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[sgtbuckyybarnes]

Harper Rhodes

Cast members in attendance for the presentation include returning Marvel faces: David Harbour as Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian, ​​Hannah John-Kamen as Ghost, Julia Louis-Dreyfus as Valentina Allegra de Fontaine, Clemence Poesy as Harper Rhodes alongside Sebastian Stan as Bucky Barnes, Wyatt Russell as John Walker/U.S.Agent, with Florence Pugh reprising her role as Yelena Belova and sending in a video message for the audience.

“I can’t wait! It’ll be amazing to get the suit on again!” Poesy had grinned, while Stan couldn’t help but wonder aloud if The Winter Soldier and The Black Mamba might actually be the most "stable" of their new teammates.

Thunderbolts

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[petrichorocs]

Lennox Slater + her friendship with Peter Parker + the ending of No Way Home

a little life / champagne problems / x / us against you

#ocapp #allaboutocs #fysvocs #lennox slater #fd: marvel #fic: spectral #mh tag #words #gif #* #listenn... i have many a feeling abt nwh and lenny losing her best friend and not even knowing it.. its Insane

[karimac]

Masterlist

These are going to be the icons for what my stories contain. I need to update the files for my previous chapters.

As of now, I do not plan to do smut/NSFW content. If stories contain it, they will be clearly marked.

☁️ Fluff ️‍🔥 Smut/NSFW 🗡 Canon-level violence 💔 Angst

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

Halloween/Samhain (post Age of Ultron) | Christmas Eve (post Civil War) | Ghosts of Christmas Past (post TFATWS) | New Year's Eve (post TFATWS) | Old Ghosts | She Was Ours First

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[fyeahsuperverseocs]

Welcome to FYeahSuperVerseOCs!

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[jewishbarbies]

from grace + found family dynamics i adore

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[sgtbuckyybarnes]

- Emma Swan, Once Upon a Time

Harper Rhodes // Identity Series

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[sgtbuckyybarnes]

I Am

The air was knocked out of her as he caught her with a punch to the stomach “Stay down,” he warned as she fell to the floor, curling around herself as she desperately tried to catch her breath.

She watched on, helpless and unable to move, as he stalked over to Shuri. His suit absorbing any blasts she was able to send his way before he grabbed at the gauntlets, gripping them hard until they shattered. 

Harper winced as she tried to push herself up to go and help, her left arm wrapping around her waist. Down the hill T’Challa was being swarmed by Border Tribesmen, pinned down and attacked with spears and kicks. They were down, Nakia out of sight and T’Challa overpowered as Erik encroached on Shuri. Harper’s boots slid on the ground beneath her as she flinched and tried to make her way over to help...

Chapter Eight

A F 

(As always thank u sm @soundsluke for beta reading <3333)

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[petrichorocs]

SPECTRAL + cd & vinyl mock-ups

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[sgtbuckyybarnes]

I promise I’m alive and (now) well 😂 a busy weekend last week took me Out

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[sgtbuckyybarnes]

If I can dream long enough You'd tell me I'd be just fine I'll be just fine

Harper + Bucky // Ghost of You

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[sgtbuckyybarnes]

Behind the Scenes//Identity Series

Clemence Poesy and Sebastian Stan behind the scenes as Harper Rhodes and Bucky Barnes 

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[karimac]

...turn of the wheel: Old Ghosts

Warnings: Canon-level violence and not a shred of happiness in this one.

A/N: I’ve mentioned the fight between Kari MacOrish and The Winter Solider at the University of Silesia in Katowice, Poland. This is that part of the story.

The building that now houses the Institute of Theology at the university was built in 2004. I have no idea what the previous building looked like, so I glanced at some old photos of the campus and chose one for this story (exterior details only). I winged it on the interior details.

The one Russian word in this story is from Google Translate.

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Banner artwork credit: Image by brands amon from Pixabay

Word count: approx. 2.2k words

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Fall 1991

You were getting too old for this. You knew it. Your body felt it. You had not had a proper “rest period” since before you met Peggy Carter and Howard Stark. Not since you lost your chance to say good bye to Bucky Barnes or Steve Rogers. Forty seven years, give or take a month.

Goddess, that was forever now, wasn’t it?

But here you were, standing in the east end rotunda of the Institute of Theology at the University of Silesia in Katowice, Poland. The building from the outside looked pretty much like any other European university location. Old stone walls and domed sections of a metal seam roof. Tiny stained glass windows in the domes to let light in and fairly standard wooden framed ones throughout the rest of the building.

Inside were statues of any number of saints of the Christian church, and one wall had a replica of the Black Madonna of Częstochowa icon in an elaborate frame. Old and slightly worn upholstered chairs and side tables dotted the rooms around the entrance, and row after row of book cases lined the walls, each of them holding tomes that could sing if held in the right hands. You were lucky enough to pick up one book and felt its story unfold as you waited for Father Zielinski, your contact on this rather blustery November afternoon. He had been in touch with a SHIELD contact that worked with The Vatican, and Peggy and Howard dispatched you to retrieve this particular 084, an object of unknown origin. The priest, a balding man in his 70s who reminded you of that other famous Catholic son of Poland who now sat at the Holy See in Rome, refused to hand you the thing until you were outside the building. He and his colleagues were that scared of it.

“We should head outside,” the priest said quietly as you both made your way to the main doors at the east end of the building, but the sound of screams stopped Zielinski in his tracks. You pushed the priest down as you pulled your shield from your back rig and used it to send a volley of bullets back toward the gunman that had fired them.

“Hurry!” you said as you grabbed Zielinski’s hand and practically pulled him up the stairs to the third floor of the building. With a shove of the door at the top, you stood in front of one of the dormer windows that lead to the place on the roof where workmen would go to make repairs. Zielinski was winded, and you knew dragging him along would slow you down. “Please, give me the package, and get out of here. I can hold him off.”

You could tell Zielinski didn’t want to hand you the knife, but he finally shoved it into your hand. “It is possessed. It is a demon blade,” he said as he unwrapped it as it rested in the palm of your hand, but you felt no evil coming from the weapon as you held it.

The only evil you felt was from the HYDRA assassin who made his way up the staircase, shooting holes in the ceiling above him as he went. As the bullets exited onto your level, one hit Zielinski in the leg and sent him sprawling to the floor. When the door burst open, you saw the assassin’s metal arm and knew this was not going to end easily or well for yourself or the priest.

“Of course they’d send you after this damned thing,” you grunted as The Winter Solider leveled his rifle at Zieliski and shot him in the head. The Fist of HYDRA, as he had been called since SHIELD first found out about him, had been more ghost story than flesh and blood assailant until now.

You held up your shield, known as The Groaner because of the terrifying sound it made when reflecting attacks, and it did stop a few of his bullets before he switched tactics and lunged at you, his dagger already plunged into your right arm before you could block it. “I wish my Russian wasn’t so rusty. Maybe we could talk like adults,” you said as you winced when he pulled his knife out. Then he rammed you with his metal arm, tossing you out the dormer window and onto a car below.

You landed with a crash, and you felt the glass from the windshield digging into your arms, legs and back. As blood streamed in rivulets around your body, you kept looking up at the man’s face as he leaned out the window. He had goggles and a face mask on, so you had no damned clue who he was. If you could make eye contact, you might be able to get into his mind and slow him down a step or two. Fat chance of that happening unless you could get the goggles off him.

You lifted yourself off the car and shot back up to the rooftop. Well, shot might have been a bit of an exaggeration, but you did manage to get airborne without the use of your wings. Gravity and wind currents could be marvelous things at times.

You held the dagger given to you by Zielinski in your right hand and blasted back through the window, planting your shield into the midsection of The Winter Soldier and pushing him back a bit. He must have weighed a lot more than you expected because of that metal arm of his. He didn’t move more than a few inches when you hit him, and that was not going to be helpful at all in this fight.

As you tried to hit him in the face with The Groaner, HYDRA’s most lethal operative grabbed your right arm and swung you back toward the opposite wall. You used the momentum to twist backward, the supposed demon blade exposed and soon embedded in his chest, close to his heart but not piercing it. You wanted to leave. You didn’t want to kill him. You had no damned clue why, though.

That was likely the only mistake the assassin would give you in this battle.

He was fast and soon had the demon dagger plunged into your chest, right through your heart. If he had not been wearing the goggles and mask, you might have been able to see his expression as you smirked and pulled it out.

“Nice try, but not playing anymore, chudovishche.”

Monster. That is the only Russian word that popped into your head when it came to this attacker. After what he had done to Zielinski, he could only be called a monster.

As you held this relic in your hands, you finally noticed it was a very ornate blade with a hilt studded with emeralds. From your experience, demons didn’t usually pick emeralds as power stones. These gems were used to promote unconditional love and friendship. This dagger was something else entirely, and you prayed you’d be able to figure it out once you got out of this place.

And, oh boy, get out of it you did as The Winter Soldier grabbed you by the neck with his titanium hand and shoved you back out the window onto a slanted part of the metal roof. You could hear people screaming below as you dangled in mid-air.

You might not have been able to fully walk into his mind, but a speedy mental attack would likely break The Winter Soldier’s concentration enough to get you out of this mess. {{I said I am not playing! Let me go, you bastard!}} you screamed in his mind, and it sent the assassin tumbling out of the window after you. He planted himself on a workman’s ledge as you fought to catch your breath and not hit the bystanders at the same time.

You were finally able to take a deep breath and unfurl your raven-hued wings as you flew at The Winter Soldier and pushed him close to the edge of the roof. Your hands were bathed in energy that was as green as the stones in the dagger’s hilt, and you held the blade close as you gave one mighty blast of energy to get this madman off the roof and send him to his own death. You were learning, all too slowly, that he had to be taken off the playing field now.

Your energy set off something in the blade, and you were both tossed backward, his goggles now askew on his face as he held onto a small railing and tried to hoist himself back up. The dagger was floating in air between the two of you.

“Shite,” you muttered as you went to reach for the blade, but your hand passed right through it.

“What did you do to me?” The Winter Soldier said in perfect American English. Perfect English with the slightest accent. A Brooklyn accent. “Bitch.”

He, too, went for the blade, but his hand was as intangible as yours was.

This was no demonic weapon. It also didn’t seem to be a weapon of holy design either. You were familiar with the Warhost of Heaven, and this did not seem to be one of their armaments.

“Great,” you mumbled as you looked at your HYDRA counterpart once more. If you were going to make a move to take this man out, now was the time. You closed your eyes and reached out with the power of The Morrigan, feeling your way into his mind as the powers of the Goddess took over.

You hated doing these sorts of stunts, even if the person you were doing it to was an opponent. But you had to know why HYDRA wanted this dagger. And you wanted to find out how much this man knew about you. You soon realized this was not an ordinary grab for a relic. It was much more complicated than that.

“I know you,” he said as his eyes suddenly glowed with the same green energy that surrounded the blade. “That’s why they sent me after you. They thought you were dead, but here you are. The knife is a bonus. I knew you…Whip and Fiddle…that terrible whiskey…Dum Dum's stupid bowler hat...they were all idiots...”

“Bucky,” you whispered as blood started to run down your face from your nose. You were feeling his pain as you kept trying to reach into his mind and pull the man you knew out. Your eyes were as glowing green as his were at this point, and you really could see the horrors he had been through. “We thought you died. We all did. Steve tried to find you, wanted to find you. I should have made them send me out, but they were afraid HYDRA would get me…”

Tears started to fill your eyes as you tried to find the best path through Bucky’s shattered mind to help him break whatever had been done to him, but the HYDRA scientists had been much too thorough in their work on him. Soon his eyes were rolling back in his head, and he started to convulse as the energy around him faded. You really were killing him, and you were afraid you couldn’t stop it now.

“No. I’m sorry. I am so sorry,” you said as you reached out for him with your hand as you stopped your mental attack. You were starting to become tangible again, and you feared that had to be a very bad sign in this instance. The energy around the blade fluxed again and sent you flying backward until your head snapped as you hit another part of the metal seam roof near the dome. If you had been anyone else, you’d have been dead, but the Goddess, as always, had other plans for you.

As you winced, you saw The Winter Soldier roll off the roof and land in some bushes below. He looked up once, and that was all The Morrigan needed to see to take control of the situation for good this time.

{{We are not staying here}} she whispered in your mind as she took control of your body and opened a portal. {{He doesn’t remember you the way you want him to. And you are no good to me dead. The blade comes with us, and with any luck, the Trickster can tell us what it is}}

As the portal opened, the last thing you saw was The Winter Soldier leveling a rocket launcher at the swirling strands of green energy. You fell through the portal and landed in Heimdall’s chamber at the foot of the Bifrost. As you got up, The Morrigan retreated as Heimdall sent the call to Loki and Frigga that they had a guest.

“Slowly, little goddess,” Heimdall said as you tried to get to your feet. “Who tried to kill you this time?”

“Love did, Heimdall. And I am not sure if I will survive this heartbreak this time,” you replied as he helped you get to your feet so you could make your way to Loki. If anyone could figure out this dagger, he could.

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[karimac]

…Turn of the Wheel: If only in my dreams

Dedicated to my mother, a member of the US Women’s Army Corps during and after World War II, who played “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” on a tiny Victrola in her German barracks as she thought of her family back in Wisconsin.

Warnings: pretty much none on this one. Maybe a tiny bit of angst and a ton of fluff

A/N: I have no idea which Avengers might be musically inclined, so I sort of made up a bit of that thanks to the fact, as far as I know, Chris Evans plays piano, Paul Rudd plays drums and Jeremy Renner plays guitar. I do not play any instruments, so if I muff something, my apologies in advance.

Hickory, the cat mentioned in this story, was my cat who passed away several years ago. I miss his sunny little self.

This has not been beta read, so all mistakes are my own.

Word count: 5.8K

Banner artwork credit: Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay

Team Cap had been on the run for the better part of forever it seemed as the calendar suddenly got to the final month of the year. The thought of not being somewhere at least a tad less grungy than the hotels you all had been hiding out in made your stomach churn. You knew Sam would have loved to be back in Louisiana with his sister Sarah, and Steve wanted nothing more than to check in on Bucky in Wakanda and bring him a tiny bit of normalcy and Christmas cheer.

“What’s eating you?” Natasha asked as you looked out of the window of the hotel where you were currently holed up. “Too much cheesy commercialism out there for you?” she added as she pulled back the curtain and gazed at the street below where kids were running up to a corner Santa who was standing in front of a small local department store.

“No, Nat, just the opposite,” you said as you got up from your window seat and started to pace the worn floorboards of the room you were sharing at the moment. “And I need to fix it by Christmas Eve if I can. I may not be able to get Bruce or Thor here, and Tony and Rhodey are never going to agree to this, but I’ll see who I can muster…”

“Whoa. Slow down a second,” the Widow said as you started to pace a little more frantically. “Fix what? Do you mean the Accords?”

“No, I mean Christmas. This is just wrong,” you muttered as you reached for your jacket and backpack before opening a portal. “I’ll be back. I have to make sure my old safe house is still, well, safe.”

“Wait!” Natasha said as your portal snapped shut behind you. You were not about to be talked out of this one.

“What do you mean you have a safe house? Are you suddenly Nick Fury’s best girl?” Sam asked as you looked at him, Steve, Natasha, Wanda and Vision. Your arms were crossed, and you were pissed beyond words at the comment. You never told them about how you and Nick met in the first place, and now was not the time to do it. So you grunted and started to open a portal.

“If I might ask, will we be getting any of your family in trouble if you do this, Miss MacOrish?” Vision asked as you stopped and let the portal slowly close.

“Vision, my blood family died out a very long time ago, and I am going to make sure we go nowhere near anyone who means anything to me at the moment. Sorry, but the compound in Ireland is off limits for now. Maybe one day I’ll get to take you all back home. I’d like that.”

“Then where is this safe house exactly?” Steve asked as you opened the portal fully this time and motioned for the others to step through it. “Where it needs to be,” you said with a wink as there was a shout of “Steve!” from the middle of the room. “Bucky?” Rogers asked as he looked at you, and all you could do was smile as he ran to his childhood friend.

The look on both men’s faces was worth all the time you had spent in your safe house tucked in a little corner between space and time. Bucky looked more rested, but he still had only one arm, so you wondered how things were actually going in his deprogramming and rehabilitation. You’d never pry, but you prayed he was making progress and would soon be leading whatever life he wanted and not what governments or madmen demanded of him.

“I still do not understand how this works, brother,” Shuri could be heard saying as she walked with T’Challa, Okoye and Ayo toward where Steve and Bucky stood chatting. “We are still in Wakanda, but we aren’t.”

“What did you do?” Natasha asked as you leaned against a wall near the portal and snapped your fingers. The room, which had been rather dark and plain looking until this point, suddenly burst into light as a tree laden with gifts stood in the far left corner. A table covered with more than enough food for this small army was on the right side of the room, and it would have made your family proud to witness this gathering.

There were plush chairs, sofas and small tables with candles dotting the room, and a fireplace was crackling with a warm glow, but everyone just stood there looking at you, waiting for an explanation of how and why this was actually happening.

“I told Natasha I wanted to fix Christmas, so I did, just not as much as I wanted to…” you said as your usual jeans, scuffed boots and sweater were replaced by a more holiday appropriate short dress of green velvet. “Sam, I couldn’t risk bringing any family members here. I’m sorry.”

“I’d rather keep Sarah safe,” Sam said as you gave him a hug.

“But, we can work on a way to get you two in the same place when you feel it is safe,” you sighed as you tried not to cry at the thought of the siblings being separated. “I did manage to get these two here with little trouble, at least for a few hours.”

“She’s crazy, but I’m glad she did this!” Clint Barton yelled as he ran over and gave Nat a hug, and Scott Lang just stood to the side, shaking his head as he looked to see that his ankle monitor was still functioning.

“I told you how this works, guys. You are not breaking any rules on my watch,” were the only words you got out before Steve walked over and put his hand on your shoulder. “How did you do this?” he asked as he shot you one of his patented “I’m an old man, so indulge me” looks. The fact he was really a kid in comparison to you made you chuckle.

“It’s simple magical metaphysics,” you said with a smirk as you pointed toward a table with drinks on it. “The Science Brothers do not have the market on cool things, Steve. I just made sure my pocket dimension vault extended to Wakanda, Clint’s farm and Scott’s house. I do have one corner in New York as well so I can get things from my bakery as needed. And yes, a tiny bit is in Ireland. If you look out that window over there, that is my family home in Kildare. I needed it to be anchored to a place that means the world to me and to my better portion. I just can’t walk you into my home without making things problematic. Now, perhaps you’d like to make a toast, Steve? Or maybe it can wait until everyone is here.”

“What is that aroma? It smells wonderful,” Okoye asked as you suddenly ran back toward the food table and straight past it into what looked like a black hole. “Cristiano! Thank you!” you shouted as you turned back around and walked back out with a large platter of seafood paella. “Cris dropped off the paella his family makes for the holiday, and he brought more dessert!”

The refrains of The Waitresses’ “Christmas Wrapping” played in the background, the first of many songs you had on your holiday playlist for the ages that pumped through the speakers of the room, and you smiled as you saw everyone actually enjoying themselves for what was likely the first time in ages. You had Hanukkah songs, songs that were more pagan in flavor for Yule and tons of Christmas classics at the ready. You just wanted everyone to have a moment’s peace.

The food covered any and all things that you felt would be celebratory dishes for the four corners of the globe that were the homes to your friends. Turkey, ham, seafood dishes and other more vegetarian fare were set up in buffet style, and there was a separate table for desserts near the tree. As far as you knew, all the bases were covered.

“My grandfather told me about the red haired goddess who landed in the middle of a Wakandan field before I was born,” T’Challa said as he came over to where you were fussing with the large bowl of mulled claret, your favorite holiday beverage. You smiled at the king and bowed slightly as he mentioned his grandfather Azzuri. “I never thought I would see you in my time on the throne, and yet, here you are.”

“People like me are very hard to kill, your majesty, so I have seen many a dynasty in my day,” you said as you offered T’Challa his choice of beverage from the table. Not everyone enjoyed alcohol, and mulled claret did not bring joy to all those offered the spiced ruby wine. “Henry the Eighth and his daughter Elizabeth are two others I had the pleasure of meeting in my time.”

“Whaaa? You knew Henry the Eighth?” Scott asked as he came up behind you and T’Challa. “And you kept your head?”“Henry liked my sister Dana, but never enough to bed her, thank heaven!” you replied as you sipped your claret. “They used to play a card game called primo. And Elizabeth had issues with an Irish pirate queen named Grainne Mhaol. Grace O’Malley to those who do not speak Irish. I had a vested interest in making sure the peace was kept.”

“Back to Henry,” Scott said as he dug into the roast turkey and stuffing that he picked from the buffet. “Was he always so…well…”

“Heavy set? A megalomaniac? What?” you asked as you sighed. “I remember the Henry who loved to hunt, dance and sing. The one who wrote his own songs. The one who loved life. Once he had Anne Boleyn beheaded, that all went out the window. She was not a witch, even if she was called one by those who hated that she did not have a son. Her death made it hard for those of us who were, so we fled. I often wonder if staying would have changed things at all. I guess that’s the down side of a long life. Too much time to ponder what might have been.”

In that instant you glanced toward Steve and Bucky. That pair personified “what might have been” in your life more than Henry or anyone in his court had back in the day. But today was not the time to sit and deconstruct that long, winding saga. New Year’s Eve would be here soon, and that would be time enough to dig up your past and have a good cry on your own with a small tub of whatever ice cream struck your fancy.

“Why don’t you go over and talk to him later?” Wanda asked as Vision hung back for a moment. She had snuck up behind you when Scott was asking about Henry. “I’m sure he would enjoy the company.”

“Oh, I’m not so sure about that, Wanda,” you answered as you turned to her and then Scott and T’Challa, biting your lip as you held your glass of claret. “Our history is much more complicated than I’ve been able to explain to anyone, and unless he says I can, I don’t feel it is my place to, as they say it now, spill the tea. That can wait for another time.”

And you were not about to go see what he and Steve were actually chatting about at the moment. But you did see Sam walk over to them and then all three sort of stared at you before turning back toward the tree in the corner.

“See? Not the time yet,” you said with a laugh to Wanda, T’Challa and Scott before you noticed a ripple in the portal that still stood in a far corner of the room.

“Who in the hell makes it so complicated to come to a Christmas party? I mean, I know I’m supposed to be dead to the world, but this is ridiculous.”

“Nicholas! Maria!” you shouted as Fury and Hill made their way into the gathering, both looking a bit bewildered by the route you had used to get them there. “And Steve, before you say a word, this was easier than what these two wanted to do to get you intel. Trust me.”

“Cranky old woman,” Fury muttered as you stood there and glared at him.

“Who helped you get your job with SHIELD, Nick? Or haven’t you told everyone that story a million times by now?”

“What?” Natasha spouted as she and Clint got up from one of the sofas you had placed around the party area. “Wait. It was always whispered in those wonderful group events that Carter and Stark had help setting up SHIELD. You?”

“Bucky was always considered the first SHIELD agent,” Maria Hill said as she got a glass of wine, “but Kari was one of the Big Three at the start…”

“And that’s why Hank Pym knows you! But not you!” Scott shouted as he set down his plate and danced around like he had just won the lottery. “I mean he always calls you by a different name. That pirate lady you mentioned. O’Malley!”

“I was married to a Scotland Yard detective named Thomas O’Malley. That was in the late 1800s. Many people know me by Red O’Malley. Hank Pym is one of them. Hank and Howard always kept butting heads. They drove me crazy. I actually knew Tony as a toddler.”

You could see Bucky looking away at the mention of the Stark family, and you could have kicked yourself for that stupid line of party chatter.

“But I am sure you don’t want to hear all that. Nor do you want to hear about any missions I ran for Peggy. Not tonight anyway,” you said as you tried to change the subject. You crossed over to Bucky and whispered, “I’m so sorry. I’m an idiot,” as you put your hand on his shoulder for a minute before letting it go. “Age doesn’t make one brilliant at times. I’m living proof of that. Now, do you recognize this piano?”

An ancient upright was near the window that looked out into Ireland, and it was indeed quite familiar to the captain and the sergeant. “This is the one from The Whip and Fiddle. Do any of you play?”

“I don’t think anyone plays this,” Nat said as she held up a violin, and your face turned bright red. “Of course. You do.”

“Yes, but I hadn’t hauled that out of storage, so I have a funny feeling I know how it got here,” you said as you picked up the bow and violin and watched as Steve took to the piano bench and Clint picked up a guitar you had leaning next to one of the couches. Scott found something that made you tear up for a minute. “And that drum as well. That belonged to one of my brothers. Donal. He’d be happy to know someone is going to use it again.”

The tunes that filled the air were old and cozy as they rose and fell with every note. “Jingle Bells” gave way to “We Wish You a Merry Christmas” and then to “I’ll Be Home for Christmas.” How you wished that could have been true for everyone in the room, but even your best efforts fell woefully short in your eyes as you got to the song’s refrain of “if only in my dreams.” That stung a bit more than you had imagined it would.

{{Maybe this was a really stupid idea after all}} you thought as you set down your violin and got up as the others set their instruments aside as well.

“You know, I find it fascinating that humans will do so much and then still find fault in what they have done,” Vision said as you stopped for a moment to dry your eyes. “I guess it is that drive for perfection that can never be fully realized.”

“Vision, I’m measuring today against all the holidays that passed in that grand hall in my home in Kildare. We would have all 13 of us siblings, our parents, aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents all jammed in those walls, and we’d celebrate Yule for days. Whatever I did today is just that. One day. I can’t fix the Accords. I can’t convince Tony or Rhodey that there is a way forward. I’m worried for that poor young man that Tony brought to that fight in Berlin. And everyone here deserves to be home and not hunted by some misguided people in power. I could close my eyes and let The Morrigan loose, and she could just upend this all and shape the world to her vision, but I won’t do that. I can’t do that. And while this might be lovely, it is only gossamer. Fleeting at best. And I owe everyone so much more…”

“You did this back when that piano was new,” Bucky said, walking over as he held a glass of whiskey in his hand. “Maybe, for one day, give it a rest. I’m fine. We’re all fine. The rest will take care of itself.”

“If Thor were here, he’d be holding mistletoe over them right now,” you heard Nat saying to Clint as Nick and Maria joined them. “And she’d just walk away, like she is doing now. Stubborn.”You turned and looked at the quartet and shook your head. Bucky Barnes did not need to get more tangled up in your life than he already was. No one was going to hear about Katowice, Poland tonight if you could help it. That nightmare would have to be addressed eventually, but not during a party.

“Grandma, why are you being so you tonight?” Nick asked as he finished the last of his scotch. “Lighten up.”

You growled at the former SHIELD director as you turned on your heel, grabbed another glass of mulled claret and then pivoted to face the lot of them. “This night is for all of you. Just think of me as the caterer and party planner.”

“Holy…where did that come from?” Scott yelped as he went to sit on one of the sofas and felt a big box on the cushion. “What the hell?” you muttered as you stomped over to the sofa, not one bit pleased with this nonsense. “My siblings are not above a stunt or two tonight, I see.”

“I thought you said your family was all dead?” Vison asked as you opened the box and found a bunch of old ornaments and trimmings that had been in the last of the family holiday gear that you skipped for this night.

“But dead in my world and dead in yours are very different things,” you said as you pointed to a large mirror hanging over the fireplace. “Because of the deal my grandmother made at my birth, my family has a special place in the afterlife. I can talk to them, and they can make their presence felt here. Meet my family, or at least my brothers and sisters.”

A throng of people seemed to be jostling for position inside the mirror as a petite, wavy haired blonde in a burgundy velvet gown with golden trim on the sleeves made it to the front of the pack. “Blessed Yule, Kiki,” she said as she held a gray Persian cat in her arms. That was her familiar Periwinkle.“Blessed Yule, Roz and all!” you shouted back as you heard a whoop from the back of the group in the mirror. “Donal, enough of the party pranks.”

“Kiki? Roz?” Scott asked as you laughed, handing out more ornaments to everyone in the room. “That sounds like the characters in ‘Grease’!”

“Kiki is my nickname, and Roz is short for Roslea. You won’t remember all of them, folks, so don’t stress about it. Now, to humor the lot of them, would you mind putting those ornaments on the tree? That was one family tradition from the 1800s that they apparently felt I could not live without. This and the singing before.”

As you and the team hung the ornaments, you went over the names of the lot of your siblings. Brothers Branan, Cormac, Rory, Caedmon, Ewan, Keir, Malachi and Donal all moved in and out of view before sisters Roslea, Dana, Hayley and Adaryn all moved to the front.

“Branan is your twin, right?” Wanda asked as she slipped a small orange glass bird onto a branch. “And who is the youngest?”“That would be Hayley, the sculptor,” you said with a soft sigh. “That is a very long story. Maybe not tonight, but I will tell you, Wanda, and anyone else who cares to hear it.”

“We should let you get back to your night, Little Sister. Blessed Yule to you all,” Cormac said as the mirror started to shimmer and stopped showing what was happening in the place your family called Annwyn.

“But, you’re the oldest, right?” Scott asked as you laughed again. “He means my height. I’m the shortest of the brood,” you said as you noticed the ornament Bucky had picked out. It was a snowflake made of Beleek china that you had been gifted a very long time ago by someone very dear to your heart. It was nice to see it go on a tree once more.

The group seemed to swarm the dessert table en masse, and Scott seemed pleased that he had gotten a huge piece of pumpkin pie before seeing a cake that Clint was giving the once over. “What is this? It smells like Jameson’s,” Clint said as he cut a piece. “Should I set it on fire?”

“It isn’t a plum pudding. It’s Irish fruit cake,” you said as Clint suddenly set down the plate. “You can’t compare it to the American version. This one won’t cause you to visit the dentist soon. It’s a soft cake.”

Clint took a very small piece and tasted it, giving a thumbs up before cutting a bigger slice. “I forget your other life is baking.”

“Sometimes I forget, too,” you said as you turned to hand a plate with a fruit tartlet to Ayo. It was then that you saw a small orange streak run over to the tree. “Gifts! Before more dessert, we should at least hand them out. Especially so this munchkin doesn’t rip all the paper first! You can open them now or wait. Whatever works. But Clint and Scott, I have ones for your families, too.”

“Is that your familiar?” Vision asked as you walked over and picked up the orange tabby cat. “Not exactly, Vision. While Hickory here could be my familiar, he’s simply my cat. And he loves to snoop.”

“Are these gifts, well, safe for kids?” Clint asked as he shook one box for Nathaniel. “As far as I know, DUPLO is safe for little kids,” you said as you set Hickory down on a chair, walked over to the tree and took out the boxes. “A sweater for Lila. A jacket for Cooper. Books for all three of them as well. And something I think Laura will like for the house. No weapons. No explosives. Your family is not my family. I know that. And Scott, I got Cassie this weird little stuffed animal. A unicorn platypus or something. It’s cute and cuddly, and there is a book that goes with it. And before you ask, all bought with cash. Nothing can get traced.”

You saw Nat give Nick a look that would have slayed most men, and whatever he was about to say stayed in his throat.

“And you can take food back with you. There is more than enough here. I’m just going to seal this all up later anyway. I don’t dare leave it all connected. I wish I could.”

“I still don’t get one thing,” Maria said as she shook the box in her hands. “You did all this so we could all be together. And you tried to get Stark and Rhodes here, too? And that kid?”

“Yes, but, well, Tony is still ticked because I wasn’t there to heal Rhodey,” you said as you tried to look at anything but a person. “I can’t say he’s wrong. He blames me for everything right now. I just don’t think he’d have liked how I might have fixed things before that fight. And as for Spider-Man, well, I did manage to make his holiday a bit merrier. I’ll leave it at that.”

You had made sure a few gifts were going to be dropped off at the Parker apartment in Queens. It really was the least you could do. You’d tried with Tony and Rhodey, but pushing harder would have caused an international incident.

“As for what you all are getting, not to sound too creepy, but you are all getting parts of my past,” you said as Shuri shot you the weirdest of looks as she opened her gift. “My brother Caedmon was a bit of an evolutionary science buff as well as physician for our clan. Those were some of his notes from his studies with Darwin.”

“And this?” Clint asked as he unpacked an ancient bow, quiver and arrows. “Robin Hood was your bff?”

“No, but my brother Keir was an archer as well as a financial wizard. Those were his when he was part of the guard at the Hill of Tara, just like our father before him. And that pistol, Nat, comes from the first time I lived in New York City, back when the Five Points section was the center of Irish life in America. It’s a pearl handled, four barrel pepperbox. You can still get ammo for it.”

Nat cracked a smile as she held the diminutive pistol in her hand. “Nice and discreet. I’m impressed. Thank you.”

“Why are you playing Oprah with all your stuff?” Nick asked before you handed him his box. “You not telling us something? I thought you couldn’t die?”

“Oh, I came close a few times,” you said as you winked at Bucky. “I can die. You know that. But, no, I am not dying. This is simply my way of saying how much you all mean to me. I’m sure I’m being too sentimental for all of you, but tough.”

“This thing better not be bomb parts,” Nick grumbled as he opened his gift to find a SHIELD Holy Grail of sorts. “If Coulson were still with us, he’d have fought you for that. Some of the original, handwritten notes and drawings for the first SSR bases and weapons. Howard and Peggy made notations on most of those. You may have the digital copies, but I thought you’d appreciate the coffee-stained originals. Now for you two,” you said as you looked at Steve and Bucky.

“Oh no, you got them some weird old car or something? Motorcycle with a side car? Sleeping gowns with those goofy hats?” Sam laughed as you shook your head and handed both super soldiers overly large rectangular boxes.

“Those were not all in my possession, but I tracked the rest down thanks to the families of the Howling Commandos. The principal at Midtown School of Science and Technology in the city is the grandson of Jim Morita. He was very helpful. He got in touch with people, and they were able to get me copies of the old photos I am sure you guys never got the pleasure of seeing very long. A tiny bit of your history that I had the honor of witnessing.”

There were maps, notes, posters of Steve’s USO tour, photos and a few other odd mementos you were able to purchase for this gift. You were sure it was a dud because both men said nothing.

“Wait,” Bucky said as he pulled out a small envelope. “What’s this?”

“Something you can look at later. Notes I jotted down from my time with you guys before the train. I thought it might help in your work in Wakanda,” you said as you took a deep breath and tried not to burst into tears. “I can’t do much else to help, but I wanted to do something.”

“Thank you,” Steve said first as Bucky joined in with a nod. “I hadn’t seen this photo of Peggy and me in ages. I’m surprised you found it.”

“I’m a pack rat,” you said as you motioned for everyone else to open their gifts. “And I have connections you would not believe. I mean, besides all of you. I know you are likely wondering why I didn’t just go be with my family on the other side of the mirror for Yule. I only get to see them up close at Samhain. I talk to them a lot, but I can’t just walk up and get a hug or punch one of them in the arm. I may be old as dirt, but being connected still matters.”

“Oh! Magic set! Wait…Houdini?” Scott asked as he opened his box.

“No, Dai Vernon, the Canadian master of slight of hand. You could not beat The Professor for his card tricks. I didn’t think you’d want to lock yourself up in chains and submerge yourself in a tank.”

“‘The History of the Preternatural World of New Orleans’. This thing weighs a ton,” Sam said as he hefted a book into his hands. “Wait. You know about all that stuff because…”

“I spent a little time there for a few summers before I married my second husband, and I got friendly with the Laveau family. This was one of their books, and they gifted it to me. Who better than a son of Louisiana to hold this tome? I have been to Algiers and frequented the vampire bars. My brother Ewan was a vampire.”

“Holy shit…” Sam said as his eyes grew wide. “No werewolves?”

“A cousin named Conri,” you said as you bowed your head. “Long story there.”

“And where is your gift?” Vision asked as he helped Wanda hook a necklace you had gifted to her. It had belonged to your Aunt Fachtna.

“I’ll get to that in a minute. Wanda, that necklace should help you focus your powers a bit in the field. My mother’s older sister used it for that purpose, and I thought the ruby stone would work well with your power signature. Vision, I am not sure if I did those properly, but if I didn’t we can work on making those files on the mystic world work with your systems. Putting it in a pocket watch likely seems weird, but my brother Rory always used the watch to take things with him and avoid detection.”

“You didn’t answer Vision’s question,” Bucky said as he still held the envelope. “Your gift this year?”

“That’s easy. This night is my gift. I had a night with the staff at the bakery when this was all set up, and one with the folks who take care of my home and business in Kildare, so I got to spend time with everyone I care about. I can’t ask for more. Now, the clock is ticking, and I think Clint and Scott need to head home. Last call?”

T’Challa looked at Okoye and Ayo as they opened boxes with Celtic spears that you had from your days when you were in King Azzuri’s court, while the king held a set of daggers you had made back in the day that incorporated vibranium with mystic glass elements.

“The weight on this seems impossible,” Ayo noted as she twirled her spear. “Heavy on a thrust, but light when held.”

“More mystic metaphysics,” you said as you pointed toward the tip. “It’s because of the jewel in the blade. It harnesses energy in ways that don’t make sense to modern science.”

“One more song?” Maria asked as she flipped through the notes you had taken during your missions for Peggy. It was the companion piece to Nick’s gift, as it were.

The sound system cranked up another version of “I’ll Be Home for Christmas” as everyone got ready to leave. This time it didn’t seem to sting quite so much as you got to the end of the song. You just hoped that next year would be kinder to everyone that had gathered there, and you prayed that maybe you could actually talk to Bucky once his deprogramming was complete.

“I’ll be back with you guys as soon as I break off the connections,” you told Nat as you turned to see Bucky walk out behind T’Challa, Okoye, Ayo and Shuri. He turned and nodded to you one more time, and Nat tried to shove you back toward him, but you just stopped and waved.

“We have a lot to suss out, Nat. He needs to take care of himself first,” you said as you turned to your friend and smiled. “We have time.”

“Famous last words,” she replied as she walked out behind Wanda, Vision, Steve and Sam. Nick and Maria had left shortly after Clint and Scott, so you were alone once more.

You waved your hand to start breaking the spell that connected your vault to all the points you needed tonight, but you stopped in front of a mirror and used it to gaze at a few other important points you had been watching. One was the Parker apartment in Queens, and they seemed to be enjoying their holiday mystery gifts. The other was the Avengers Compound in upstate New York.

“Rhodey! Who sent that box?” you heard Tony ask as Pepper handed him a large juice drink.

“Who do you think?” Rhodey replied as he set down the festively wrapped package in front of Stark.

“No. You are kidding me. I told her no,” Tony muttered as he drank from his glass. “She is stubborn. Never listens.”

“Relax, it isn’t ticking,” Rhodey replied as he opened the box. “That’s weird. A glass ball?”

“Don’t you mean a crystal ball? I’ve seen Kari use this,” Pepper commented as she sat down. “Wait. There’s a note taped to the box lid.”

Pepper took the note and read it aloud. “One day you may need me. Even if you don’t want to, speak into the ball, and I’ll be there. And for what it’s worth, I am sorry.”

You saw Tony roll his eyes as he put the ball on his bookshelf. It wasn’t a “come home” invitation, but it wasn’t a “drop dead” brick through your window either. That in and of itself was a gift.

As you shut off the lights in your pocket dimension vault, you smiled a little bit. Maybe one day you would all sit at the same table again? It all depended on Tony coming around to the facts that Bucky had no control over his actions that fateful day and that Steve really had the best of intentions when he kept his mouth shut about it all.

“If only in my dreams…” you sang as you headed out to where Steve and the others were now. “If only in my dreams.”

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Snapshots of fics to come...

Since my refrigerator is not coming until the end of the month now (thank you supply chain woes), here are the first three pieces I will be calling Snapshots. No warnings for these beyond some movie-level violence, but I am putting them in the 18+/minors DNI category because they will show up in either the "...in the details" or "...turn of the wheel" series down the line.

You were on your back, your armor dented and splattered with blood, looking up at a woman who was staring at you as you tried to get your bearings.

“What on Earth are you doing, and where did you come from?” she asked as you got to your feet, sword in your hand and a string of Irish curses flying off your tongue. “Stop! I am unarmed, and you are apparently quite lost,” the brunette woman, a Brit dressed in some sort of military uniform, yelled as you prepared to take a swing at her with your blade. It was only then that you noticed the green glow forming just behind her. The demons you had been running from were getting ready to haul you back into the rift between realms, and you could not have that happen.

“Move!” you shouted as you ran past her and plunged your blade into the chest of what could only be called a zombie knight, ripping the sword upward and turning it to slice its head off.

--First meeting with Peggy Carter, outside the Whip & Fiddle, London, during World War II

As you stood on the roof of the building housing the Institute of Theology at the University of Silesia in Katowice, you clutched the dagger that had been given to you by Father Zielinski after you both made a mad dash to evade the Hydra agent that had been sent to get the relic. The poor priest swore it was a demon blade, but you felt no evil coming from the weapon as you held it.

The only evil you felt was from the assassin as he grabbed your arm and yanked you back, the blade exposed and soon embedded in his chest, close to his heart but not piercing it. You wanted to leave. You didn’t want to kill him. You had no damned clue why, though.

But he was fast and soon had the dagger plunged into your chest, right through your heart. If he had not been wearing a mask, you might have been able to see his expression as you smirked and pulled it out.

--The fight with The Winter Soldier, Katowice, Poland, 20 years before The Battle of New York

“What in the name of Odin were you doing on a roof in Poland, lunging at a madman with that tiny knife?” Loki asked as he tried to get you to sit still long enough to look at the nasty incision said knife made when the aforementioned madman stabbed you with it. “It is beautiful,” he said as he held the blade in his hands. The emeralds in the hilt reflected the light of the Asgardian sunset very well as the shimmers bounced off the wall of the chamber where you were sitting at the moment.

“It was the one who fell off the train. It was Barnes, but I have no damned clue how he survived,” you said as you winced while Loki poked and prodded you.

“Wait. It was him? Back from the dead? And he did this to you? I thought you two had a thing back in the day,” Loki said as he looked at the incision. It was healing, but he could tell you were far from whole. “You can’t save him. You owe him nothing. He could have killed you. And where would your goddess go then?”

--Comfort and aid from Loki after your encounter with The Winter Soldier in Katowice, Poland, 20 years before the Battle of New York

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...turn of the wheel: just another New Year's Eve

Warnings: pretty much none on this one. Maybe a tiny bit of angst and fluff. The start of something more between a certain goddess' avatar and the White Wolf of Wakanda.

A/N: Wanted to do something to mark the New Year, and this is what came across the screen.

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

Banner artwork credit: Image by S. Hermann & F. Richter from Pixabay

Word count: approx. 935 words

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You were perfectly happy not doing anything this New Year’s Eve. Helping to get the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree back where it should be standing after Clint and his new protégé Kate had sent it sprawling was all the holiday season excitement you needed this year.

Your buzzer went off, and you were a bit surprised when Bucky’s voice came over the line. You thought he’d be down in Delacroix with Sam, Sarah and the boys, but for some reason he stayed in New York.

“I really didn’t think you’d be here,” Bucky said as you let him into your place. “Figured you’d be in Ireland. I’m not even sure why I came.”

“Well, you’re here now, so you might as well sit down and have a drink,” you said as you handed him a Five Lamps Irish beer before he sat down on the floral sofa in your living room. Your apartment screamed old school style except for your tech, so he didn't seem too put off by anything yet. “Here’s to the next year not sucking so damned much,” you said as you clinked your bottle with his before you settled into the sage green plush chair to the right of the sofa.

“I thought I was the grumpy one,” he said as he looked at the bottle before taking a swig. “The whole tree thing getting to you?” Everyone connected to the Avengers in any capacity called, emailed or texted you about that whole silly affair. “I thought it was cool."

“Would have been cooler if Clint’s new friend hadn’t thought it was a great idea to lower the tree so he could get out. They’re lucky Damage Control didn’t get involved while they were there. Clint told me Natasha’s sister showed up. I’m going to try to track her down…”

Bucky damned near dropped his beer when you mentioned Natasha’s sister. “Yelena? You might want to rethink that, at least for now. I heard why she found Clint. I don’t think you want to walk into that. You have enough going on.”

You knew Bucky meant the aftermath of your little visit to Westview and all the nonsense that happened after Sam took on the mantle of Captain America. There were still things you and Bucky needed to discuss, but you really didn’t want to ring in the New Year by having a verbal brawl with the man.

“Buck, for one night can’t I get blissfully hammered and just forget who and what I am?” you asked as you opened another Five Lamps and prepared to slam it back before Bucky grabbed the bottle. “Get another one if you want.”

“It’s not about me drinking. It’s about you trying to forget. What Bruce and Darcy found in Tony’s archives. What Wong told you. The stuff between us.”

“We tried to kill each other. Makes it no different than what happened with you and Steve, except Steve stopped in time and was able to help you. I damned near fried your brain. I’m not exactly the kind of gal you want to hang around with unless she has your back in a fight. At least I can admit it.”

You looked up at the clock near your computer and saw that it was five minutes until midnight. Oh, how you hated this stupid night and its crazy rituals! And you knew a big one was coming up fast.

“Why the heck did you come here so close to midnight anyway, Buck? I’d hazard a guess, but I’m afraid I might be right, and that scares me more than me being wrong.”

“I needed a friend. One who understands, well, everything,” Bucky muttered as he set down his beer bottle. “The past. My past. What’s ahead of us. Being older than everyone thinks you are. Not exactly being an Avenger when the world thinks otherwise.”

“Move over,” you said as you sat down next to Buck on the sofa. By now your cat Hickory had come out of hiding and was trying to get between you and Bucky on the sofa. His soft purring seemed to ease Bucky's tension a bit, and that made you feel a bit calmer yourself. “I get it. Being alone is not the joy ride people think it is. Look, I am not going to make a lot of crazy promises. They usually bite me on the ass anyway. But whatever this is,” you said as you pointed between the two of you, “well, we’ll figure out what’s going on. Together. I may not be Steve or Sam, but I’ll have your back. Buck, I’m sorry I messed things up so badly. I got scared. I don't come without baggage.”

“Yelling at you in Baltimore wasn’t exactly the best way to make my feelings known,” he said as you heard people shouting in the streets below. “Guess it’s after midnight. Happy New Year, Kari,” he added before he leaned in and placed a quick kiss on your lips. You both blushed as you broke the kiss. “Sorry that I’m out of practice.”

“You are saying it to someone who hasn’t kissed a man since the late 1800s. Remember that," you said with a slight smile. "Let’s take this slowly. Please. Lots of feelings. Plus the Westview stuff. Making my head spin.”

“Slow as you need,” Bucky whispered as he took your hand in his while you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Happy New Year, Buck. Maybe this one won’t be such a mess after all.”

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After only a few more minutes of walking, Lenny finally made it to Clover's. It wasn't very busy but it had a few patrons. "Slater!" There was a car door slam as the girl was addressed, "you're on time!"

Lenny replied with a laugh as she picked up her pace, "only for your, Thompson. Can I put these in your car?" She held up two tote bags, clearly filled with clothes.

"Sure thing," Flash opened the passenger door for her as she approached, "busy morning?"

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