his cap back slightly on his head and looked down at Stella then at me. Then he kneeled down to Stella's level and looked her square in the eyes.

"I don't even know your Aunt's name yet," he said gently. "Do you think she would mind if I took two beautiful ladies out for dinner?"

Stella's eyes sparkled. "Her name is Eleanor and I don't think she would mind at all," she replied with a grin. "Do you really think I'm beautiful?"

"Definitely," he stated firmly. "I'm sure you've broken lots of hearts already and if you haven't, you will. My name is Bucky and it's a pleasure to meet you Stella." He shook her hand, stood up again and smiled at me. "I have a younger sister. She's almost thirteen. Stella reminds me of her. I do appreciate you coming out in person to break our date."

He offered me his arm and walked us both to the café where we sat in a booth, with Stella and I on one side, and him on the other. Bucky took his cap off and placed it on the coat hook beside his seat. Stella and I did the same with our coats on our side of the booth. The waitress came with a coffee pot and filled our cups with coffee while Stella asked if she could have a strawberry milkshake. With the menus in our hands we made our choices and ordered the food. Bucky took a pack of cigarettes out and offered me one, then lit it for me before lighting his own.

"So, Eleanor," he began. "How long have you worked at the store?"

"Two years, since I graduated from high school," I said. "My parents have a farm about a hundred miles from here. Willa, my sister, married a fellow that worked at the dairy until he got drafted. He's in North Africa right now. I came here hoping to make some money for college. I haven't seen you around before. Have you always been at Camp McCoy?"

"I was here for boot camp then displayed some aptitude for marksmanship," said Bucky. "All those rigged shooting games at Coney Island helped, I guess. I was sent to a special camp to become a sniper and received a promotion to Sergeant. Now I'm back and have been assigned to a unit. We'll be here another five months at least before we're shipped off to England."

"I thought I detected a Brooklyn accent," I noted. "Can I ask why you call yourself Bucky when your first name is James?"

"Nickname from my middle name, Buchanan," said Bucky. "Not even my mother calls me James. Don't know why they named me that but ..."

He shrugged with a grin. His easygoing manner was as attractive as his looks. When other café patrons came in and noticed we were together I was aware of some whispered conversations over why such a good looking man was with one of the tallest women in town. He must have heard some of the words being thrown out and he leaned forwards.

"Don't pay them attention," he said. "You caught my eye as soon as I walked in the store. I can tell you that in Brooklyn you would have a long line of suitors at your door, not all of them tall either. Never did understand why some men had an issue with women who were taller."

"Aunt Eleanor is one of the tallest in town," said Stella, proudly. "She played basketball in high school and Mama said she was the best player, boy or girl."

"Well, I played basketball as well," smiled Bucky, "but I was one of the shorter players. We had several that were over 6 foot 6 inches. What position did you play?"

"Center," I shrugged. "You?"

"Point guard. We got to the city championship but lost in the final."

"We weren't good enough to get that far." I couldn't take my eyes off those blue eyes as I spoke. "Not that we were bad, just didn't have a lot of depth on the bench. When we played against the town team it showed. They wore us down. I enjoyed it though. Was hoping to get a scholarship but the only college that showed interest would only give me a partial one. It wasn't enough. Now that the war is on it seems most women's sports programs have been shelved or underfunded to the point they might as well fold."

"Yeah, there's a lot of that going around," agreed Bucky. "Do you dance?"

"Not very well, as most of my partners were my girlfriends," I replied, looking down at my hands. "I usually led, being taller."

"You come out with me to the next dance," said Bucky. "I'll make up for all of those guys who wouldn't ask you onto the dance floor."

Something inside me bubbled up. He was already talking about a second date, as if this counted as our first. Our food came and I could see he had good manners, as he kept his elbows off the table and didn't eat with his mouth full. He did tell us a story about him and his best friend in Brooklyn, a guy named Steve, who was a small sickly man that he befriended when they were boys. Apparently, Steve was bullied a lot because of his size, but also because he stood up for himself and didn't know when to stay down.

"I kinda liked the guy for that," said Bucky. "He would get back up from where he was bleeding, cock his fists, look at the guy and say "I could do this all day." They would hit him down again over and over."

There was a fond look on his face as he told us. "What unit is he in?" asked Stella.

"He was declared 4F," said Bucky. "But he keeps trying. He'll get arrested one of these days when they find out he's tried to enlist under false names. He just won't take no for an answer, crazy kid."

"Sounds like you miss him very much," I said. "You must have a very good friendship."

"Yeah, we are good friends. But I do have some friends in Camp McCoy. A guy named Dum Dum Dugan. His given name is Tim but he picked up the nickname Dum Dum when he worked as a circus strongman. He's married with two kids. Salt of the earth, except he cheers for the Red Sox but he's from Boston originally so I'll let him have it. There's another guy who I'm friends with, Gabe Jones. He's in our unit due to a clerical error, and the Army, in its infinite wisdom, won't reassign him to where he's supposed to be so Dum Dum and I watch out for him. Speak of the devil."

He looked out the window and smiled at the biggest man I had ever seen and a Negro man, of which I hadn't seen any being in a small town in Wisconsin. Bucky chuckled at the look on my face.

"Yeah, they put a black man in a white unit," he said. "Someone made a mistake on his enlistment form and marked him as white. It's even on his dog tags. He's a good man. Smart, college educated, speaks German and French."

The two men came in, removing their caps and stood beside the table.

"Sarge, we were looking for you," said the bigger man, who I assumed was Dum Dum. "Didn't know you had a date."

"Gentlemen, this is Miss Eleanor Warren and her niece Stella ...?" he looked at me.

"Stella Howe," I said, offering my hand to both of them. "Bucky was just telling us about you and then suddenly you were outside the window. You must be Mr. Dugan and you must be Mr. Jones."

"Corporal and Private actually," said Dugan, politely.

I could see the waitress in the café talking to the manager. They both had worried looks on their faces and were looking at the faces of the other diners.

"Would you like to join us?" I asked. "That's alright, isn't it Bucky?"

He looked towards the manager as well and stood up to sit next to me as Stella and I moved over.

"Sure, slide in there boys," he said. "We've already ordered. Miss? Could you please bring some coffee and menus for Corporal Dugan and Private Jones? I can vouch for their character."

The waitress looked at the manager and he shrugged then nodded his approval. She brought a couple of menus, and coffee mugs, pouring them some of the hot dark liquid. They both read the menu and Dugan looked up at her, ordering two blue plate specials. Jones ordered a cheeseburger and fries, making sure he said please and thank you. He was nervous and I caught his attention.

"Bucky said you speak French and German," I said. "We didn't have any foreign language classes at my high school."

"Yes, Miss Warren," he said, showing a nice smile. "I studied German in college but switched to French because it sounds nicer to the ear. They plan to use me to translate once our unit gets overseas, although odds are we'll be fighting the Italians first. We have a few second generation Italian Americans in the unit so I guess they'll use them once we land in Italy."

Our food arrived and both Dugan and Jones urged us to go ahead and eat. Their food came shortly after. Both men were very interesting, especially Dugan, with some of his circus stories which he kept clean for the benefit of Stella. Even the waitress came within earshot to overhear some of them, going back to the kitchen with a grin on her face. I could see why Bucky enjoyed their company as despite their different backgrounds they all had something in common; a desire to do right by others. Their core of basic decency was evident. When the bill came it was delivered by the manager who stood there a moment before addressing all three soldiers.

"Gentleman, please consider this an invitation to dine with us again, anytime," he said. "You are all a credit to the uniform you wear and our country is better because of good decent men like yourselves."

Bucky put his hand on my knee and squeezed it when the manager said the word decent. I almost laughed out loud but managed to suppress it with a cough. After paying the bill we all stepped out into the cool night air. It was too late to go to the movies and I needed to get Stella home soon as she had school the following day. As I looked at the three soldiers Dugan and Jones gave each other a knowing look.

"Well, I think we're going to head back to base," said Dugan, with Jones nodding. "It was awfully nice to meet you Miss Warren, and you too, Stella. You've been pleasant company. Sarge, we'll see you later."

They both shook hands with me and put their caps on, heading off into the night. It had started snowing and Stella lifted her face to the sky, opening her mouth to catch the falling flakes. A smile crossed Bucky's face when he saw her do that and he also lifted his face to the sky, trying to do the same. She giggled at his efforts and he smiled fondly at her.

"Come on, I'll walk you home," he said after a few moments, offering me his arm.

We took our time, not talking, just enjoying the wintry ambience. When we got to the house I unlocked the door and told Stella to take her boots and jacket off then to get ready for bed. She hugged Bucky and thanked him for the date. He rewarded her with a brilliant smile, and she headed inside, definitely in love.

"I would ask you in but Stella isn't the most discreet 8 year old girl," I said. "I'm sorry your plans got turned sideways."

"I still had a good time," he replied. "You are good company and you were friendly to Dum Dum and Gabe. That means a lot."

"They're good men," I said, then I looked away briefly. "Will I see you again?"

"Well, I meant what I said about the next dance," he replied, smiling in a way that almost melted me inside. "I would really like to take you out and give you the kind of date you deserve."

"I'd like that. You know where I work and where I live. We don't have a telephone that isn't a party line."

"I know where to find you."

He stepped closer and put his hands around my waist, drawing me in closer. When his lips touched mine he opened them and gently pressed his tongue against my lips. As mine opened I couldn't believe how soft his kiss was. His hands went around my back enclosing me in his embrace. It was the best kiss I ever had.

In the remaining months he was there until the 107th got their final orders we went out many times. He was a good dancer and made me a better one as well. We went to dinner, the movies, a few sleigh rides, and had a memorable weekend in Milwaukee before he left where he taught me about being with a man. After that first time together he told me about being a ladies man and admitted he initially saw me as his next conquest. I guess when I showed up with my niece and he had the good manners to adapt to the situation that he saw something more in me. Maybe not something long lasting but something satisfying all the same and I like to think we parted as friends. After he returned to Brooklyn for a week's leave then shipped out to England we did write each other, and I'm sure he laughed out loud over my description of Mr. Deakins and Mr. Franklin having a fist fight on the sales floor about how to dress the July 4th window display.

When his letters suddenly stopped in October, 1943 I was dismayed to see his name on the list of suspected POWs. Then I was ecstatic when I received a Christmas letter with a picture of him and his rescuer Captain America, who turned out to be his boyhood friend Steve Rogers, no longer a small, sickly man. It was Steve himself who wrote me about Bucky's death on a mission, early in 1945. He described how much my friendship meant to Bucky and promised to come and see me when the war was over. It never happened because he went missing a month later.

I never did go to college but I did move to Milwaukee and found work as a clerk in a lawyer's office there. One of the younger partners, Thomas Endicott, returned from his war experience a couple of months after VE Day. At 6 foot 5 inches he was taller than me, but I was taller than any of the women in the office and he must have liked that because he asked me out on a date within a couple of weeks of his return. I told him about Bucky and he told me about the realization that he could never hunt again after seeing all the death in Europe. He liked going to the movies, and dancing, and we cut quite the figure on our dates. We were married in August of 1946 and were happy. But I still remember James Buchanan Barnes, the first man who "noticed" me and who was my first real love even though I wasn't the only woman he dated. For those months we saw and wrote each other Bucky was the best thing that ever happened to me. I hoped that when he died he wasn't alone but I'll never know because even though Dum Dum wrote me he said Bucky's death happened on a secret mission that they couldn't talk about. He was the best of men and that's how I remember him.

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