so i’m sure the
remake of a timeless classic that disney is about to roll out is
going to be great and all
but here’s another
way we could do things:
he’s the beauty
she’s the beast
for a movie who’s
central theme is inner beauty, it doesn’t really do anything to support that,
you know? so how about this: adam, our prince turned beast, isn’t an
inhospitable monster. because this back story doesn’t make any sense – why is the young prince of this
land alone, in a castle, only to be caught unaware by a witch?
so how about this –
this is pseudo france, right, so these royals do what their real life
counterparts did. they flee. the cruel, greedy king and queen flee and leave
their young son behind with their staff. their son who is kind and soft hearted
and totally unfit to rule any kingdom (never mind that they’re literally
running away from their own people). not only that – they trade their son for
their freedom, trade their kingdom for their freedom. to the witch.
so the witch comes,
and she doesn’t disguise herself as a crone, goes to him looking as lovely and
young as her magic keeps her. but our prince adam has a talent, one many
cast-aside, neglected children have developed – the ability to see people for
who they really are, and he knows this is no kind young woman in need of his help. he refuses to let her in – and there’s
this little twist to the magic, that she can only enter the palace grounds and claim
her prize if she’s welcomed in a as a guest, and he, the young master of this
castle, won’t let her in.
The reason I really like this little exchange is because it is a very succinct and powerful encapsulation of Hanzo’s character. It is also something that a lot of people miss when writing him. It is not the fact that he killed his brother that is the problem, not really. That night he was tested, a test of his character, and when it mattered the most he failed. He made the wrong choice and it killed Genji and destroyed him.
That is why Genji not being dead doesn’t matter. The depths of his shame come from his personal failure and do not abate because his attempts to kill Genji failed by pure luck. He is still the person that chose to kill his brother, that failed this test.
The crux of his character is this personal failure and what it means to him, how he reacts to it and eventually to Genji.
I wake up wanting you. I fall asleep wanting you. I watch a magnificent sunrise and can think only of sharing it with you. I glimpse a piece of amber and see your eyes… I’ve caught a disease, and the fever abates only when I’m near you.
I’d like to give a warm welcome to the newest member of my team, Spencer, the chamber-raised male Harris hawk. This is his first day home with me, so there’s a lot for him to take in, but he’s learning quickly. He’s already showing signs of becoming more comfortable and has even eaten a few tidbits from me. This will be the first harris hawk that I’ve trained from scratch, so I’m really excited to see what kind of bird he becomes.
okay, so in the very early stages of the original beauty and
the beast, gaston was an aristocrat. that eventually got scrapped, but oh what if it didn’t
so say gaston is the son of someone very high up in the
royalty chain, someone who’s parents are important enough that he spends an
awful lot of time at the castle? and our prince adam isn’t really down with
this whole ~being a prince~ thing, he’s a brat, like so many other kids are
brats (but these kids don’t get turned into beasts by random witches, like i’m
sorry but i’ll never not think that beast didn’t get the short end of the stick
there) and so he spends the least about of time possible parading about with a
crown on his head. he likes going outside, like riding his horses and playing
in the woods, and all sorts of other things that make his parents shake their
heads and despair at the inability to have another child, because their son is a small disaster.
and here comes gaston, who’s older and more long suffering.
gaston in naturally dramatic, okay, he likes being flashy and fun and loud, all
the things the son of a noble shouldn’t be. so by the point he meets adam he’s
listened to his parents, folded himself up nice and tight into this quiet boy
who just doesn’t want any trouble. adam loves
trouble. if he can’t find it, he invents it.
so he grabs onto gaston like glue, and gaston is irritated,
but he’s the prince, he can’t say
anything or his parents will kill him. so he lets adam keep dragging him out
horseback riding and hunting and rock climbing and all sorts of things little
noble boys aren’t supposed to do. they spare, and no matter that gaston is
bigger and older he never wins, adam always ends up pinning him to the ground
with his arm to his throat and he’d more irritated about it if the prince didn’t
look so delighted every time he won. adam loves all the animals that he’s not
interested in eating, and gaston tries to point out that it’s a little weird
how thrilled adam is to take down a deer when two minute later he’s trying to
entice a wolf to come closer so he can pet it, and also holy shit adam that’s a wolf what’s wrong with you
adam loves his staff, the people who do their best to reign
in this little terror but don’t try that hard, because the thing about bratty
kids is that they’re rarely brats all the time, as an adult you swing between
wanting to strangle them and finding them so adorable and charming your chest
hurts. so mrs. potts indulges him, likes the way he’s only ever really patient
while he’s playing with her son chip when he’s snuck into the kitchen to beg
her for some extra cookies. lumiere and cogsworth are his tutors and spend more
time arguing with each other than teaching him, and he’s delighted by that.
and so adam is this loud, exuberant little prince who slowly
but surely picks at gaston’s barrier until gaston almost feels like himself again,
and adam doesn’t do what his parents did. adam doesn’t make fun of him for how
much he cares about his hair, about how he hates dirt under his fingernails. as
long as gaston keeps following him into dangerous situations, adam doesn’t care
about much of anything, and gaston loves him for it.
and gaston’s on the cusp of teenagerhood when he realizes he loves adam, the prince, this is awful
and he immediately has a panic attack over it, he’s to be lord and adam is to
be king, it will never work, oh, and adam probably doesn’t like boys, and – oh my
god, all those schoolyard taunts about him being gay we’re right this is a nightmare.
he’d freak out about this properly and probably go charging
to the castle to confess his love in true embarrassing 12 year old fashion –
except his parents set him down, pale, and say, “they’re gone, they’re all
gone, the king and queen were found dead and the prince is gone and now a
monster lives in the castle.” and of course gaston takes this to the most
logical conclusion – a beast broke into the castle, killed the love of his
young life, and now he’s claimed the castle for his own.
this is gaston’s defining moment okay, this is the point
where he snaps and never goes back.
he rebels against his parents, refuses to fit himself back into the mold of the
perfect son, tries to live his life like adam would have wanted him to. that
means being exactly who he is and damn the consequences. he focuses on his hair
and his clothes and his looks, he pursues hunting because it reminds him of
adam, because so much of their friendship took place in the woods, covered in
mud and laughing. he pursues hunting because, one day, when he’s the very best
he’s going to go the castle and kill the beast that killed adam. and his
parents are furious about all of this and they disown him in favor of his young
siblings and he just. doesn’t give a shit.
so he moves to the town, and everyone loves him, of course
they love him. he’s loud and arrogant, but – he’s not cruel. he’s beautiful and brings in more pelts and meat than any
other hunter and gaston doesn’t miss the days of being a young lordling in the
slightest. but girls keep throwing themselves at him and he doesn’t know how to
keep refusing either outing himself or hurting their feelings, so he goes to
belle. belle, who is every inch as pretty he is. belle, who is smart and quiet
and kind in a reserved sort of way. if there’s anyone who won’t judge him, it’s
so he goes to her, and tells her the truth – that he only
likes men, that he’s not interested in advertising the fact, and asks her to
pretend to be his lady. and belle, kind sweet belle, agrees. she does it out of
sense of duty to help those in need, because nothing she knows of gaston says
she will enjoy this. but she’s proven wrong, because gaston was raised to be a lord of course he’s educated, just
because he doesn’t really care about any of that stuff doesn’t mean he doesn’t
know it. and belle can speak with him like she can no other, because gaston has
more formal education than anyone else in this village. and to their surprise,
gaston and belle become friends, become the closest of friends, and gaston hasn’t
known this closeness since adam, although it’s different because he loves belle
but he’s not in love with belle.
and one day belle and her father are out traveling and
sudden snowstorm forces them into the castle. belle knows there’s some sort of
monster that supposedly lives there, but it’s either the castle for refuge or
dying of cold outside, so into the castle they go. and instead of a hideous
monster there’s adam, the beast. he’s rude and gruff and calls them twelve
kinds of idiots for getting caught in a snowstorm in the first place. he offers
them a room before sulking back into his study, watching the last petal
threaten to the fall from the rose.
the castle is so excited to have guests, to have a young
girl that may be their saving grace, and beast doesn’t know how to tell them
that he likes girls well enough, but the only person he’s ever loved is a
prickly, stuffy little boy who used to wring his hands together whenever they
went looking for wolves. the storm doesn’t abate, and belle and her father
stay. beast likes belle, likes how much she loves his library and the courteous
way she speaks to all his staff even tho they’re all furniture, and he wishes
he could love her, she is a woman that deserves to be loved. but he can’t.
back in the village, gaston has had it. the beast took adam from him, and he wont allow that thing
to take belle. he rallies the villagers and goes marching to the castle,
determined to save belle and her father, determined to kill the thing that
so they storm the castle and he and the beast fight. belle
and her father rush forward to stop the rest of the angry village men, and
belle is screaming at gaston to stop, that things aren’t as they seem. but he’s
mad with bloodlust, with revenge, and he’s about to take the beast’s head off
with his axe when the beast lunges and pushes him to the ground, pinning him
with an arm to his throat. and the muscle memory is so sudden and visceral that
gaston freezes and stares at the snarling beast and whispers, “adam?”
and the beast blinks, and pulls back a little, and goes …… “gaston!?”
literally everyone is so confused, but they only get more
confused when gaston throws himself at the beast and there’s a rush of magic as
the last petal falls and the spell is broken. gaston sees beast for who he
really is, loves him wholly and completely in the way only children can, and
the curse is broken.
so gaston goes from having the beast in his arms to having a
man, and he kisses him, outing himself in front of the whole village and not
caring in the slightest. “i’ve missed you,” adam says, reaching out a hand to
cup gaston’s cheek.
his staff are people again, and the cloud of darkness that
had fallen over the castle is lifted. the old and irritable third cousin twice
removed who’d been running the country is more than happy to hand it back over
to adam, so happy in fact that he doesn’t question anything about this
incredibly weird situation.
gaston and adam were children with a children’s love, but as
adam gets his castle and kingdom up and running again, gaston is there. and
their love deepens, and strengthens, and becomes something much more real and
true than it ever was before. and gaston knows he can’t keep this, that adam
will need to take a queen and gaston won’t be able to be with him after that.
except no one told adam that, because he goes to belle who
just, never left the castle because she likes it and it likes her and her two
favorite people are here. and also they’ll pry her from that library over her
dead body. “hey,” adam says, “so, i’m kind of the king now.”
“i noticed,” belle answers, and doesn’t look up from her
adam considers closing it, but also considers that he likes
his hands attached to his wrists. “want to get married? we’ll need to produce
an heir or two, but beyond that you’ll get all the books you want and a whole
country to boss around.” one of the things adam had quickly learned was that
belle loved bossing people around.
belle doesn’t look up from her book. he hadn’t honestly
expected her too. “okay. I’m dating plumette. im going to keep doing that.”
“nice,” he says, because plumette is a lot prettier now that
she isn’t a feather duster.
so adam find gaston and tells him that he’s marrying belle,
and gaston’s whole heart breaks but it makes sense, adam and belle make sense
together, and he wishes he could make himself hate either of them but he can’t
because he loves them both. but then adam is talking about how belle will have
the rooms next to theirs, and gaston should probably stop paying rent for his
house in the village, he lives in a literal palace, come on now.
and gaston figures out that adam is planning to stay with him, that belle is his wife and queen in name only and and gaston will
continue to be the one in his heart and in his bed. adam is talking about how
they all really need to sit down and do something about the redistribution of
tax revenue, and they should probably do it before the wedding because
otherwise their subjects will only show up to throw fruit at them. gaston cuts
him off by pressing his king and love of his life against the wall and kissing
cogsworth and lumiere walk by and pause mid-argument to wolf
whistle at them before continuing on their way. gaston and adam end up having
to hold each other up as they laugh so hard they can’t breath.
Aaron Hernadez’s suicide makes him legally innocent now.
I’m SO TIRED of the Aaron Hernandez posts from conspiracy theorists and armchair lawyers but……….this one actually checks out for the most part and it’s pretty fascinating.
Remember, the most recent case where Hernandez was found not guilty was not his only murder rap. In 2015, he had already been found guilty of murdering Odin Lloyd. This double homicide trial for the murders of Daniel Jorge Correia de Abreu and Safiro Teixeira Furtado had no bearing on the first one.
Our legal system was primarily based on the English legal system, and the Massachusetts law that covers abatement ab initio dates back to the Thirteen Colonies. Less than ten states still have abatement ab initio on the books, but Massachusetts is one of those states. “Ab initio” in Latin means “from the beginning” and the idea of the law is your legal status goes back to the beginning, as in before your trial, if you die during an appeal or before your legal status is finalized. Your case is not over just because you’re found guilty. It’s over once you’ve exhausted all of your appeals. A higher court always has the option of overturning a conviction. In Hernandez’s case, he died before a higher court has the opportunity to overturn or uphold his conviction, so therefore, his legal status goes back to the beginning. He’s innocent now.
Martin Healy, the chief legal counsel for the Massachusetts Bar Association, explains that the state observes abatement ab initio, which in criminal proceedings is applied if a defendant dies before all of their appeals have been resolved.
Under abatement ab initio (the latter phrase meaning “from the beginning”), the defendant’s case returns to its initial phase and the slate is wiped clean.
“It’s as if the trial has never happened, and it’s as if the indictment has never happened,” says Healy, who is unconnected to the case.
So “under the eyes of the law, Hernandez has died an innocent man,” Healy continues. “He has not been convicted of any crime in Massachusetts.”
Abatement ab initio only makes its way into the press when a high profile criminal dies sometime before his legal status has been settled. The most familiar one to most of us would have been Ken Lay during the Enron scandal. He was found guilty and prosecutors were looking for Lay to pay back $44 million in restitution in addition to jail time. His conviction was erased when he died of a heart attack before sentencing because, just like with an appeal, his legal status hadn’t been finalized.
As for the Patriots’ contract, the family can now sue on the grounds that Hernandez was innocent and his contract shouldn’t have been nullified. The Patriots’ actually nixed that contract when Hernandez was indicted, so it’ll still take some legal maneuvering in court, but the conviction from Hernandez’s first trial can never be brought up in court ever again, not in a contract disupte or in a civil suit brought by the victim’s family. Any party going against Hernandez’s estate at this point has to start from scratch to prove his guilt all over again. It’s basically a retrial where the defense knows exactly what the prosecution will say and can build their strategy around that.
As for the meme, most of it is correct, but Hernandez was never entitled to that $15 million. It was a contract over the course of a few years and it wasn’t guaranteed. The family can sue for the remainder of the signing bonus though, which is still a few million dollars. Whether Hernandez knew all of this when he committed suicide is impossible for us to know, but I’m still pretty interested to see how it will play out.
Ei, eu sei que dói, sei que machuca, mas sei também que sempre tem um curativo. E iremos ter que o refazer diariamente, passar pomada, limpar a ferida, cobri-la e depois esconde-la… Mas não será o fim do mundo, acredite em mim, iremos nos reerguer juntas. Sabe aquela frase: “o problema da dor e que ela precisa ser sentida“? Então, ela pode ser sentida, mais não irá nos abater. O amor pode até ter ido embora, mas essa ferida só te mostrará como você é/foi forte e nunca desistiu de seguir em frente.
Looks like my abatement team is back up to 3 now, thanks to our newest member, Esperanza, the aplomado falcon.
Esperanza was used as a falconry bird for the first 6 years of her life, but now she is joining my team to help scare off pigeons in the city. She is just finishing up her molt and getting back into the groove of things, so for now I’m just doing relationship building and refresher training with her at my job sites. Once we’ve got a relationship built up, I’m planning to do lure flights with her, because nothing strikes fear into the heart of wild birds like the sight of a falcon circling and diving through the sky ;)
So I haven’t been posting on here much in the last few months. Part of that was because my computer was broken and in the shop for nearly two months, which made posting hard. Then right after that I was dealing with a big move to a new house and getting settled into my new job, but I’m hoping to start posting regularly again soon.
Anyway, time for an update. I am now living in Southern California and working full time bird abatement in LA for The Hawk Pros. I currently work at 6 different sites throughout the city, including malls, resorts, bank buildings, and filming firms, and it’s a lot to keep track of! Adjusting to city life is also a bit of a culture shock, seeing as I’ve been living out in the country for the past couple years. But I’m gradually getting used to it and I think I’m going to have a lot of fun with this new job! My current work bird is a male Harris hawk named Riley. We’re still getting to know each other, but he’s a sweetheart and our teamwork is improving every day. I should be getting a second Harris to add to the team soon too :) And of course, Malia gets to come and help out as well. She’s becoming a pro at pointing pigeons and keeping them away from the fountains!
Kai isn’t thrilled about the move because city life is a lot noisier than the country he’s used to, so he’s been a little stressed out lately, but he’s holding it together and not letting it affect the relationship between us. I expected the move to be hard on him, so overall I’m proud of how he’s handling himself. I’m hoping he’ll get used to it with a little more time.
A/N: I turned 18 today, on the 10th of April, and as a birthday treat, here’s an extra long chapter!! I wanted a date with Tom Holland for my birthday present, but needless to say, I did not get what I wanted. Someone please tell me that he’d love me as much as I loved him if we ever met in this lifetime.
Warning: Angst, mentions of torture.
moment you’re staring up at a wide expanse of blue sky, watching the jet
disappear; the next, you’re surrounded by a group of soldiers rushing onto the
scene in combat fatigues, pointing their guns at you.
sends you backpedalling, but you run into something solid. You turn, already
swinging, and nail one in the chin. He stumbles to the side and would have
given you a clear shot to your friends, but three other soldiers take his
you realize what’s happening, a metal collar is snapped around your neck, sharp
electrical pulses shooting through you. Suddenly, you can’t move, can barely
breathe. Panic fills you, joining the adrenaline rushing through your veins,
and your body isn’t sure how to react. Keep fighting, or shut down.
are they doing?” You hear Peter ask. You can’t see him, but he sounds scared.
Panicked. “That’s a collar. Mr Stark,
you said they were only going to talk to her!”
“Stop it,” Agent Barton snaps. “That’s a child, not an animal, get that thing off!”
fighting. Definitely keep fighting. The idea of sending your SAT scores to
Attica instead of Cambridge is not appealing. You unleash it all with a scream.
A plane explodes in a ball of fire, shaking the ground beneath your feet. Screams
of terror fill your ears. The shock wave hits everyone within a hundred foot
radius, knocking them backwards. You hit the ground hard, and a wave of pain
sweeps over you.
“Run!” You try to shout, but only
then that familiar voice says your name, taut with pain.
“(Y/n),” Peter tries again.
slowly lift your head up to stare at him.
known what would happen. He’d done this. He’d betrayed you.
scrambled to his feet now, hands outstretched, almost as if he wants to touch
you, but can’t quite bring himself to.
a feral scream, you launch yourself at him. You and Peter slam onto the ground,
hard. Volts of electricity shoot through you, sharp and hot and carnivorous.
You open your mouth to scream. Peter takes the opportunity to shove you off of
him, shooting webs to pin your hands and feet to the ground.
“(Y/n),” Peter manages. He sounds closes
to tears now, his tone as tormented as his expression. “(Y/n), please, I’m your friend.”
stare at him, your eye wild and feral-looking, your breath coming quicker and
quicker from your parted lips. The pain is crashing over you in waves, the
shocks making your muscles twitch and seize painfully, but you manage to raise
your head, glaring at Peter with such soul-deep hatred that the blood turns to
ice in his veins.
were never friends!” Your screams
come one after another, scraping along your raw throat without pause. “I have alwaysHATED you!”
the third time that day, Peter recoils. He goes incredibly still, so still that
you notice how his hands are trembling. He’s wearing a mask, but you know that
his face is contorted in misery. There’s a quiet whoosh of air, followed by the
sharp stab of pain in your arm. You can only stare at the small darts in your
shoulder before blackness pulls you under.
How is she?” A male is saying. You recognize his voice. It makes you angry. Angry enough to force you out of
your deep sleep, the only thing protecting you from feeling the pain in your
blink, looking through eyes glassy from the strain they’ve endured. Tony Stark
peers in through the glass window, looking at you as though you are a
particularly interesting specimen under a microscope. Dark half-moons ring his
eyes, and his arm is in a sling. You can’t find it in you to feel sympathetic
for his injuries.
anger magnifies, giving you strength. Strapped to the cot with metal shackles,
you fight for freedom. Snarling like the very animal you might be becoming, you
twist and buck, half-crazed eyes staring at him, wishing that you could do so
much more than try to kill him with your eyes. All you receive for your trouble
is another jolt of electricity. The bed shakes with the force of your shudders,
the pain acute, gut-wrenching and soul-zapping. They’re going to kill you. How
could they not? After a while, even your skin begins to vibrate and it doesn’t
stop when the electricity does. Your bones feel brittle, as if they’re going to
break at any second. Your lungs have to be filled with glass rather than air.
Every breath is agony.
Stark only looks at you again once your screams have stopped. His head droops. With shame? “The Spiderling wants to see
you. You hurt him pretty bad.”
You snarl, surprised at the sound of your voice. You’ve shouted, but only a whisper
can be heard. “Tell him I hate him and that I lied.”
Stark closes his eyes, releasing a heavy breath. “He was doing the right
raise your head to stare at him, eyes narrowed to angry slits. “No. He was doing what you asked him to.”
Stark’s mouth opens and closes, and you know he’s searching for a response.
When he finds none, he turned on his heel and marches out of the room.
riddance,” Clint mutters.
the first to recover, a curious edge to his voice. “What exactly did you lie
let your head droop back onto the pillow. “Having a good time,” You dead-pan,
your eyes flickering up to the ceiling. “We went out a lot.”
the first to snort in amusement. Slowly, the others join in, Clint and Sam
snickering right along with him. It’s even enough to rouse a weak and
rusty-sounding laugh out of Wanda, who’s been silent for the whole week that
you’ve been stuck here.
feels good to laugh. Even for only a moment.
wake with wet cheeks, and a warm, calloused hand tapping at your face. You hope
this doesn’t mean that the doctors are back to draw more of your blood; but the
doctors at the Raft would never be that gentle with you.
“(Y/n)? (Y/n),can you hear me?”
The voice is pained, and you think you hear a muttered curse of, “Damn it,
pain is a constant throb in your head and limbs, you shouldn’t move; it will only
make everything worse. Wincing, you crane your head up to see who has called
your name. Blinking several times, you focus as hard as you can on the only
face you can see. It is contorted with anger. His eyes are the palest blue you’ve
ever seen, and remind you of clear summer skies and languorous lagoons. He’s
not in the red and blue uniform, but in a plain grey hoodie, a white shirt and a pair of
jeans. But you would recognize that face anywhere.
You croak weakly. “How was Russia?”
He answers wryly. “I prefer a warmer climate.”
kneels, you hear the tinkle of metal being ripped apart, and your hands and
legs are free. It’s difficult to move; fatigue has added weight to each of your
limbs and your eyelids feel as if they’ve been replaced with sandpaper. Captain
America helps you sit up, draping his hoodie over your shoulders.
collar now. Okay?” He offers you a calm and steady smile, his eyes warm and
kind. “One, two –”
as a flash, he grasps at the collar around your neck. Your fingers dig into
your palms, gouging crescent shaped marks into soft flesh. Bracing yourself for
an electric shock, you nod tersely, and he breaks it apart with his bare hands.
You exhale in relief, smiling faintly and wanly at him.
getting out of here, (Y/n),” Captain America says, smoothing back soaked and
matted hair away from your forehead. “Everyone’s waiting in the jet.”
unable to support your own weight; he has to half-carry, half-drag you for several
paces at your insistence that you can walk. When what little strength you have
drains out of you, you crumple into a heap on the floor. He gives up the
charade of allowing you to walk on your own and unceremoniously lifts you up
off the floor and into his arms, as if you weigh nothing more than a feather.
Your head lolls against his chest as he carries you out of your cell. An alarm erupts, screeching
through the empty room.
was mean to him,” You confess groggily, your voice strained. “Very, very mean.”
That kid with the webs?” Captain America bends down, and rips a badge off the
neck of an unconscious guard. “The one from Queens?”
called Peter Parker,” You confirm, tears springing into your eyes. “He’s got
the warmest brown eyes, and the nicest brown hair. He’s funny, he’s smart, he’s
nice. He always got picked on by Flash Thompson, but Peter never let Flash bully me. He’s – well, was – my best friend.”
sorry,” Captain America apologises, the pain naked in his voice. “I shouldn’t
have gotten you involved in this. Tony
shouldn’t have –”
close your eyes on a pained sigh. “Tony Stark is responsible for many things.
But he didn’t make me shove Peter out a
window, or into a concrete wall. I did those. Me. I’m a horrible person.”
America uses the badge to open the door to the hallway. The two of you enter a
long, narrow, passage that you’re relieved to find is empty. Maybe he’s
disabled all the guards already. You can only hope. You’re tired of fighting,
of having to use your powers. All you want to do is curl up in a ball and fall
me, I’ve seen a lot of horrible people. You’re not one of them.”
doesn’t make you feel any better. You close your eyes against the pounding in
your head. “I said I hated him. I hurt him, really bad. Peter hates me now.” And I don’t blame him.
the hall. Around a corner. Another hall, another corner. In the stairwell, your
breathing and footsteps echo off the walls. But these are the only sounds. No
one is following the two of you. Others will be here soon, though. You’re
certain the alarm’s already been reported to Ross, wherever that monster is.
pained groan slips past your lips as Captain America carries you up, up the
steps. As fatigued as you are, as undernourished, as wounded, your trembling
seems to magnify with every new inch of ground the two of you gain. He opens
the door to the landing pad, and you see the jet you’d helped to hijack sitting
right in the middle of it.
dark outside. Frigid air envelopes you, worse because you’re in thin prison
clothes, with only a hoodie draped over your skinny frame. The cold sea breeze whips
hair around your face, and, you think, slices at your skin. You huddle closer
to Captain America, exhaustion glazing your moon-soaked features.
on,” Captain America says pleadingly, and you hear the worry in his voice as he
practically sprints for the jet. “There’s a first aid kit in the jet. You’re going to be fine.”
yanks the door closed as soon as the two of you are on the jet, strapped in and
ready to go. Without a hitch, you’re shooting across the dark sky. Bucky turns,
sympathy written in his eyes. He’s been through some horrible things, too. Wanda
is curled up by Clint’s side, her face gaunt and her eyes closed. Scott’s
already asleep, snoring like a jackhammer in the seat by the window.
if he hates me?” A sob escapes you, a testament to the still-fraying rope
holding back your emotions. It won’t last much longer now. “Peter hates me, I hate me, I’m –”
do you want to know what I think?” Captain America asks kindly, kneeling down
to look into your red-rimmed eyes, brimming with tears. He clasps your hands in
his. It feels as though you’re holding the full blazing sun in your small
palms, his so hot and yours so cold. “I have heard nothing but positives about
Peter Parker. If this guy is as good a person as you seem to think he is, then
I’m willing to bet he’ll forgive you when you apologize.”
chin trembles, a fresh round of tears threatening to fall. You lean forwards,
pressing your face into his shoulder, and there is a sudden, hollow silence.
Que tudo seja muito, muito leve e simples. Que a gente veja beleza até mesmo nos momentos de dificuldade. Que a gente até se deixe abater algumas vezes, mas que a gente se permita levantar em todas elas.
Formally introducing the other recent addition to my team, Dany, the female harris hawk :)
Dany was originally used as a falconry bird to hunt jack rabbits, but was transferred over to abatement earlier this year where she specialized in seagull control. She joined my team a couple weeks ago and is now learning how to navigate the busy city life. It’s a lot to adjust to, and she’s still a little wary in large crowds, but overall she’s doing great and is a really helpful teammate. She has a much more laid-back attitude than Riley and doesn’t go off an adventures nearly as much. It’s a nice change of pace! But thanks to her falconry background, she still has that killer instinct and demands respect from all our feathered foes.