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moony-meadow · 3 years

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The Very Hungry Beelzebub (3)

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“Uhhh…” Beelzebub was frozen. He was clearly unsure whether to reveal everything to Mammon in hopes of getting his help, or concocting some kind of lie to protect both his and my dignity. And I had a feeling that, unlike Mammon, Beel didn’t want to make the decision without getting my approval first.

“It’s okay, Beel, you can tell him,” I sighed. I wasn’t exactly looking forward to finding out what Mammon’s reaction would be. I honestly wasn’t entirely sure what to expect.

Though I couldn’t see it, I could easily imagine the confused expression currently painted on Mammon’s face as he wondered why he’d just heard my disembodied voice. No doubt he was looking around the room, searching for the source of the sound. “Huh? What was that?” he questioned, sounding thoroughly befuddled.

Poor Beel was going to be forced to explain the bizarre situation. Of course, I could try to do it, but it seemed like something that would be more easily done by someone not hidden away inside a stomach.

I could feel Beel take a nervous breath. He was obviously not looking forward to this. Despite being younger (and less powerful) than Mammon, he had never really acted like it. Beel would never take orders from the second oldest, and he showed no qualms about stepping on his toes. But now, he was anxious about admitting the truth to Mammon. What exactly he was afraid of, I didn’t know. Did he think his brother would be angry, or disappointed?

“After I started to recover from being sick, I got hungry...really hungry,” Beel began. “I-I wasn’t in control of myself. I ate everything in the kitchen.” I placed a hand on one of the fleshy walls, hoping it would come across as reassuring. “And then...and then Y/N came in.” He winced as he said it, and honestly, I did too.

“What exactly are ya sayin’?” Mammon’s voice had taken on an edge, a dangerous edge I hadn’t ever heard before.

Beel swallowed hard. “Mammon, I...I shrank Y/N and ate them.” He spit out the last part of the sentence, as if he was worried if he didn’t say it fast enough, he would never say it.

“You what?!” Mammon roared. I heard a commotion, and then suddenly everything around me lurched. I threw my arms out to brace myself against the walls. I definitely had not missed being thrown around like a ragdoll inside someone’s stomach, completely subject to their massive movements. “No, that can’t be right. Y/N has a pact with you. They woulda ordered you to stop.”

I could visualize the kicked puppy look on Beel’s face perfectly as he admitted to what he’d done in his hunger-fueled delirium. “They couldn’t. I put a silencing spell on them.”

More rough movements rocked my world, and then I heard, as well as felt, an echoing slam. I had a suspicion Mammon had just shoved Beel against a wall, which was difficult for me to imagine. I didn’t think I had ever seen him get violent with his brothers, or anyone for that matter.

“Mammon! Relax, I’m fine!” I shouted. The last thing I wanted was for things to get more physical, for my own sake as well as for Beel and Mammon’s. Seeing the brothers bicker and get at each other’s throats was commonplace, but I never enjoyed witnessing them coming to blows.

“Y/N?” Mammon exclaimed, his tone of voice instantly shifting. “Y/N, if you didn’t order Beel not to hurt you then you’re in danger! You’ll get digested--”

“Don’t worry, as soon as I got my voice back I made sure that wouldn’t happen,” I promised. The unfiltered concern in Mammon’s voice was more than a little endearing. The guy was quick to play the aloof, uncaring demon, though of course I knew that was all an act. It was refreshing to hear him being genuine and not attempting to hide his true feelings.

I could feel Beelzebub’s heartbeat begin to come down from its heightened rate as the tension in the room began to lessen. Once again he placed a gentle hand against his stomach, and I reciprocated with my much smaller hand on the other side.

“The only problem is I can’t bring them back up the same way you did,” Beel told Mammon regretfully.

“I guess that means you found ‘em tasty, huh?” Mammon said in a grumpy tone. Evidently he was aware of the little stipulation that prevented the Avatar of Gluttony from throwing up. I wasn’t shocked to hear Mammon was none too pleased about “his human” getting eaten by another demon. The Avatar of Greed was nothing if not possessive.

“Even the worst humans have a good flavor,” Beel remarked. “Of course Y/N would be leagues ahead of them.” My heart fluttered at the compliment, though it was a bit spoiled by the context of said compliment. I was glad Beel considered me to be “leagues ahead” of the worst humans, though I didn’t really like the fact that that seemed to go hand in hand with my level of tastiness.

“None of that matters,” I called out, eager to direct the conversation away from how enjoyable I apparently was to eat. “What matters is getting me the hell out of here.”

“Damn right,” Mammon was quick to reply. I had a feeling his determination was in large part attributed to his possessiveness.

Before Mammon had eaten me, when he was trying to convince me to agree to the whole endeavor in the first place, he had mentioned a backup place in case he was unable to cough me up naturally. His exact words had been, “if I can’t get ya out naturally, I could always just swallow the end of a string and pull ya out that way.” While the idea did sound pretty ridiculous and silly, I didn’t see any reason why it couldn’t work.

“Mammon, do you really think Beel swallowing the end of a string would work?” I questioned. I would be more than a little pissed if he had only offered that as a suggestion to trick me into letting myself get swallowed.

“Oh yeah, good idea!” Mammon exclaimed. “Lemme go find somethin’ that’ll work.”

“Wait, hold on a second--” Beel started to protest but was quickly interrupted.

“Beel, you should go to Y/N’s room so we don’t gotta worry about anyone walkin’ in on us.” After that came the sound of hurried footsteps exiting the room.

Beel remained still for a moment before releasing a soft sigh. “I’m going to make my way to your room,” he announced. “I doubt we’ll run into anyone at this hour, but just try not to move too much just in case.” He gave one last soft pat to his stomach before heading off.

While Beel definitely seemed to be making an effort to move slowly and carefully, the ride inside his stomach was still fairly unsteady. While it may have been my second time being eaten, that didn’t mean I was anywhere near used to the experience of riding around in a giant stomach.

Thankfully the trip to my bedroom didn’t last long and was completely uneventful. Once I heard the sound of the door clicking shut behind us, I let out a relieved sigh. “Is it okay if I sit down?” Beel asked tentatively.

A little smile formed on my face. Beel was so considerate and sweet. It was definitely a different experience being in his stomach than in Mammon’s. Aside from Beel’s far more mindful behavior, his stomach was also significantly bigger than Mammon’s had been. Of course that wasn’t surprising. He was the Avatar of Gluttony after all.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” I replied with a light chuckle.

My environment creased slightly, signalling that Beelzebub had gone ahead and taken a seat. I myself took a seat at the bottom of the stomach, reclining slightly. Feeling much more confident that I would make it out of this situation alive, I allowed myself to relax a little bit. To be honest, being inside someone’s stomach was kind of comfy in its own weird way. I had gotten one of the best night’s sleep I’d had in awhile when I’d spent the night with Mammon. Of course, I would never admit that. Mammon’s head was already big enough as it was.

“Hey, Y/N?” I could feel Beel tracing patterns on the outside of his stomach as he spoke. “You know that I don’t, you know, just see you as food, right?” There was nervousness in his voice, as well as a large dose of guilt. He clearly hadn’t forgiven himself for what he’d done despite me having already given my forgiveness.

I paused for a moment. All seven of the demon brothers viewing me as tasty in some capacity was something I had accepted a while ago. I had forged friendships with them knowing that fact. At the start, the only thing keeping any of them from eating me had been my status as an exchange student. However, I believed things had changed. I couldn’t imagine any of the brothers intentionally trying to bring harm to me anymore. Even Belphegor had gone from wanting to kill me to being a close friend.

So maybe they all still secretly imagined eating me. It didn’t matter. Because I was convinced that none of them would put that desire before my wellbeing--so long as they were in their right mind of course. “Don’t worry, I know,” I reassured the demon.

“You’re sure?” Beel asked uncertainly. “Because I know I always talk about how delicious you look, and I ask if I can eat you sometimes--”

“Hey, I get it...well I sort of do anyway,” I said. “Humans are usually on the demon menu. I suppose it’s normal for you to want to eat us.” I added with a shrug.

I tried to imagine the situation from the demon perspective. To put it into human terms, I had to guess it would be like having a delectable ice cream sundae walking around and talking. I definitely wouldn’t feel comfortable eating a sentient ice cream...but that was beside the point.

“That doesn’t make what I did okay,” Beel stated firmly.

I sighed. “Well no, but like I said, that wasn’t really you.” I didn’t care that he wanted to eat me when he was in his right mind. All that mattered to me was that he didn’t actually do it.

It seemed likely that Beel would try to argue with me, but he didn’t get the chance before I heard the bedroom door opening. “Alright, let’s get Y/N outta there!” Mammon announced.

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lepus-arcticus · 4 years

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43.

He studies the artefact of her voice on his machine, cataloguing each inflection, mentally charting each subtle flux of her pitch. He replays her empty missive over and over, hunting for distress signals, visualizing the choreography of her lips and teeth and tongue as they conspire to lie to him. Her apartment is empty, her cell phone turned off.

He can’t help but conjure impressions of her in distress; the barrel of a gun shoved into her warm, yielding temple, her slim, vein-mapped wrists rubbed raw, bleeding into knotted jute. He pores over emails signed with her name, finding no trace of her mellow cadence.

He sweats and he paces, his skin feels too tight. It’s happening all over again. It’s Duane Barry howling at the peak of Skyland Mountain, the lung-scraping cold of Antarctica ice.

The Scully he knows is not prone to fantasy. She is not easily manipulated. She does not play games, even when fate seems bent on maneuvering her like a queen on a chessboard. The Scully he knows is scrappy and canny and proud, and that’s what makes it all the worse.

All she has to show for her foolishness is a clutch of vacant wood-paneled offices and a blank CD. Disgust and devastation and relief gnash fiercely at each other within his chest. He can barely stand to look at her.

“I took an oath,” she pleads, pacing the shadowy perimeter of his apartment, the fray of her opium-poppy hair tangling with lamplight. Her mouth is set in a femme fatale snarl, her voice is low and thick. Mulder leans against the door frame, avoiding her eyes, knowing that the righteous blaze he’ll encounter there will burn him all the way down.

“It was my responsibility as a physician,” she continues. “If there was even the slightest possibility—”

Her hand comes to her forehead, like she’s had a revelation. “You know what? Fuck you, Mulder. I don’t need to explain myself.”

She turns on her heel and stalks to the door, yanking it open, sloshing light into the room.

A full-body swell of possessive wrath propels Mulder forward, and he lunges for her, clamps a hand around her wrist. He wrenches her back to him and slams the door closed, backing her up against it, pinning her captured hand to the wood beside her head. His pulse drones in his ears. He still can’t meet her eyes, but the defiant set of her jaw makes him ache to claim her, makes him so angry that for a moment, he thinks he might break down and cry, the way little boys rage in the face of playground injustice.

He crowds himself into her space, determined to bully her into submission, ducking his head to feel her quickening breath mingle with his. The tendons of her wrist flex under his palm. Her small, impertinent breasts rise and fall against his chest. “Mul—”

“Shut up.”

Kissing her isn’t fair, he knows, so he does it harder and better than ever before, gripping her jaw with his free hand, invading her mouth with arrogant, calculating lust.

See why you need me, Scully? He transmits the thought to her, rutting his growing erection against her belly while he kisses her senseless, secure in the knowledge that she likes him like this, that it gets her hot when he’s cruel and hard and selfish.

At least he has this. At least he knows that even at their worst, their most discordant, her body will listen to his, absorbing everything he hurls at it.

Scully knows it too, and she rips herself out of his grip with a frustrated gasp. She manages two frantic paces before he catches her from behind, an arm locked across her ribs, the other hand fumbling with the button at her fly.

“You gonna do to me what you did after Ed?” She pants, clawing at his forearm.

He nips her ear in retaliation. “Depends. You gonna ask me to stop this time?”

She struggles against him, but he can tell it’s not her best effort. He manages the button, gets her zipper down—

“He drugged me,” she says.

The oxygen leaves the room.

“The smoking man. He drugged me, undressed me while I was unconscious. Took my bra off. My panties. Probably did it nice and slow.”

Mulder loosens his hold, releasing her slowly, choking on a flood of horror and bile.

Scully turns to face him, and he finally musters the courage to meet her eyes, finding something like victory in their dark, acidic blue. “He made me wear this… this tight, tiny black dress. He stared at my tits with his mouth watering. He stank, Mulder. I had to breathe through my mouth.”

“Scully. Scully, what are you telling me?”

She stares him down, a hook at the corner of her mouth. “I would have done anything, you know. If he’d asked it of me.” “But... he didn’t,” Mulder says carefully, searching her face for confirmation. “And you… you wouldn’t have.”

“I would have,” she hisses back at him. “One night for the cure to all human disease? One night? How would it be any worse, any different, than what he’s done to my body already? He gave me cancer! Or did you forget? He controls this goddamned chip in my neck! He--he made children from me, Mulder, he stole my ova and used them to breed sick, doomed babies, my babies, babies I’ll never hold, never know, never get to say goodbye to. Seriously, what do you think the chances are that Emily was the only one? How many more do you think are out there?”

“Scully, stop it.”

“Might as well make the most of it, right? I would have let him use me in any way he wanted if it meant that I could save just one person—”

“—But it was a lie, Scully, a lie like all of his other lies! You would have thrown away your—”

“—It’s just a body, for Christ’s sake,” she snarls, and as if to demonstrate, she starts to strip, tearing impatiently at herself. “It’s meat and bone and—and, and tendon, and nerve. That’s it. That’s all it is. Look at it,” she says, throwing her shirt to the floor, tossing her arms up. “It’s nothing!” Her belly is muscular, pale, bullet-scarred. Her hip bones rise from her waistband like a challenge.

It’s not nothing. It’s his altar. It’s his mania, his confessional, his asylum.

His.

“He did this to get to me.” He knows it’s the wrong thing to say before it leaves his mouth, knows it sounds pathetic, knows he’s really pissed her off, even before the colour rises in her cheeks and her lips spring open to reveal her sharp little teeth.

“I’m not an extension of you, Mulder. You don’t own me.”

All the worst parts of him conspire to decide that it’s a challenge.

He crosses the fissure of energy and space that separates them, once again laying claim to her furious lips, swallowing her cry of objection. The neglected dining room table is only a few feet behind her, and he backs her up until there’s a clatter of resistance. He reaches blindly, shoving mail, newspapers, a stack of files to the floor, where they scatter like dead leaves in an autumn storm.

He knows she can’t hold out forever, and he’s right—and when he feels her soften and submit, when she goes slack and puts her arms around him and moans into his mouth, a dark whim like a restless spirit possesses him, body and soul.

He breaks his kiss and jerks her around, halving her over the table. Unclips her bra, pulls it from beneath her to fling across the room, scrapes his nails down her back. If the splintery, weathered thrift store wood is chafing her cheek, abrading her sensitive nipples, all the better.

One hand between her shoulder blades keeps her pinned, and he uses the other to rip her trousers and panties over her firm, sweet ass. He’s so hard now that he can feel every ridge and vein of his cock straining against his jeans, pulsing angrily, demanding attention. He wants to punish her, wants to make her beg. He wants to make her come so hard that she’ll never think of leaving him again.

His hand flies through the air. The resounding crack as it meets her ass is so, so good, just as good as her anguished yelp, her following whimper. The victimized patch of her skin pinks up, and he strokes it tenderly, making soothing sounds in the back of his throat.

Scully stretches her arms forward to grip the edge of the table. He wishes he was wearing a tie, so that he could rip it off and bind her wrists with it, spread her out and tie her to the table leg and leave her trembling and begging and cursing him out while he puts his feet up beside her face and finishes off a beer. He could do it with his belt, he supposes, but he’s a selfish, selfish man, and more than anything, he wants to fuck her.

He smacks her harder.

While she’s vocalizing her approval, he dips his fingers lower to slick through her hot, slippery pussy. He groans, then brings his hand up and wipes his fingers on her cheek, catching the corner of her mouth. “Wet,” he accuses her hoarsely.

Her eyelashes flicker, and she nods her confession.

She stays still while he frees himself from his jeans, his socks, his shirt. His cock bobs against her ass and his balls flex tight up to his shaft, but he wants to see her face, wants to make her look at him while he fucks himself back into her.

He hauls her off the table by her hips and turns her around. She’s ragdoll compliant, letting him strip her pants all the way off and lift her back up so that she’s sitting on the edge, facing him, her thighs spread wide and her plump, pretty, glistening cunt on display.

Simmering with greed, he sidles up close, his cock brushing the seam of her labia. She wraps her legs around him and crosses her ankles at his back, trying to pull him closer, but he doesn’t move an inch, his swollen, pulsing head just barely touching her, just barely grazing the peak of her clitoris. She’s wet and she’s hot and every nerve in his body is screaming at him to fuck, fuck, fuck, but he’s got a point to make, and goddamnit, he’s going to get it through to her.

He gathers a fistful of her hair and forces her head back, leaning over her, planting his other hand on the table behind her for balance. He locks her into his eyes.

“You’ll never go with him again,” he commands. “Never.” He pushes forward and slides the underside of his dick through her folds, grinding hard against her clit, because if he can just make her need him enough, surely he’ll never have to feel the soul-sickening panic of her absence again.

“I’ll do whatever I want,” she retorts, articulating every word, her chin jutting proudly, her pupils a black and dangerous chasm.

He tightens his fist in her hair and stabs himself into her.

The sound that rips up from her chest is short and shrill, and god, even her pussy feels defiant, strong and grippy and tight as hell. He fucks her in brutal, relentless strokes, punishing her, pleading with her. His eyes burn with unshed tears of humiliating rage as he reclaims her body, this perfect and inviolable body that she chooses again and again to share with him.

It’s not long before he forces an orgasm from her, steals it from her, biting her neck while she writhes and cries out for her god, to witness it, maybe, or to save her sinner’s soul. And while she’s calling on heaven, he falls harder than Lucifer, jerking and spilling inside of her, pumping her so full that at least for a short while, she can’t possibly claim to be only herself.

And then it’s done.

The world rights itself. The hush of traffic returns, the tick of his antique mantle clock.

She wraps her arms around him in silent forgiveness, and then he really does start to cry, hard and hopelessly, because how could he ever truly hope to keep her safe?

Incrementum

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smol-jinyoungie96 · 3 years

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The Devil Judge - Episode 6

Hi again! I just finished watching Episode 6 and man I was not prepared for any of it.

At all.

From the first time since they introduced Elijah to the storyline, she is portrayed as a teenager who despises her uncle for allegedly killing her father, but the a few episodes later they shows her softer side,She might hate Yohan but at the end of the day he is the only living family she has.

So the possibilities are that she masks her worries for Yohan behind the anger because sometimes, years worth of anger and pain might overpower any other emotions we have.

It is genuinely endearing to see that despite her openly showing her hatred towards him, she also pays close attention to him. For an example she knows that he doesn’t have a love life, or that he never stays out overnight. These are little things that she observes but never shows.

When Ga On and Elijah are talking, something that occurred to me is that she is just a child.

She’s 16.

The storyline makes us think about all the suffering for Ga On and Yohan but even Elijah carries a lot of it. All she has left is Yohan, but she has to live every single day wondering if he truly killed her father or not. She doesn’t have anyone she can talk to and that’s a lot on her plate to carry it all into her adulthood.

Elijah says “Yohan ruins everything that is close to him”

My guess is that he doesn’t do it in an intentional, destructive way but because everything that he has seen since childhood is violence, deceit, abuse, selfishness and destruction. May be pushing people away is his way of keeping them safe because I highly doubt that he received the help and the closure he needed when he was a child.

The child actors are so so so good! Their acting and the way they let out emotions through their eyes was amazing!

In the beginning, when Kang Yohan makes Sun Ah jump, for a split second it makes the viewers think that he has been a manipulator since an early age, but then as the story progresses,

he catches her stealing multiple times and interestingly, he hears her telling the caretaker that she is worried about him because he is leaving the basement a lot and that she is worried about him when she, was the one who suggested that he go out when his father was not around,

Imagine being in an abusive household, getting another child who is roughly your age trying to see it you could connect with only for her to start playing games.

He didn’t trust her then and he doesn’t trust her now, she never gave him a reason to.

I don’t think her interest in him is on a romantic light at all, it is more of an obsessive love.

Yohan saying “threats are useless, because I have nothing I wish to protect” is really just a bad move from his side.

So he doesn’t have Elijah? He doesn’t have an annoying little pest living in his house who resembles his brother?

Him saying that will only motivate her to dig deep to find what matter to him.

When he asks her what she wants and she says that she doesn’t care who he goes after as long as he stays away from the SR Foundation, it made me think that she is not stupid.

She is cunning and she just knows that telling Yohan to stay away from the foundation will only make him do the exact opposite. So there is a chance that it could be a trap?

Why did she take the cross chain from Yohan? Two possibilities, either it’s because she still likes it, or because she knows that it IS precious to Yohan, if she has it, she also has a reason to make him come back to her.

Coming to Elijah’s growing attachment to Kim Ga On,

he cares for her like a father would to his daughter, he cooks for her, he makes an effort to spend time with her, he covered her while she is sleeping etc.

No matter how much she tried to push him away, he is still there, he is becoming a constant in her life.

I’m not saying that Yohan doesn’t care for her.

Nobody cares for her more than he does probably but Yohan doesn’t openly show it.

When you’re a child, sometimes the thing you need the most is a solid presence of an adult and what she doesn’t get through Yohan, she gets through Ga On and well.. he also looks exactly like her father.

So it makes sense that she is showing a sort of a possessive attachment towards Ga On as if she is afraid that she will lose the one constant in her life.

It was wrong for Ga On to take Elijah out to meet Soo Hyun without asking Yohan first and it was also wrong of Yohan to chuck him to the wall like a ragdoll and to accuse him of taking Elijah to see a cop.

It’s obvious why Yohan is worried about his niece after everything that went down with Jung Sun Ah, but i feel like he shouldn’t have hinted towards going after Soo Hyun just to make a point.

Because for Ga On, Soo Hyun is all he has. He is already too neck deep into the Lion’s den and having the spotlight on Soo Hyun is a trigger for him.

The scene with Minister Cha and the other two women.

That was definitely Elite vs. Elite.

They are all at the same social status but when the times call for it, Minister Cha has the ability to make them drop to their knees.

The interaction between Jung Sun Ah and Minister Cha initially began with insults being thrown, belittling Sun Ah but now it has developed to a place where they help each other.

Minister Cha helps Sun Ah with the Foundation work and in return, Sun Ah helps her with taking revenge on Yohan.

Terrifyingly interesting.

Jung Sun Ah knows that Kim Ga On means something to Yohan, her first target is Ga On himself.

When it comes to Ga On, Min Jung Ho is a father figure, she already had a plan in mind when she made that biker lady trick Ga On.

When he asks Min Jung Ho, even he says that he suspects Kang Yohan and Yohan already threatened Soo Hyun so in his mind, the gears will start to work because he knows from experience that Kang Yohan really doesn’t mind going berserk when he wants someone out of his way.

Then the attention comes to Oh Jin Joo. Sun Ah is smart for this. The way she slowly poisons Jin Joo’s mind with that whole conversation about only men’s pictures being on the wall, for a moment is feels like she is encouraging Jin Joo to be ambitious but later! When the two associate judges are together, you just know that Sun Ah already got inside Jin Joo’s head when she goes “does he look down on me or something?”

Oh Jin Joo idolizes Yohan. So for her to slowly turn against him..

So technically her plan is to turn the baby associates against Yohan.

Bad lady

Coming back to Ga On struggling, he keeps seeing things that makes him rethink his intuitions when it comes to Yohan.

First it was the children playing with the ruler and now it’s a group of weird cult going around flogging people because “According to Kang Yohan, he will accept people’s wishes and flog terrible human beings”

So once again, the public adapting barbaric punishments from what they see in court, does make Ga On rethink about his choices.

Soo Hyun’s Attack

Obviously Yohan is keeping tabs on both Soo Hyun and Ga On, but then again, the drama really has their way of making the viewers think hard, For an instance,

The phone conversation Yohan has, the guy says “there is a chance she might know about the transfer”

Indicating that, to viewers again it makes us think that Kang Yohan really may have had something to do with the bribing or that they might actually go after Soo Hyun, but we all know that Yohan would never and it was pretty obvious who it was with the gloved hand,

So in conclusion,

biker lady attacks Soo Hyun, takes the passbook, gives it to Sun Ah who then plots with Minister Cha but unfortunately,

The threat Yohan made against Soo Hyun is too fresh in Ga On’s mind so obviously he suspect him first,

They highlighted that god damn German scissor too many times in Episode 6 and of course it is the same scissor Yohan stabs literal inches away from Bambi’s face.

Which was really an intricate scene, Jinyoung and Jisung as actors played it so beautifully. The unhinged anger and the disappointment in Yohan and the way Ga On realized that the man behind him is actually genuinely dangerous.

You can see the exact moment when that fear and realization sinks in Ga On.

That Yohan could hurt him badly if he wanted to.

Ga On functions on emotions when he’s not being a judge, so if he had actually taken a breather before provoking his boss with violent tendencies, he might have realized that Kang Yohan is just too smart to do something like that so out in the open.

There’s no doubt that Yohan really lets Ga On get away with a lot of shit he does.

But for some reason, the way he warned Ga On to never again attack him, felt like his first and last warning to me.

I absolutely LOVED the way Minister Cha thought that Yohan would crumble in front of her but my man just tells her to do whatever she wants… she should know that he wouldn’t be Kang Yohan if he didn’t wasn’t hundreds of steps ahead of them.

Something that I admired in the last scene is despite how annoyed or how mad Oh Jin Joo and Kim Ga On are at Yohan, when things get heated professionally, the two baby associates were so worried about him and they were completely ready to stand by his side even when they didn’t know any actual detail. Proud of my babies 🥺

But then, Kang Yohan accepting the allegations and Dr. Safety’s random appearance right at that moment seemed a little sus.

Almost too well timed.

Kang Yohan confidently asking the public to judge him because he knows that the public is on his side especially now that the reason for the money transfer is out in the open.

Kang Yohan’s decision of counterattacking the the Dream House Project right when the public take his side was a very smart move.

It was Minister Cha who tried to drag him through the mud but in turn he targets every single one of them socialites.

The last part felt like he was actually declaring war. The drama isn’t about poor vs. rich. It’s all about the internal works of the powerful class and I can’t wait to see how intense everything is going to be.

Lastly, the preview for Episode 7.

Why on earth did Yohan decide to bring out Ga On’s parents’ death and their case to the media?

Why take him to the jail?

Why rip open wounds from 13 years ago?

I know it’s stupid to jump in to theories and conclusions before we watch the episode because he always has a reason for everything he does,

But it made me think for a second was it because he wants to push Ga On to the limit until he breaks to the point where he has to solely rely on Yohan?

Because i get that Min Jung Ho is the parental figure in Ga On’s life but if Ga On were to ask him intense questions about his parents case, Min Jung Ho wouldn’t be completely honest with him, probably for Ga On’s safety but also there might be somethings that needs to stay hidden,

But Kang Yohan isn’t like that. He would be blunt and brutally honest if Ga On started asking him questions about his parents.

If Ga On were to rely on Yohan, that would also mean that Yohan would have control over him, either to use him as a pawn or to control Bambi enough to keep him safe and out of being targeted.

Lastly, am I the only one who is suspicious of Min Jung Ho?

If you made it this far again, thank you for reading my stress rant.

Now i’ll go back to silently stressing about next week because i have nothing better to do.

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lighthouseborna · 3 years

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Ok but. Listen I know nobody really cares about this. But. I just. I suddenly need to tally all the physical shit that goes down on the movie’s timeline (or my best understanding of it) just so we’re all on the same page so like —

DAY 1: He throws aside an officer, barrels through the general population of the ship with no regard for avoiding collisions. He breaks free of two marines, punches one so hard the man doesn’t get back up, flips the other (who I believe gets back to his feet), then tackles an officer, and only then is he restrained. He gets bashed on the face/mouth by the butt of a rifle; remains conscious but is clearly dazed and also bleeding.

The ship is attacked- he is spared by the crew of the Silent Mary and then survives/escapes the burning, wrecking, and sinking of the H.M.S. Monarch - I tend to assume the latter is mostly by his own merit. (They said they’d let him live, not walk him out. I feel like whether or not he actually got out of the Triangle probably didn’t matter to them.)

He then, presumably over the course of the rest of the day and very likely most of that night, swims/paddles on driftwood from the Devil’s Triangle against the tide to Saint Martin (and we don’t, technically, have an actual measure for how far that is, but neither is visible on the others’ horizon, so...damn.)

DAY 2: By (at a guess, given the morning’s safe-robbery shenanigans) noon or a little after, he wakes in the infirmary. Reminder he’s just survived a ship fire and swimming across the open ocean: exhaustion and dehydration feel pertinent. He is promptly threatened with death, then given the means to escape by Carina. He takes this opening. This is mostly irrelevant but personally I think he did not pick the lock I think he just broke it. Climbs out of a window to escape; probably is given a little chase? But mostly just disappears into the general population.

We don’t see him again until evening, where it is raining, and then he breaks into and back out of a (fort?) prison. Jack technically attacks him here but it’s a mild affair. After this, he rallies Jack’s crew - no idea how long it took him to find, convince, and plan with them, but it’s safe to assume it wasn’t a restful night.

DAY 3: He’s goddamn up in the top of a bell tower bright and early in the morning, which he had to set up for because he then jumps out of itinto a crowd of armed soldiers whilst unarmed, tackles a soldier, backhands another (who falls to the ground and may not get up for a good while?), kicks a third in the stomach, punches a fourth; is retrained and punched in the ribs(?). This to serve as a diversion. Once that plan goes into motion, we see him punch another soldier and it’s presumably one of the ones restraining him, so presumably he dealt with the other as well. He takes off, deals with another soldier by letting the man run into and trip over him. He then catches a fully grown human.

He catches a fully grown human. I needed to repeat that because one time my mom broke her arm catching a 4 year old who fell off of a 9ft tall slide; Henry catches a fully grown human off of a ~10 ft? platform. Right in the chest. The chest he was just punched in and also kicked in as a man tripped over him. ........It’s such a good catch oh my fucking god I live for the catch damn you.

On this same day, sails out, spends a good chuck of the day tied to the mast. Thinking about exposure to the elements and dehydration again. Then, though, there’s tentative alliance with Jack’s crew and so we can assume food/water/rest. We do, however, see him awake late into the night keeping watch and navigating with Carina’s help.

and like it keeps going but idk this is just what i remember in enough detail. i think there’s only maybe Two More Days we distinctly see and the movie strongly implies no other passage of time and in those days there’s

the Pig Kelly scene (so Henry has rowed most of the way to an island, been pursued by sharks, followed Carina into the forest, been caught in a trap, tied up by Pig’s gang) and then the Pearl’s back so

tied up (again) by Barbossa and crew, gets a brief respite where he chooses to go to the lookout. Spots the navy, jumps down to free Jack, fights across the ship protecting himself and others (presumably gets kicked around a bit, definitely gets that shove into the capstan), little more fighting, abducted by Salazar.

Possessed. Navigate to the ocean floor, sword fight, magic of the trident undoes the possession, thrown the ocean floor like a ragdoll. Something about the way he bounces off the rocks here makes my joints ache idk.

Break the trident, climb the anchor (that has to be physically taxing like come on) and then flop on the deck and holy shit take a deep breath.

Just like. A week solid of being absolutely battered around and not a word of complaint or even vague attempt to slow down.

#a fucking tank! a terminator!! is he ok??????#(((((He probably slept for as long as anyone would let him on the way back bUT WAIT I DIDNT LET HIM THE NIGHTMARES #OH FUCK I BULLIED HIM OH NO))))))#((((((((((((LSKJFLKSJFG NO HE'S NO OKAY)))))))))))))))))))))))))))

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One’s Promised (Part 2/5)

Description: Living a double life was not a choice when one was the daughter of Alexander Pierce. Y/N was the youngest agents of SHIELD and one of the most respected threats within Hydra’s empire. No matter her allegiance, she was feared by both. Y/N Pierce would’ve tried to escape it all... if it hadn’t been for The Winter Soldier.

Pairing: Bucky x Fem/Reader

Word Count: 3,900

Part 1

Y/N and the Winter Soldier continued their training. Y/N had convinced Rumlow to keep their sessions private. She was improving, becoming more powerful than ever. Before these lessons, her skills and training had been stagnating for quite some time. So the improvements were immediately noticeable.

Sometimes it was Bucky she was with and sometimes it was the Winter Soldier. There was no consistency. Y/N couldn’t figure out the triggers or what made it easier for his true self to resurface. There were good days where Y/N felt hopeful that she really could save them. But then there were bad days where he didn’t say a word, just fought her like the robot Hydra brainwashed him to be.

“Agent…” His voice brought her out of her head. She blinked. “You’re not focused.” He spoke in Russian instead of English. It was one of the signs that he was not in a good place and Bucky Barnes was pushed into the shadows of his mind.

She shook her head, trying to wake herself up more. Then the soldier really observed her for the first time that day. Yes, he always calculated her like an opponent and a target. But he was studying her as a human being now.

Y/N had dark circles under her eyes. If he weren’t aware that she could block any punch thrown at her, he would think they were two black eyes. She looked exhausted and ten years older than she actually was.

“We’re done for today.” He said mechanically, still speaking Russian.

“No. I’m fine. I zoned out for a second. Keep going.” She barked.

Before she even finished the last breath of the sentence, Bucky charged her. He managed to whip her arm at a painful angle and flipped her over his shoulder. Her back slammed to the floor hard. Before she could even grasp what had happened, he was on top of her with her arms pinned above her head with his metal limb and his flesh hand held a knife to her throat.

He said nothing. His eyes were lifeless. In theory, this was him making a point. But he didn’t even realize what he was doing, just an instinct that had been calculated into his brain.

Y/N suddenly felt the urge to cry, something she hadn’t done since the night her mother died. She didn’t try to fight his hold or get up. “It’s bad today.” She mumbled sadly, making more of an audible observation than speaking to him. “You don’t even recognize me… Probably can’t even remember your own name.”

Despite having a knife to her throat, she felt no fear… only sadness. Y/N would’ve lost the urge to live long ago. But once she found Bucky again, she had a purpose. She had to keep going, had to survive in order to save him. If she died in the process, it was worth it to her. She’d done so many terrible things, killed so many people. Saving Bucky from this life was the only redemption she could find.

But the soldier blinked rapidly. He glanced around the room like he had just woken up from a dream. His eyes widened when he caught the sight of him holding a knife to Y/N’s throat. He quickly stood up, releasing her from his grip. But the Winter Soldier returned just as quickly as he had disappeared. His back straightened again and his eyes grew cold.

Y/N watched the flicker occur all within 10 seconds. She had a sad smirk on her lips. It felt like that had been a peek of Bucky, like he had found a way to tell her he was still there and he was still fighting…so she had to as well.

“Alright big guy. Time to go back to your quarters.” Rumlow came trouncing in with his usual mini army of 5 guys. Bucky’s ‘quarters’ were a 7 by 7 foot cell with a cot on the floor and a toilet in the corner. Y/N avoided that entire wing, scared the mere sight of him caged up would ruin her cover.

The Winter Soldier barely glanced at Rumlow, his body remained rigid and in place.

Then Rumlow glanced at Y/N. “Jesus, kid…When’s the last time you slept?”

Y/N shrugged and started unwrapping her hands from sparring.

Two of the men approached the soldier. One roughly grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him in the direction of the exit.

Big mistake.

The Winter Soldier’s metal arm whirred into action. He shoved the man’s grip off him and managed to clasp his neck in a suffocating grip. Then he threw the man to the wall like he weighed no more than a ragdoll.

Instantly Rumlow and the other 4 men raised their guns and started yelling at him to stand down. This only made him angrier.

Y/N did something stupid and jumped in front of Bucky, putting herself between him and the guns. She held up her hands in an attempt to calm the room.

“Y/N, get away from him! He’s unstable!” Rumlow shouted.

“Put the guns down. You’re scaring him.” She stated slowly and calmly.

“Scaring him?” Rumlow asked incredulously. “I swear to god, Y/N. If you don’t back away from him, I’ll clip you in the shoulder to teach you a lesson.” He was worried about her that was obvious. Yes, Hydra was a fascist regime, but that didn’t mean camaraderie and loyalty were amiss.

“Hydra spent decades perfecting this weapon. He’s our best chance against Captain Rogers and the rest of the Avengers. Think about it, Rumlow.” Y/N continued in her composed tone.

Suddenly 5 more Hydra agents rushed into the room. Someone must have called in back up already. This only made the Winter Soldier more anxious.

To everyone’s shock, the soldier ripped Y/N back, pulling her behind his body. Y/n was ready to fight him before she realized that he was trying to protect her. He was literally using his body as a shield from the new gunmen.

The room went quiet in shock and confusion.

“…the fuck?” Y/N even heard Rumlow mumble to himself.

No one put their guns down. But Y/N chose to take matters into her own hands. She tried to take a step back, but Bucky gripped her forearm and roughly pulled her tight to his back so she couldn’t escape.

“Soldat?” She whispered. This would be easier if they didn’t have an audience. She knew he was listening. His senses were acute with stress. “They’re not going to hurt me. You need to calm down.” Her voice was quiet enough that the agents couldn’t hear her.

“Everyone put your guns down on the floor.” Y/N instructed with a firm tone.

To Rumlow’s horror, they listened. Y/N had a reputation. Whether it was fear or respect…or both, the men and women of Hydra responded to Y/N’s power.

“I’m taking the soldier to his quarters. Clear a path and nobody follow.”

She heard shuffling of feet.

Then Y/N gently placed her hand on Bucky’s back in comfort. “Soldat…” She murmured softly. “Turn around.” He shifted his weight, not wanting to put himself and her in a vulnerable position. But her voice was like a beacon he couldn’t ignore. He did so and his icy blue eyes locked with hers.

“Stand down and follow me.” Her voice was firm, yet still gentle.

Y/N wished with all her heart that she could grab his hand and intertwine their fingers. But she knew better than to do that in front of everyone. Instead she gave him space, but eyed him like a well-trained dog. He followed wearily.

When Y/N got to Runlow, he glared in frustration but tossed her the keys to his cell.

Like instructed, nobody followed them. Y/N immediately saw Bucky’s body relax when they walked down the long hallway alone. She dared not speak to him, knowing that this hallway was covered in surveillance equipment.

They got to his cell. In the corner of her eye, Y/N saw the old bank vault. Inside was where the reprogramming machine.

Her hands were shaking as she put the keys in the slot to unlock the cell door. She didn’t want to open it. She didn’t want to put Bucky in here and leave. Then Y/N remembered that there was no audio surveillance in this wing, only video.

Finally, she managed to open the cell door. Without even hesitating, Bucky marched in. He looked at her, waiting for the door to close. Her eyes were so sad. “I’m so sorry, Bucky.” She whispered to him before locking the cell.

She turned and walked away before tears could start forming in her eyes again.

“It’s okay, Y/N.”

Y/N stopped mid-step. Had she imagined it? Her head whipped around to look at him. But Bucky was sitting on his cot that was in the shadow of the cell. She couldn’t even find his face in the darkness.

Y/N returned the training room to grab her bag.

Most of the agents had returned to their business once the Winter Soldier left the room.

“Don’t ever pull a stunt like that again.” Rumlow growled as she threw her belongings into her gym bag.

She basically ignored him. “I value my training. You were willing to shoot the best instructor I’ve ever had and the deadliest weapon Hydra possesses. Think my father would have been happy to hear the Winter Soldier was dead?” Her voice was confident yet annoyed that she had to explain herself. She had to make sure that she didn’t sound as if she actually cared for the soldier.

“I’m going home.” She stated and didn’t even glance at Rumlow as she headed for the garage with her motorcycle helmet in hand.

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Y/N arrived at her apartment. As soon as she was 18, she requested a residence of her own. Her father didn’t care, thinking it was appropriate and kept up their image a bit easier. Y/N’s argument was that no one would respect a young woman who still lived with her father.

She was about to put the keys into her lock when she froze. Someone was inside. She grabbed the gun that was hidden in her back waistband. Taking a deep breath, she threw open the door and already had the gun pointed at the intruder.

Y/N immediately lowered it and let out an annoyed sigh. “You can’t just barge in here whenever you want, father.”

Alexander Pierce sat on her couch patiently and seemed completely unfazed that his daughter just had a gun pointed at his chest. “I have an important matter to discuss with you, Y/N.” He gestured to the chair opposite of him.

Y/N sat down.

“I heard about what happened today with the asset.”

Y/N tried with all her might not to give a reaction. “There was a situation and I handled it.” She stated simply.

“Exactly.”

“Am I about to receive a lecture?” Y/N asked darkly.

“Quite the opposite actually. The Winter Soldier is about to become quite useful to us. However, we have already kept him out of cryo longer than he ever has before. Today further proved that he’s becoming erratic. But the way you controlled him earlier… that’s never been done. Very detailed reports have been written on the Winter Soldier since his integration into Hydra. You can read them yourself, but trust me when I say you’re the first to ever command him without using any of our language triggers or codes. “

Y/N squinted, truly not understanding where her father was going with this.

“I want you to be his handler, Y/N.”

“I’m sorry…what?”

“I made you extensively study psychology for a reason. Body language, vocal tone, human touch… you’ve been trained in manipulation of the human emotion in a way no one else in Hydra or SHIELD ever has.” Then he smiled a bit. “The asset seems to have taken a liking to you as well.”

“So you want me to be a babysitter?” She almost growled. But her heart was racing with the idea that she could be with Bucky more. Not only spending more time with him, but also being in control of his treatment.

“The more erratic it gets, the more time we waste. A gun isn’t useful if it has to be taken apart and put together after every fire.”

Y/N bit her tongue to stop from correcting her father. Bucky was not and ‘it’…he was a goddamn person.

Pierce stood up, ready to leave.

“You’ll follow my orders. But how the asset receives them is up to you.” He grabbed his jacket. “And Y/N?” She glanced up at him. “Don’t disappoint me.”

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Target is a mobile satellite launch platform: The Lemurian Star. They were sending out their last payload when pirates took over…93 minutes ago.” Rumlow was debriefing the STRIKE team. Y/N stood in the back of the room. She’d already intercepted the files before Rumlow even received them.

“Any demands?” Captain Rogers asked.

“A billion and a half.” Rumlow answered without missing a beat.

“Why so steep?” “Because it’s SHIELDS…”

Steve was silent for a moment. “So it’s not off course…it’s trespassing.” He looked down at Romanoff.

“I’m sure they have a good reason.” Romanoff explains.

“You know, I’m getting a little tired of being Fury’s janitor.” Steve was clearly irritated.

“Relax. It’s not that complicated.”

“How many pirates?” Steve asked.

“25…top mercs, lead by this guy: George Batroc. This guys got a rep for maximum casualties.”

“Hostages?”

“Um…mostly techs, one officer: Jasper Sitwell.”

Y/N had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. She could easily take the ship on her own. To have an entire team for this just proved how weak SHIELD was.

“What’s Sitwell doing on a launch ship? All right, I’m gonna sweep the deck and find Batroc. Nat, you kill the engines and wait for instructions. Rumlow, you sweep aft, find the hostages, get ‘em to the life pods, and get ‘em out. Let’s move!”

“Alright, you heard the cap. Gear up!” Rumlow announced.

Y/N remained in the shadows of the jet. But she was always listening. She overheard Natasha and Cap checking their comms and small talk soon followed.

“What about you, Pierce?” Natasha focused her question in a new and surprising direction: Y/N.

She didn’t speak, just gave somewhat of an acknowledging glare.

“Do anything fun Saturday?” Natasha repeated the question she just asked Rogers.

Y/N loaded the bullets in her gun like lightning. “I trained.” She answered in an emotionless mutter.

Steve watched her for a moment. Natasha smirked, completely expecting such a response.

“When was the last time you went on a date?” The redhead pushed.

Y/N knew she was testing her. But she also knew Romanoff did this because it drove her crazy that she couldn’t get a read on Y/N. She was the one person the spy couldn’t figure out. Y/N rarely spoke, almost never made reactionary expressions. She gave Natasha almost nothing to work with.

Y/N just stared her down, refusing to humor her.

“Try getting a date past the World Security Council Secretary.” Rumlow intervened with a laugh. “Then try to get him past me.” He smirked and winked at Y/N. Rumlow used his wit and humor to camouflage himself in SHIELD. It was a route most Hydra agents didn’t take, yet Brock pulled if off effortlessly.

“Oh…so it is men.” Natasha said with feigned surprise. “Good to know.”

Y/N didn’t glare this time in response. Without any expression, she shoved on her tactical gloves. “You should teach Rogers about the sexuality spectrum. Perhaps it should be a priority for acclimating the Captain to the 21st century.”

Natasha was speechless with the clever retort. Y/N shoved past her, knocking the agent slightly off balance.

Steve glared down at her. “What was that all about?”

Romanoff shrugged. “It’s for her own good. Kid doesn’t have a sense of humor…or a life for that matter.”

Steve glanced at Y/N over his shoulder. “She like that with everyone?”

“That was her being pleasant.” Natasha smirked and then headed over to grab a parachute.

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“Romanoff missed the rendezvous point, Captain.” Y/N heard Rumlow speak over the comms. It made Y/N stop walking for a moment. That means that the hostages were safe. Y/N turned a different direction and started into a run.

That’s when Y/N saw Batroc heading for Rogers. Before he could take Cap by surprise, Y/N threw herself between him and Batroc. She blocked his knee and pushed Cap to the side for safety.

“Go find Romanoff!” Y/N shouted to him.

But Steve was frozen in place, awed at watching Y/N fighting the French mercenary. Batroc never had a chance. Y/N was three times as fast and possibly twice as strong. Her appearance would make anyone underestimate her. It was like Y/N was dancing as she flipped and gave an aerial kick to Batroc’s head.

“Cap, what are you doing? Find Romanoff.”

Batroc said something in French to Y/N.

She glared at him, ripped the gun out of her holster, and then shot him square in the forehead. It was such a swift and cohesive movement that Rogers jumped.

“I didn’t give you order to shoot on sight!” He shouted.

“You wanted to waste more time showing off your moves?” Y/N questioned him darkly. He didn’t have an answer. “Go get Romanoff.”

“You take orders from me, Agent Pierce, not the other way around.” Steve stated.

“Fine. I’ll find Romanoff.” Y/N didn’t wait for him as she moved around his frozen form. She knew he would follow her.

“He had no right calling you that…” Steve muttered under his breath. Apparently he managed to subdue his irritation for her.

“What… ‘The whore of death’? Please…I’ve been called worse.” Y/N sighed. Then she saw that Steve’s face was surprised. “You think you’re the only human being that can speak French?”

“Well it appears you already have quite the reputation…” Steve sighed quietly. He meant it as a joke but when he didn’t hear or see any reaction from Y/N, he glanced over at her. She looked utilitarian, yet lost in her head. It was the first time Steve felt a twinge of sympathy for the young woman. Here she was, 19 years of age, and putting bullets in people’s head as if it were nothing.

Y/N pointed to a door that was barely a few feet away from where they were just fighting Batroc. “Natasha is in there.”

“How do you know?” Steve eyes her suspiciously.

Before she could answer, Rumlow was asking for Y/N. “On my way.” She replied and walked away before Cap could say otherwise.

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Y/N entered the jet to find a soot covered Romanoff and Cap. She only paused briefly. Something must have happened after she left them. Cap sat as far away from Romanoff as possible. Clearly he was upset with her.

Y/N chose to sit in the dark corner, at least 15 feet away from another human being. She felt Cap watching her. She could practically hear him trying to figure out the right way to approach her.

Y/N was tired, turns out insomnia and running around with superheroes was a terrible mixture. She crossed her arms, leaned her head back, and closed her eyes. The quinjets were so even and quiet, it provided the perfect white noise to fall asleep. Despite resting her eyes, she easily felt the presence of another human being sit down across from her.

“What are you doing here?” Cap asked her, knowing fully well that she wasn’t actually sleeping.

Y/N slowly opened her eyes to frown at him, saying nothing.

“You’re just a kid.” He sighed. Images of her shooting Batroc flashed in the forefront of his mind. She killed without hesitation. He wanted to know how old she was when she first took a life. But he was scared to know the answer.

Y/N’s jaw tightened. She didn’t want to talk with him, but he wasn’t really giving her a choice. “You were what…17 or 18 when you tried to join the army?”

“We were at war.”

“And who said we aren’t now?” She retorted. Steve narrowed his eyes. “Wars aren’t as obvious as they used to be, Cap. Our enemies don’t wear swastikas anymore…they’re more secretive than that.” Her eyes were giving him a warning of what was to come. He had no idea what was hiding underneath the surface. But she suspected after tonight, he was going to start asking questions.

Steve was reading into everything she was saying. Then he looked around the quinjet. Nobody was listening or even paying them any attention.

A tension filled silence filled the space between them. Y/N closed her eyes again.

“Agent Pierce… if the Secretary of the World Security Council wasn’t your father, what would you be doing?”

Y/N held her breath at the question. No one had ever asked her that. Did Captain America somehow figure out her most secret and sacred wish?

She opened her eyes again.

“I’d be asking for a raise.”

Cap sighed at that. The lack of genuineness irritated him. Furthermore, Y/N still remained a total enigma to him.

Y/N couldn’t help but smirk at his obvious frustration.

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Y/N placed her motorcycle helmet on the kitchen counter of her apartment. She flicked on the lights to the kitchen and jumped when the Winter Soldier was sitting at her dinner table. Only he could sneak up on Y/N in her own damn apartment.

“Are you alone?” She asked.

He nodded.

“You’re making house calls now?”

He stayed silent, but pushed a manila envelope across the dinner table in her direction. Y/N eyed him a moment before grabbing it and taking a task file out. Her eyes widened in panic and her gaze whipped to the soldier’s as if it would clarify that this wasn’t some sort of joke.

“It’s finally started.” Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose in distress. “He must have sensed something was off… asked the right questions to the wrong people.”

The soldier still remained quiet.

“Stay here.” Y/N instructed. “I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”

When she returned, it appeared like he hadn’t moved a single muscle. Y/N watched him with a sad expression. “You know, last time I was in a kitchen with you, it was the night we first met.” She knew he wasn’t going to converse with her. It was written in his eyes: they were colder and more soulless than usual. “I made you hot chocolate…which you didn’t drink, by the way.”

Slowly, Y/N made her way to the seat adjacent to Bucky’s at the dinner table. She raised her hand, reaching out to him. His body tensed. “Shh relax. I’m not going to hurt you.” She whispered gently. To her surprise, he did. Her hand softly cupped his cheek and her gaze stared into his heart. “Do you trust me?” He said nothing. “You have to listen to me very carefully and do exactly as I say, okay soldat? Tomorrow you have to kill Director Nick Fury.”

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