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kasaron · 9 months

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Do you have the apple wine recipe? Thank you!

Sure thing! I'll do you one better, I'll give you my recipe for ANY KIND of fruit wine.

Please note, this will make approx 5 gallons of rather strong, dry wine. It will be about 15% ABV, and I encourage you to BE CAREFUL when drinking it, as it can be stronger than you expect.

Full instructions Below;

Supplies; (These are reusable items or materials which you use to make the wine).

(2) 5 gallon brewing buckets (or a 6 gallon food grade bucket. Regular 5 gallon ones are too small; you can use practically any kind of food grade container, as long as it's glass, stainless steel, or HMPE/UHMPE plastic). you can TECHNICALLY use 1 brewing bucket and 1 regular 5 gallon, cause of lees and other loss, but ehhh. Make sure the bucket lid has a hole to accept your airlock, and is waterproof otherwise.

(1) large plastic tub or container. I like big HDX totes for this.

(1) siphon (get the 24" one. just do it.)

(1) brewing airlock

(1) StarSan (sanitizer)

(1) hydroemeter and matchjing graduated cylinder (this is to measure the potential strength).

(1) waterproof baking scale

(1) pair of nitrile gloves

(1) 24" long stainless steel mixing spoon (ALUMINUM IS BAD DO NOT USE)

(1) Turkey Baster (New, Clean, Unused. Label it for brewing only)

(1) Large stainless steel, glass, or ceramic bowl

Theory (I promise to be brief here).

Alcohol is made when yeast eats sugar and oxygen, the byproduct is more yeast, carbon dioxide, alcohol, and what are called esters (complex aromatic chemicals). Not all yeast are made equal, and many thrive in specific environments, or make specific byproducts.

Some universal rules;

No Vitamin C, Citric Acid, or Citrus Juices. (Kills the yeast.)

No Juices w/ Preservatives. (You can use from concentrate, as long as there's nothing else in it).

No Artifical, or Non-Sugar Sweeteners (It doesn't work).

Nothing With a High Protein Content (Milk, nuts, etc. It will rot. Don't.)

Nothing with a lot of salt. (Also kills the yeast.)

Between 100-70F, for most yeasts.

Ingredients

5 gallons of fruit juice (any blend, any brand, any kind, follow the universal rules.)

Sugar/Sweeteners (I like dark brown sugar and unsulphured molasses, expect to use 4-6 pounds)

Spices, mixins, whatnot (see below).

Process.

Sanitize; You will need to make a batch of StarSan (read the instructions!) with warm water in your large plastic container. This is your sanitary solution. This will kill unwanted microorganisms. It is 100% food safe. Do NOT rinse or wipe sanitized items, if a sanitized item touches ANYTHING that isn't sanitized, it is no longer sanitized. You will have to sanitize everything except your ingredients, and that includes your hands, repeatedly, any time they touch anything that is not explicitly sanitized. To sanitize something, immerse it it for approx five seconds, and pour/let drip any remaining star san on or in the object. The residual star san is FINE. Don't worry about it.

Must; Pour your fruit juice into your brewing bucket (AFTER SANITIZING THE BUCKET). This will mix all the fruit juices you may use, this is vital. Meanwhile, put your yeast packet (UNOPENED) into your pocket. Trust me.

Measure; Use your turkey baster to fill your graduated cylinder, and hydrometer. Note (WRITE DOWN) the brix, and specific gravity. Use this calculator: https://www.brewersfriend.com/brix-converter/ to get the current potential ABV. Now, work out what ABV you want, by gradually increasing the brix, until it hits a point you'd like. Take those Brix, and plug them into this calculator: https://www.brewersfriend.com/chaptalization-calculator/ to get how many pounds of sugar to add. Measure that amount of sugar by weight, into your bowl. If you are using liquid sweeteners, you will have to work out how much sugar they have, by weight; that can take some math, but there are ways to find it online. Add that sugar/sweetener to the brewing bucket, and mix until dissolved. Take a second measurement, to confirm that the Brix has gotten to the correct levels.

Mixins; add any spices, or mixins you want. I am very partial to a half or whole cup of coldbrew concentrate, 2 ounces of vanilla extract, and a small bit of cinnamon (very small). You can add black tea, cloves, nutmeg, even citrus zest; just follow the universal rules, and if feasible, sanitize the material. If you can't sanitize it, it should be ok, generally, as long as it's visibly clean and free of gunk.

Mix! Add your yeast. You do NOT need to prep your yeast, save for to get it up to body temperature SLOWLY (put it in your pocket while you work). Put your sanitized lid on your brewing bucket/vessel, and shake vigorously. If this is not feasible, or you are not very physically strong, instead vigorously mix the mixture. Your goal is to aerate the mixture, to add oxygen, which the yeast needs for it's initial growth spurt.

Airlock; Add the airlock, write the Brix, and starting date on the bucket or on a small bit of painter's tape, and store in a room with a stable temperature, away from sunlight. 70-90F is ideal for most yeast.

Wait; Check on the airlock, it it's making bloop noises, it's fermenting. When it stops making bloop noises, or they seriously slow down, the fermentation is done. this will take approx 1-2 months, in my experience.

Check; Make your star san again, sanitize your gear. Open your brewing bucket. If you see mold, when you open the brewing bucket, you failed. Try again. If you see brown/crusty stuff on the sides, thats OK; that's Kroysen, it's normal. Use your baster as before, to check the Brix/SPG. It should now read near zero. If so, it's done, if not, maybe add a bit more yeast, close it up and wait a little longer. If there are any off flavors, make a note of them. that's not unusual, and it's NOT impossible to fix. Google the specific flavor smell or whatever, and you'll find suggestions. If it's rotten eggs/feet smell, see next step.

Rack; When it's ready as above step, use your siphon to siphon the wine from it's current bucket, to a second one. Do your best to not disturb the bucket before or during this step, as a lot of dead yeast has settled to the bottom, and we want it to stay there. This second bucket can be a regular, food-grade 5-gallon bucket; since you will be leaving some stuff behind, and fermentation is done. If the wine smells like rotten eggs, you need to "air rack" it, that means, when you siphon it, let the wine pass through a strainer or collander on the way out, or let it fall from a height, so knock out the sulphur dioxide. APPLE WINE WILL ALWAYS NEED TO BE AIR RACKED.

Enjoy! You can bottle it at this point, or do what I do, which is have a bucket with a spigot that I can grab a glass from whenever I feel like it, in a cool dark place in my basement.

For my apple wine,

5 gal apple wine

4 lbs of brown sugar

12oz mollasses

K1V-1116 yeast

And if you do choose to make your own wine, I implore you to share it with others, and also let me know how it goes!

#brewing #homebrewing #home brewing #cooking #crafting

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loveofbots · 10 months

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mer! Fort Max and Red Alert trying to befriend a gn human diver? Poor Fortmax doesn’t understand that his size is a little intimidating when reader clings to Red Alert </3 can be platonic or romantic, either will be great :) happy mermay!

I left it up to interpretation as to whether or not this fic is romantic or platonic, sorry for it being so late :]

Warnings: none, just some underwater stuff.

Normally, the two mers would have no interest on humankind. The two legs just were of no consequence to Fortress Maximus and Red Alert. Besides, the two of them were on a very important security patrol!

But all that changed when he saw you. With bubbles rising periodically from the mask on your face. Unfamiliar metal cylinders on your back and fake fins waving in your wake. He watched for awhile, from below. Where he was out of sight. He was glad to see a peaceful diver like yourself. In fact, most divers were good people. He’d seen teams of two legs pick up trash before, or playfully study the fish in the water. Fortress Maximus had to admit, he thought it was cute.

Unfortunately, his lazing around had caught the ever attentive Red Alert’s attention.

“Maximus…” He said in a low tone. It was a warning, one that Fortress Maximus chose to ignore. The large mer swims upwards from the depths, his huge body surging towards the human.

You were minding your own business, not doing anything in particular on this dive, when you felt a disturbance in the water. You couldn’t swim fast enough to get away from the rising sea monster, with red eyes and massive clawed hands. If horror movies were real you were pretty sure you were in one.

As a diver you’re trained not to panic, however whatever training you had is left behind as you thrash in the beasts arms. Desperately trying to get away. Amidst the chaos your mouthpiece comes off. You desperately try to grab it while also kicking your fins off in an attempt to distract the sea creature that was holding your hips securely. This was it. One bad dive and a crazy sea creature later, you’d be in the obituary tomorrow.

Gentle hands grab your sides and pull you away from the two larger ones. Red and white flashes in your fading vision as you feel your mouthpieces come in contact with your face again. You grab it and suck in the much needed oxygen and take a couple deep, calming breaths. The strange, smooth creature holds you. Keeping you still and afloat. It squeals and clicks at you like a dolphin would. It wasn’t a dolphin, your vision returns and you see a face looking back at you. Two pretty blue eyes underneath the water and a red and white colour scheme. An unnatural sense of calm washes over you and the soft white underbelly of this sea creature seems like the perfect place to rest after almost losing consciousness.

“You scared them.”

“I didn’t mean to-!”

“Maximus.” The red mer sighs, giving the human a protective hug in his arms. The rhythmic bubbles telling both of the underwater inhabitants you were alright. “You have to let the humans come to you.” Red Alert understood your fear, he knew what panic was like when disturbed suddenly. The larger mer frowns, backing up just slightly so that the ocean framed his giant form. Nearly three or four times the size of you, the mer was no threat. In fact, his expression seemed to be that of a kicked puppy. A massive, great beast of a sad dog, but a wet beast nonetheless.

“Let them come to you.” Red unfurls his protective fins. Leaving you to tread water. For a second, you think of just swimming away. However it piques your interest that they give you a choice. You look once again at the dim luminescence of the red eyes, slowly paddling your way over to them.

Fortress Maximus twitches, wanting to raise his hand for you to grasp but scared of hurting you at the same time. He knows he’s big and scary. So instead, he tilts his head down for you to make contact. You touch the large fins on his head and are met with a full body shiver from the larger mer. It gives you confidence that such a little action could garner such an intense reaction from the giant.

“Told you.” Red Alert is smirking and Fortress Maximus hates that she’s right. “Just let the two leg explore.”

Fort Max grunts as you make your way down to his face, to you, his sweet and low whale song was mesmerizing. Perhaps less so if you understood the cuss word he called Red Alert.

“Easier said than done.”

Spicer part 2? Lemme know

#red alert #fortress maximus #x reader #gn!reader #fanfic #transformers #mtmte #maccadam #tf #idw #lost light #g1 #mermay #sfw #Fort Max #every day is mermay

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reactor-four-official · 1 year

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Principles of the RBMK Reactor

The RBMK-1000 Boiling Water Reactor is a Soviet-designed nuclear reactor capable of generating 1,000 megawatts of electricity. The core of the reactor is a short, wide cylinder. The active zone is contained inside a large metal drum, known as the core shroud. The reactor assembly is supported by a large metal disk known as the Lower Biological Shield. This sits on top of a larger metal cross labeled “Structure S”. On top of all this rests the 2,000 ton Upper Biological Shield of the reactor, known as "Structure E". The reactor sits in a large reinforced concrete shell which provides structural support and shields plant personnel from radiation.

The core region of the reactor is a large pile of graphite 14.52m × 9.7m. This pile is composed of graphite blocks 25cm by 25cm, with a height of between 20 and 60cm depending on its location in the reactor. Drilled through these blocks is a 11.4cm diameter hole, through which a zirconium alloy tube (known as a ‘technological channel’) is inserted. These contain either a fuel assembly, a control rod, or reactor monitoring equipment. These channels can be opened in situ or removed completely to replace any fuel or equipment inside them. Zirconium is used due to its high melting point and because it allows the neurons that produce the fission reaction in the core to pass through it far easier than other alloys such as stainless steel.

These metal technological channels have water pumped into them from the bottom by the Main Circulation Pumps. The entire reactor vessel is pressurized with a helium-nitrogen mixture, to prevent the oxidization of the graphite. Graphite is flammable in oxygen, but removed from it it can become quite an efficient thermodynamic conductor.

Below: A photo of RBMK technological channels at Chernobyl Unit 2. The length of these gives a good idea as to how massive the core of the RBMK is.

This picture is a screencap from this video.

The fuel of an RBMK is small uranium oxide pellets, stacked into small metal pipes and bundled together into fuel assemblies. Uranium oxide is a ceramic material composed of Uranium 235. This element, under special conditions, can create a nuclear chain reaction which generates heat. The RBMK has three primary components that help create these special conditions to create the controlled fission reactions in the core. These are graphite, water, and boron.

Graphite is used in the core of an RBMK as a moderator. Basically, it slows down the neutrons discarded by U-236 atoms (a U 235 atom which a neutron has collided with) when they split apart. When they are released they are travelling at a tremendous speed, and have very little chance of coming into contact with another atom of uranium. Slowing them down, however, creates a higher chance of the neutrons coming into contact with an atom of U-235, creating the unstable U-236 and then pulling itself apart, thereby creating more neutrons (as well as several other elements) and sustaining a nuclear chain reaction. This sustained reaction is what creates the heat in the core of a nuclear reactor. The more neutrons there are in the core, the more reactivity (and therefore heat) is created. It should be noted that graphite is combustible at high temperatures. The core contained 1,700 tons of graphite.

Water in the core of an RBMK serves as a coolant. Because the core of a nuclear reactor gets extremely hot, it becomes necessary to cool its components if you wish to avoid destructive melting within the core region. Water is the most common coolant in nuclear reactors, as it is cheap and abundant. The water is pumped in under high pressure at about 265 C by the Main Circulation Pumps from the bottom of the reactor up into the technological channels containing the fuel and other components of the reactor. After passing through the channels and heating up to about 284 C, the water is piped out of the top of the reactor. Some of the coolant water heats up so much that it forms into steam bubbles inside the reactor. When the water is pumped out of the core it is then sent into four steam separator drums, where the steam is separated from the water. The water is then pumped back into the reactor, while the steam is sent to the turbine generators of the plant to create electricity. After this, the steam is condensed back into water using cool water from the plant cooling pond and recirculated into the cooling system.

Below: A model showing the circulation system of an RBMK-1000 reactor. Coolant water is in blue and hot water/steam is in red. The yellow structures are the main cooling pumps, and the green structures are steam turbines. This model is spatially to scale, essentially what you would see if you removed every part of the reactor except for the coolant circuit.

Some of the channels in the RBMK contain control rods (large boron carbide rods) that move up and down in the channel as necessary to keep the reactor within operational limits. Boron is a neutron sponge. It absorbs neutrons and can effectively eliminate a chain reaction. It functions as the brakes on a human made nuclear reaction, useful both in making sure a chain reaction does not become a runaway criticality and also in being the off switch on a nuclear reactor. The RBMK has 211 of these control rods, some of which are under operator control and some of which are under the control of a computer. A design quirk of the RBMK is that at the end of each standard control rod was a 14ft 9in graphite displacer. When a control rod was withdrawn out of the core it left behind a space that would be filled with water, a neutron absorber. Since more water in the core would kill reactivity, the designers of the reactor hung this displacer from the control rods to replace the space left by the control rod with something that would increase reactivity rather than kill it. This was a sound design choice, but it was a major factor in the events of the accident at Chernobyl.

Below: An illustration of the control rod displacers in an RBMK.

Below: A top down view of the channels of an RBMK. You can see the layout of the control rods (green), neutron detectors (blue), shortened control rods inserted from below the reactor (yellow), automatic control rods (red), and the fuel channels (grey). The number on the green, yellow, and red squares are the last recorded insertion depths of control rods in Chernobyl Unit 4 1m 30s before the explosion. Only one is fully inserted.

Below: A cutaway of the RBMK system layout.

Two additional factors also come into play regarding the water. Water is naturally a neutron absorber, albeit a far less effective one than boron. The more water in the core, the less neutrons are present and therefore the lower the reactivity. However, when transformed into steam, water loses nearly all of its neutron absorbing properties. The more steam in the core, the higher reactivity is. This is called a ‘positive void coefficient’, and it was a known quirk of the RBMK and indeed several other reactor designs. However, the RBMK had a much higher level of this effect in its core due to its design. This is important to the accident sequence.

It is also important to note that the RBMK is an enormous construction. It is temperamental, unstable unless operating at full power, and requires constant monitoring and guidance from its operators. It requires three operators just to run it normally, and it was notoriously difficult to operate. The core region is so large that the equipment used to monitor it could not accurately read a large portion of it, and hotspots of reactivity would often form resulting in alarming and unexplained jumps in power output and temperature. While in theory not a bad design, the RBMK was a deeply flawed machine.

An enormous thank you is owed to @nicotinebeige , who was extremely helpful in the creation of this post. If you like film photography, you should check out their blog!

This is a technical explanation of the RBMK design. For a history of the RBMK, check out this post. Apologies for any mistakes! I’m most definitely not an expert on nuclear physics, and if anything is unclear you should absolutely check out other sources for more info. As always, thank you for your interest!

#chernobyl #nuclear reactor #history #radiation #accidents and disasters #nuclear power #autism #nuclear #reactor #chnpp #rbmk #rbmk 1000

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neverevan · 7 months

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Fuck It Friday 🧇

Jogging in a little late, but thank you for the tags @callaplums @jesuisici33 and @daffi-990 💛✨

Since I was editing the drunk and stupid fic all day (and it is finally posted and you can read it here) I thought maybe a small snippet from the jealous Eddie fic would be nice?

“Guess who’s got a date this weekend.” Buck sauntered up to the rest of the team just as they were finishing packing up.

Eddie looked over to the sliding doors, where Jason disappeared just seconds ago.

“What? Does he have like a sister or something?” Eddie frowned in confusion as he put the last of the oxygen cylinders into the compartment and pushed the door shut with a metallic thud.

“Uhm no. Not a sister. It's uh... it’s with him. He's the date.” Buck tried to keep the smile on his face, but for some reason he felt like he just messed up big time.

“What?” Eddie turned to him in surprise. “Don't tell me, this is how you're coming out to us, Buckley.” There was a weak smile on his face as he looked around for affirmation, but Chim and Hen were already getting into the ambulance – or fleeing the scene, more like.

“I'm not. I'm not coming out, I uh I’ve been out for years actually…” Buck squirmed under Eddie’s suddenly blank stare, wishing that he could read what it meant. “I thought you knew.”

“I didn't.”

Oh, if the ground could just swallow Buck up already, that'd be great.

No pressure tags: @eddiediaztho @forthewolves @ladydorian05

#uh oh #not the way you wanna come out to your best friend now is it #buddie #911 #wip #the jealous eddie fic

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inthemytdl · 2 years

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Leveled Up

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: Your relationship with Spider-Man gets tricky when you’re ready to take it to the next level and he’s not

Word Count: 1910

The first time you met Spider-Man you were sitting on the fire escape outside your window when you saw him climbing up the side of your building. His odd bug-like demeanor sent a scream roaring through your throat, which sent him falling down two stories.

He never told you what he was doing there, but you had your suspicions. You had so many you sent a plethora of questions his way. He was surprisingly willing to answer some but avoided personal questions like his age. You figured he was around yours with his sometimes-squeaky voice and constant pop-culture references. You never thought they would bring you to this moment now.

“Can I?” Your fingers tapped on his shoulders where his mask met his suit. You had never seen Spider-Man’s face before. No one had. But you had been friends for so long tonight felt like the right time—when was peering into your eyes as you looked into his white lenses. It was strange, but you had gotten used to them: the constant barrier between you and him. It kept your relationship at bay and ached your heart. You slowly lifted his mask like you were peeling away wallpaper when he grabbed your arms.

“Wait…”

You peered into his lenses for a response you clearly wouldn’t receive, so you dropped your hands and faced the night sky ahead of you. You could see the street that led to Duke’s, a knock-off of Delmar’s, according to Spider-Man, from the top of your apartment building.

“Can I at least get your name?”

The silence filled with the sound of his heavy breaths. You knew the suit didn’t cut off his oxygen supply so he must have been nervous. Though he had no reason to be. He was the one hiding behind red and blue lycra.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He whispered after a minute of gruesome silence. “It’s not safe.”

“Bullshit.” That was the same excuse he used every time you asked about his personal life and it infuriated you. The way everything you knew about him could be found in a newspaper. Each story he told was one you heard hours prior on the news—minus the witty commentary. Who knew Spider-Man was so into pizza? Everyone that knew Joe from Bleecker street’s pizza shop. Who knew Iron-Man was his favorite superhero? Everyone on Twitter. Nothing you knew about him was personal. It could all be found online. “New York’s the safest it’s ever been—this is about you.”

“Actually, Linda from 3rd street almost got purse-napped the other day and—“ He rambled on about crime rates, anything he could to deflect the situation. Just like always.

“We’ve known each other for how long.” You interrupted and he quickly replied. “Eight months and 28 days—give or take a day.”

“Eight months and I don’t know anything about you.”

“That’s not true—“

“And everything I do know everyone else does too!”

“No… I told you about that churro I had the other day—no one knew that.”

You pulled your phone from your pocket, swiping the screen to reveal a photo of him eating a cylinder shaped cinnamon stick. It had shown up on your Twitter feed after getting half a million likes.

“What?!” His lenses contracted as he peered at the image. “That’s my worst angle!”

You chewed your lips, refusing to give him the laugh he was so obviously looking for. You didn’t even smile. His unreadable expression made you bite your lips so hard a warm metallic swarmed in your mouth.

“Y/n,” he said, lifting a clothed hand to your face. His finger brushed on your lip and you pulled back when you looked into his cold lenses. Affection was always weird when you didn’t know who it was coming from.

“Don’t call me that.” You sneered, pocketing your phone as you stood. His lenses contracted.

“What?”

“If I don’t get to know your name then you don’t get to know mine.” It was petty, but nothing about your situation was fair. You told him everything. When you talked about your parents, he mentioned Stark Industries; when you gushed about your dream life, he raved about web-shooters and cameras; and when you bared your deepest secrets to him, he unveiled his affinity for board games. Because god knows he couldn’t find anything better to say, right?

“But I already know it…”

“Then don’t use it!” Your voice cracked as you continued. “A-and if I don’t get to see you then you don’t get to see me.” You b-lined past the patio tables and plant pots to the door that led into your apartment building. You hesitated when you grabbed the door knob, slowly twisting it as you squeezed your eyes shut. You wished to every star above that he would say something. All he had to do was ask you to stay and you would.

“I-it’s Peter!” You stopped in your tracks, turning around. “What?”

“My name. It’s Peter.”

His lenses contracted and expanded rapidly in a way that told you he was searching for a response, but your breath was caught in your throat. Peter. Out of all the names you thought of for him you never thought he’d be a Peter. You mouthed the letters, trying them out as your lips curved and expanded around the vowels.

“I’m from Queens and I live with my aunt.”

You stepped away from the door, allowing it to slam shut as you walked closer to him.

“You asked about my parents…” He took a heavy breath you could hear from meters away. “They died when I was a kid—plane crash.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you went with the best thing you could think of. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He exasperated. “I’m over it. Besides, my aunt took care of me with my uncle—he bought me my first camera.” His lenses fidgeted as he kicked at the ground. “But I took it apart to build an automatic can opener for my aunt.”

You let out a breathy laugh and his lenses expanded.

“It’s true! She never used it… until my uncle died.”

Your laugh came to a halt and you felt your throat constrict like earlier before. Who knew Spider-Man had been struck by so much heartbreak? You couldn’t imagine the pain of having a loved one die so the thought of losing three was inconceivable.

“It’s okay.” He said after a tick of silence, but the hick in his voice told you it wasn’t. “He taught me how to play chess. He always beat me—didn’t let me win once. Now I just play monopoly with my aunt, but Mr. Stark and I play chess every now and then.”

“Do you win?”

“Sometimes.”

You smiled, but it quickly dropped when you thought back to your earlier conversations. You never understood why he opted to talk about superficial things like board games and billionaires when you talked about your personal life, but it was starting to make sense. Those were his personal life. What he lacked in guardianship, he made up for with Tony Stark—who he couldn’t go three days without talking about. And his dreams were to build things—whether it were web-shooters or a portfolio of images. You knew he wanted to make things just as much as he wanted to play monopoly with his aunt and chess with his uncle.

The realization sent guilt rushing through your veins and you opened your mouth to speak when he interrupted.

“You know… I’m not, like, some ripped stud under here.” He threw his arms around. “I did academic decathlon in school and I was in band.”

“You’re a band kid?” You asked with a breathy laugh. It was news to you. But now that you thought about it, you could imagine him playing the trumpet or flute—although you couldn’t imagine him being good at it. For a web-slinging superhero, he seriously lacked coordination.

“Yeah…” His voice dropped. “I didn’t want to tell you ‘cause I thought you’d think it was lame.”

“I don’t think it’s lame.” You wished you could look into his eyes and reassure him anything he did could never be lame to you.

“And half of this stuff—“ he motioned at his web shooters “—I made from dumpster parts. I don’t have a fancy lab or new tech to work with. I can barely afford my metro card.”

“What? You think I’m some gold digger?”

“No, I just… I thought you expected someone more exciting. Not some band kid who can’t afford a ride to tenth street.”

“Is that what you think I’m looking for?”

He shrugged.

“Wow, Peter, you really don’t know me.”

You wished you could see his face. Did he smile at your use of his name? It felt foreign but you would get used to it. You wanted to get used to it. You wanted to say his name in the playful way he said yours when he was excited and the grainy way he did when he was sad. You wanted to sing his name, shout it, and whisper it.

“Y/n—oh, shit, sorry, um what do I call you?”

“Y/n is fine.” You smiled, and his lenses expanded.

“I’m really sorry.”

You shook your head, running to hug him. His arms lifted behind your back when your chests collided and his suit scratched against your cheek when you shoved your face into his shoulder. He lifted his arm slowly and you pulled back when you felt a warm breath on your neck.

You were met with a head of messy brown locks with slight curls to them. They were the first thing you noticed with their brisk movements, and you wanted to run your fingers through them, but didn’t. After, you noticed his crooked nose and the way his brown eyes shone in the moonlight. You could’ve sworn you saw freckles dotted around but it was too dark to tell. You ran your fingers over his face, lightly, and he parted his lips. Now that you’d seen his face, you couldn’t imagine him looking any other way. You moved a strand of hair out of his face, gaping into his eyes. Any other day you would scold yourself for being so awkward, but not today. Today you had seen Spider-Man—Peter—for the first time, and he was definitely a stud.

When you didn’t react, he cleared his throat.

“Sorry to disappoint.”

You shook your head, grabbing his face, and pressing your lips into his. Your heart stalled as you waited for him to kiss back. Was this too much? You hadn’t asked if it was okay—a decision you now regretted. You felt your chest explode with butterflies and began to pull away when he kissed back. His clothed hand rested against your cheek in a way that felt softer than before, sending the butterflies into a frenzy. Your knees felt weak and he must’ve noticed because his hands traveled to your back, holding you steady. You took in the non-industrial scent of his skin which smelt oddly like pumpkin spice, and it felt like hours until you pulled back, meeting his soft brown eyes. They were wide with surprise and sent a cheeky smile to your lips.

“I’m not disappointed.”

His pink lips pulled into a thin smile you couldn’t wait to get used to.

“So…” You began. “Can I get a last name?”

“We’ll work up to that.” He said, and you chewed your lip before kissing him again.

———

a/n: reposted w/ full version. enjoy!

don’t repost!

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catdotjpeg · 2 months

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CNN has reported that Israeli forces have set up “arbitrary and contradictory criteria” regarding what items are allowed to enter Gaza, blocking the delivery of anesthetics and anesthesia machines, oxygen cylinders, ventilators, and water filtration systems. “Other items that have ended up in bureaucratic limbo include dates, sleeping bags, medicines to treat cancer, water purification tablets and maternity kits,” the report added.

Since 2007, Israel’s blockade over the Gaza Strip barred Palestinians, at varying periods, from importing products such as cumin, soft drinks, shaving cream, instant coffee, and cookies. Other items include wheelchairs, footballs, lentils, and tomato paste. At the time, Palestinians circumvented these draconian bans through the use of underground tunnels, which were mainly used for commercial purposes. UN officials and humanitarian organizations have been warning of a famine in the Gaza Strip, enabled by Israeli forces’ siege and shooting at Palestinians gathering near aid trucks, seeking to get a share of the food.

Wafa news agency reported that since Thursday, Israeli forces shot and killed Palestinians waiting for aid to arrive at the Nabulsi roundabout, dong so twice in less than 48 hours, west of Gaza City. At least 117 people were killed and hundreds were injured.

-- From "‘Operation Al-Aqsa Flood’ Day 149" by Mustafa Abu Sneineh for Mondoweiss, 3 Mar 2024

#palestine #gaza #gaza strip

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ele-sme · 10 months

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A letter for you.

I'm not perfect.

I never was. I didn't think it was that important at first. I just wanted to be a normal Na'vi kid, doing kid stuff like climbing trees and hanging on to branches. I just wanted to learn archery, the making of ointments, the use of the knife… Everything that makes the strength of an Omatikaya. I've always wanted to do all of this. To be a perfect Na'vi, because I want to be a Na'vi.

Except that I know, I would never be a perfect Na'vi. Because I am one of those who come from the sky.

My skin is not blue. I find it difficult to climb as well as the others. The others are taller than me usually. I would like to be a Na'vi, because it would allow me to be like a member of the family. Actually, it's not just being a Na'vi that I want to be. I want to be part of the family.

I want Neteyam to give me advice on how to be a good big brother. I want Kiri to tell me about the animals she likes. I want Lo'ak to help me climb trees. I also want Tuk to tell me about all the adventures she has in the forest. I want to be a member of this big united family. To be consider you and Jake son. I have no family. Then I could be part of that family, which is all I want. We could all be together. Oh, I would have to refill my oxygen cylinders from time to time, but just being with this family as much as possible is what I want.

But that will never happen. It will never happen because you are here.

You are not bad. I'm sure you're not bad. Your kids always say you're nice. I only hear them speak well of you. You are a good hunter, a good healer, a good mother, a lover of your people and your husband. You're just suspicious because I'm from the sky. You have lost so much because of those who come from the sky so you are wary, it is normal. I don't like them either. I don't want to be likened to them.

But I see how you look at me. The looks you give me when I'm a little too touchy with Kiri or Lo'ak. How you don't want me to be left alone with Tuk. You rarely want me to stay with your kids anyway. It's thanks to Jake that I can go for a walk with them without you refusing outright. I appreciate Jake's help. He understands me, he's been there. But compared to Jake, I think you're slow to accept me. Yet I am trying.

I walk and move like a Na'vi. I make up like a Na'vi. I learned the language and I don't even have any pronunciation problems when I speak it. I know how to hiss. I know how to roar. I even know how to take care of a forest animal. I'm more Na'vi than human. I make every effort to be. And without wanting to blaspheme, I think that Eywa accepted me among her children.

And yet you know that I am not perfect. Because I would never be perfect for you. I will always be the 'stray cat' from the sky who better get away from your children. But I would like to be something else. I wish you would stop distrusting me and trust me.

I don't know if I can prove it to you, that I'm a good person.

I don't know if I will be able to prove it to you one day.

WHAT 2 IN ONE DAY?? Im going good, hope you guys like this, been actually thinking of this for quite some time.

#avatar 2 #avatar spider #miles spider socorro #neytiri #avatar #avatar fanfiction #one shot #angst?#angst

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sarrah · 5 months

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This child “Yahya Shabet” is SMA patient in intensive care, and in needs of a artificial respirator device. Today the main generator in Al-Nasr stopped, and after the hospital was bombed and the oxygen tank was targeted. And relying on an oxygen cylinder.. he died suddenly without even notifying us.

our attempts to return him to this bad world were unsuccessful.

This is what war does not say!

الطفل يحيى شابط، مريض SMA في العناية المكثفة, وبحاجة لجهاز تنفس صناعي، اليوم توقف المولد الرئيسي في النصر، و بعد قصف المستشفى واستهداف خزان الاكسجين. والاعتماد على سليندر.. توفى يحيى فجأة دون أن يشعرنا حتى.

‏لم تنجح محاولاتنا في اعادته لعالم قذر.

هذا مما لا تقوله الحرب!!

#palestine #gaza #gaza strip #gaza under attack #gazagenocide #free gaza #israel #israelterrorist #children #hospital

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renaultphile · 6 months

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Chapter ten - when Laurie’s emotional landscape starts to shift

I found it quite a hard read this time round, but also it seems to be full of little echoes, contrasts and foreshadowing which I hadn’t noticed before. What do you think? I’ve numbered them so you can pick one to shout about or ask me to elaborate.

His emotions refracted from his own concerns focused in an intense point of compassion like the centre of a burning-glass.

Now it gave Laurie the feeling one can have with a dying dog, that one is being trusted like god and is going to fail. 👀👀👀

He had looked into his face and made this appeal to him alone.

Andrew looked at his face, and after a second or two said slowly, "You've heard something, haven't you? You've got your discharge, you're going away."

If I tell him you're a priest it will be all right (OK thinking of a certain person imitating another certain person…..)

“Just so he can go feeling it's all right."

"It's my responsibility, suppose anyone's chalking it up."

"It's a responsibility neither of us has any right whatever to take."

He was distinct and separate and far away, and strikingly good-looking.

For a moment, this putting him in his place seemed to Laurie the last affront.

"This thing works after all." (oxygen cylinder)

He went to the medicine trolley and poured himself a stiff dose of APC

Laurie had never met him in the kitchen quite so late.

He hadn't realised how Andrew's certainties, including those he didn't believe himself to share, had knit themselves into his cosmos.

"I've never known this place without you,"

It's because of Cynthia, I know." (Andrew of Dave)

"Things I'd feel a fool saying to anyone else in the world -- I don't always tell you, one doesn't of course, but I always feel I could and you'd know what they meant better than I do."

"You oughtn't to think of me as a person whose head has to be stuck in a bag”

"It makes me feel, in a way, jealous, without knowing what of."

He leaned over and kissed him. Even when he had done it he felt no reaction or self-reproach. It was as if it had happened before and they both remembered.

#the charioteer #mary renault #tc fandom reread

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swimsauce · 1 year

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Inscryption wordplay through names, and the mystery of P03's name

In Inscryption, the scrybes names are usually just nameified words to describe their area of expertise/what they are.

Grimora, wordplay on "grim", her field being death/mourning, + the "ora" to make it sound name-like. Maybe possibly a reference to grimm as in grimms fairytales? She does have an older theme/aesthetic with a quill for her main item, writing down the lives and tales of the dead.

Magnificus, play on "magnificent". Also alluding to magi/magic, maybe even the word magnus, all relating to the same root "magus" which means great and evolved to be used as a root word for magical words/terms.

Leshy is a bit different, as his name is literally just that of a forest creature in Russian/Slavic mythology. A leshy/i is a forest spirit/deity that lives and hunts forests. Apparently they also like the gamble and play cards too lol. There is also the noun "lesh", which means wool/hair (coming from the an old proto-albanian word for "foliage"), with a "y" added to nameify it. (a stretch I know but its neat)

P03 is the only one I don't know what his name is a play on. So I have a few of theories.

-It could be word jumble that vaguely relates to 3 letter computer/ tech related terms. Programs and parts with names like DOS, RAM,etc, or tech companies names like IBM or AOL. Even fictional computers like HAL follow this 3 letter naming convention, but none of these words relate too similarly to his name. The only possible 3 letter word that is similar is PSU (power supply unit), which could be in relation to his game mechanic, but it seems like a stretch.

- I also found for cars certain mechanical errors have similar name schemes. A P0300 error code means a misfiring cylinder, a P0030 means an oxygen sensor is malfunctioning. Maybe his name is an error code? We know that the old data seems to have corrupted the scribes, and P03 in some ways seems the worst off of the scrybes. He has locked his first personality away , as g0lly seems to be his original state , with his theme music reverting back to normal when he is playing as her. Even his appearance seems unkempt, with talk sprites body being dirty and scratched, and his screen is always twitching. So maybe his name is a mechanical error? However, if it is a mechanical in-world error, it doesn't really seem to effect him. He seems to have taken over the auto fill deck feature in ACTII (or maybe he is watching. Either way, he is monitoring this function) He can move to other scrybes islands and temporarily get rid of other scrybes when he wants (like with Magnificus). So it seems even all the way back in the "default" game of Act II he has a control over the game mechanics more than other scrybes. But if he does have more control over the game I don't understand why he would keep a mechanical error code for his name. It may also be a computer error code (like a 404) but those usually don't have letters in them. So dead end

- It does also look kind of like the name Poe but spelled in L33T (which is used in his cards), but the name doesn't seem to relate to him at all. The only thing I can think of is Edger Allen Poe, known for his dark and elaborate poetry. Ironic considering P03 is more concerned with game mechanics than story, to the point of annoyance. Maybe its an ironic jab, as it does seem through the Uberbots and his rant at the end of Act III that hints maybe deep down he wants to enjoy the stories he writes, but he's just to focused on the great transcendence to care. Anyways, probably not Poe then.

-The only possible lead may be a PoE, a "Power over Ethernet". It's an electrical connection which carries both internet and electrical power to a device. It relate to his awareness of the internet, as well as call to his motivation to escape to the online world.

Idk if I'm missing an obvious detail or if I'm overthinking this, but TLDR, in the base game P03's name does not fit with the other Scrybes in that it doesn't seem to allude to anything about his theme/personality. If anyone has some other ideas about this I'd love to know.

#analysis #inscryption #p03 #leshy #grimora #magnificus #scrybe #idk i just feel like the other names have pretty simple meanings and bases #that its odd p03's name is so obtuse #it stands out i feel like there should be smthn more #idk i may just be being mentally ill on main again #whatever lol

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alrighty, so i rewatched the hospital scene in Stranger Things S3, and here’s everything that happened to Jon in the hospital

may have missed some, leme know if i did

Immediately smashed a flower pot against a dude, shattered

Strangled by a possessed dude with supernatural strength for about 7 seconds

Possessed dude slammed their heads together (while still being chocked)

Was thrown at least five or so feet across (was probably closer to ten) and at least four feet high in the air, ws thrown from his neck

Landed on shoulder entirely

Had metal stool legs slammed into his back by supernatural strength, fell on hi9s face

Was shown to not be breathing properly- unknown if because of physical damage or general anxiety

Could barely pull himself up, was in immense pain

His weight support for standing up was tossed and he fell on his face and wrist

Was yanked up quickly and forcefully by his shirt and the possessed guys supernatural strength

Threw him much harder into (maybe) metal cabinets

Which was from being spun, at least a good five feet of turning to gain speed and force

Was also about three-five feet in high in the air

Landed on his arm instead, face fell on arm

Was once again picked up by his shirt, he was obviously panicking and trying to get away once he realized what Possessed Guy was gonna pick him up like a cat

Threw onto and over a (maybe) four foot high metal roller-shelf

Back landed directly on a ‘pipe’ or something (the bars on top the roller-shelf that you'd hold onto to push)

Fell backwards and landed on his collarbone (maybe the same one), head (maybe) hitting the floor again

Could barely drag himself to try and prevent his and Nancy’s death

Head was pulled up by his hair, one or two feet off the ground

Then slammed back into ground by supernatural strength

Unconscious or just ready to die for about 13 seconds

Then had to stab a (somewhat) man in the throat with scissors

Started to fall, found something to keep balance on

Could not walk, even one small side step, without major limp

Watched a (somewhat) person then shake and…melt..? Into a pile of jelly looking meat

Watched as it slowly crawled, followed it

Not sure if this was a light trick or not, but was shown to be swaying in the hall when the meat things were joining

Shown to have scratches on his neck? It may just be weird bruises, but it’s one big pink oval with what appears as three long red line running the ovals length

Immediately tried to get the meat monsters attention to save Nancy

Struggled to pull a…rod? put to try and save Nancy, while still calling out to it

Was walking towards the monster/Nancy, rod in hand, having trouble breathing, slouched to one side, and major limp

As soon as he saw the monster going in through the vent, dropped the rod (out of shock? Stress? worry?) and tried his best to run, still sloped to one side and running

It looked like his ankle was twisted when he ran, it was leaning way too much outward

Body Slammed the door twice

Got an oxygen tank? Was big and cylinder

Repeatedly tried busting the door open with his full force

Probably hit around 10+ times, moved to door-window at some point

Fully ran into the room for Nancy while the kids bolted after monster was gone

Asked if she was hurt

Take a look at yourself, Jonathan.

Must have then ran faster, because he caught up with the kids, down however manys sets of stairs, and out the door with a possibly broken leg/ankle, twisted at least, and many, many other issues

literally how is he still alive. not as in I want him to die- but he must be a GOD or some shit. even bigger question- how is he shown to be perfectly fine, he should be in the ER or some shit after that- i don’t know what it takes to get a concussion- but im sure he has one. like after all that he’d need crutches at least. at least for his ankle/leg. i know i sure as hell would, pretty sure any person that had that happen to them would be dead rn

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I love the look of Dr. Reed’s new skills, particularly the S3. It looks so silly. As we all know from W S3 showcases, the only thing funnier than gratuitous explosions is gratuitous explosions that leave nothing behind when the smoke clears, and Reed is surely providing.

If you haven’t seen, her attacks mark enemies with a burning debuff, and if they die while herS3 is active they explode in a giant fireball, and spread the debuff to other enemies caught in the blast.

Yeah.

It’s probably going to be more fun than it is meta, since it needs a bunch of weak enemies to kill before things really start popping off. Still, I’ll look forward to all the nonsense people achieve with it. Reed, the first operator to score a tetris in Integrated Strategies. Reed turning Essence of Evolution into a firework show. Reed casting Dead Again in a slug nest and turning Siesta into Terra’s third moon.

Lore-wise? [Looks at Kal’tsit, Folinic, Gavial and Hibiscus] Well, Reed certainly got her medical education from Rhodes Island.

Clearly I’m running on past story and vibes here, but the obvious implication of the Reed alt is that she’s found the resolve to move out of the shadow of her sister and her past with Dublinn, to fight for what she believes in and to atone for her past wrongs by helping people, rather than hurting them. To use a better understanding of her power over “life” to heal people, not just burn them.

I have no reason to not believe both she and the story are entirely sincere in her evolution. That she’s simultaneously increased her war-crimes power-level with contagious corpse explosions... it feels like something straight out of JJBA.

The progression through adversity, the hyperspecific power applications, the complete lack of irony — all we’re missing is Kal’tsit figuring out that she can extinguish the flames by overdosing on insulin, while also holding back「Mon3tr Mash」from dealing a lethal blow because she inferred Reed’s psychological change from the fact she didn’t tamper with some oxygen cylinders, proving she only accidentally set fire to everyone in this hospital.

#Arknights #Loughshinny's stand Seven Sea of Rye evolves to its new form Keep Yourself Alive #and nobody ever talks the dead hospital patients ever again

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observeowl · 8 months

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Her Assistant | Chapter 12 - Genius Brain

Summary: After losing her family, Natasha Romanoff builds her company from the ground up. During the rise of her company, she decided she needed an assistant, one that works in her office and her house. That's when she saw your resume. After working five years for her, how was it like working for her? Or more importantly, how things progress?

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Reader POV "Where are we going? We are not going outside, on the contrary, this is going deeper into the mansion." Miss Romanoff brought Wanda and I to the space she found earlier when she was 'looking' for the wine.

When Wanda saw the opened hidden compartment, she instantly knew where we were headed. Afterall, it was the place where she performs her spell to complete the ultimate magic.

Going down deeper into the mansion, we saw a huge magic circle in the middle of the room. "This was your duty wasn't it? To complete the magic circle?" Wanda remained quiet as she looked at the floor.

"Tell us the history behind this." Miss Romanoff said.

Wanda began telling us that in the past, there was harmful miasma to the humans but was like oxygen to the werewolves. However, people started to prosper and it started to diminish. So in return for the miasma, the werewolves would protect the witch's village if she could produce the miasma.

"The witches before me kept on researching the formula to create the miasma and this is what I gave the werewolves to activate the ultimate magic." Wanda finished explaining.

"So this was the history you were told." Miss Romanoff said.

I went to the center of the circle and Wanda warned me of the danger ahead. "Stop! If anyone but me touches the altar... it brings great misfortune." She slowed down at the end when she saw that it revealed a hidden lever inside.

Pulling it, it revealed yet another hidden compartment but this time it was a metal door that was very focused on security.

"Wanda, this is the entrance to the outside world. You can still head back if you wish."

"...I'm going ahead!" Wanda said with determination.

Just when everyone thought the place earlier was the deepest part of the mansion, it went further down. Compared to the village outside, there was a lot more technology such as the lifts and lights.

"Miss Romanoff." I got her attention when I noticed beeping sounds coming from one of the rooms. It was a room with many screens and radars with small dots.

"What is this? Is this some kind of magic circle?" Wanda asked when she looked around. The dots were moving at a slow pace.

"It's a tracker." I said after realising that the amulet Wanda gave us earlier was in our room the spot where we placed it. It was the correct step to leave them behind. No wonder they preached wearing the amulet to stay protected from the werewolves.

"T- that can't be!! Those amulets were prepared by Harkness after offering a special prayer on a night with a full moo-" I covered Wanda's mouth halfway when I heard some voices. It came from the other room.

"Hey! Be fast!" // "Is it finished already?" It was clearly a man's voice, something that was hardly heard in the woman focused village other than Pietro.

We went further in and it looked like a factory producing things. There were a lot of cylinders and gas tanks. Suddenly there was a cheer and we crouched down behind a cover. A pack of werewolves were grouped together and standing in front of them was the crazy lady! Harkness!

"Look! Our Red Witch has finally accomplished her job." She held a vial in front of them.

"Agatha??"

"A Miasma denser than ever is condensed inside this little bottle. This is going to change history."

A scream was heard from Wanda when she found out what she created. She came out of our hiding and fell to the ground. "You- What does this mean?"

"The Red Witch!" // "It's the Red Witch!" // "Get her! Give her a mask!"

She closed her eyes thinking she was going to be attacked but they suddenly were concerned for her health. They checked the values around and noted no problem in the area around. Wanda was confused at the werewolves that were speaking German.

The mask was split into half as I sliced it revealing a man inside the costume. "What do you think Wanda? The outside is full of surprises isn't it?" I asked as I killed the man.

"A... normal... man..."

"He was hiding a mask inside the wolf's nose. This is quite an elaborate farce. The werewolves were actually men wearing costumes and the miasma... is a chemical weapon created in this factory! It's poison gas!!" Miss Romanoff revealed as she picked up the 'head'.

The letter that Maria Hill sent from Fury was a writing of the chemical formula of the gas, C₄H₈Cl₂S. It was not a code but looks like it unless you know chemistry.

"THE WEREWOLVES AND THE CURSE ARE ALL LIES. THEY TOLD YOU TO DECEIVE YOU." Miss Romanoff revealed the truth behind all the acts.

"No.. way... then what about all the magic I created?"

"Indeed, what you did is not magic. But it's much more amazing than magic! When his liquid vaporises, all living things that come into contact with it will die. You should be proud! You created the most powerful poisonous gas in history!" Agatha praised. "Oh right!! We should give a name to this historic chemical weapon."

"Red Witch... Red... Crven... Craven... no, Raven. Let's call this Raven..."

Third POVThe emergency alarm rang and Pietro got out of his bed and ran to find Wanda in her room. When he saw no one was there, he changed and went to the room he knew where the alarm came from.

"What I've been creating so far wasn't magic but poisonous gas? I didn't create something to protect the villagers but a weapon used to kill people?" To say she was shocked was an understatement.

"Does it mean that everyone was just deceiving me!? PLEASE TELL ME IT'S A LIE... AGATHA!"

"Why are you crying Wanda? It's because of your wonderful intellect and the perfect environment that allowed you to concentrate on your research that you were able to create the ultimate chemical weapon! Why would you be sad about it? You changed history, my love."

"You should stop crying, my... dear daughter."

"Daughter?"

Agatha took part in a military project 17 years ago that revolved around poisonous gas that for 20 years couldn't be mass produced due to its danger. Mustard gas. Finally, one day her husband was able to find a safe way to synthesize it but an accident occured at the factory where the gas was produced.

She couldn't stop grieving over his loss. His brain was a treasure for the country but his genes were left inside her and came to life again. Her newborn child showed her talent very quickly. At the age of 3 she was able to read and understand the synthesis of mustard gas.

It was that time when she realised her beloved brain came back! She started planning for the perfect place to bring her up and allowed her to focus on developing the mustard gas. That was the purpose of the village, to isolate her from the world and all the things that could impair her genius, ethics and common sense, entertainment, pleasure etc.

"It was because you were here that you were able to develop a new weapon in less than 20 years!"

Wanda screamed out loud when she realised nothing she was told was true or real. Like she was living a lie.

"WANDA!" Pietro came into the room running.

"You deceived me too! YOU LIAR!" She shouted at her brother. At this point, she was also wondering if Pietro was truly her brother.

Miss Romanoff went to Wanda and helped her up before pointing her gun upwards and shooting it. They started running away and Pietro wanted to shoot them but someone else stopped him in fear of accidentally shooting the gas cylinder.

"Take care of them Y/N!" Miss Romanoff went to Wanda and helped her up before pointing her gun upwards and shooting it.

"Yes Miss Romanoff." Y/N stood in front of the door and prepared herself for a fight.

Meanwhile, Pietro was running another way up the stairwell to get to Wanda and met Hilde midway.

"Pietro what's happening?" She asked frantically when she heard the alarm.

"She found out everything." He hurriedly says as he continues to run past her. "They must be in area 23 now"

"PIETRO DJANGO MAXIMOFF!" She shouted and he immediately stood up right with his hands by his side. "I hope you didn't forget. In case of emergency, you must dispose of her. That's your mission as her assistant even though you may be her brother."

Pietro clenched his teeth before saying. "Yes."

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Bucky who was waiting outside finally saw the red flare that Miss Romanoff fired which caught everyone's attention in the forest.

Natasha was with Wanda in the forest after running out. For someone who mainly walked around the mansion and paired with the shock from earlier, all her energy has been depleted.

"If you leave this place, countless people will try to use you. And you'll probably experience worse things than what you saw today." Natasha stepped forward and spoke to Wanda. "I believe it's time to choose... whether you still want to go to the outside world... or you'd rather get over with it now." She pointed her gun against Wanda's forehead. There isn't going to be a chance she misses at this range.

"I- It's horrible that I created 'Raven'. I don't know what to believe. I don't want to think anymore. I... I just want to vanish..." She started crying silently.

Natasha stayed silent for a moment before speaking. "Indeed. If you have no intention of using your genius brain, it might become a nice fertiliser for these plants."

"If you die... you won't have to listen to the screams of the people you could've saved."

"Save?" Wanda spoke in a quiet tone.

"I thought that if you were able to create the ultimate poison for your people, maybe you'd also be able to create the ultimate medicine." Natasha reasoned. "It would be... like magic. People all over the world would be amazed."

"Magical medicine?... Can I really do something like that?"

"Who knows? You certainly can't if you die here." Natasha shrugged her shoulders and spoke nonchalantly. "So, Red Witch, I'll ask you once again. Do you want to run away by dying? Or to live and accept the challenge?"

"I... want to live! I accept the challenge." Natasha saw the determination in her eyes and smiled before pulling her gun away.

"Let's get away before they find us." The flare from earlier gave away their position and they needed to leave quickly. "We'll meet up with Bucky."

"And Y/N?" Wanda asked knowing Natasha left her behind to deal with the werewolves. What if they decided to use the mustard gas against her?

"Don't worry, my assistant is very skilled."

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"Damn Americans, did they send a spy to find out what we are doing?" The wolves asked.

"I am not a spy. I am just an assistant."

After saying that, they were left with an afterimage of Y/N standing there as she swiftly moved away.

"She's vani-" He didn't even get to finish speaking before he got kicked in the chest by Y/N.

"Your body is pretty robust. I guess... I will have to aim at your heads." She started attacking them at high speed, cutting their necks with a knife.

"Use mustard gas!! She'll be dead in no time. She has no prote-" Their man fell to the ground without his mask on as it was on Y/N.

"You really think I came in here without a plan in mind?" She did a dramatic bow as if it was the end of a musical before slashing out again.

"Let's see..."

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"Take the Raven sample upstairs." Agatha instructed. "With the formula, we can mass produce this." She still had strong hope that she succeeded. The end was in sight for her and she couldn't possibly back down now. She failed once and she wasn't going to fail again.

"Some people talk about illogical things like love... but then they can rationally sacrifice their relatives." Y/N found her in one of the labs packing the research papers. She has in her hand the vials packed in a secure casing.

Agatha covered her nose and mouth with her hands when the alarm started beeping and she realised that the poisonous gas alarm was going off.

"Didn't you like it so much that you were ready to sacrifice the life of your dear daughter for it? This poisonous gas?"

The index was getting higher, striving to reach the red portion. The concentration was so high that Agatha couldn't save herself with just her hand. Y/N and Natasha may have survived their earlier contact of mustard gas even in prolonged exposure but it was different now. It was a lot more toxic and concentrated.

"This is to thank you for exposing Miss Romanoff to the gas. How does it feel? The death scent created by your loved one." Agatha wasn't able to reply as her body weakened and fell to the ground.

Y/N acted according to Natasha's order and destroyed all the evidence in the room and made sure none of the samples got to see the world. She also set fire to the labs before making her way out.

Bucky has been running for a while trying to find Natasha in the forest. After regrouping, they split into two groups and went separate ways.

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It was alarm after alarm. However, now it was the fire alarm that was ringing. Sprinklers were activated and tried to control the spread of the fire. In the case of a fire, the lifts were not working and they noted that the gas had been destroyed and the samples had been taken by outsiders. They were panicking that everything went into dust in just seconds.

"First Special Commando Squad Captain Anne Drewantz and Second Special Commando Squad Captain Grethe Hilbert, ready to attack!" They came to report to Hilde in their army uniform. They have located where the flare shot came from and was ready to operate the new experimental weapon.

"Are you planning to move that?" Pietro asked.

Ignoring his question, Hilde started taking out her outdated clothes that hid her army uniform underneath she proceeded to give orders to the rest. "Our primary goal is to retrieve the Red Witch. However, if she takes even one step out of the forest... Kill her."

"Yes Ma'am." The three of them salute her.

They set the hounds out to sniff out Wanda's scent but they reached a point where they split up. Pietro gave the dogs a cloth of Wanda's belonging to make them focus on her. Their main focus was to retrieve Wanda, hence Pietro's squad will head for her. The rest of them would follow Hilde.

Bucky was running along with Wanda trying to get away from the soldiers as best they could. However, Pietro's squad was closing in behind them.

"STOP!" Pietro shouted as they pulled out their guns.

"You don't get to order me!" Shots were fired and people started hiding behind the thick trunks that were abundant in the forest.

"Wanda go ahead. I'll gain time." Bucky said as he pulled out his homemade explosive and threw it at them.

Pietro noticed a marmalade can on the ground and immediately told his men to stand down. He knows Bucky's good with his movement as a group of men couldn't even put one guy down.

Pietro may be Wanda's brother but that isn't the reason why he was her assistant. It was because he was the best fighter among the rest.

Flanking around, Pietro managed to surprise Bucky as they went head-to-head with each other. Bucky sustained a light wound on his left forearm. He instantly sensed that Pietro was fast as he pulled out his knife and rushed towards him, leaving him hardly anything to defend himself.

After slightly stumbling Bucky, he went for Wanda, leaving his men to suppress Bucky. "WANDA!" Bucky shouted to warn her.

Pietro ran after his sister and grabbed her elbow for her to turn to face him. "Wanda!"

"Thanks for coming, here's your tip."

It wasn't Wanda. It was Natasha wearing her clothes and running in place of her. She held the gun in front of her and fired her shot.

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