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karimac · 2 years

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...in the details, Part 7

A/N: Warning for this series: 18+ audience (minors DNI), some cinematic level violence, some fluff and angst. Doubt that smut will be involved, but it may be implied. I’ll make sure that is noted clearly if it pops up.

All relationships, at this point in the story, are platonic, but there is romance in the cards for Kari and Bucky.

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You didn’t say a word as you grabbed the case from Sharon, ran into her apartment and locked yourself in her bathroom. You knelt on the floor and opened it, checking to make sure that what you felt was in the case was actually there.

“I don’t appreciate being locked out of my own bathroom, Auntie Kay!” Sharon said as she was the first to get inside, slamming her hand on the door and driving you crazy in the process.

“Give me a minute!” you screamed as you could sense Bucky, Sam and Zemo pulling up to the door as well. “If you’d touched anything in this case, Sharon, you might be dead. And I am just as clueless…shite…”

“That can’t be good,” Sam said as you sensed the quartet outside the door backing away from it. The bathroom was filling with a green mist, and you knew immediately who had sent this to you just as you realized the mist was seeping under the door. “And Auntie Kay? Seriously? Why are we just hearing that now, Sharon?”

“It’s…Loki had been holding this for me. With his death, I guess he had tasked someone with getting this to me. We were more friends at the end than I realized,” you said as you finally came out of the bathroom, holding a dagger that was very familiar to Bucky.

“It’s that damned knife,” he said as he stepped back a foot away from you. “Why did Loki have it?”

“I took it to him to see if he and Frigga could figure out what it does. After our dust up in Katowice, I was hurt and I was clueless. I asked Loki to hold it for me back in 1991. When you went to Wakanda for healing, it never dawned on me to get the stupid thing back. You didn’t need me or it poking into a rather delicate process. It would likely have freaked out that staff of scientists in Wakanda.”

“Why is such a small knife in such a huge case?” Zemo asked as you went back and picked up the case, opening it fully to the group. “Oh,” was all he said as you pulled another, heftier weapon out of it. The last time you had used the sword that had taken up most of the space in that case had been in London in the mid-1800s, and it still made you want to cry every time you held the damned thing. The silver hilt had a raven sitting atop a flaming sun, and the blade was dotted with dried blood.

“He had this sword hidden for me as well, and that is all you need to know about it at the moment,” you said as you took the sword and put it back in the case. When you went to close the lid, an envelope jutted out of a corner pocket. You put the envelope on a shelf to the side of the bathroom door and set the dagger on top of it. Once you closed the case fully, you opened a small pocket dimension door to stash the case in. The envelope and the dagger, with its emerald studded hilt and golden overlay on the blade, were staying with you. The dagger still had some of your blood and Bucky’s on it as well. That little detail surprised you.

You went to check the envelope, and a small ring fell to the floor. You squatted down to pick it up, and you mouthed a silent “thank you” as you got back up. It was a gift from Loki that you were more than happy to have as you thought about going to see Dr. Nagel. “And this little thing is better than truth serum. If Nagel is lying, I’ll know, without going into his mind once,” you said as you put the ring on your dominant right hand.

“It looks like a mood ring,” Sam said as you laughed. “We used to have one in the junk jewelry box my Mama had. Never worked right.”

“It sort of is a mood ring, but this one only works for people like me,” you said as Sharon rolled her eyes at the comment. “Here, try it,” you said as you handed her the golden band dotted with amethysts and emeralds with a moonstone in the center. “Ask me a question, Sharon.”

“I think I’m going to pass,” Sharon said as she handed the ring back. “The one question I am dying to ask, I know you won’t answer. Not around these three anyway. It might make things a little complicated.”

“His name was Thom O’Malley. He was my second husband, and the last time I held that sword was the day he died,” you said as you stared Sharon down. “But you knew that because I’m sure Peggy had that in my dossier. Now, any takers?” you asked the three gentlemen in the room as you showed them the ring again, but they all declined. “Fine then. I’ll hold it until we find Nagel.”

Finding Nagel was not the problem once Sharon got everyone to the docks. Staying alive after he opened up about the Super Soldier serum was the bigger bit of business, especially after Zemo shot the man dead and his container car lab blew up.

Hell, you never even got to use the ring Loki had sent along to you! Maybe it was because the man was afraid of Bucky shooting him. He should have been more afraid of Zemo in the end.

You didn’t remember crashing to the floor when the explosion happened, but Sam shaking your shoulder to rouse you was all too real. So were the bullets whizzing past you when you ran out of the container car. Zemo was long gone, and you figured this whole trip was for nothing as Sam, Bucky and Sharon bickered with each other behind a makeshift barricade.

{{Will you all shut up? I can’t concentrate}} you telepathically said in their minds, sending the trio into a bit of a tizzy as you tried to find the best way out of this mess. But then there was another explosion, and you could see a purple-hooded Zemo was taking out more of Madripoor’s muscle with his gun. You were damned lucky to get a shield barrier up to protect your compatriots from the fire caused by the blast.

As you all finally got out from behind the barricade, Zemo vanished from sight once more, but then he rolled up in a vintage Pontiac Firebird. You looked at Sam and Bucky getting in the car, and then you looked over at Sharon. Something about this whole situation seemed very wrong, and you realized what it was as soon as you pulled that dagger from your belt. It and the letter were the last things you grabbed from Sharon’s apartment before you left to find Nagel.

“Buck’s right,” you muttered under your breath.

“What am I right about?” he asked as he saw you palming the dagger. “Maybe you should stash that thing before we get on Zemo’s plane?”

“You don’t need me where you’re going,” you mumbled as you opened a portal just in front of the car. “I need to parse out Loki’s note. Any clues to this dagger are in it, and I may need to go to Wong to help me decipher it. You guys need to be clear headed about this, and if Bucky and I start reliving falling off Polish university roofs, well, that isn’t good. And I can find you if you need me.”

“You’re running again,” Bucky grumbled as he got in the front seat, refusing to move it up once Sam got in the back.

“What else is new?” you said as you threw up your hands and walked through the portal. But you had no intension of going to see Wong just yet. You needed to go home.

The moment your feet touched Irish soil you felt better. You just needed to be away from all the noise of this disastrous mess. You could just feel the tension rising again when you left, and you did not want to play referee to Bucky, Sam, Zemo or anyone else.

“They can sit on a bloody plane for a few hours and not make a mess of it,” you said under your breath, but then you remembered the flight to Madripoor and realized you likely had just made a huge mistake. But you couldn’t be a babysitter for that trio, and you really did have work to do about this stupid dagger.

Before you went inside, you walked around to the back of your small house on the grounds of your family’s ancestral home. It wasn’t the manor house you had showed to Team Cap from that window in your pocket dimension safe house on that Christmas Eve so long ago. This was the “small” house closer to the stables on the property. It was a lot cozier now that it was only you living there, and even then you split your time between County Kildare and Brooklyn anyway. There was a small garden in the back where you would usually sit and drink tea or coffee the mornings you were there, but right now it just gave you a quiet place to read Loki’s letter.

“I wish I had come back for this so we could have discussed it in person…”

You sighed heavily as you looked at the envelope, and then you noticed the runes along the edge of the letter once you pulled it out. Loki had put some magic into the note, and you could only imagine what it was he was trying to hide from prying eyes. You ran your fingers over the runes as you expected hidden lettering to appear. You got much more than that. A hologram of sorts materialized before you.

“Finally!” the apparition said with a devilish grin as “Loki” sat in the chair to your right. “I suspect by now you know what I did to make this happen, and I am afraid the magic may not last long. And if this is in your hands, well, I may have met my end sooner than I planned, little goddess.”

You looked at “Loki” and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. You died a hero. But I wish I had gotten to say good bye. Properly. And with an apology.”

“For what?” he asked as he saw you had the dagger in your belt.

“For not convincing people that you were under the thrall of the mind stone. They never saw it with you, and they never truly understood the brainwashing thing about Bucky either. I’ve failed you both, at various times, in so many ways.”

“You do not control the world, as much as Stark and others might wish you did at times,” “Loki” replied as he shook his head. “You do not need to take on that burden. I am sure the sergeant and I both know that. Now, about that dagger. No one seems to know what it does. It may be from another realm. I don’t know…”

The apparition started to blink in and out, and you could tell the magic was failing.

“Twining. Joining of souls. Empathic bond. I’m not sure. I wish I could be of more help, little raven.”

“Thank you, my friend,” you said as you hung your head and the apparition disappeared. It would have to do for now, or at least until you saw Loki once more at the end of your days. You closed your eyes and clutched the letter, tears spilling down your face as you tried to rekindle the magic in it once more. But the sudden jarring noise of a jet brought you back to reality. As the Wakandan transport landed in the open space behind your home, you were greeted by Okoye, the general of the Dora Milaje and one of the few women you trusted to understand what it took to get through what must have seemed a charmed life to many. Why she was here was going to be a problem, though.

Okoye crossed her arms and looked every bit the pissed off general as she stood on the ramp of the jet. “Explain to me why it was so important for them to use Helmut Zemo as a contact for this mission?”

“I know you spoke to the Berlin authorities. I saw the call go out on their console at the prison,” you said as you invited Okoye into your home. “I take it Ayo is on her way to see them? I do not have the particulars of how he got out. He was the best contact to get information on who stole the Super Soldier serum. As far as I am concerned, he can rot for eternity for what he did to Bucky,” you said as you moved past the back door, closing it behind you so none of the staff on the property would come knocking just yet.

“And does Bucky know how you feel?” Okoye asked as she sat down on one of the leather chairs in your small office toward the rear of the house. “You staring at him through the stasis tube as he slept might not have been the best way to let him know how you feel.”

“Bucky does not deserve to be saddled with the likes of me, and we both know that. He deserves happiness and a bright future, not more fighting. Be right back,” you said quietly as you walked out of the room and back in a few minutes later with a pitcher of water, iced tea, bottles of juice, some glasses and a plate of fruit and cookies. Your staff checked in every few days to make sure a small bit of food was on hand in case you showed up unannounced. “He deserves peace. By my very nature, that is not what he would get from me. Please, help yourself,” you said as you set the items down.

“I think you are being ridiculous, and so is he with this plan of his,” Okoye replied after pouring herself some juice. “Ayo will not go easy on him for this.”

“And that’s why I will likely go to Riga, but I had a problem to deal with first,” you said as you held up the dagger. “I had taken this to a friend a long time ago for safe keeping, but he died, and now it is back in my hands. It binds me and Bucky somehow, but I don’t need to figure this out while flying over the ocean or in the middle of a battle. We stabbed each other with it during a fight in 1991, and I’m not sure what it did to us.”

“Is that the blade he stabbed you with in the heart?” Okoye asked as you just stood and stared at her. “He told us about it when he saw a photo of you with King Azzuri.”

“Oh, that’s just lovely,” you groaned as you held the dagger. “Yes, it is. And I need to figure out what happened after we stabbed each other. Wait. Why did he bring it up?”

“He had a nightmare. That’s all I know,” Okoye added as she sipped her drink.

“No wonder he wanted to stay the hell away from it,” you noted as you put it into a box on your desk for the moment. “Thank you for that information. I’ll try to get them to see reason about sending Zemo back to prison now. I’m hoping Ayo has him in custody before I get there. I’m sick of his holier-than-thou smug attitude. He sees things in black and white, but he never seems to see the gray area just beyond the edges. And I am still not thrilled with how he treats Bucky and Sam.”

“Then why are you here and not with them? Is it because of that dagger?” Okoye asked as you nodded in reply. “Then maybe you should do what is needed and get to Riga? And have you seen this new Captain America? What is your take on him?”

“Oh, yes, I met the man,” you said as you grunted under your breath. “He is arrogant, but he has the physical skills to do the job. I just wonder about his take on holding that shield. You can imagine the drama between Bucky and Sam about all of this. I am trying like hell not to play referee between those two. I think that’s another reason I headed back here. I needed to think, and their interactions about that shield make that a bit difficult.”

“I would not wait long,” Okoye said as she got up and prepared to leave. “Barnes is as stubborn as you are.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” you said as you nodded to the general as she left your house and went back to the jet. You walked the dagger down to what you called The Armory in the basement of your home and stored it in a safe guarded by wards not used in centuries. It would be safe for now, and you would bring Wong here to take a look at it soon.

As you came back upstairs, you could tell the team was well on their way to Riga. A quick shower and a short nap couldn’t hurt. Right?

Wrong. You slept half a day, maybe more, and what you woke up to freaked you out. You could feel what was going on with Bucky, Sam and Zemo. You could hear Ayo. You could see John Walker and Lemar Hoskins.

“Shite,” was all you could say as you prepared to open a portal to Riga. It was then that you felt it. Ayo and Bucky getting into a very heated argument. And your portal opened just as Ayo made Bucky’s arm fall off.

“What in the name of Bast are you doing?” you shouted at Ayo as a spear came flying past your face and planted into the wall behind you. You grabbed it and spun it around your head before taking a battle stance in Wakandan fashion, glaring at Ayo and her comrades as they finally gave Walker back the shield. You dropped the spear and rolled it to Ayo before she and her team left to follow Zemo.

“Oh, why do I feel this was all a set up?” you bellowed as you looked at Bucky putting his arm back on. “Okoye visited me back home. We were discussing current events, if you get my meaning. Then I crashed. Great. Just great.”

“Did you leave that dagger at home? I take it you didn’t make it to see Wong yet?” Sam asked as you muttered under your breath. “I’ll take that as a grumpy yes,” he added as you followed him and Bucky out to the street, and you were very glad not to see Walker or Hoskins.

You didn’t have time to think about what to say regarding the dagger for very long. As Sam filled you in about what had happened with Zemo and the serum vials earlier, he got a call from Sarah that sent the three of you off to a meeting with the Flag Smashers. Sam was supposed to meet Karli alone, but once again, things spiraled out of control as Bucky tagged along with him. You would have stayed outside as backup, but Walker and Hoskins showed up as well. There was a free-for-all, and you got to see up close how powered up Karli’s forces were. It was like fighting younger and more frenetic versions of Bucky from those days back in Poland, and it stunk.

Everyone seemed to be paired off with an opponent, and it was getting beyond messy as the one you assumed was Karli slammed Hoskins into a pillar, breaking his neck on impact. The Flag Smashers ran, and Walker was in hot pursuit, trying to find the woman who killed his best friend.

And that’s when the world saw the new Captain America kill a man with the shield, and you knew Sam and Bucky needed to go get the shield from Walker. You just needed to figure out if they needed you there or if checking on Sarah was the better play. You didn’t trust anyone claiming to be a Flag Smasher to keep their word where anything was concerned, and you would not let Sarah or the boys be pawns in this mess.

{{As much as I might be tempted to do so, I am not going to mind wipe anyone. With all the video going out, it would be pointless}} you said telepathically to Bucky and Sam, and they both shot you a look you would never forget. {{Do not look at me like I am the Devil. Sam, back when we made that sandwich run, you asked me if I hadn’t done potentially unethical things to make life easier for myself or others. I have. But I don’t usually pull the card from the deck unless it is an earth-shattering event. This comes damned close. So were some of the things I did when we lost you two. Just ask Bruce. I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly, and old clan rites I performed scared everyone except Thor. The only thing that rivaled it was when I stabbed myself in the heart when my first husband, Galen Sun, died at Camlann protecting King Arthur. I suggest we leave before the police start asking a lot of questions. I know you have places to be, and I know this is something you have to do on your own}}

“Stop talking in our heads. Please,” Bucky grunted as you glared at him. “I’m betting neither of us likes it very much. And yeah, we need to head after Walker. You coming?”

“Sam, I am not betting that someone doesn’t try to bother Sarah. I can do some intel work on what the Flag Smashers plan next and check on her and the boys. Could you just give her a call to let her know I’m coming? Send her my picture. And yes, I need time to figure out that damned dagger, Buck. Loki left me a note, and I don’t like what he said.”

“That isn’t exactly a surprise. It is Loki, after all,” Sam said as he finished texting Sarah your picture.

“Sam, just don’t. Please. I know no one else really understood him except Thor, and you do not want to hear my chorus of ‘He was brainwashed by the mind stone’ yet again. As for the dagger, what he did say didn’t make a lot of sense. It’s stored safely and far away, so it won’t cause any problems. Just, both of you, please be careful. Walker is radiating all sorts of weird energy, and I think we all suspect he got one of the vials.”

“One question,” Bucky said as you all started to walk in the direction where Walker had been heading, “how bad is what Loki said?”

“Our souls may be intertwined, and for your sake, I’m praying Loki was wrong. You deserve a good life, not the ramshackle hell you’d get if you are stuck with me in any way.”

As you turned away from your teammates, you thought about the two of them fighting Walker. Maybe you could talk sense into the man so no one had to fight? It was the longest of shots, but you’d take it.

Or, maybe your gut instinct of being there to heal Sam and Bucky was what held you back?

“Let me stay long enough to make sure he doesn’t pull something stupid,” you said quietly as your friends went into the industrial building where Walker seemed to be holed up at the moment.

You didn’t need your earpiece to hear what was going on inside as your link to Bucky stayed in the “on” position for the entire battle. You could feel his and Sam’s pain, so you fell to your knees and sent every bit of healing energy you could to your compatriots. You cried out as you heard Walker’s scream, and you breathed a sigh of relief as Bucky came outside. You didn’t say a word to him as he stood there waiting for Sam to follow him out with the shield.

They had gotten it back, and that was all that mattered.

As you got back to your feet, you felt your phone vibrate in your boot. It was Sarah texting you to say she appreciated your offer of a visit. Once you saw Sam exit the building with the still bloody shield, you held up your phone and showed him Sarah’s picture. “I’m going to head out,” you said, but then a yellow portal started to form just behind Bucky and Sam. It was Wong, with Bruce and Darcy standing right behind him.

“What now, Wong? I am kind of busy!”

In part 8: Wong needs to chat, Darcy works her brand of magic and Bruce brings two new recruits up to speed...and what of the teens at Midtown Science? Maybe their teacher Julius is not too far off when he talks about witches!

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whindsor · 3 years

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Come Wind, Come Weather Chapter 72: Infinity War, Pt 2 - March 17, 2018 (AO3)

“God, I love this place.” Bucky said, the last bits of the ship still sparkling as they fell.

“It’s like the fourth of July.” Luce commented.

“Don’t start celebrating yet, guys.” War Machine said, his metallic voice raising as he spoke into the comms. “We’ve got more incoming outside the dome.”

Just as he said it, Bucky and Luce turned to see more fireballs descending, though the pilots had learned from their earlier mistake. These went outside the limits of the shield, the earth shaking ominously as each of them landed with a deep and harsh footprint. In all his decades, Bucky had never seen anything like this. Bombs fell during war, yes. He’d run through them, dodged them, thrown them back at his attackers.

This felt like the end of the world.

(from the beginning) (AO3)

#ocapp #marveloc-hq #i'm not really here #but heres an update

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katiekinswrites · 2 years

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Maggie Hastings/Bucky Barnes

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#oc: maggie hastings #bucky barnes #sophia bush #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x oc

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randomestfandoms-ocs · 2 years

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Tesla Banner x Peter Parker ✤ My Father’s Daughter

The hardest thing about this job is you can't always save everybody

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acabecca · 2 years

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Start Of An Age // a Bucky Barnes x OC fanfic

Chapter 6: Benign.

“Unbelievable,” Jas grumbled as she pulled out of the parking space and dragged her sunglasses down over her eyes. Bucky looked over at her, eyebrows raised as he waited for her to elaborate. “You didn’t-? Bucky that checkout girl was flirting with you.”

“She was?”

Jas rolled her eyes. “Yes, she was. And I was right there! We were buying groceries together and she flirted with you right in front of my face. That’s so- it’s rude. Shameless! We could have been- I mean, we’re not, but she doesn’t know that!”

Bucky grinned. “Jealous?”

Jas snorted and reached over to shove him. “In your dreams.”

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fyeahnevilleslongbottomsocs · 3 years

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CHARACTER INTRODUCTION: reintroducing . . .

lily rogers in my tears ricochet

❝Lillian Rogers would have followed her younger brother to the ends of the earth. Back in their youth, during the war, it had been her, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes, by the end of the war it was just her. Bucky and Steve both died in the war, leaving her alone to haunt what used to be their little corner of Brooklyn. Lilian Rogers faded away after that, lost in the infamy of being Captain America’s older sister with no extraordinary talent, lost to the world. When Steve Rogers is saved from the ice, he finds that his older sister is nowhere to be found, not a trace, not a ghost, not even a whisper. Lillian Rogers had, by all accounts, became a phantom to the world. No one is sure if she’s still alive, living somewhere in the world, or if she had passed on years ago. But what was certain was she would haunt her brother regardless of what happened to her. ❞

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hrhstateofgrace · 3 years

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↳ By The Wings || chapter nine

It felt like they were all waiting outside the principal’s office.

And Charlie would know. She only went to the principal’s office once in her whole life but Lindsay Peters was a stuck up bitch and deserved the punch to the face so she truly had no shame in that visit.

Though they weren’t in trouble by any stretch of the imagination, this somehow felt worse. They sat on the super uncomfortable metal benches that lined the walls of the hallway, outside the debrief room they were being taken into one by one. Books was in there now. Walker and Johns sat across from Charlie and Sam.

[ start from the beginning ] [AO3]

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#chapter update #sam wilson x oc #marvel oc #marvel fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #fic: by the wings

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hiddenqveendom · 2 years

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* — oc halloween challenge 2022 : [ day nineteen - the gods envy us ]

ft. ursa (the eternals) / as asteria, the titan goddess of nocturnal oracles and shooting (or falling) stars

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hiddenqveendom · 2 years

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Babetta “Babbs” Alcântara + Steven Grant/Marc Spector

you love me. real or not real?” i tell him, “real.”

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hiddenqveendom · 2 years

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*opc2022 — week three : ( queer artists ! )

ft. landry culpepper + ❝ boy bi ❞ by mad tsai

inspo.

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Masterlist

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

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

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...turn of the wheel: Old Ghosts

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

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

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

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

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

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Word count: approx. 2.2k words

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Fall 1991

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Snapshots of fics to come...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not beta read. All mistakes are my own.

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

Word count: approx. 935 words

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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