It’s well known that Deadpool speaks in yellow word balloons instead of the regular white ones and that’s because his voice sounds weird. I found these references and apparently he has a “raspy, gravelly voice“.
Summary: As the weapons and tech member of the Avengers Y/N stays at the compound. When the team leaves to take out a Hydra base they find out it was a distraction set up by Hydra to infiltrate the compound and take Y/N.
A/N: This was requested by @borderline-person a while back. Sorry it took me so long to finish writing it, you can blame my writer’s block for that, and I hope you like it.
Request: It’s a steve x reader, where reader is an amazing techy/weapon agent that helps the avengers during missions behind the computers, one mission the avengers are raising a hydra base but turns out to be a decoy/distraction cos hydra just really wants to kidnap the reader for her skills and the avengers are super worried especially steve but when they got back they found out the reader fought all the enemies and they are suprised that she is great at fighting too, sorry if you found it weird haha, it’s up to you how you wanna go from this and thank you so much!!!
“Everything is looking good on this end,”
I tell the team as I scan the monitors in front of me.
“Are you sure this is the place Fury told
you about,” Nat asked.
“Yes,” I frown. “Why?”
“Something doesn’t feel right,” Steve
“Tony is your suit glitching,” I ask
looking at the monitor that showed me a feed coming from his suit.
“No,” Tony said.
“I don’t get it,” I say as my fingers flew
across the keyboard in front of me. “There seems to be no heat signatures
coming from inside the building.”
“I’m getting the same thing,” Sam said
and I turned to look at the monitor showing me Red Wing’s feed.
“Guys stay on your toes,” I tell them.
“I’m going to get Fury on the line.”
“Y/N,” Fury answers.
“Fury, where did your source get the coordinates
to the hydra base you sent me,” I ask him.
“What coordinates,” he asked.
“The ones you sent me this morning.”
“I never sent you any coordinates,” he
said making me worry.
“Fury, I’m going to have to call you
back,” I say ending the call.
I pull up the message I had received that
morning. I quickly run a tracer on the message and let out a few curse when I
“Guy’s,” I say slowly. “That message
didn’t come from Fury.”
Deadpool’s whipping boy (Weasel), his pet (Bob the Hydra Agent), and his mother figure/roommate/kidnap victim (Blind Al). Or I suppose you could also call them Deadpool’s friends.
Weasel and Bob are adorable when they interact. Bob usually clings to Deadpool when he’s scared, but if Weasel is around Bob never leaves his side, and what makes it extra adorable is that Weasel doesn’t mind. He lets Bob follow him around, cling and hug him when he’s scared without pushing him away or even commenting on it.
Bob is the tallest and buffest of the group, but it’s never mentioned and somehow I’m having a hard time imagining him working out. We’ve seen him in a wifebeater though, so we know it isn’t part of his Hydra uniform.
And finally, I got the distinct impression Blind Al and Weasel were fucking each other behind Deadpool’s back in the movie, and you cannot convince me otherwise.
do you no longer talk about the way you mashed up popular books to create red queen for the money??? is it in the past???? and how you used to talk shit about other aspiring authors in the genre? you used to talk mad shit too.. about how they sucked and publishing was so much easier than what they made it out to be
I forgot that no one has ever been inspired by another book ever (of course I talk about mash-ups still, I pitch RQ as Hunger Games meets Game of Thrones meets X-Men all the time, it’s an easy shorthand, it’s how you pitch and talk about projects).
Please point out where I’ve talked shit (seriously, I’d like to rectify).
You’re right, publishing is sooooo easy (of course it isn’t, I talk all the time about the ups and downs of this job. Do I talk about how it’s easier to get your work in front of an agent in lit than it is in film/tv? Yes, because that’s a fact. Lit agents have open emails and they read blind queries. Entertainment agents usually don’t read things unsolicited. I’m sorry you misinterpreted this).
And baby, if I was pursuing a career just for the money, I sure as shit wouldn’t have chosen to go into creative writing.
I’m so tired of people using the interrogation scene in SNAFU as an argument about any of the male characters. Whatever the men of the SSR thought about Peggy beforehand, at that point she is a hostile target for interrogation. These men are good at their jobs, and they know her experience in the field makes her a hard target to interrogation. Probably every step of their combined approach was planned before they even stepped in the room.
TL; DR: Um guys, these are spies and therefore not everything they say is rooted in truth… you have to take everything the characters say with a grain of salt, ESPECIALLY in interrogation.
Interrogation in general is really difficult–its hard to convince someone to tell you something when they have reasons against doing so. Generally it’s accomplished by either finding leverage/ something the target wants and is willing to trade, or its about manipulating their emotions. Keeping a target off balance makes that easier, and that’s clearly what they are trying to do to Peggy.
Dooley pays her compliments. Whatever he thinks of her work until that point, or her ability as a woman to do it, he’s realized she wants to be of use, that she values her own skills. So he gives her the approval she’s been looking for, trying to soften her up. It doesn’t work because it’s too little too late.
Jack plays the good cop. He goes soft. Peggy doesn’t expect this – it isn’t his strong suit – she challenges him to go ahead and hit her. He doesn’t do that. he talks about how she saved his life, how he knows she’s a good person, absolves her of any guilt. He tries to build rapport while she’s off balance. It doesn’t work because Peggy interprets this as sexist: he won’t hit her because he’s a woman. I don’t think he wants to hit her but that isn’t why he avoids it.
Daniel is the bad cop. Why? Because she wouldn’t expect that from him either. He did refuse to shoot her, watched her walk away with puppy dog eyes. His insults are purposeful, not him working out his feelings but trying to push her off balance, provide a contrast to Jack’s good cop. Yeah, he brings up Howard in a sexual context but he also brings up Krzeminski’s death. Maybe he has a few personal feelings about these topics but he’s also realized something important about Peggy: she treasures her personal relationships. He doesn’t accuse her of killing Krzeminski because he thinks she’s done it - he does it because knows accusing her of killing a coworker will insult her. Just like he knows implying she’s only helping Howard because they’re screwing will also insult her. He’s probably worried about it somewhere in the back of his head, but that’s not why he says it. Insulting someone is a classic interrogation technique to make them defend their actions, and spill something truthful in the process.
(Also he’s coming off a failed interrogation where he tried to build rapport with the bum and Jack swooped in and bribed him instead. Of course Daniel would want to try something he sees as more effective.)
The pedestal/whore comment again is Peggy’s POV; her reaction to Daniel’s comments. She has similar reactions for the other men. There’s a bit of truth to all of them in her eyes but she’s also lashing out. After all, she also accuses Daniel of turning her in because he wants the glory and the accomplishment and we know neither of those things are true – he’s doing it because he believes it to be the right thing.
The interrogation is successful to the point where they get her off balanced and angry; but it fails because they have no idea how much rage Peggy actually has. She’s interrogated people - she should totally understand how they are trying to manipulate her - but they wind her up anyway, to the point where nothing productive comes out of the interrogation. Even though she wants to tell them about Dottie. It’s not until she gets time to cool off and realizes something bad is imminent that she manages to tell them what they need to hear.
Later, when Peggy spills her guts Sousa asks her why she didn’t tell them. He means why didn’t you tell me? He is the most personally hurt but I think it’s because they were actually friends. It’s not because he felt entitled to her interest or is mad that he didn’t get it: Sousa in S1 doesn’t actually believe he would get those either way. She responds with the “no one looks at me” line, and he looks shocked at this. You can see him replaying all their interactions in his head.
The really interesting thing is the parallel between the two of them. They were both running their own investigation. Sousa more openly - he shared much of it with Peggy - but it’s still a splinter from the main investigation. I am sure her “no one looks at me” comment makes him reconsider why he didn’t notice sooner. I just don’t know if he honestly 1) underestimated her for sexist or other reasons or 2) just assumed she would share because they’re friends, the way he does with her.
The fact that we’re still arguing about this scene a year later obviously means there was a lot of nuance in it; we’re all getting different things out of it too, which is interesting. But c’mon, don’t forget these people are spies. There are reasons above and beyond character that things go down the way they do, and those shouldn’t be ignored.
A/N: I’ve been thinking this shit through all day. I’m so proud of how this turned out and it’s definitely one of my favorites. So ENJOY MY DUDES. I was gonna put this in my queue, but you know, I was easily persuaded.
The bright light blinded the agent as he slowly opened his eyes. A light was swinging above his head. Pride couldn’t understand why the light was so bright. He looked around, his eyes adjusting to the light. The room he was being held in was small.
Pride’s heart stopped when he saw you across the room, slumped forward in a chair. Your arms were covered in a mixture of sweat and blood. He saw your body slowly rising and falling and he was relieved that you were still alive. The room seemed much larger now. You were so far away from him.
When the metal door swung open, Pride’s head snapped up in attention. He tried to get out of his chair, but that’s when he realized that he wasn’t going anywhere. He was tied to the chair, his hands and feet tightly bound together.
“Alright [Y/N] let’s try this again,” the man spoke as he approached you. He grabbed a fist full of your hair and yanked your head up. You let out a small groan, breathing heavily.
“Don’t you lay one more finger on her,” Pride shouted angrily. “Who are you? Why are we here?” Pride wanted the masked man to look at him. He wanted to take attention away from you and put it on him.
I can just imagine after Kallus joins the Ghost crew but before Ezra fully trusts him he’s complaining about him to Kanan and doesn’t realize Kallus is right behind him and Kanan of course can’t see him and eventually Ezra snaps,
“Why do we have to keep Muttonchops on board with us?”
And in a deadpan voice Kallus just says, “That’s Mr. Muttonchops to you Jabba.”
Bonus: “Kanan why didn’t you tell me he wa-…never mind.”
so Paranatural dumped a bunch of mysterious bullshit on us and I’m kinda freaking out
let’s take this from the top
monsters, presumably of a more physical variety than the usual spirits and ghosts - possibly including the dogs from chapter 4
AND THEY USED TO BE HUMAN????
corrupted by what? Three diamonds fusing into one really fucking huge diamond in Earth’s atmosphere and singing really badly? wearing out soul gems and becoming witches? staring into the void until the void stares back????
Then we’ve got Spender’s secrets, which we still don’t have any new info on
Then we’ve got “the disappearance of the Doctors Burger”. Assuming there’s not meant to be an apostrophe there, and that aliens aren’t stealing hamburgers for some weird reason (no matter what Yasuhiro Hagakure says), we have some interesting implications. We know a character with the surname Burger. Who happens to be living in a house owned by a family called the Guerras, despite not sharing their last name. HMMM.
What I’m getting here is that Ed’s parents were both doctors, and also were both spectral. They disappeared without a trace, so Grandpa Guerra, who probably is the one who trained Dr. Burger and Dr. Burger in the first place, took in Ed and gave him a home to live in and a table to eat at. Isabel gets an adopted little brother out of the deal, too. I think this is all obvious, but I’m writing it down anyways to help myself think.
THEN we have Mayview’s ghost and spirit population. Max has wondered in the past why the Earth isn’t covered in the ghosts of bugs. But even the seemingly small amount of ghosts in Mayview when compared to the living things that once lived there is abnormal. Why? Maybe Mayview is a hotspot for gruesome deaths? Not that that would explain the spirits, just the ghosts…
And finally, we arrive at…”the incident”, which took place 13 years ago. It involved supernatural phenomena, but this phenomena wasn’t your usual supernatural BS. It was something so far out of the ordinary that the Consortium, an organization that literally revolves around knowing supernatural shit, has labeled it “unexplained” and left it like that. Did it involve the Goddess that Doorman worships and that Forge seeks? (Probably.) Was it related to Lucifer fishing a teenage Rick Spender out of a lake, which is stated to have also happened 13 years ago? (Almost definitively.)
And Agent Day is here to investigate the “hidden truth”. And she sees no reason to play I-know-that-you-know-that-I-know mind games with Dr. Zarei, which is a very refreshing frankness.
Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.
Author’s Notes: Bucky’s back, but for how long? Tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/removed.
For all of its strength that was built upon blind loyalty –
H.Y.D.R.A. agents were typically not the greatest advisories when faced by an
Avenger. Steve, Tony, and Nat made quick work of the guards on the first floor
as I hacked into their security archives. As I typed furiously I heard movement
from behind me – without thinking I pulled my gun and quickly spun around.
“Easy there, Tiger!” Tony said sardonically as he raised
his hands in the air.
“Well…. Steve did tell me to be on my guard,” I added
sourly as I turned back around.
“Have you found what you’re looking for yet?” Tony asked
impatiently as he hovered behind my shoulder.
“I’m almost there,” I added as I hit one final key.
Suddenly the screen was filled with a live video feed of Bucky. My hand reached
out instinctively to touch the screen. “Steve,” I called hoarsely.
“What is it Y/N?” He asked breathlessly as he rushed into
“I found him. I found Bucky,” I muttered softly.
“Tony?” Steve asked.
“Already on it. I’ve scanned the building – if you and Y/N
go over there you won’t be seen by incoming hostiles. Once we have lured them
in you can sneak behind them and get downstairs to Barnes,” Tony pointed to a
shadowy hall as he spoke.
I began to follow Steve out the door before I stopped for
a moment and turned to look at Tony. “Tony?”
“How do you plan on drawing them out?” I asked nervously.
Tony grinned slyly. “Oh you just
leave that all to me.”
I wasn’t sure exactly how Tony managed to pull it off but
he did it brilliantly. He was certainly the flame that attracted and burned up
most of the H.Y.D.R.A. guards. During the chaos Steve and I slipped through
“Which way?” Steve whispered as we slowed to a halt. We
had made it down six flights of stairs and were standing in a narrow hallway. As
I looked down both ends of the hall– trying to remember the relation of the
room to its surroundings – a bloodcurdling scream echoed from our left. I had
heard that scream before – every night for the last two months when I had
drifted to sleep.
“Bucky,” I muttered under my breath as I broke into a dead
sprint down the hall.
“Y/N!” Steve whispered violently behind him.
I had been trained for events like these – but my training
and rationale were thrown aside. All I wanted was to stop the cause of Bucky’s
screaming. I had to – it was pure instinct that drove me to find him. I was so
distracted that I was surprised when a thick metal door slid closed behind me,
effectively blocking Steve’s entrance into the room. Of course, it certainly
shouldn’t have surprised me when a fist met with the back of my skull causing
me to crumple unconscious on the floor.
I awoke to a sharp kick in my ribs which knocked the
breath out of me. “Wake up,” a thickly accented male voice demanded. My sharp
intake of breath certainly didn’t help the throbbing pain in my side. Heavy
footsteps trailed off into the distance as I began to become more conscious of
my surroundings. My head was throbbing– luckily nothing felt broken, but it
hurt like a son of a bitch. As I lifted my head away from the floor I could
feel my matted hair gently tug at my scalp – it had stuck to the dirty floor
with the blood that had oozed from my injury. I slowly lowered my head back to
the floor – my body felt limp. As I tried to raise my hands to brush away the
hair that had fallen into my face I felt the cut of cold metal against my
Panic set in.
I slowly opened my eyes and blinked to try to clear the
blurry images before me. Once my vision had cleared I met the gaze of crystal blue
eyes that I knew all too well.
“Bucky,” I whispered hoarsely.
And it was him – under the dark black, and purple bruises.
He looked unblinkingly at me – his chest heaving with exertion as sweat trickled
down his brow. They had beaten him severely since they had brought him here.
Blood had crusted in different areas of his face and head from cuts that he had
no doubt received while he was struggling against his captors. The room fell
into silence as I watched his chest rise and fall – his eyes never leaving my
face. He was bound using some sort of contraption I had never seen before – no doubt
because of his incredible strength.
I shifted uncomfortably on the floor. I had wished for
this moment for months – now the weight of his stare was too much for me to
bear. I closed my eyes and sighed. In the back of my mind I silently hoped that
Steve, Tony, and Nat were on the other side of whatever door had been sealed –
trying to get us out.
A few minutes had passed in silence and I was once again
teetering on the edge of consciousness when he finally spoke. “Y/N?” he asked
timidly. The sound of his voice, which I had missed for so long, cut into me
like a razorblade. I opened my eyes to look at his face which was etched with
worry under its many bruises. I opened my mouth to respond, but was cut short
as a stocky man in his late forties to early fifties strolled into the room
from a door on the opposite end of where I had entered the room. I could tell
by the sound of his boots that he had been the individual that had gifted me
with throbbing ribs. As he neared Bucky’s body language changed and his facial
expression grew fierce. A sense of dread slowly crept over me as I realized
that this man had been the one to make Bucky scream.
“Well… well. I had assured Sargent Barnes that you would
eventually join us. I’m glad you proved me right,” he said with a smirk as he
dragged me to my feet by my arms. I grimaced at the pain in my arm which he
seemed to immediately catch on to. “Ah – my dear. Have you been injured?” he
asked curiously as he roughly squeezed my arm. I bit on the inside of my cheek
to prevent myself form reacting until he finally flung me in a chair directly
across from Bucky. My arm, side, and head were throbbing as the salty metallic taste
of blood filled my mouth. I stared at the man without speaking.
He chuckled as he shook his head and looked over at Bucky.
I diverted my eyes to Bucky’s— silently asking what our next move was. He
stared unseeingly in my direction. And I suddenly realized there was a very
real possibility that the torture he had undoubtedly endured probably included
H.Y.D.R.A. trying to tap into the dark recesses of his mind where the Winter
Soldier still lingered – and the thought absolutely terrified me.
The man had been prattling on as I watched Bucky’s every
move. When he turned to look at me and realized I was only paying attention to
Bucky he punched him squarely in the side. Causing Bucky to wince in pain. I
adjusted my gaze to the man and hissed, “You don’t get it do you? Regardless of
what you do… you’ve already lost. It’s only a matter of time.”
The man chuckled and shook his head. “Oh my dear, you
haven’t been paying attention I’m afraid. This is all part of H.Y.D.R.A.’s plan.
I never intended to leave this facility.”
This revelation unsettled me. I shifted uncomfortably in
my chair as I looked at him. He caught my sudden understanding and grinned
wickedly. “I heard that you met one of my associates… well met and murdered
him,” he paused as he looked at me. Bucky shifted at this revelation – breaking
his glassy stare to divert his gaze to his feet. I remained silent – staring only
at Bucky. “Listen – I assume we don’t have much time together. I had hoped that
Captain Rogers had been less pragmatic on rescuing his dear friend, but it
seemed that your recovery took precedent. I had hoped to draw this all out but
time is of the essence,” he smirked. At his mention of Steve Bucky had turned
his gaze back to me. I was finding it increasingly difficult to read the very
slight emotions that played across his face.
I pulled my gaze away from Bucky and looked at the man. “Whatever
you have to say… I already know. I know it all. You can’t hurt me,” I said
vehemently. My response caused him to lapse into silence for a moment and I seized
the opportunity. I turned to Bucky and looked at him earnestly. “Bucky, I don’t
need to forgive you because there’s nothing to forgive.” His face crumpled in
pain. It was as if I had stabbed him. I swallowed hard as I blinked back tears –
this was the exact reaction I had worried about.
“Ah,” the man said amusingly. “You see Sargent Barnes and
I had a little heart to heart before you got here, and there may be a few
things you don’t know about him that will change your mind.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but the look on Bucky’s face
made my breath catch in my throat. I suddenly realized what the man had been
eluding to when he had explained that he had no intention of leaving the
I closed my eyes and readied myself for what would happen
Hey, remember that post you made about Anakin and Blind Guardian's Wheel of Time? It got me listening to that specific album, and the song Curse My Name made me think a lot about Double Agent Vader and about the Rebellion in general. Could you listen to it and let us know your thoughts?
Friend you underestimate my love of Blind Guardian. ;)
Quite a lot of songs on that album are good fits for Star Wars AUs, actually, but yeah: Curse My Name is great. You know I’m always here for No Kings No Masters songs. This one seems particularly appropriate for the final Skywalker / Palpatine showdown fight.