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Is it wrong to identify as both Bisexual and Asexual?

Is it wrong to identify as both Bisexual and Asexual? Because most of the time, I don’t really feel a need or want for sex. But when I do, I see it with both genders(moreso with female)…but like, is it wrong to identify as two things simultaneously? Should I say I’m on the asexual spectrum? Or the bisexual spectrum? Or what? Like is there something to explain to me why I like to fantasize about sex but once it’s actually happening, I don’t like it? Once we get past kissing and touching and it goes into actual sex, I don’t like it. I don’t enjoy it… what is that? Is it sexually fluid? Is it partially both? What. Is. This.

cnn.com
US drops largest non-nuclear bomb in Afghanistan
The US military has dropped an enormous bomb in Afghanistan, according to four US military officials with direct knowledge of the mission.
By Barbara Starr and Ryan Browne, CNN

The US military has dropped an enormous bomb in Afghanistan, according to four US military officials with direct knowledge of the mission.

A GBU-43/B Massive Ordnance Air Blast Bomb, nicknamed MOAB, was dropped at 7 p.m. local time Thursday, the sources said.

The MOAB is also known as the “mother of all bombs.” A MOAB is a 21,600-pound, GPS-guided munition that is America’s most powerful non-nuclear bomb.

The bomb was dropped by an MC-130 aircraft, operated by Air Force Special Operations Command, according to the military sources.

They said the target was ISIS tunnels and personnel in the Achin district of the Nangarhar province.

The military is currently assessing the damage. Gen. John Nicholson, commander of US forces in Afghanistan, signed off on the use of the bomb, according to the sources.

This is the first time a MOAB has been used in the battlefield, according to the US officials. This munition was developed during the Iraq War.

Cup of Tea

I wrote this, like so much of what I have backlogged, a little over a month ago. It was largely inspired by the filth @inkedferns and I spew at each other, much of which happens when we don’t even have the excuse of being intoxicated. I wasn’t going to post it just yet, especially not so soon after It’s About Chances, but I was feeling #thirsty today, so…. It’s… it’s PWP. There’s no purpose. Just smut. x. 

Warnings: Daddy!Kink. Explicit. It’s not the most hardcore daddy!kink ever written, but there’s no beating around the bush. So, if it isn’t your cup of tea (Harry’s not the only one with jokes), you might want to skip out. 

There’s also spankings, and there’s a reason I have a “rings on please” tag”. This was the chicken to the egg.

You don’t try to piss Harry off very much. You love your happy, smiley, doting boyfriend. He’d been absolutely thrilled when he said the next stop on the tour was near you (relatively speaking) and you offered to fly to see him. You’re not sure you’ll ever forget how he’d hugged you so tightly he’d lifted you inches from the floor in the airport, and you’d been hoping to hold onto that version of him.

The thing is, he’s not even looking up from his phone. You’re in his suite in his hotel – a beautiful suite in a beautiful hotel – and he’s not even looking at you. He’s lounging in his chair at the breakfast table, still in his pajamas of a t-shirt and boxers with you adjacent to him, snickering and snorting as he scrolls through text messages and Twitter and tries to find the perfect, one line, corny as all hell joke that will fit inside of 140 characters. His social media accounts have become art for him – fitting The Aesthetic Trend very neatly – and it amuses him to curate them so carefully.

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anonymous asked:

Python being adorkable and affectionate with Ava please. I needs this, there's so little him and jfjsojfjs (dying). Thanks so much!! :D

(Want to change the name? Use this!)

You weren’t entirely sure what to think when you felt Python’s arms around your waist, much less when his chin rested on your shoulder and planted plenty of face-warming kisses along your skin.

In fact, you were so shocked you erupted in a fit of giggles and tried desperately to get away from the shower of affection. That only spurred him on, more.

“P-Python! What are you doing in here? This is my tent!!” You gasped between giggles. Python grunted, leaning up to press another kiss to your cheek.

“I’m not allowed to come visit my lady when I miss her?” He mused, “I can’t help it if I’m feeling lonely. You’re always ditching me to work with Lukas or Alm or some other Deliverance loser. What’s a guy gotta do to spend some time with his kickass lady?”

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Sing it Out

Elias Samson/Reader
645 words; Fluff with implied smut

-

The Drifter’s been hanging around backstage for weeks now, mostly, as far as you can tell, just looking vaguely mournful and getting in everyone’s way. And you’re not in the mood for any bullshit tonight, not with two of the lighting technicians out with food poisoning and at least one crate of equipment having seemingly gone missing. Which is why you don’t pay any attention when he starts up with the guitar.

“A pretty girl / She walks on by / I see her now / She’s caught my eye,” he croons, and the lyrics barely even register with you, but he goes on, singing, “Oh pretty girl / Please stop and stay / Oh pretty girl / Don’t go away.”

And what the actual fuck, you think, is that even meant for you? You glance across at him, and he doesn’t exactly smile, but he gives you a wistful, almost pained look and yeah, that’s really weird. But you don’t have even a second to spare, so you move on, not giving it another thought.

-

But next event, he’s there again. And tonight when you walk past him, he stands up, following along behind you. “My heart is breakin’ / My body’s achin’ / This girl is of my dreams / But she won’t talk to me.”

You turn, walking backward a few steps, and say, exasperated, “That doesn’t even rhyme.”

This time he does smile at you. “I’m but a simple man / I sing a simple song / Sometimes I make it up / Just as I go along.”

And you have to laugh, because that actually is almost kind of cute. You shake your head, waving back over your shoulder at him as you stride off.

-

A few nights later, you tell yourself you’re not looking out for him, because he’s way more annoying than he is charming, but you can’t stop yourself from smiling when you finally stumble across him backstage. You stand in front of him, giving him a questioning, expectant look, and he doesn’t disappoint.

“I think the lady thaws,” he sings, “I think she wants some more / The Drifter’s songs beguile / She might just stay awhile.”

He looks far more pleased with himself than, in your opinion, he has any right to, but you’re not going to argue. “Do you actually talk?” you ask.

“I do,” he replies.

“You want to maybe come find me when you’re done tonight?”

He starts to strum his guitar, opening his mouth to sing, but you put your hand on the neck of the instrument, fingers across the strings, silencing them, and he stops. “Yeah,” he says. “I’d like that.”

“Good,” you tell him. “I’ll see you then.”

-

And it seems that singing is the least of the Drifter’s skills, because some hours later you’re lying naked on the bed in your hotel room and you’re feeling pretty damn good.

Sadly, however, the guitar has also joined you. Though you really can’t complain, because Elias wearing nothing but said guitar is actually very, very hot. But apparently it’s time for another song, so you sit up, mentally bracing yourself and waiting.

“My head’s all in a spin / I think I might be fallin’ / This girl she’s drawn me in / Her name my heart is callin’.”

He strums out a few more chords, and you take a deep breath. “Put that thing on the floor,” you sing, and perhaps it’s more of a warble, but you do your best, “come here and do me more.”

He stops playing, laughing in surprise. “I mean it,” you say. “Get over here.”

And for a second you think he’s going to start up again, but instead he lays the guitar carefully down beside the bed, then moves up, settling over you. “Good choice,” you say, and he grins, leaning in to kiss you.

New Employee

Stu couldn’t help but complain on social media about losing his recent job. Sure the main reason he had lost it was because of being on social media, but he didn’t care. Others needed to know his pain and how unfairly he was treated. It was his job to tell them how awful of a place he was at. The problem was he still needed a job. There were bills coming up and he didn’t have as much money saved up as he needed.

He shrugged it off though. His optimistic side shined through. “I’ve had plenty of interviews. I’ll know exactly what I need to say when I get the interview.” However apparently he didn’t even need to apply this time. One of his former high school friends had already posted on his feed.

‘Hey. Sorry about the bad news. Why don’t you come by tomorrow and we can work something out.’ It was Johnathon. He hadn’t seen him in ages. Honestly thinking about it he didn’t even know why they were friends. Johnathon wasn’t like a bully or anything but he was far more of a jock than a loser.

Besides, Stu wasn’t someone who looked a gift horse in the mouth. He instantly typed back asking for the address. Plus, maybe now he could use some kind of friend points to help him not get fired. “It’s always harder to fire ‘friends,’” Stu smiled devilishly as he closed down the tabs.

The next morning he woke up bright and early. It was way earlier than he was used to but he had to make a good first impression. That’s how you get on their good side. Then you start showing up 5-10 minutes late; slowly taking advantage of the system.

He arrived right on time and saw the mountain of a man standing in front of him. “Ahh you made it!” Johnathon said. He walked over to Stu and wrapped his huge arm around the smaller man’s shoulder. Johnathon was so much taller than Stu remembered. For some reason he thought he was some scrawny little rich kid.

“Sure did,” Stu was starting to wonder if this was the right thing to do. Maybe he should just leave now. However Johnathon wasn’t going to give him the chance. He was already leading him over to the construction equipment. Stu tried to speak up but Johnathon was talking so much that he didn’t have a chance to say anything. He seemed so proud to show Stu what he’d be doing.

In a wheel barrel sat several bags of concrete. “You’ll be moving these,” Johnathon said. “The other guys will put it down. Then you go back and pick up more.”

Stu just stared blankly. There was no way in hell he could move that wheel barrel. It must have weighed over 150 pounds. The damned thing weighed as much as him! He was about to interject when a thought came to him. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re complaining about? This ain’t too heavy.’

It caught Stu off guard. ‘Of course it’s too…’

‘No it ain’t!’ his subconscious shouted back. ‘Quit actin like some pussy ass bitch. You lift shit like this every day. This ain’t nuthin!’

Stu looked himself over. His body was feeling warm. Something seemed to be changing but he couldn’t tell what it was. Something just felt different. ‘But…’

‘But nothing! You got a damned job. You’ll do the damned work. That’s what yer meant to do! Quit yer belly achin and get to work!’

Grumbling to himself he reached down and grabbed the wheel barrel. The voice was really pissin him off. Course he could lift the concrete, he just didn’t want to. But then why didn’t he want to? He looked himself over again. Something seemed to be off. His body seemed to growing. With each breath in and out he seemed to be gaining more weight. More muscle packed onto his frame as he stared at the wheel barrel in front of him. His shoulders started rounding out while his arms thickened. He could feel his butt straining against the back of his pants. The muscles in his legs spasmed and grew. There was no way he was ever going to have chicken legs.

‘No!’ he thought to himself, ‘I like video games and doing nothing all day. I don’t want to work!’ However thoughts about him going to the gym and meeting new girls started to fill his mind. There was no way he’d waste so much time playing video games. It felt so much better thinking about a good hard day’s work. There was no way he was going to be some lazy ass sitting on some computer looking at pictures of cat’s all day. He had his own, better method of looking at pussies whenever he wanted.

For some reason his entire body flexed. It was completely uncontrolled. He felt his pants and shirt rip from his body. Without skipping a beat he picked up the wheel barrel and started pushing it. The movement came naturally to him. This job was easy for someone like him.

Johnathon let out a laugh at his friend. “Man, you gotta make sure you buy clothes that fit you. I’m not letting you work in your underwear.”

“Like hell you won’t. Clothes are way too small to fit this perfect fuckin body,” Stu shot back.

“Dude,” Johnathon turned harsh, “Regulations man. I can’t just bypass them just cause you look like a god or something. It’s a safety thing.”

“Pssshh. Whatever,” Stu scoffed. “I’ll do it. I just won’t be ‘appy bout it.”

theguardian.com
'It felt like the heavens were falling': Afghans reel from Moab impact
Locals describe the moment the ‘mother of all bombs’ was dropped, as critics question the wisdom of deploying the weapon
By Sune Engel Rasmussen

After his evening prayers, Mohammad Shahzadah closed the house gates and sat down for dinner. Then the blast came, engulfing the sky in flames and sending tremors through the ground.

“The earth felt like a boat in a storm,” Shahzadah said. “I thought my house was being bombed. Last year a drone strike targeted a house next to mine, but this time it felt like the heavens were falling. The children and women were very scared.”

The US dropped its largest non-nuclear bomb ever used in combat on eastern Afghanistan on Thursday in another dramatic show of military force by the Trump administration.

The GBU-43/B, colloquially known as the “mother of all bombs” or Moab, targeted tunnels and bunkers in Achin district in Nangarhar province, built by fighters loyal to Islamic State who also kept prisoners there.

A GPS-guided demolition bomb with an explosive yield equivalent to 11 tonnes of TNT, it explodes above ground with a radius of more than a mile.

The bomb was dropped in the mountains close to Moman village in an area called Asadkhel. About 1.5 miles away, in Shaddle Bazar where Shahzadah lives, the impact was palpable.

“My ears were deaf for a while. My windows and doors are broken. There are cracks in the walls,” he said.

“There is no doubt that Isis are brutal and that they have committed atrocities against our people. But I don’t see why the bomb was dropped,” said the mayor of Achin, Naweed Shinwari. “It terrorised our people. My relatives thought the end of the world had come. Every day fighter jets, helicopters and drones are in the area.”

anonymous asked:

Sans and Papyrus end up changing into Blaster mode while at the beach with the others, but they decide to enjoy themselves anyway because they don't want to waste the day.

(okay anon this is less of a drabble and sorta morphed into a quick one-shot. i hope that’s okay)

< …at least wait until your joints stop achin’, bro, >

A low growl sounded. The blurred image of a large skeletal beast appeared beside him, trying in vain to stand up.

< NO! WE CAME ALL THIS WAY! >

< you just shifted. don’t push it. > A small cloud of sand formed at his sigh. < you’ve seen the pool signs, yeah? no running. >

< THIS IS A BEACH!!! >

Sans chuckled. < you said it, pap. >

Papyrus’ limbs trembled, and he collapsed in the sand with a huff.

Well. This sure was a mess.

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theguardian.com
'It felt like the heavens were falling': Afghans reel from Moab impact
Locals describe the moment the ‘mother of all bombs’ was dropped, as critics question the wisdom of deploying the weapon
By Sune Engel Rasmussen

After his evening prayers, Mohammad Shahzadah closed the house gates and sat down for dinner. Then the blast came, engulfing the sky in flames and sending tremors through the ground.

“The earth felt like a boat in a storm,” Shahzadah said. “I thought my house was being bombed. Last year a drone strike targeted a house next to mine, but this time it felt like the heavens were falling. The children and women were very scared.”

The US dropped its largest non-nuclear bomb ever used in combat on eastern Afghanistan on Thursday in another dramatic show of military force by the Trump administration.

The GBU-43/B, colloquially known as the “mother of all bombs” or Moab, targeted tunnels and bunkers in Achin district in Nangarhar province, built by fighters loyal to Islamic State who also kept prisoners there.

A GPS-guided demolition bomb with an explosive yield equivalent to 11 tonnes of TNT, it explodes above ground with a radius of more than a mile.

The bomb was dropped in the mountains close to Moman village in an area called Asadkhel. About 1.5 miles away, in Shaddle Bazar where Shahzadah lives, the impact was palpable.

“My ears were deaf for a while. My windows and doors are broken. There are cracks in the walls,” he said.

The US military said it had killed 36 militants. The following morning around 9am, fighter jets strafed the area, a local police commander, Baaz Jan, said.

“We don’t know who was killed yesterday or this morning. But there is confusion and fear in the radio chats we are intercepting. There is limited communication among Isis fighters,” he said.

A local security official said they had requested a large strike because fighter jets and drones had failed to the destroy the tunnel complex.

The top US commander in Afghanistan, General John Nicholson, told reporters in Kabul that the decision to drop the bomb was made in Afghanistan, not in Washington, DC. “Since early March, we’ve been conducting offensive operations into southern Nangarhar,” Nicholson said. “However, this was the first time we encountered an extensive obstacle to our progress.”

Some observers, however, questioned the necessity of deploying a weapon of that scale against a group whose estimated 600 to 800 fighters pose only a limited threat to the Afghan state.

“There is no doubt that Isis are brutal and that they have committed atrocities against our people. But I don’t see why the bomb was dropped,” said the mayor of Achin, Naweed Shinwari. “It terrorised our people. My relatives thought the end of the world had come. Every day fighter jets, helicopters and drones are in the area.”

The US had sustained an air campaign to eradicate Isis in eastern Afghanistan for more than a year, and according to Borhan Osman, an Isis expert with the Afghanistan Analysts Network, it had already been effective.

“Isis was on the brink of losing their stronghold. It didn’t seem like there was a need for such a dramatic military measure,” he said.

Western security reports show that two days of regular airstrikes from 7 to 9 April killed 58 Isis militants.

“The greater threat to the government is the Taliban, but the US is fixated on this minor splinter group because, unlike the Taliban, the Isis group wants to destabilize the region,” said a western diplomat.

He speculated that the US was trying to send a message to countries in the region “that we’re all fighting the same enemy together”, but said the attack could erode US prestige among its allies.

“A basic tenet of international humanitarian law is the principle of distinction. You’re supposed to know what you’re hitting, and it’s not clear that any such targeting is possible with the Moab,” he said.

If the intention was to “shock and awe” Isis fighters and deter recruitment, Osman said he doubted it would be effective.

“Making such big news out of a small organisation, and countering this threat with such a huge measure could indeed make them look more attractive. One of the grounds on which Isis is building its recruitment drive is to say they are fighting the big enemy, the Americans.

“The more it can drive them to the battle, the more successful they are in recruiting anti-western radicals,” he said.

In an attempt to mock the US, an official Isis outlet, Khilafah News, distributed photos on the Telegram messaging app shortly after the bombing of its fighters supposedly continuing daily life in Achin.

The Taliban, who are rivals of Isis, condemned the attack, which the group called an act of “terrorism”.

The Kabul government praised the strike, but Afghanistan’s former president Hamid Karzai denounced it, as did Afghanistan’s envoy to Pakistan, Omar Zakhilwal. It was “reprehensible and counterproductive,” Zakhilwal said on Twitter.

Hours before Thursday’s bombing, the top US commander in Afghanistan, Gen John Nicholson, visited Nangarhar with the Afghan president’s national security adviser, minister of defence and intelligence chief.

The strike was closely coordinated with Afghan soldiers and special forces, and tribal elders had been informed to evacuate civilians, the district chief of Achin, Ismail Shinwari, said.

Sanat, a resident of Moman village, said he didn’t think any civilians were left in the area, but an MP from Nangarhar, Esmatullah Shinwari, said locals had told him a teacher and his young son had been killed.

As clearing operations continued into Friday, it was not possible to confirm casualties.

Donald Trump is not the first US president to bring heavy weapons down on Isis in Afghanistan. Last year, under Barack Obama, the US military deployed B-52s, which pack a payload three times greater than the Moab.

Javid Kohistani, a military analyst in Kabul, questioned the wisdom of such measures. “Isis has killed thousands of innocent Iraqis and Syrians. Why are they not dropping the bomb there? Why use it in Nangarhar?” he said.

To eradicate terrorism in Afghanistan, he said, the US should target the source of its finances and support. “The Trump government should put more pressure on Pakistan,” he said.

Nothin' For You
T.S.O.L.
Nothin' For You

Well, my body is achin’ inside out and my nose is always cold
Am I still twenty-four or am I starting to grow old? Am I growin’ old?
Suicide is just a state of mind, not for me, I’ve got places to hide
And day to day, nights are wicked, stealin’ is my way of life
I got to pay my bills today where’d I leave my knife
Say, no, no, no, no
I’ve got nothin’ for you..

bbc.com
US military drops 'mother of all bombs on IS' in Afghanistan - BBC News
The GBU-43 bomb was used for the first time in combat to target an IS tunnel complex, the US says.

The US military has dropped the biggest non-nuclear bomb in its arsenal on an Islamic State group tunnel complex in Afghanistan, the Pentagon says.

The GBU-43 Massive Ordnance Air Blast Bomb (MOAB), known as “the mother of all bombs”, was first tested in 2003, but had not been used before in combat.

The Pentagon confirmed the weapon was dropped from a US aircraft in Nangarhar province.

It follows last week’s death of a US special forces soldier in Afghanistan.

The 21,600lb (9,800kg) bomb was dropped in Achin district on Thursday evening local time, the Pentagon said.

Pentagon: US dropped largest non-nuclear bomb in Afghanistan

WASHINGTON (AP) — The Pentagon says U.S. forces in Afghanistan dropped the military’s largest non-nuclear bomb on an Islamic State target in Afghanistan.

Adam Stump is a Pentagon spokesman. Stump says it was the first-ever combat use of the bomb, known as the GBU-43, which he said contains 11 tons of explosives. The Air Force calls it the Massive Ordnance Air Blast bomb. Based on the acronym, it has been nicknamed the “Mother Of All Bombs.”

Stump says the bomb was dropped on a cave complex believed to be used by IS fighters in the Achin district of Nangarhar province, very close to the border with Pakistan.

In the middle of a mission.
  • Pidge: How do we get passed the guards?
  • Shiro: We have to create a diversion. *looks to Lance*
  • Lance: What do you want me to do, dress in drag and do the hula?!?
  • *drum roll*
  • Lance: Luau! If you're hungry for a hunk of fat and juicy meat
  • Eat my buddy Keith here because he is a treat!
  • Come on down and dine, on this tasty swine,
  • all you have to do is get in line. Are ya achin'?
  • Keith: Yup Yup Yup
  • Lance: For some bacon?
  • Keith: Yup Yup Yup
  • Lance: He's a big pig
  • Keith: Yup Yup
  • Lance: You can be a big pig too! Oy!
  • Hunk: You didn't have to let them do it.
  • Shiro: but I thought it would look funny... it did.

If I had wings like Noah’s dove
I’d fly up the river to the one I love
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

I knew a man, who was long and tall
He moved his body like a cannon ball
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

I remember one night, a drizzling rain
And round my heart I felt an achin’ pain
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

One of these days, it won’t be long
You’ll call my name and I’ll be gone
Fare thee well, oh honey, fare thee well

When I wore my apron low
Couldn’t keep you from my do’
Fare thee well, my honey, fare thee well

Fare thee well

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MOON STONE KURT GETTING READ TO KICK SOME TOOSH!

I’ve had this doodled in my math notebook so i decided to try and give it one a go! It’s a little choppy but i hope you get the gist of how kurt draws his gem weapon! ;u;

Taken

Request: Hey so can u make an imagine where both Bucky and the reader were hydra but they escaped and then the reader got taken again and they wiped her memory so she didn’t remember Bucky?

Word count: 1390

Warnings: Angst, language, torture

A/N: Let me know how you like it.  

You wake up on a cool table, wearing nothing but the leather straps that were tethering you to the table. You knew you were back. You knew that Hydra got you again. Tears welled in your eyes. Your breathing grew ragged. Fear gripped your heart at the thought to what is about to come. They were monsters and now you were in their clutches.

A slam of a door drew you from your thoughts.
“Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Seems to me that our little birdy couldn’t stay away.”

You felt rage like you have never felt before. “Fuck you asshole.”

The man just laughed. “I guess that our little birdy got a mouth on her now.” The look that he gave you made your skin crawl.

He walked around the table and  opened a bag. You knew what was in the bag. He arranged the contents in his preferred order. He picked up a shiny freshly sharpened knife and brought it over to you “Now you should know the drill, but just in case your time away has faded your memories, I’m going to work my magic then send you down the hall to the doctors to take care of those pesky memories of the avengers along with all your other memories. So just relax and we will take real good care of you.”

He brought the knife down to right below your sternum and began to cut along your ribs.

“Where are the avengers?” he ask.

You looked him right in the eye. “Fuck you.”

“We’ll see if you can keep that up little birdy.” he said as he began to cut you already healing wound.

After 4 hours of intense torture you still held your own. The man finally gave up realizing that you wouldn’t budge.

They unstrapped you and dragged you and your naked ass down a corridor where they threw you  in a cell. You don’t remember the last time you cried but when they locked the doors, the dam broke. You wept for yourself because you were back here in this place, a place you swore you would never go back to. You wept for the upcoming torture that would turn you back into a monster like them. You wept for Bucky because you never got to say goodbye and because you both relied so much on each other because you both lost so much to Hydra. You wept for Nat, Tony, Clint, and Steve because you knew the next time they saw you, you wouldn’t be the you that they love. You cried till you could not cry anymore. You sat their in you cold dark cell, waiting for the torture.

Hours passed before anyone came to your cell. They opened the slot and shoved cloths and some bread and water through the opening. Knowing this will be the only set of clothes your going to get for awhile you dressed yourself and ate the bread. You started to think about how you are going to get out of here. You knew that your only window of opportunity was going to be when they were moving you to the chamber where they erase your memories. You were already healed from your torture session (perks of having abilities), so you will be at somewhat full strength. You just had to wait till they come for you.

You don’t know whether it is hours or minutes, but eventually they come for you. You stand up in your cell, getting ready to fight. The guards rushed in with shields pushing you against the wall. Before you knew it you felt a sharp pain in your arm and everything started to go black.

You wake up with a pounding headache. Once you gather your bearings, you realize you are sitting in an all too familiar place. The cool metal chair pressed against your skin. The metal restraints were put on a little too tight.

“Ah, good she is awake.” said a chirpy little voice from the corner of the dark room. Who ever it was walked in front of you. She was wearing a bright blue skirt and a white buttoned down shirt paired with a tan pair of flats and a thin tan belt. She looked so out of place it almost made you want to laugh. Almost. She leaned over with a bright smile on her face and a glint in her eye that made you want to throw up. “I’m gonna put this in you month so you don’t ruin those teeth of yours from gritting them too hard.”

This girl is nuts. You think as she forces the mouth guard into your mouth. She walk back over out of sight and you heard her press some buttons and a m achine around you begins to whirl to life. In that moment your heart clenched. This was the last moments that you are yourself. As the machine lowered it self over your face your breathing become ragged and tears start to form in your eyes. Then all of a sudden, white hot pain binded you.

“Take out this man. People in the past failed to do so, don’t be the same disappointment.” says a man with a thick accent. You nod in compliance taking the folder that revealed a picture of a man with blond hair and blue eyes. You walk onto the jet pulling your mask over your face and your gun slung across your back.

Within the hour you were on the ground neutralizing everything and everyone who got in your way. Your target was fighting his way through a hydra base that was meant to lure him here. You were making your way to where he was when a redhead crossed your path. You raised your gun at her but she swung her leg and kicked it at of you hands. You then threw a punch at her hitting her in the face disorienting her. Then you grabbed her head and pulled it into your knee knocking her out.

You picked up your gun and continued your mission. After about 15 minutes of searching for him, you finally found him. You were walking down the hall when you heard two men talking. You slowed down and hid behind the wall not making your presence known.

“Don’t worry. We are going to find her.” says one voice.

“I just miss her so much. She is apart of me. I can’t lose her.” says the other.

Staying in the shadows you peer around the corner and survey the very large room. It’s just the two men. One of them is your target dressed in blue, the other is dressed in black and his left arm shining in the light. You raise your gun and point at the man dressed in blue. You fire your shot and it hits him in the shoulder and he fell to the ground. The man with the metal arm turns around and reveals his face. He had chin length brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He raised his gun at you and you began to run at him. He fired off two shots, missing both. When you reached him you grab the gun and push up and hit him in the face but he grabs your hair and pulls down then reaches around your neck but you throw your head back hitting him in the nose and he lets go of you. You push yourself off and turn around to face him. He lunges at you and you dodge underneath it but he reaches back and wraps his arms around your head pulling you over his shoulder, knocking your mask off, and you land on you feet facing towards him. The expression on his face was a mix of pain and disbelief.

“No.” he whispered. “Y/N, please remember me.” he begs.

You walk towards him and you throw a punch and he dodges it.

“Please baby. This is not you.” he says tears welling in his eyes. The words just roll off of you.

You are about to attack him again but all of a sudden a ball of red is thrown at you knocking you off your feet. You’re about to get up when another one is thrown at you. Knocking you unconscious.