A Fire Emblem, Awakening Comic. Final Chapter, END (5/5)
Well… here it is. The end. Or perhaps the beginning? In any case, this is the story I’ve been wanting to tell ever since I started this project about a year ago…and ever since I experienced the game’s story and characters firsthand.
For those who have been reading it since– or those who just hopped on and plan to read the entire story from beginning to end– thank you, Thank You deeply and sincerely for joining me along this ride. It’s the most dedicated I’ve been to a single fan-project– 107 pages total, 48 on this chapter alone.
I genuinely hope it was enjoyable for you as well. :)
Feedback, if any, is appreciated! In meantime, excuse me as I can breathe a sigh of relief.
Whenever my WIkia account gets activated I’m going to make this a real thing…
MST3K by year
1942 The Mad Monster (103) The Corpse Vanishes (105)
1944 I Accuse My Parents (507)
1946 The Brute Man (702)
1948 Jungle Goddess (203) Last of the Wild Horses (611)
1950 Rocketshop X-M (201) Radar Secret Service (520)
1951 Lost Continent (208) The Painted Hills (510) Racket Girls (616)
1952 Invasion USA (602)
1953 Robot Monster (107) Project Moon Base (109) The Magic Voyage of Sinbad (505)
1954 Crash of Moons (417)
1955 King Dinosaur (210) Swamp Diamonds (503) Teen-Age Crime Wave (522) Revenge of the Creature (801)
1956 It Conquered the World (311) The Indestructible Man (409) Manhunt in Space (413) Fire Maidens of Outer Space (416) Bride of the Monster (423) The Violent Years (610) The Sword and the Dragon (617) The Mole People (803) The She-Creature (808)
1957 The Robot vs the Aztec Mummy (102) Untamed Youth (112) The Black Scorpian (113) The Amazing Colossal Man (30?) The Saga of the Viking Women… (317) The Unearthly (320) Hercules (502) Gunslinger (511) Beginning of the End (517) The Dead Talk Back (603) The Deadly Mantis (804) The Undead (806) I Was a Teenage Warewolf (809)
1958 The Crawling Eye (101) Rocket Attack U.S.A. (205) Daddy-O (307) Earth vs the Spider (313) Teenage Cave Man (315) War of the Colossal Beast (319) Night of the Blood Beast (701) The Thing that Couldn’t Die (805) Terror from the Year 5000 (807) The Space Children (906) The Screaming Skull (912)
1959 The Giant Gila Monster (402) Teenagers from Outer Space (404) Attack of the Giant Leeches (406) The Killer Shrews (407) Hercules Unchained (408) The Rebel Set (419) The Day the Earth Froze (422) The Girl in Lovers Lane (509) Santa Claus (521) Girls Town (601) High School Big Shot (618) The Leech Woman (802) Prince of Space (816)
1960 First Spaceship on Venus (211) Tormented (414) The Beatniks (415) 12 To The Moon (524) Colossus and the Headhunters (605) The Amazing Transparent Man (623) The Horrors of Spider Island (1011)
1961 Hercules and the Captive Women (412) Bloodlust! (608) The Sinister Urge (613) The Beast of Yucca Flats (621) Invasion of the Neptune Men (819) The Phantom Planet (902) Gorgo (909) Hamlet (1009)
1962 The Slime People (108) Ring of Terror (206) The Magic Sword (411) Eegah (506) The Brain the Wouldn’t Die (513) Samson vs. the Vampire Women (624)
1963 The Crawling Hand (106) The Skydivers (609)
1964 Santa Claus Conquers the Martians (321) Hercules Against the Moon Men (410) The Human Duplicators (420) The Atomic Brain (518) The Creeping Terror (606) The Starfighters (612) Kitten With a Whip (615) The Incredibly Strange Creatures… (812) Jack Frost (813) The Horror of Party Beach (817) Devil Doll (818)
1965 Gamera (K05, 302) Attack of the Eye Creatures (418) Monster A-Go-Go (421) Village of the Giants (523)
1966 Gamera vs Barguron (K04, 304) Women of the Prehistoric Planet (104) Godzilla vs. the Sea Monster (213) Manos: The Hands of Fate (424) Secret Agent Super Dragon (504) The Wild Wild WOrld of Batwoman (515) Red Zone Cuba (619) Agent for H.A.R.M. (815)
1967 Revenge of the Mysterons from Mars (K02) Gamera vs Gaos (K06, 308) The Million Eyes of Samuru (K18) Catalina Caper (204) Wild Rebels (207) The Hellcats (209) Operation Double 007 (508) Danger!! Death Ray (620) The Projected Man (901) The Deadly Bees (905)
1968 Mighty Jack (K14, 314) Teen-Age Strangler (514) Diabolik (1013)
1969 The Green Slime (K00) Gamera vs Guiron (K08, 312) Moon Zero Two (111) The Side Hackers (202) The Castle of Fu Manchu (321) Space Travelers (401) Girl in Gold Boots (1002)
1970 San Francisco International (614)
1971 Gamera vs Zigra (K07, 316)
1973 Stranded in Space (305)
1974 Phase IV (K09) The Touch of Satan (908) It Lives by Night (1010)
1975 Mitchell (512) The Great Spider Invasion (810) Blood Waters of Dr. Z (1005)
1976 Cosmic Princess (K10) Godzilla vs Megalon (212) Riding With Death (812) Track of the Moon Beast (1007) Squirm (1012)
1977 SST- Death Flight (K13) The Legend of the Dinosaurs (K21) Code Name: Diamond Head (608) The Incredible Melting Man (704)
1978 Superdrome (K15) Laserblast (706)
1979 City on Fire (K16) Angels Revenge (622) Parts: The Clonus Horror (811)
1980 Hanger 18 (K19) The Pumaman (903)
1981 Invaders from the Deep (K01) Humanoid Woman (K11) The Last Chase (K20)
1982 Being from Another Planet (405)
1983 Pod People (303) Overdrawn at the Memory Bank (822)
1984 Cave Dwellers (301) Master Ninja (322) Master Ninja II (324) Warriror of the Lost World (501) Devil Fish (911)
1985 City Limits (403) Escape 2000 (705) Boggy Creek II (1006) Final ustice (1008)
1986 Fugitive Alien (K03, 310) Star Force: Fugitive Alien II (318) Zombie Nightmare (604)
1987 Time of the Apes (K17, 306) Robot Holocaust (110)
1988 Alien from LA (516) Deathstalker and the Warriers from Hell (703) Space Mutiny (820) Hobgoblins (907)
1989 Outlaw (519)
1990 The Final Sacrifice (910) Soultaker (1001)
1993 Quest of the Delta Knights (913)
1994 Time Chasers (821)
1996 Werewolf (904) Merlin’s Shop of Mystical Wonders (1003)
“You’ve only heard his side of the story. You never asked mine.”
“Just try to understand,” Tony spoke calmly, shifting in his chair as he turned around to stare at his old friend. “It’s not like he has much time.” He finished running his hand through his hair as he released a sigh of worry. His gaze traveled around his messy desk, as his dark cinnamon colored pupils dilated down to Steve’s monkey on a unicycle drawing held by a glass frame. “Try to find out where the Captain is…” His voice held much distress, like he had been dragged to the ends of Hell and back. Seeing things only the devil should have.
The girl nodded, her chipper chestnut curls bouncing with her every nod. “I understand uncle-“
“Don’t call me that when we’re talking business.” He interrupted, ushering her out of his room. She could tell he was tired, and worn out. It was funny, because the last time she had bumped shoulder with him he had laughed when he spotted a long grey hair rooting from the tips of her hairline, joking that her work as a therapy was getting the best of her. Yet here the old man sat, gray laced the brim of his head, with bags pulling his skin below his chin from all the stress.
Her feet took her out of the office, right out of the expensive mahogany double doors to the secretary that was waiting for her arrival. The lady looked like she was done with her life working for Tony Stark. Her tight bun at the center of her head looked like the only thing keeping her eyes wide open.
“You’ll be monitored the whole time, with cameras in every angle of the room.” The secretary spoke as she walked briskly in the halls, “If he so much as flinches in anger, the guards are instructed to tap into the small chair he’s sitting in and zap him.” She spoke with much normalcy. “He is dangerous,” Her heels clicked on the tiled ground as her long legs took wide steps.
“Why?” Her voice came out like a feather, coated between her breaths that sneaked from the brim of her throat. Brows scrunched as her nose wrinkled with curiosity.
“He’s dangerous.” The answer was much like everything she’s heard so far. “Be cautious.” The blond finished, holding her folder closer to her chest as she clicked the small grey button beside the door. “Someone will meet you in a few minutes to come and dress you, until then, Stay safe.” Like that she had turned around, speed walking away from the dimly lit hallway.
She was but a mist in minutes. Her strawberry scent the only inviting thing in the dark drenched hallway. Within seconds, the system buzzed, red flashing from the alarm over the double metal encased entrance. Fog was seeping through the openings, leaving the therapist scared, just exactly what was she dealing with?
For months, she had prepared for this moment. Everyone telling her how dangerous her new client will be, How he’s not normal, How she’ll be lucky if she even came back with no scratches. And yet she brushed all of the worry that strummed from the lips of her relatives, thinking that if she could help a man with with schizophrenia then she could and most definitely would help anyone who’s in danger. That was her life description after all.
“Ma'am, Please enter the door.” The speaker announced. Its voice static encrypted. The women had thought it was due to the fact no one even cared much for the technology that weaved in the floor. Tony mustn’t come down here very often, because she could see cracks and small beetles coming in and out of the small space.
Forgetting her temporary fright, she had made her way into the hall, her flats leveled and quite. She entered the second hallway, before the doors hinges cringed and smacked shut with the most deadliest ‘boom’ known to man kind. The therapist had probably jumped out of her skin from the sudden sound and compacted air that woodshed her dress to the front.
“Miss (Y/L/N),” Strong words spoke, catching her attention. “This way,” His voice was stern and steel like. Holding a staff in hand, while the belt around his waist held many gadgets to retain a monster- if not, even a ghost.
“Where am I going?” She asked, her small legs walking fast trying to catch up, books pressed hard to her chest, while her half used pencil peaked from between her hair and ear.
“Getting changed.” He supplied. Turning the corner and walked through a second block worth of doors.
“Why?” She was so lost. Last month when Tony had pinpointed her location, he had offered her a client. Stating that it wouldn’t be that hard or bad in general. Just that she would be payed millions for one session. Her mind went blank, just to help a person? All he required her with was to keep caution at all times while in the room- but even then he assured her a mouse wouldn’t even nibble her cheese, that she had no worries to take up his client. His words sealed such authority that she had trusted she wouldn’t even have a dent in her skin.
“To make sure he doesn’t skin you alive.” The wicked smirk that had plastered across the man’s canvass was enough to wash a decades worth of acid over her body.
“I-I don’t follow…” Much wasn’t spoken then, instead he had shoved her down the last steps and pushed her inside an open room, before disappearing completely.
All the workers had stopped what they were doing and turned heads to her presence. She felt like an alien. Although it’s not everyday that someone would be walking the depths of the Stark Tower.
“Are you mission 107?”
The people around her had gas masks and Quarantine onesies. Their movements had indicated that they don’t see much normal humans.
“Ma'am… Are you mission 107?” The workers voice repeated, “Are you the therapist for project number 107?” They referred to them as numbers, sometimes monsters. Not that anything that was living here could hold a feather to nail.
“Y-yes,” Never in the personal therapists life had she ever lost her voice, but the new environment here had gotten the best of her. She nodded her head, her movements dilated down to more physical show rather then answering in words.
“Jermey, Get her dressed in order number 6,518, don’t forget her gas mask, order number 5, her shoes must cover all her skin, Oder number 188, make sure there are no jewelry around her body, order number 163, cover her fingers, order number 552.” The voice was stern, almost robot like. The women was throwing numbers and orders while the said man- Jeremy rushed around the small office to gather all her things.
“Oder numbers present.” Jermey came back, cloths and masks, and metal filers dripped from his hold. As his eyes inspected her nakedness, compared to what he was wearing, the therapist was practically nude.
She was scared, because now, he- whoever he is, seemed to really be dangerous. All the worries that her relatives and friends marked, had now just jammed into her thick skull.
She had finally processed, just how Dangerous the man really is.
The place wasn’t anything better then the underground halls of the tower. If anything, it looked more dirtier.
The room was absolutely empty, save for the table and two chairs in the middle of the room. The staff didn’t make much of hiding the four cameras that hung in every corner. The walls were a dirty shade of white, as if beige with spiderwebs in various spots.
The elfin therapist came closer to the chair, she sat down reluctantly. Placing all her books on the table. Her whole body was hard to move give for what they had forced her to wear. Once all her belongings were placed on the table, she stood up and zipped out of the dress Stark wanted her in. If she was going to help someone, then she would have to treat him like every other human being she’s helped.
So she stood, took her quarantine getup, and then slid the mask off, her gloves the were slipped off, the metal protected around all her fingers then came off, and she dusted them to the farthest corner she could.
“Ma'am, If you don’t put those on we can’t guarantee your safety.” The mic boomed, the person on the other end of the cameras must be watching her. Yet she had found herself not heeding it much thought.
Brushing off his comment she then went back to her desk, books and papers scattered around it. She fixed them, tucked every paper in place and shoved all the books, files, and paper in groups. Leaving just her pen and half pencil beside her.
“Ma'am, Test subject 107 is-”
Before the person could continue what he wanted to say the doors had opened up violently, the doors slammed into the wall before bouncing back. Slightly scaring the women who sat at the desk.
Three guards came in shoving in a man, the pushed him down onto the chair quite aggressively, punching his shoulders either on the right or left depending where they wanted him to go. And how they would kick his legs when they wanted him to sit. Her heart strung a little for the poor man.
After they had gotten him down, they left in an instant. Shutting the metal doors, the two people sat awkwardly alone. She glanced him over, metal arm and all. She now knew who she was working for, the infamous Winter Solider.
But just how bad could the man be? It’s not like the news gives away much information that the government doesn’t allow- or doesn’t provide at the matter. The only thing that she knows about the man sat before her, was for the supposed bombing in Wakanda, but even that was framed and released to the press by non other then her Uncle…
“My name is (Y/N)…” The young lady begun, she grabbed her pencil from around her ear and opened up a new book. First page she started scribbling down notes, messy ones. “What’s your name?” Her voice trailed, she looked him over again, stiff shoulders and unreadable eyes. His eyes, albeit soft followed her every move harshly. His mouth was sealed shut, lips chapped.
“You know who I am,” His gruff reply came, as if he hadn’t spoken for decades. Almost like a diamond scratching glass.
“I don’t, to be honest.” She answered shutting her book and biting her pencil. Her warm brown eyes bore into his dusty royal blues. As if begging him to answer. “The only thing I know, is that your name is Winter solider.” She finished, ushering the butt of the pencil to the side. As if to emphasize her point. “I don’t even think that’s your real name.”
“My name is Bucky,” He murmured. Feeling annoyed. He looked around the place, eyes landing on the discarded protection. Then he looked down. Eyelashes grazed his cheeks as he closed them momentarily. “Why did you take those off?” He asked, his answer coming between his breaths. As if he was ready to pounce.
“It’s not like you’ll hurt me-” Before she had anything else to say, Metal fingers wrapped around her neck. She gasped, but didn’t say anything. They had told her of the signal helps. But she wasn’t going to need help now, not just yet.
“I can snap your neck in half without even pulling a muscle. I’ve dealt with stronger men then you.” He inched closer, his nose mere centimeters from her’s. “Tell Stark I’m not saying anything.” He applied more pressure on her neck, seeing as she wasn’t reacting the way he wanted her to, “Your not going to get paid millions by bothering me.” And then his forehead came into contact with hers, she would be lying if she said he wasn’t scaring her… or if her heart wasn’t skipping eight beets now. His eyes looked so pure for a man who had killed dozens for eons.
“Signal warning T-3 seconds-” The AI, spoke suddenly. Without another sound, he had released her flesh. The plates in his arms shifting as they whirled in sound. He relaxed over his side of the desk, shoving his shoulder length hair behind his ear.
“I don’t trust you.” She spoke confidently. Like him, she pushed her hair behind her ear. As if she hadn’t had that threat thrown at her three times a week. “What’s your name?” She opened down her book again. Scribbling things only she could tell. Bucky glanced down at her book. He caught weird boxes and shapes. He figured either she’s really horrible at writing or she was just writing in a different language.
“My name is Bucky-” He begun, reluctantly answering her as he glared her way. If Stark is going to keep him down in a basement like a monster, and be treated like one, then he’s going to give him Hell back.
“Like, short for anything?” She interrupted, if he was talking then she needed answers before he shuts down.
“That’s your name?” She stopped scribbling, then looked up at his stern gaze. “That’s really beautiful-”
“Middle name,” He grumbled with annoyance. She was too happy, too talkative.
“What’s your full name then,” She smiled warmly, “Unless you fancy me calling you Buchanan forever?” She joked, pressing the tip of the charcoal on the paper smudging a few crumbles from the sharpened tip ready to type whatever was to leave his lips.
“James Buchanan Barnes.”
“I don’t understand what you want from him…?” She sat down before her uncle, hair tied up in a bun. While she read over her notes noiselessly.
“Not really Uncle,” She confessed. “Your staff treat him like trash- as if he hadn’t been through Hell fire enough. Punching and shoving- and that’s just to tell him where to go, God knows what else they do to him down there.” She pointed to another note, to keep track of where she wanted insight on. “Why do let them shock him?” She whispered, eyeing her notes, a sentence that she had circled many times.
“It’s to keep him in place?” Tony answered, shrugging his shoulders while he grabbed the picture frame of a Monky on a unicycle tracing over the drawn sketches.
“That’s not how you treat a human…” She shook her head from disgust. She peeled her brows together. “If you want me to continue seeing him, then a lot of things need to change. Starting with how your staff refer him to.” She tapped her book, then shut it. Her intense gaze woven with determination.
“What might that be?” He asked, his voice showed surrender. He missed his friend, the only person who had put up with Starks shit. The only person who had run off to help his long lost monster of a friend, for his- Tony Starks friendship.
“His name. His name is James Buchanan Barnes- or Bucky. Not subject number 107!” She exclaimed, “Not winter solider,” She corrected, “Not Monster,” She rambled, “Just Bucky, James, Buchanan or even Barnes. Any would do.” He nodded, his eyes closing. He knew deep down this was going to be long.
“Second, Stop hitting him. You know if he wanted he could take you down and your whole team of staff without even trying. So stop hitting him. ” She shook her head, closing her eyes and pinching the bridge of her nose. “He’s not your property- If your trying to make amends with Captain America I’m sure treating his only friend like an exotic animal won’t turn a plain paper un harmed.”
“Is there anything else?” He asked, seeing as she stopped talking for a while. She opened her orange book again, flipping to a few pages.
“What does he eat…?” She asked disbelieve flossing through her teeth as she gazed up at her cruel uncle. “How could you be so heartless…?” Her question was closing the air. She wanted to cry, wanted to scream at him to let him go. Wanted to do anything in her power to help him. How long had he been suffering alone?
“Would you eat it three times a day for God knows how long you kept the man under your tower!” She stood up, smacking her uncles shoulder in the process from anger. Her book constantly made contact with his shoulder while she leaned over his desk full of paper. Tony didn’t make a move, didn’t dare say a word. He didn’t even shield himself. He was open, scared, worried, guilty… and mostly lost.
“I’m sorry.” He choked. Still fiddling with the frame in hand. She didn’t know why it was so important to him. But he kept his love blanketing the sheet of his pupil while staring at it.
“Like damn you are,” She started, standing back up, “He sleeps on the ground.” She stated as if he had no idea, “You’ll have to put the most expensive mattress for him to sleep on- Because God knows what his back feels like.” She opened her book and gave him a glimpse of her writing. Small drawings and sketches doodled around the edges of the paper.
“Then you’ll change his location to something more civil, he might be ‘dangerous’ but your not keeping him down in a cracked basement filled with rats-”
“He did that.” Stark cut off, if she was going to point out all his inhumanly acts, then he at least needed to confess to the ones he truly did. This was not his act. “He cracked all the walls, doors, floors,” Stark listed counting down his fingers. “After a while the staff started beating him and he stoped.”
“Your fixing the basement, Stark.” She warned. Shaking her head, messy bun wiggled back and forth. “Your also going to provide him a toilet-”
“He has one,” Stark shouted. Shoving his hands up as he safely placed his frame down on the desk.
“-With a shower in it.”
“He’s my prisoner- your just here to get information out of him. All we need to know is where Steve Rogers is.” This time, his tone was more boss like then what the therapist wanted to admit. He stood to his full hight, fists balled in place as he stood his ground.
“(Y/N) Your here to do your damn job. If you can’t, then go back to Australia.” He pointed to the door. Shouting at her was something new, but this was trading ground. Millions for just one piece of information.
The frightened girl hurriedly gathered all her things, protecting her books around her chest as she walked to the doors.
“Your check will be mailed to you.” Tony answered, slumping on his chair as he swirled around, starting at the glass window for wall. The people down on the streets like ants compared to him.
Hearing the door slam signaled her exit. Tony was surprised. She had gotten out many things other therapist didn’t even get a hint of. Bucky had talked to her, James had opened up to her, Barnes actually looked at her in a decent way. And Tony couldn’t believe it. He was so close to finding the Captain.
No other therapist could even hold a candle to her. She was the only key that would unlock his answers, Tony would be damned if he didn’t comply to her demands just to get her back, even if he had to use her- his only other friend he trusts that acts like a family member to him.
With much courage, he released a sigh of distress, before gathering all his energy. He spoke, words flying in a string from between his chapped pink lips, before he could do anything about it he was already half way through.
I thought I was done with time consuming homework since my teacher who gives me the most work is gone but HE STILL ASSIGNED A STUDY GUIDE ALONG WITH A 107 SLIDE PROJECT THATS NEED 4 SENTENCWS EACJ THERES ONLY LIKE 2 WEEKS LEFT IN SCCHOLL MAN CHILL PLZ
Somebody should have attacked them with a steamer before they took pictures but this dress is a culmination of all things Princess Deanna and her fairy tale romance and I. Love. It.
I love that she picks a dress that would work just as well for cotillion. I love that it is pale pink. I love that it is satin. I love that it is covered with cascading roses. I love that it looks like a cake. I love that there are ruffles and asymmetry. I love that everyone else is in their dress uniform because this is a Starfleet wedding, and they are going to have another wedding on Betazoid, but it’s going to be traditional, as in naked, and she was like guys, I love you and I love Starfleet for bringing us together, but I am going to have a fairy tale princess wedding and you can’t stop me, and I love knowing that no one would even think to try because this right here is SO Deanna. And I even love that those silly Love Boat dress uniforms sort of fit in with the fairy tale (though they also sort of look like waiters but what can you do).
(Also I love Mrs. Riker and Mr. Troi and I wish the entire movie was about them because the only other thing I really like in it is Shinzon’s crey crey clothes.)
You thought I forgot Murdoc’s birthday fic? Nope I’m working on the finishing touches of that 107 slide project that’s finally due tomorrow, after that it’ll be up soon.
I would never forget pickle man