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fulcrumqueenrebelfriend · 2 years

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Phase 8: Kit Marshall- chapter 11

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"Karli Morgenthau is to dangerous for you guys to be pulling this shit!" Walker put heavy stress on the last word.

"Ah! How'd you find us now?" Bucky teased, as they walked towards them.

"Come on. You think three Avengers can walk around Latvia without drawing attention?" Lemur stated, quickly walking down the steps.

"No more keeping us in the dark. You can start by telling us why you broke him out of prison."

"He did that himself, technically."

"This better be an unbelievable explanation." He threw his hands up in the air.

"Hey, take it easy before it gets weird." Sam stopped Walker.

"I know where Karli is." Zemo stated before walking around him.

He put a hand out to stop the baron, "well where?"

Marshall looked at Sam, making frantic hand gestures- signing- 'we can't tell him! He's a lunatic.'

"All we know is it's a memorial."

'Are you fucking kidding me Sam.'

"So we're gonna intercept her there." Wilson added.

"That means civilians. High risk of causalities." Lemur pointed out as they started to follow Zemo.

"All right, good, we'll move in fast. Take her by surprise." Walker instructed, formulating a plan.

"No, I wanna talk to her alone."

"I'm not losing her again."

"Look, the person closest to her died, she's vulnerable. If there's any time to reason with her, it's now."

"What? No. Wait, no! No! Stop! Hold on. Stop, okay. I think we're way past reasoning with her, unless you forgot the fact that she blew up a building with people still in it."

"Sam, you walk in there cold, she could kill you."

"And if I go in hot and the op goes wrong, more people will die."

"Are you gonna let your partner walk into a room with a super soldier alone?" Walker asked Bucky, completely ignoring Kit.

"He's dealt with worse. And he's not my partner." Bucky added the last bit almost as an afterthought, a reflex.

"I used to counsel soldiers dealing with trauma, okay? This is right in my wheelhouse."

"Yeah, I know. And I know those soldiers, which is why I know this is a bad idea."

"Wait John. If he can talk her down, it might be worth a try." Lemur told him.

He scoffed, but reluctantly agreed, "We'll deal with you later," he addressed Zemo.

"I'm sure it will all come to an agreeable conclusion. My associate is just up ahead." He walked over to her- others in tow.

"Hello my friend, this is for your family," he brandished some money out of his coat, giving it to her. "Can you show us the way?"

She gestured for them to follow her.

"What the hell?" Walker said to Lemur, following in the rear.

They entered what appeared to be a large boiler room, "Karli's in there," Zemo told them as the girl disappeared through the door.

"All right." Sam followed the path of the girl.

Roughly Walker handcuffed Zemo to one of the tanks, "Hey, you got ten minuets."

"Really?" Zemo complained.

"Then we're doing things my way."

"Aggressive." Zemo added. "But I get it."

Kit was sitting on the brick wall- the one Zemo was handcuffed to, Bucky was standing next to where she was, while Walker just stared at the shield. There was something seriously wrong inside that mans head. Kit regarded him, analysing the difference. John Walker is aggressive, Steve wasn't like that. Even in the midst of pure rage, he could never kill someone unnecessarily- good moral standards were at the core of every decision he made, regardless of his own emotional state.

John Walker is different. When he gets angry, morality is not his priority because ultimately he isn't a man of the people, he's a man who centres his own desires, no matter the cost. He doesn't stop to question himself because his ego won't let him.

Where Steve Rogers was measured, John Walker is impulsive. Where Steve Rogers looked out for everyone's best interests, John Walker looks out for his own.

Where Steve Rogers showed self-restraint, John Walker would definitely take the kill strike.

John Walker is not a good man- she concluded, satisfied at her thoughts she looked to Bucky, who was once again doing his thousand yard GI Joe stare.

Then suddenly Walker got up, pacing around the room, "Uh-uh. No, no, no. This is a bad idea."

"It hasn't been ten minuets, John. Just sit tight."

Marshall could tell, from Walkers body language, from his words, from his steps, that something was about to go down. Then she saw something click inside of him, he paced forward, "I'm going in." Kit jumped down, and Bucky stepped forward stopping Walker, "this is all really easy for you, isn't it? All that serum running through your veins. Barnes, your partner needs backup in there." Once again he disregarded Kit, something Steve had never done. "Do you really want his blood on your hands?"

Marshall was so sick of this guy, 'back off Walker.'

"What did she say?" Walker questioned Bucky.

"She told you to back off."

Walker stepped forward menacingly, "what?"

Kit was done with him.

Stepping even closer to her, stopping when his face was mere inchs away hers. "And who are you to tell me what to do? You can't even speak." She grabbed his arm twisting it back.

He curled his hand into a fist and aimed for the front of her face. His fist hit the corner of her mouth, splitting her lip, his second punch hit the bridge of her nose. Her blood splattered all over the ground of the boiler room.

Tasting blood, she did what appeared to be a silent growl as Walker stepped into a blazing roundhouse kick that rattled his skull. He started to fall until--

Marsh's other foot slammed into his rib cage, slamming him into the wall.

She pursued him and fired foot and fist into him repeatedly, like she was exercising on a heavy bag rather than hitting a person. Walker kneed her in the stomach, then they were on the ground wrestling.

As much was clear, she wasn't Steve, but neither was he- at least she didn't go around parading as him.

Lemar stepped behind her, as she predicted he would and he tried to pull her away from his friend. Finally Bucky intervened, "hey," he whispered as he pulled her back, she tried to break free of his grip. When he felt she had herself under control, he released her. Kit stepped forward and spat at Walkers feet, a mixture of blood and saliva.

'disgrace.'

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caz064 · 7 months

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Radio 2 Festival Day 2

The weather forecast for day 2 was gloomy, rain and thunderstorms were promised, and despite waking up to an ashen sky, I was still determined to jump on the train from Nottingham and head off back to Leicester for another day of live music. As I walked from the station to Victoria Park, the younger generations were happily chatting about how excited they were about Kylie Minogue’s performance.…

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#80&039;s #BBC Radio 2 #Eurovision Song Contest #Festival #Jesse Ware #Kylie Minogue #Leicester #Lemar #Live music #Music #Pop Music #Radio 2 #Rick Astley #Sam Ryder #Shalamar #Simply Red #The Pretenders #Victoria Park

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ironmanrecords · 11 months

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The Exile Club

The Exile Club is a five-piece Roots Band; fusing Rock, Soul, Blues and Country to form a distinctly British take on classic Americana. Find them on Facebook here Five professional session musicians who’ve toured to all four corners of the globe, bound together by a serendipitous meeting at the crossroads of their own respective musical journeys. Their songwriting blends a cocktail of styles and…

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dekaohtoura · 1 year

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soytodologo · 1 year

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Trabajando en escenografía. Biombo 4 hojas, 1.70x55 mts la hoja. Pintura de sillas plegables. Tapizado de banco tipo pianista. #soytodologo #woodworking #madera #woodworker #computerrepair #laptops #tv #reparaciondecomputadoras #tvrepair #makesomething #lemar #casamusa #teatro (en SoyTodólogo.COM) https://www.instagram.com/p/CpfqQr8Lljo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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ogbaze · 1 year

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Yemi ALade - Get Down Ft Lemar

Yemi ALade – Get Down Ft Lemar

Yemi Alade – Get Down Ft Lemar Mp3 DOwnload Multi-award wining Nigerian singer and songwriter, Yemi Alade come through with this beautiful song titled “Get Down”featuring Lemar. This song is taken from her ten tracks studio album titled “African Baddie”. If you are a lover of good music, then you will surely love this amazing musical tune from Yemi ALade. Make sure to share this song with…

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trskinfo · 2 years

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Lemar меняет свое торговое название

New Post has been published on https://trskinfo.ru/2022/07/02/lemar-menyaet-svoe-torgovoe-nazvanie/

Lemar меняет свое торговое название

Сеть супермаркетов Lemar проводит ребрендинг после 25 лет работы на Северном Кипре.

Под руководством директоров Гайе Бояджи Ментеша и Гёзде Бояджи бизнес продолжит торговлю под названиями Macro Supermarket и Molto Supermarket, принадлежащими Levent Foods Ltd.

В заявлении объявляется следующее:

«Супермаркеты Lemar, которые обслуживают жителей Турецкой Республики Северного Кипра с 1997 года, меняют свое название и структуру компании и обновляются для развития. Мы стремимся углубить наше понимание качества и безопасного обслуживания, которое мы поддерживаем в течение 25 лет без компромиссов, и мы верим в необходимость быть конкурентоспособным и инновационными для конкуренции. Мы готовы продвигать наши бренды, которые стали частым пунктом назначения для всех нас, в будущее с двумя сильными брендами».

#Lemar #кипр #новости на северном кипре #новости северного кипра #новости северный кипр #новостной портал #портал о северном кипре #портал северного кипра #портал северный кипр #Северный Кипр #Сеть супермаркетов лемар #трскинфо

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metz-n-matteo · 2 years

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With the sea there comes life but also much death. The wheel of life never stops turning. ~ Matteo #lemar #thesea #pacificocean #blacksbeach #torreypinesbeach #torreypinesstatebeach #deadbird #deathandlife #cycleoflife #lizard (at Torrey Pines State Natural Reserve & State Beach) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cc5ohQ5rm17/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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fulcrumqueenrebelfriend · 2 years

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Phase 8: Kit Marshall- chapter 10

Chapter 1 >>

Kit Marshall was walking through the streets of Riga in Lavatia.

"I heard what became of Sokovia cannibalized by it's neighbours before the land was cleared of rubble, erased from the map. I don't suppose any of you bothered visiting the memorial?"

At their stony faces and silence met him, Zemo continued. "Of course not. Why would you? We are here."

"I'm going to go on a walk." Bucky exclaimed looking around.

Kit tilted her head in question.

"You good?"

Bucky briefly nodded, "Yeah. I'll see you guys in a bit." With that he turned and walked back down the street they had come from.

Kit hesitated briefly before following Sam and Zemo inside. Her sides still hurt from the shipping containers in Madripor. The door opened revealing Bucky as Kit began to redress the bandages around her. Zemo walked out of the bathroom in what appeared to be a robe with a towel wrapped around his head. Sam looked up with a questioning look as the door opened, sitting on one of the stools before the kitchen.

"Well, the Wakandans are here. They want Zemo. Bought us some more time."

"Were you followed?" Sam quizzed.

"No." He replied, checking if Kit was all right with her wounds.

"How can you be so sure?" Zemo cynically questioned.

"Cause I know when I'm being followed."

'The Wakandans all ready know we are here.' Kit signalled before adding the finishing touches to the dressing.

"It was sweet of you to defend me at least."

"Hey, you shut it. No one's defending you. You killed Nagel."

"Do we really have to litigate what may or may not have happened?"

Kit watched Bucky read something on his phone a shocked expression on his face.

"There's nothing to litigate. You straight shot the man."

"Guys." He only addressed Sam and Kit.

"What?"

"Karli bombed a GRC supply depot."

"What? What's the damage?"

"Eleven injured, three dead. They have a list of demands and are promising more attacks if those demands aren't met."

"She's getting worse. I have the will to complete this mission. Do the three of you?"

"She's just a kid."

"You're seeing something in her that isn't there. You're clouded by it. She's a supremacist. The very concept of a super soldier will always trouble people. It's that warped aspiration that led to Nazis, to Ultron, to the Avengers."

"Hey those are our friends you're talking about."

"The avengers, not the Nazis."

"So, Karli is radicalized, but there has to be a peaceful way to stop her."

"The desire to become a superhuman cannot be separated from supremacist ideals. Anyone with that serum is inherently on that path. She will not stop. She will escalate until you kill her."

Sam maintained his stoic expression and Zemo continued. "Or she kills you."

"Maybe your wrong Zemo. The serum never corrupted Steve."

"Touche. But there has never been another Steve Rogers, has there?"

"Well, maybe we should give him to the Wakandans right now."

"And you'll give up your tour guide?"

"Yes."

'Hands down.'

"From my understanding, Donya is like a pillar of the community, right? So when I was a kid, my TT passed away."

"Your TT." Bucky said sitting on the blue flower speckled couch, near Kit. His eyes were shut in frustration.

"Yeah my TT, yeah."

"Who is your TT?"

Kit chuckled as silent as ever at their attitudes.

"Fine when I was a kid, my aunt passed away and the entire neighbourhood got together for a ceremony. It was like a week long."

'And you think they could be doing the same thing for Donya?'

"Bingo. Maybe they're doing the same thing for Donya." He said pointing to Kit.

"Worth a shot."

"Your TT would be proud of you." Zemo told him with a voice that was in between sarcastic and earnest. "Turkish delight." He threw one at Sam. "Irresistible."

Kit Marshal sighed, Zemo was the most irritating guy in the world, somehow, someway he managed to manipulate everyone's words and actions. And Kit was steadily getting sick of it.

Following Zemo they strolled through the old fashioned streets looking at the once grand buildings. They made their way to a refugee camp, the sounds of children and laughter met their ears. Kit smiled, even in the worst situations how did these children remain happy and playful. It must have been the impact this Donya figure had on them.

"Shame what's become of this place. When I was young, we used to come here for fabulous dinners and parties. I knew nothing of the politics of the time, of course, but I remember it being beautiful."

"I'm gonna take a look around upstairs. See what you can find out here. And keep and eye on him."

Zemo stared at the children in the distance, "I'll stay out of your way."

Kit and Bucky shared a look, before walking over to some people. "Donya?" Everyone walked away or turned their heads. "No?"

Zemo walked over to the children playing what appeared to be a version of soccer. With a brown paper bag in his hand he grabbed a stool. Setting it down he emptied the contents of the paper bag, revealing the Turkish delights he had offered Sam earlier. Kit watched as he talked to a small girl who approached him, taking one of the sweets. Bucky had clear suspicion written over his face as the child came forth and whispered in Zemo's ear.

Sam came up behind them, "its starting to feel like a dead end."

'strange.'

"What the hell is he doing?"

Zemo picked up a handful of the sweets and gave them to the girl, saying one final thing before he walked past them. "Cute kids."

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Chapter 11 >>

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buckysbarnes · 1 year

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THE FALCON AND THE WINTER SOLDIER episode two: the star-spangled man

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jemgirl86 · 1 year

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When I tell you that at least 50% of fandom missed, not only the point of the show overall, but the point of almost every individual piece of the show, this is what I mean. Seriously, the fact that this take has over 3700 likes is actually amazing to me.

Listen, nobody likes to talk about Spellman’s shitty writing more than me, and I could write a 1000 word essay about how disgusting it was to kill Lamar in order to inspire some “white man pain”, but even Spellman cannot be blamed for the asinine reactions some people have to this scene in particular and John Walker’s character in general.

Of course people got mad at Walker for beating an unarmed man, an unarmed man who didn’t even kill Lamar by the way, to death, while he held his hands up in surrender. Fucking duh.

#tfatws #well i mean spellman can always be blamed lol #he was the head writer after all and did not have to ok lemar’s death #but if you can’t see that what Walker did in response to that death was wrong then that’s a you problem #this was such an obvious scene and still so many ppl get it wrong #it’s actually insane #walker is a pos and it’s not subtle #or debatable

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nitpickrider · 7 months

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And there it is. That little twinkle we see inside of John that means, no matter how many times he royally, violently fucks it all up. We can't find it in ourselves to give up on him. Captain America #380

#marvel #marvel comics #marvel universe #marvel heroes #superhero #comics #usagent #john walker #battlestar #lemar hoskins

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swan-of-sunrise · 1 year

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The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Part II)

Summary: In the wake of the announcement that John Walker would be the new Captain America, (Y/N) lends a patient ear to both Sam and Bucky, and an open-minded Steve gets an important and well-meaning lesson on modern forms of discrimination.

Pairing: Steve Rogers X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings/Disclaimers: Disclaimer for a frank discussion of racism/bigotry

A/N: Writing more Sam and Bucky and their constant squabbling was so much fun, and it really did wonders counteracting how sad it was writing Steve’s emotions about Walker becoming Cap lol thank you for reading, I hope you all enjoy!

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Part II) May 2024 Rockport, Maine (Previous Chapter)

Two weeks later, (Y/N) was sitting alone on her wraparound porch and fiddling with Natasha’s old red hourglass-shaped belt buckle, her lost friend’s treasured memento unable to give her its usual sense of comfort as she listened to Sam talk. He’d filtered through a wide range of emotions in the days since Captain John F. Walker had been named the new Captain America – shock, anger, sadness, outrage – before finally settling on heartbreak. Seeing a white man with the same blonde hair, blue eyes and chiseled physique that the country had come to expect in their Star-Spangled-Man-With-A-Plan did nothing short of break Sam’s heart and – although she was nowhere near a trained psychologist – she suspected that it only served to validate his intrusive imposter syndrome. She’d made it a point to call and check in on him every day since, and she was happy that her best friend hadn’t shut her out; just as he’d been there for her during so many difficult times in the past, she was giving him the strength and support that they both knew he needed.

“I decided not to watch that GMA interview that aired this morning,” Sam sighed over the phone. “I mean, why put myself through all that?”

“Believe me, you didn’t miss anything you couldn’t just find out with a quick Google search. The guy’s like a walking slice of plain white bread.” (Y/N) smiled to herself as her best friend snorted in amusement at her joke. “Scott was blowing up my phone throughout the entire thing; Walker had better watch himself, because he’s only been on the job for two weeks and he’s already got Ant-Man pissed off at him.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Tic-Tac angry before and now I kinda don’t want to; all the shrinking and growing still freaks me out a little, and I haven’t forgotten how that little shit deactivated my wings like it was nothin’.” Their laughter faded away into a heavy silence that was eventually broken by Sam. “Thank you, (Y/N).”

She frowned in confusion. “For what?”

“For not trying to convince me to talk to Steve about all this. I love the guy, I really do, but with all this that’s happened…it’s somethin’ that he can never really understand. Maybe he will someday, but it’s not up to either of us if he does or doesn’t.” Biting her lip, (Y/N) struggled to think of how best to respond to his statements but he continued on before she could say anything. “So, how’s everyone doing today? Enjoying the warm weather up there?”

“Well, Steve took Carina and Indy for a walk after the GMA interview, so it’s just me holding down the fort; I tried working a little on the first draft of my book but I couldn’t get Walker’s annoying mug out of my mind, so I decided to sit out here and give my best friend a call. What about you? How’s your search for these Flag Smashers going?”

A few days after the new Captain America was announced, Sam told her about the emergence of an anti-nationalist group that aspired to return Earth’s governments and society to how it was after the Snap and before the Battle of Earth: a united world without borders or patriotism that cared about helping each other in times of need. As someone who lived through those turbulent five years and who didn’t necessarily agree with everything the Global Repatriation Council was doing, their initial mission statement sounded appealing to (Y/N); however, their methods were violent and destructive and most concerning of all, they were comprised of suspected super-soldiers and possessed a replica of Doctor Erskine’s serum. An Air Force friend of Sam’s had a close call with the group in Switzerland and for the past two weeks, they’d both been tracking their whereabouts to try and apprehend them.

“Pretty good, actually. Torres managed to track them to Munich and Redwing picked up some aerial footage of their suspected base just outside of the city, so we’re flying out of D.C. at oh-nine-hundred.”

“In that case, I should probably let you go so you don’t miss your flight…” (Y/N) twisted the belt buckle around and around in her grasp and tried not to think about the last friend she’d said goodbye to before an important mission. “Good luck out there, Birdbrain.”

Sam chuckled and replied, “Thanks, Booksmart. I’ll give you a call as soon as I can, okay?”

They both said their goodbyes and after hanging up, (Y/N) sat back in her rocking chair and held her belt buckle to her chest as she closed her eyes. “Keep an eye on him for me, Nat.” Her eyes flew open when her phone rang again and she scrambled to answer it. “Hello?”

“Hey, doll, it’s Bucky. Where the hell is Sam?”

(Y/N)’s shoulders sagged in sudden realization. “Oh, shit. I take it that you watched the GMA interview…”

“Yeah, I did, and it’s about time that he and I discussed how he just threw away that shield.” The super-soldier’s voice was filled with ire and she could hear his agitated pacing in the background. “I’m at your guys’ old place in D.C. but he’s not here, so I thought you might know where he’s at.”

“Bucky, none of this is going to change what’s happened-”

“Do you know how much it hurt to hear a total stranger sit there with that shield and call himself a brother to Steve? Do you have any idea how it feels to have Steve’s legacy tarnished by a guy who would’ve gladly kicked his pre-serum ass if we were back in the 40’s?”

Clenching her jaw in growing irritation, (Y/N) stood and started pacing across the porch. “Believe it or not, Bucky, I do. You think I didn’t try everything I could to get answers for what they did? It took threatening to go to the press for Senator Smith’s office to return my calls and when they finally did, I got an incredibly condescending explanation about what constitutes as government property. If I went any further than that, then I’d risk my family’s safety and privacy, so now I’m forced to sit by and watch a man who I know isn’t worthy of the shield parade around as Captain America while all those asshats on Capitol Hill congratulate themselves for preserving the so-called sanctity of a mantle that they’ve never understood.”

She could hear Bucky sigh. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to accuse you of not caring or anything. It’s just…that shield, Steve’s legacy…it means a lot to me. And to see Sam just throw it all away for no reason…”

“You want answers? Sam’s scheduled to fly out of Joint Base Andrews at 9 o’clock for an overseas mission, so if you want to talk to him then you’d better make it quick.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). I owe you one.”

“It’s no problem, but can you do me a favor and actually listen to what Sam has to say? He’s really been beating himself up over what’s happened, and you coming in hot with angry accusations isn’t going to make him or you feel better.”

“…Okay, okay, I’ll try. For you.” Bucky’s pacing slowed and she could tell he was weighing his words. “How’s Steve handling all this?”

(Y/N) leaned a hip against the porch railing and looked out at the gentle waves in the distance. “When I figure that out, I’ll tell you.”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. I should probably let you go now; by the time I drive across D.C. and talk my way past the MP’s, it’ll be time for Sam’s flight to take off. I’ll call you soon, doll. Give Carina a kiss for me, okay?”

After they exchanged their goodbyes and she tucked her cell phone back into her pocket, (Y/N) looked down at the belt buckle in her hand and gave it a small smile. “Could you keep an eye on Bucky too while you’re at it, Nat? Something tells me that Sam won’t be traveling to Munich alone…”

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“Dinner was delicious, sunshine,” Steve commented later that evening as they cleaned up the kitchen together; there was a mischievous twinkle in his azure eyes when he spared her a brief glance and continued drying the dishes she’d finished washing. “You know, you’ve come a long way from only knowing how to make spaghetti, tacos and scrambled eggs.”

Narrowing her eyes, (Y/N) playfully flicked some soapy dishwater at her chuckling husband. “This coming from the guy who used to boil all his food and who never touched hot sauce until he was ninety-seven.” They finished washing and drying the dishes in comfortable silence, and it wasn’t until after they checked on Carina fast asleep in her crib and made their way back out to the living room that she decided to bring up the subject of the new Captain America. “Sweetheart, if I ask you a question will you promise to give me an honest answer?”

Steve’s brow arched but he nodded all the same. “Of course. What is it?”

“What was going through your head when you saw the announcement naming John Walker as the new Captain America?”

They sat down on the couch and Steve’s hand automatically found hers, his thin fingers intertwining with hers as he considered her pointed question. “Honestly? For a split second there, I thought that I was seeing a ghost on the television screen.” (Y/N)’s brow furrowed in confusion and he continued. “When I was accepted into Project Rebirth and sent to Camp Lehigh, I joined an entire regiment of potential candidates and over the course of a week, we were ordered to complete training that would determine which one of us would be chosen as the SSR’s first test subject. Doctor Erskine made it pretty clear from the beginning that he wanted me, but Colonel Phillips was gunning for a guy named Gilmore Hodge.” He huffed out a quiet chuckle. “Talk about a horse’s ass. Hodge was a bully; he fought with the other guys in the barracks, he cheated during training to get higher scores and he hated that a woman was the one personally overseeing our training.”

“Wait a sec, was he the soldier that Peggy told me about once, the one she knocked onto his ass with just one punch?” Steve nodded and (Y/N) grinned appreciatively. “Peggy Carter was such a bad-ass. So, Walker reminds you of Hodge?”

“Mm-hmm, right down to the blonde hair and blue eyes. Everything I’d read or heard about him since paints him as the perfect soldier, and it was all summed up in that GMA interview this morning.” Steve bit his bottom and looked over at the wall beside their small piano. He’d spent their first month in Maine framing and hanging some of the sketches he’d completed over the years; scenes of his childhood in Brooklyn featuring his mother Sarah and Bucky, portraits of his fellow Howling Commandos and everyone he’d worked with at the SSR, doodles of the laid-back days spent with the Avengers and more drawings of (Y/N) throughout the years than she could count. Doctor Abraham Erskine’s portrait hung proudly towards the center of the wall, a place of honor for the man who changed Steve’s life in more ways than one, and Steve’s eyes softened a little as he continued. “Doctor Erskine came to the barracks to see me on the night before the scheduled procedure. He told me about the time Schmidt took an unfinished dose of the serum and how he became the Red Skull, but then he said something I don’t think I’ll ever forget: ‘The serum amplifies everything that’s inside, so good becomes great and bad becomes worse.’” His azure eyes flicked back over to (Y/N) while the corner of his mouth lifted into a humorless smile. “The second thought that ran through my head after seeing that broadcast was ‘Thank God that they didn’t get their hands on Erskine’s serum too.’”

Sensing his pensive mood, (Y/N) draped her legs over his lap so she could cuddle up against him and rested her head on his shoulder. “The government did what the government does best: purposefully overlooked the accomplishments of a Black man in favor of maintaining the status quo. It’s a tale older than America itself.”

“But…” Steve’s voice was filled with an uncertainty that she’d come to associate with him being a man out of time. “Sam was the one who decided to give the shield to the Smithsonian. Unless…did he mention if someone contacted him and convinced him to hand it over?”

“No, no one convinced him. Sam doesn’t talk about it much, but he suffers from something called imposter syndrome; it’s when you believe that you’re less capable than those around you, that any success you’ve had in your life is only the result of luck and that at the end of the day, you’ll be outed as a fraudster. Many, many people of all walks of life struggle with imposter syndrome but it particularly affects the BAME – Black, Asian and Minority Ethnic – community.”

The thumb that had been caressing her knee slowed as Steve carefully asked, “So, when Sam said that he felt like the shield belonged to someone else, what he really meant was that it belonged to someone who looked like me?”

(Y/N) nodded. “To you, you were only passing along a superhero name and a vibranium shield to the person you believed was meant to have them but to Sam, he was faced with accepting a mantle that reminded him of the atrocities of our country’s history and a future where he’d be the first and only Black man ever named Captain America. It’s a heavy burden to bear and in the end, Sam chose to put his well-being first.”

“I didn’t think that…I-I should’ve known…”

Sitting up, (Y/N) cupped Steve’s face and gently coaxed him to look at her, her heart breaking a little as she looked into his distraught eyes. “Sweetheart, none of this is your fault. You only did what you thought was right, and there’s no way that you could’ve known any of this on your own. Sam doesn’t blame you, so you shouldn’t go and start blaming yourself.” She gave him a sad sort of smile. “If only there were more people like you and Sam in the world…I guess I should count myself lucky that I have the both of you in my life.”

Her husband’s expression softened and he shook his head. “Nah, we’re definitely the lucky ones, baby.” His thumb and forefinger lightly grasped her chin and held her steady as he leaned forward to capture her lips in a loving kiss.

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The next day, (Y/N) spent the morning and much of the afternoon on a conference call with Greg and the editors going over the first draft of Assemble: The Unabridged History of the Avengers and while a freshly-inspired Steve worked into the evening on the cover art, (Y/N) set up Carina’s playpen in the garage and kept an eye on her daughter while she worked up a sweat with their suspended punching bag. Her time with the punching bag was when she allowed herself to reflect on the nightmares she experienced as a result of her PTSD; they were usually memories of all the losses she’d suffered at the hands of Thanos, playing over and over on a constant loop in her mind, but exercising helped her acknowledge and slowly push through them.

While she was taking a quick water break and checking Carina for signs of sleepiness, her cell phone began to play the tell-tale tune of Sam’s ringtone. “You hear that, Cari? Uncle Sam’s calling!” The infant clapped her little hands together and (Y/N) grinned as she reached for her phone, but she arched a brow in surprise when she saw that it was actually a FaceTime request; with a shrug, (Y/N) answered and was met with the sight of Sam’s withdrawn face. “Sam? What’s wrong, Sam?”

“It’s probably easier to tell you what isn’t wrong,” Her best friend sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Bucky and I went to Munich yesterday and got our asses handed to us by eight super-soldiers, he took me to Baltimore to meet an old man named Isiah Bradley and I got to learn that the Army once experimented on Black soldiers while trying to replicate the serum, Bucky got himself arrested because he missed a therapy session, and I was forced into an uncomfortable couple’s counseling session with Mr. Stares-a-lot himself.”

“Wow, that was…a lot.”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your workout, (Y/N), but after the day I’ve had, I just really needed to see a friendly face.” Sam’s expression relaxed when he caught sight of Carina playing with her stuffed white wolf. “Two friendly faces, actually. How you doin’, cutie-pie?”

“Say ‘hi’ to Uncle Sam, lemon drop.” (Y/N) helped the infant wave her chubby hand at the screen and grinned when her best friend chuckled. “Hey, that got you to smile! Did you want to talk about it?”

Sam shook his head. “Nah, it’s okay. I’m too tired to go through it all again.”

Before (Y/N) could reply, Bucky appeared from behind Sam and gave her a half-wave. “Nice to see you again, doll. Is Samuel here tellin’ you all about my time in the slammer?”

“Bucky, are you all right?” She ignored the glares that both men were shooting one another and waved her hand in front of the camera to grab their attention. “Hey, if you guys stop doing that weird macho shit, you’ll realize I asked you a question.” Carina let out a particularly loud coo and (Y/N) glanced over at her with an apologetic smile. “Yes, Cari, that was a bad word that Mommy shouldn’t have said, but your uncles are driving Mommy insane right now.” She looked back at the screen and raised a pointed brow. “How are you feeling, Bucky?”

“Well, I feel better,” Sam interrupted as they walked out onto a sidewalk.

Bucky sighed in annoyance. “I feel awful, (Y/N), but thanks for asking.”

A police car’s siren blared through the phone’s speaker, ending as soon as it began but replaced with a familiar boastful voice. “Gentlemen! Good to see you again.” Instead of hanging up the FaceTime, Sam switched to a normal phone call after exchanging a look with Bucky and although (Y/N) was confused by his action, she listened closely as they approached John Walker. “Who were you talking to? Your girlfriend?”

“My best friend, actually. She was checking in on me, but she had to go.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), right?” (Y/N)’s brows rose in surprise but she remained silent, mindful that the phone was on speaker. “I’ve studied the files of all the Avengers in preparation for taking up the mantle, in case I ever have to work alongside them. I sent her an email, you know, giving her my condolences and asking for her personal blessing to carry Steve’s shield, but I guess it must’ve gotten lost somewhere ‘cause I never heard back.”

“That’s because I sent that unopened email directly into the goddamn trash,” She muttered under her breath and heard Bucky cover his snort of amusement with a small cough.

“Look, if we divide ourselves, we don’t stand a chance and you guys know that.”

Sam sighed. “So, what do you got?”

“Well, the leader’s name’s Karli Morgenthau. We’ve been targeting civilians who’ve been helping Karli move from place to place.”

A new voice spoke up, and (Y/N) quickly recognized it as belonging to Lemar Hoskins, Walker’s partner known as Battlestar to the public. “They geo-tagged a location, then scrambled the signal. But our satellites have found their symbol popping up in various displaced communities all across Central and Eastern Europe.”

“We think she’s taking the medicine she just stole to one of those camps.”

Bucky snorted in derision, and (Y/N) could very-well imagine him rolling his eyes in plain view of Walker. “Well, there are hundreds of those all over the planet since the Blip, so I guess you’ll have to look real hard.”

“Good thing I have 20/20 vision, huh?”

“Where is she now, Walker? Do you know?”

“No, we don’t know, Bucky. It’s only a matter of time before we find out.”

“Things are really intense for you, aren’t they, Walker?”

(Y/N) listened to the heated exchange between Bucky and Walker with growing concern, and she was thankful when Sam interrupted them before they could escalate. “Take it easy. Look, Walker’s right. It is imperative that we find them and stop them, but you guys have rules of engagement and all kinds of authorization you have to get. We’re free agents. We’re more flexible, so it wouldn’t make sense for us to work with you.”

There was a moment’s pause before Walker replied, “A word of advice, then: Stay the hell out of my way.”

She could hear footsteps walking down the street and after a minute, the phone call was switched back to FaceTime and she saw Sam and Bucky’s concerned faces on the screen. “So, what do you think of the new Captain America?”

“I think that you two need to be careful around him,” (Y/N) answered honestly, perching herself on the garage’s workbench and shaking her head. “Something seems off with him. I mean, ‘targeting civilians’ was concerning enough, and then he basically threatened you both when you wouldn’t agree to work with him? I don’t know about either of you, but I’m even more grateful that he doesn’t have the serum than I was before.”

“Yeah, me too. Speaking of the serum, it looks like we’ll have to start there if we wanna gather more intel on these Flag Smashers.” Sam glanced over at Bucky walking beside him. “What are you thinkin’?”

“Well, I know what we have to do. When Isaiah said ‘my people’-”

“Oh, don’t take that to heart, that’s not what he meant.”

“No, he meant Hydra.” At Bucky’s statement, (Y/N)’s jaw dropped as she slowly realized what he was intending on doing. “Hydra used to be my people.”

Sam scoffed at Bucky’s implication. “Not a chance.”

“Walker doesn’t have any leads-”

“I know where you’re going with this, no.”

“He knows all of Hydra’s secrets. Don��t you remember Siberia?” Bucky shot an imploring look at (Y/N). “C’mon, doll, back me up here.”

(Y/N) bit her lip and carefully thought their less-than-ideal situation over. “It sounds like you don’t have much of a choice in the matter, but you need to make sure you’re mentally prepared to face him again. I remember Siberia, Bucky, but I also remember how he took control of you in Berlin.”

Sam looked over at Bucky with concern in his dark brown eyes. “So, you’re just gonna go sit in a room with this guy?”

“…Yes.”

With a slow nod, her best friend glanced between the super-soldier beside him and his phone screen. “Okay, then. We’re gonna go see Zemo.”

Despite the seriousness of their situation, (Y/N) couldn’t contain her huff of laughter. “Look at you two, already starting to work together like a team. Keep it up and you’ll figure all of this out in no time. Hey, maybe you’ll even end up becoming real friends!”

“You’ve got some imagination, doll; it’s no wonder why Steve fell head over heels for you,” Bucky remarked but managed to give her a half-smile. “Take care while we’re gone, okay?”

“I’ll give you a call as soon as we know more about what we’re dealing with.” Her best friend’s assured tone and the look of determination that was written across his features helped to ease some of her worry for the pair, and he smiled a little when she finally nodded. “We’ll see you soon, Booksmart.”

“Good luck, Birdbrain,” (Y/N) replied and when the FaceTime ended, she sighed and stared at her concerned reflection in the phone’s screen. “And stay safe.” She pocketed her phone and lifted Carina out of her playpen, giving the giggling infant a kiss on the forehead and tickling her stomach before handing her the stuffed white wolf. “You’re absolutely right, lemon drop. Your uncles are going to be okay because they’ve got each other’ backs. C’mon, let’s go check on Daddy and make sure he hasn’t fallen asleep on one of his easels again…”

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A/N: The next chapter takes place in Delacroix, so buckle up for more angst and shenanigans! Thank you all so much for reading and commenting! I’ve created a Spotify playlist inspired by this series, and I’ll be updating it every time I upload a new chapter. Enjoy!

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