convergence 2.0


Korra:  Raava, I missed you. Where have you been?
Raava: I have always been inside of you.



Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

A/N: You’ve heard the stories of Bucky and Natasha’s time training together when Bucky’s mind wasn’t his own. It was then that Bucky and Natasha formed an innocent friendship as you were told by them…but it wasn’t as innocent as they led you to believe.

It has been a few weeks since the whole revelation of your pregnancy, Bucky has been more attentive towards your needs along with spending hours on end with Tony and Bruce trying to figure out how Wanda was able to unlock your alter-ego. Wanda and Vision have gone on an excursion of sorts, travelling to the lands of the unknown to try and get some answers about her evolving powers. And Natasha has been overly protective of you, seeing to it that your needs are met, which is highly peculiar for her. Both her and Bucky are giving you more attention than you need or think you deserve and it’s becoming a bit suffocating, but you don’t say anything because you know they mean well.

The nights have been a bit chilly, so it was no surprise when I reached for Bucky instead of a blanket. I often teased him saying the only reason I am with him is to cuddle because of his body heat, which runs a few degrees hotter than most. I opened my eyes and noticed that his side of the bed was empty. I glanced over at the clock, it was a little after three in the morning.

“Nat we can’t keep meeting like this.” 

“Everyone is sleeping.” 

“It doesn’t matter, I have to get back to her.”

“I still love you, Bucky. When Wanda almost killed you I thought I had lost you.”

“Natasha, I’m not yours to lose. I’m hers, I’m completely and irrevocably in love with her. She’s the mother of my child and your best friend.”

“Don’t you think I know that?”

“What do you think this will do to her if she finds out?”

“Please, Bucky.” Nat says as she approaches him.

Her hands held his shoulders and I backed away as she leaned into him.

What did I just see? I thought as I crept slowly to bed.

A few hours later I rose out of a restless sleep I glanced and saw that his side of the bed was still untouched. He didn’t come to bed at all. I made my way to the kitchen and Bruce was sitting at the kitchen island having a cup of something dark and strong.

“Do you want me to pour you a cup?” He asked, placing the paper he was so enthralled in on the table. I shook my head and pointed to my belly, “oh, right.” He says. “How about a cup of tea instead?”

“Thank you.” I say sitting opposite him on the island. I watched his movements, slow but meticulous as he made a cup of tea and placed a plate with a boston cream donut in front of me.

“Good morning.” Nat sang as she made her way into the kitchen.

“Good morning.” Bruce automatically replied as he went back to his paper.

Nat poured herself a cup of coffee and took a bite of my donut, licking the creamy filling from her fingertips. And as if on cue Bucky came in from his morning run, his shirt sweat soaked and clinging to his body.

“Oh, Bucky.” Bruce says. “Can you meet me in the lab in about thirty minutes? Tony and I were discussing a theory last night and we want to test it out.”

“Yeah sure. Just let me change out of my clothes.”

“Yes, okay. No rush. I’ll set everything up.” He says lifting up the paper he was reading earlier.

Bruce pours himself another cup of coffee and exits the kitchen without a second glance. I observed Bucky and Nat, who were doing a poor job at being discreet about ignoring each other.

Bucky kisses me on the forehead, “good morning, doll.”

“Is there anything that I need to know?” I asked picking at my donut.

“About?” He asked as he reached for the coffee pot.

I gazed between him and Nat. “About how Natasha is still in love with you.”

You could pinpoint the moment the air escaped the room. I gripped my cup tightly until my knuckles whitened.

Bucky spoke first, “Doll, let me explain.”

“Yes, please do.”

“That kiss meant nothing.”

The air immediately left my lungs as the bile rose up my throat, “What kiss?”

Bucky knew then that he said more than he should have, he tried to approach me, but I shook my head as the tears filled my eyes. “How could you? I trust you.”

She approached me. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t.” I say. “You are in love with my boyfriend. You are supposed to be my best friend.”  


I grabbed the side of the counter and staggered out of the kitchen. “I-I can’t breathe.” I say as I made my way out of the kitchen and into the open air.  I felt their presences behind me, but it was all a blur. I opened the door and practically fell into Steve’s arms. 

“You don’t look well.”

“I can’t breathe.” I say as I pushed past him.

“Doll, let’s talk about this.”

I kept walking, Natasha was reaching for me, pleading with me, but I couldn’t believe the betrayal. I kept backing away not realizing how close I was to the edge until I felt myself free falling. There were commotions and screams, Steve’s shield whizzed past my head and then it was all silence and darkness.

“I’ve been here before.” I stated.

“Many times.” The familiar voice answers. “Should I be flattered that you remembered?”

He was warm and I found comfort in that. “Lo. I don’t want to go back.”

“There’s a child growing in you.”

I clung to him and he held me close to his chest.

I closed my eyes and felt the familiar tug of my bones as we disappeared into another realm.

MBTI types and Kinds of Thinking (Part II)

Concrete Thinking: ability to comprehend and apply factual knowledge.
Abstract Thinking: ability to use concepts to make and understand generalizations then relating or connecting them to others items, events, or experience.
Divergent Thinking: ability to generate creative ideas by exploring many possible solutions in an effort to find one that works.
Convergent thinking: ability to put a number of different pieces or perspective of a topic together in some organized, logical manner and to find and answer.

Concrete/Convergent thinking: ISTJ, ISFJ, ISTP, ISFP, ESFJ, ESTJ, ESFP, ESTP
Abstract/Divergent thinking: INTJ, INTP, INFJ, INFP, ENFP, ENTP, ENTJ,ENFJ

(More than one can be used)

Closing thoughts on ESC ‘17

◆  What a year, folks! In February, my closest circle of friends and I were quite despondent about the year’s offerings - it seemed like there was plenty of quality in the national finals, but little of it filtering through to Eurovision itself. I would never have dreamt of the firestorm that was about to come: Portugal winning its first Eurovision after almost fifty failed and often criminally underrated attempts is just the crowning surprise as we have a top 3 that, in its entirety, are countries getting their best results ever. 

The last time that all three “medallists” were also countries getting their best result ever at that point was in 2006, where Finland won for the first time, Russia got their best ever second place (Dima besting Alsou a few years before going for gold) and Bosnia & Herzegovina grabbing third. This trinity of victors is even more impressive, consisting of three countries who tend not to qualify, two of which (Portugal and Moldova) having not ever even reached the top 5 before. This was two fingers to those banging the drum about political voting being the be all and end all of Eurovision: here are three nations with few friends amongst juries or televoters, who won big through the strength of their song or stage show. Bravi to all three. Bulgaria has emerged as a powerhouse in the making having beaten their personal record twice on the trot with Poli and now Kristian. It’ll be interesting to see if it’ll be third time lucky to bring the contest to Sofia - and if the other two countries can build on their success last year.

◆ While we are mentioning political voting, however, that ugly beast did raise its head a number of times this year. Audible boos were heard when Cyprus and Greece embarked upon their annual exchange of douzes, but I wonder if that is more cultural than political. What I found lamentable was the overtly political voting of Azerbaijan and Armenia, who put each other last once again - and the former even put Cyprus second last thanks in no small part to the Cypriot being ethnic Armenian and pals with Artsvik. 

My particular award for “how unprofessional can you get?” goes to the Bulgarian jury, which tried to sink their closest rivals - giving no points to the much-vaunted Italians, placing Portugal’s Salvador just a few places below last and giving extremely lowball scores to Belgium, the latter countries that did very well in the televote. Juries on the whole made some very curious choices and seem to be less scrupulous than the televoters in many ways. 

◆ They seem to have favourites year in, year out - Sweden may never slip from the top 5 thanks to jurors’ lip service, and the most curious thing is their continued obsession with Australia, who would have not qualified from the semis were it up to the televoters alone - and received a humiliating two points from them in the final. More conspiracy-prone individuals may wonder if jurors are being encouraged to award Oz so that it has decent enough results to keep in the competition. On the other hand, their lowball scores to very musically meritorious entries like that of Hungary, who entered the top 10 mostly on the strength of its televotes. It feels like the juries do not know on what criteria they are judging. 

◆ At least this year should be controversy free as there was a convergence on the top 2 candidates, with both televoters and jurors agreeing that the best song was Portugal’s and the second best Bulgaria’s. It’s the first time that the jury hasn’t overriden the public vote for 3 years, and the first time ever since the introduction of this 50/50 system that they agree on both winner and runner-up. After two years of scandals and angry televoters, that can only be good for the contest. Unfortunately, there are some “fans” living in a world of alternative facts who claim it was a hoax. I feel sorry for them not being able to acknowledge the win of a country who’s waited so long to dispel their bad luck.

◆ Portugal’s win was the ultimate revindication of using your own language at the Eurovision, but not the only one. Italy did not soar to its expected heights, but got into the combined top 10, as did the tour de force from Joci Pápai, which showed that bilingual songs in which neither language is English can work! (My boss and some of my students ended up singing jáloma loma for the rest of the week xD.) The televoters, once again, show themselves much more open to other languages than many jurors: they would also have elevated the bilingual and bipolar entry from Croatia into the top 10 alongside France, making half the songs in the top 10 featuring another language than English partially or entirely - not a bad figure when that means 5 of the 7 songs featuring another language got into the televoters’ top 10, with Belarus not far behind. Will the qualification and relative success of all the non-English songs finally dispel the myth that one must sing in English to do well? I truly hope so.

◆ A less positive thing to remember the year for was the numerous fiascos at national final level. Spain screwed over its televoters by having the jury pick the winner rather than the public in the event of a tie - the opposite of what happened when Brequette and Ruth Lorenzo were tied some years prior. There were only 5 national finals this year where the public had 100% of the say at all stages - dwarved by the 9 national finals where jurors overrode the televoters’ top choice. It was a bad year for democracy at the national finals, and resulted in a number of “unloved” candidates who could not count on their country’s support.

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Convergence 2

Chapter 1 Chapter 3

A/N: Natasha just revealed that she is still in love Bucky, your boyfriend. They exchanged a kiss and you have disappeared into another realm with Loki. Shit has definitely hit the fan as all secrets unfold. 

If you blinked, you would’ve missed it as the lightning cracks and the cloudless sky darkens and opens. A massive tornado appears then dissipated as quickly as it came. Thor’s feet touches the ground and within a breath the sky returned to its sunny Mediterranean hue.

“Not the welcoming, I would hope to receive.” He states as he observed everyone peering over the edge of the waterfall.

“I didn’t think about it until now, but why do we have waterfall?” Sam asked.

“Better question is how do you have a waterfall.” Bruce corrects.

Sam and Bruce exchanged a glance as Steve and Tony resurfaces from over the edge. “She’s not down there.”

"Neither is my shield.”

“Can you say Reichenbach falls.” Sam jokes. Bucky glares at him. “Sorry just saying it’s very Sherlockian.”

“Stop talking,” Bucky states.

“She is with my brother.” Thor stated matter-of-factly.

All eyes turned to the God who was dressed in a loosely fitted shirt and pants.

He smiled. “Hello.”

“Loki? Why is my girlfriend with your brother?” Bucky asked through gritted teeth.

"You would have to ask her that when you see her.” Thor turns and walked towards the house. “I’m hungry, I’ve been craving one of your human foods. Pancakes it’s called.”

“It’s 4:30 in the afternoon.” Sam says glancing at his watch.

“You humans. Such slaves to time.”

“Pancakes and waffles are breakfast foods." Sam tried to explain, but gave up when he realized Thor wasn’t comprehending or just didn’t care.

"You might as well come inside and wait, they won’t be back for awhile.”

“How long is awhile?” Bucky asked as his jaw tightens.

Thor waved his hand. “A few hours or so in Asgardian time.”

“We are not in Asgard.”

“This is true.” Thor paused as he calculated. “They should be back in about a day or two.”

“A day or two!” Bucky bellowed. “You have to take me to her.”

“She’s with Loki for a reason and from the looks of it there’s a lot of tension here and she deserves some time away. Think of it as a mini vacation." He smiles.

"You know nothing.”

Thor’s smile became condescending. “I am a God, James, I know and foresee more than you could ever comprehend.” He inhales deeply and drops his defensive stance. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but my brother cares deeply for her.”

“Cares deeply for her.” Bucky repeated confused. “Why would he care for her, when he doesn’t know her.”

Thor gave nothing away. “She is safe with him. If she wasn’t, she would be here with you. When she is ready, he will bring her back. So, I suggest we go inside and have some delicious pancakes and one of those beers.”

Tony slaps Thor on the back and winces. “A man of my own heart.”

A northern light appears three days later and hovers over the house.

“What is that?” Sam asked, pointing to the greenish hue in the sky.

Thor glances up. “Ah, they are not that far off. It’s Loki’s way of signaling his return.”

“How much longer?’ Bucky impatiently asked.

“Few hours maybe.”

“Can you be a little bit more specific.”

“I am not Loki’s keeper.” Thor answered with finality.

Bucky and Thor had a silent standoff, Bucky caved first and walked outdoors and began pacing and staring at the sky.

“So, are you going to tell us?” Sam questioned.

“What?” Thor asked taking a gulp of his beer.

“C’mon man. Loki and Buck’s girl. What’s that about?”

“Not my story to tell.”

“So there’s something to tell?” Thor shrugs. ”You don’t just disappear into another dimension with a stranger for three days. They know each other? They had a thing?”

“A Thing? What is this thing?”

Exasperated Sam walks off as Thor joined Bucky outside.

“She is not in harm’s way.” He says.

“She’s pregnant with my child.”

“Yes, I know this and Loki knows this as well. He will protect her.”

“Can you stop saying that!” Bucky shouted. “She shouldn’t be with him, she should be here with me!”

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The birth of Jonathan Kent: Pre- and Post-Reborn

The original birth on Telos. (Pre-Reborn)

Convergence: Superman #2

Writer: Dan Jurgens

Artist: Dan Jurgens

Colours: Brad Anderson

Second birth on Earth in the Fortress of Solitude. (Post-Reborn)

Action Comics #978

Writer: Dan Jurgens

Artist: Carlo Barberi

Colours: Hi-Fi

Well, well well. A boy. Care to meet your mom, little one? - Clark Kent/Superman

Oh, Clark. He’s… beautiful. - Lois Lane