deflector

anonymous asked:

I love the CEO!Kara AU's. Like Kara stayed involved in sciences to feel closer to her parents on earth and now she has a tech company. Cause it's HC for me that Kara is extremely intelligent, even if you think about flying she needs to be able to calculate how much she needs to decelerate to not put massive holes in the ground when landing. But the ones I've found have made Kara OCC(like Lord's personality almost), but what if she was still just Sunny Danvers? That would be cooler to me.

CAN YOU IMAGINE?!!

Kara coming into work in the mornings and her assistant (she always used to go through assistants rather quickly because she works to find out what their passion is and then promotes them, but finally; this retired grandma decides she wants to go back to work so she becomes Kara’s assistant and they just really hit it off.) so she comes in and Sheila hands her her coffee and Kara asks about the grandkids. And Sheila totally knows that Kara is Supergirl - figured it out on the first day -  and she covers for her whenever she needs to leave suddenly and makes sure no one else gets suspicious.

All of her employees love her, but they have a healthy respect for her because they all know that she has a tendency to crush expensive office equipment when she gets upset, and if she can do that on ACCIDENT then they never want to see her tear into something on purpose.

So when Lena moves L-Corp to National City, she makes the rounds to all the major CEO’s and of course Kara is one of them and she expects Kara to be just like the rest - super judgy and snarky, but Kara is super nice and welcoming, and Lena just has like an instant crush because no one has ever just been nice to her before - but she’s still wary because surely Kara must have some ulterior motive. 

Then Kara shows up with lunch at Lena’s office a few days later and Lena is just like WTF? And Kara explains that she thought Lena might need a friend in this town because she’s read the papers and all the mean things they have to say about Lena. And then they just talk about tech stuff and Lena is kinda surprised that the most powerful CEO in National City has such a high level knowledge of proton deflectors and so when Kara invites her to game night, she accidentally agrees. Like, oops?

Not that she’s complaining.

literally all you learn from the voyager opening credits is that it’s deliberately paced and tom paris is a bad driver

“tom don’t fly the ship through a fucking solar flare”

“tom planetary rings are mostly big ice crystals and they’ll damage the deflector and hull”

“tom we don’t even know what’s in this gas cloud, please don’t ‘hang ten’”

“tom stay away from that-”

“I’M GOING IN”

“TOM NO”

5

For the first time in a while, normalcy, or the closest thing they could obtain to true normalcy, returned to the Avengers Tower. Steve, Wanda, Sam, and Clint were welcomed back after hours of debating with the Accords. Perhaps since Bucky didn’t return with them, it was easier for the government to forgive them, considering their acts of justice in the past.

Even when they returned, tensions were high between some of the Avengers. Steve could tell Wanda was still facing hardships and obviously Rhodey’s accident made the people who sided with Steve feel awkward, despite their apologies. Steve knew that it’d be a while until they felt like a true team again. It was understandable, after all. He just wished he could at least help with whatever Tony was planning, yet refusing to reveal.

He had no idea that the plan was involving you. Of course, he hadn’t seen you since his accident in World War II. You didn’t make yourself known if you didn’t have to. You couldn’t stand violence and only used defensive moves to stop someone. The British government contacted you to protect the country from time to time, but you tended to help people with a shadow to hide in. It was an amazement that Tony Stark found you. You did work with his father, so Tony took the information from his father’s things.

A box was waiting for you when you arrived at the apartment that you were currently staying in. You left Themyscira younger than your mother had wanted for you to fight in the war alongside the soldier that landed his plane on the shore. Regardless of your appearance matching one of a teenager’s, the government covered for you. Obviously going to school for the rest of your life would just be tiresome so you were jobless when you saw the box.

The familiar logo jumped out at you when you opened it. Stark Industries. You hadn’t seen any of the Starks since World War II, yet you heard that Howard and Maria had died. It must be from Anthony then. Inside was a picture that you forgot about. There you were, looking the exact same, standing among the soldiers from World War II. People wouldn’t believe that you fought with them, since you looked young, but there’s the proof. There was a little note. I found it among my father’s belongings. We should talk. - Tony Stark

Finding a flight to New York where the Avengers are located was less than ideal, but it didn’t stop you from booking a flight. The flight was particularly boring as you thought about what Tony Stark might want from you. From what you heard about the Avengers, they were just recovering from their own personal fight. Captain America, or Steve, was as passionate as he was in the war, although this time, his passion was not welcomed. Thinking about the possibilities, you looked out the window. The plane ride reminded you of what brought you to humanity in the first place.

When you landed, you weren’t entirely surprised how easy it was to find the Avengers. It had been a while since you were in New York and it was quite busier than you remembered, but you acted casual as you approached the Avengers Tower. It wasn’t everyday that people connected to your past requested your presence.

F.R.I.D.A.Y. announced in the kitchen, “Mr. Stark, a woman is outside, claiming that you invited her. Would you like to see who?” Steve looked at Tony curiously as Sam asked, “Who’d you invite?”

“No one,” Tony dismissed before responding to F.R.I.D.A.Y., “I know who it is. Let her up.”

Steve didn’t like being kept out of whatever Tony was planning. He asked, “Do we know her?”

Looking at him, he laughed a bit at his own inside joke. Steve looked at him like he had lost it until he turned to the elevator opening. Looking the same as you did on the battlefield, Steve was shocked to see Y/N Y/L/N standing in the Avengers Tower. Of course, you weren’t wearing your battle gear, sticking with casual clothes, but your golden tiara still rested on your forehead and your bracelets were peeking out under your sleeves. He was shocked at how casual you looked, since Steve remembered you from the war. You had led the rescue mission from Hydra with him. Despite all this, he did recall one nickname you were rather fond of.

“The Star Spangled Man with a Plan,” you stated with a small smile, “I did hear that you got out of the ice.” You talked to Agent Carter every so often, but you didn’t bring the sensitive topic up.

“Y/N of Themyscira,” Steve greeted with a respectful nod. You used Y/L/N, but it wasn’t your true last name. Of course, when Bucky left, another old friend looking exactly the same came back. “Always a pleasure.”

Tony looked between the two with an almost bored expression, before cutting in, “Now that the reunion is over, I’d prefer to talk with Miss Y/L/N.” He looked at the small group who had gathered and added, “Cap, since you know her, you can stay.” The group dispersed at the mention, some looking at you curiously before they left. Steve glanced at you and nodded with a knowing smirk about what would happen.

Turning to Tony, your eyes weren’t necessarily angry, but they were ablaze with passion as you spoke in a tone commanding respect, “If you wish to be formal, call me Princess Y/N of Themyscira, daughter of Hippolyte.” You hated being called Miss, since that wasn’t your title. Although your preference is no formalities, if people are adamant about using a title, you will not settle for anything less that who you truly are.

Tony was shocked for a couple of seconds before appearing casual about it. Your appearance always threw people off, but Tony appeared to be reminded. You didn’t want to add that you knew his parents before he was even thought of, since it made you seem like a bitter old person. Your stance was like your tone. It demanded respect. You learned that people wouldn’t listen to you unless you didn’t give them the option of ignoring you.

After your conversation with Tony Stark, you had quite a lot of consider about your future. Not that it looked different from now. The only thing that could change would be whether or not you accepted his invitation to join the Avengers. Personally, you knew Tony’s emotions could make him fight first and talk later, if the fighting between the Avengers proved anything. You also knew of the benefits of actually being an Avenger.

You’d have to uproot your life and leave behind your background in England once the soldier took you from Themyscira. When you arrived at England with him, he was the one to convince the others to let you fight. You thought of him as your closest friend. He had been dead for many years and, whenever you visited his grave, you realized how much you were forgetting about him slowly. To leave England would be as if you were officially letting him go.

In order to give you time to think, Tony and Steve let you be, giving you some places in the tower they thought you might enjoy. That’s how you found yourself floating in an indoor pool. Technically, you could swim with your tiara and bracelets, yet you took them off. After a while, your hair fanned around your head as you floated on your back.

The water was slightly heated, reminding you of the water in Themyscira. You closed your eyes and it all came back. The forestry and buildings. You could almost hear the training and smiled sadly when you remembered your fellow Amazons fighting for goodness in humanity. Your mother, Hippolyte, looked over the community with pride.

Then the memory changed to the water you dived in to save the soldier who crashed his plane into the ocean. He had began to close his eyes as he lost all oxygen by the time you got to him. Your mother was wary of the stranger, not willing to send anyone to help the humans in the war. You tried to sneak out with him, only to be caught by your mother. She looked at you, her greatest joy in the world, and let you go, to save humanity. What you were told Amazons did.

The war was truly terrifying, yet you charged to stop the cruel enemy. You led soldiers with the soldier that crashed on Themyscira. There were times that he doubted the full extent of your powers, but you earned his trust regardless. You found out your true lineage after the war, when you discovered that aging didn’t effect you like it did other people. That’s when the government decided to protect you and you continued your mission as an Amazon at night.

Your recollection of past memories was interrupted by someone entering the room. You immediately stood up in the pool and faced whoever walked in. It was a boy, probably a teenager, with a backpack and school books in his hand. He seemed just as shocked to find himself there. “Mr. Stark told m-me to welcome the guest t-t-to the tower,” he stuttered slightly before clearing his throat, “You’re Wonder Woman.”

You felt complimented by his awe and only nodded. His eyes wandered to the table where your tiara and bracelets were placed. He immediately went to them and hesitantly touched a bracelet. Getting out of the pool, you wrapped a towel around yourself and stood by the boy. “I’m Peter, by the way,” he stated, still looking down. When he looked up to see you beside him, Peter jumped out of shock and rambled, “Sorry. I didn’t mean to-I mean, it’s not that you’re scary- I’m not easily startled, but-”

He stopped when he saw you put on your tiara so he picked up a bracelet and began talking again, “Bracelet of Submission, huh? I always wondered why you wore these. They’re great deflectors, but why not a shield or something with a larger surface to block?” Peter tried to put the bracelet on you before you quickly pushed him back so he couldn’t fasten the bracelet on you. “Oh, am I not supposed to do that? I’ll just put it down.” He hastily placed it on the table.

“We wear them to remind us of our slavery under Hercules. They’re to lower our ego,” you explained carefully, not wanting him to think you didn’t like the boy you had just met, “Aphrodite made them indestructible with metal from the Aegis, making them have the surface area of a shield.” You looked at him cautiously as you fastened on the bracelets to your own arms. “I pushed you away because our strength is lost if a man fastens our bracelets.”

Peter stuttered a bit more, “Y-y-yeah. I won’t touch those t-then.” You were even more of a legend then the Avengers to Peter. The demigod has been a constant for Europe long before the Avengers formed. You had survived through so much. He expected you to be stoic so he wished that he’d stop being a stuttering idiot around you. “I’m Spiderman, by the way!” His outburst slightly shocked you so Peter continued in a calmer tone, “I mean, it’s pretty cool.”

“Oi, Spiderboy,” Tony called as he walked past and stopped at the door, “I sent you to say hi, not scare our guest.” He turned to you with more respect than he had originally presented you with. “Y/N, we’re planning a patrol at nighttime. Would you like to join us?”

You nodded firmly. “If I can be of any assistance.” Tony nodded back and left the two by themselves.

“It’s not Spiderboy,” Peter meekly called after him. Of course, he met one of his favorite heroes and looked like a complete fool throughout the entire meeting. “I have a bunch of homework,” he excused himself, “That I have to get done before the patrol. Nice meeting you, Y/N.”

“It was nice meeting you, Peter,” you replied politely, planning to swim once he left. When Peter left, he couldn’t help but wonder what it must have been like. Your true age is hundreds of years old and you were stuck in a teenager’s body. He wondered if you ever acted like a teen.

The stories revolved around a fun loving Amazon helping humanity from itself. Years of wars and helping certainly wore down on a person. While you lost the reputation of carefree, you helped humanity time and time again in countless wars and battles. You’d sometimes hear the parting words uttered by your mother as you gave up your life on Themyscira.

“They do not deserve you.”

3

Rogue One planets: Scarif

Scarif was a secluded and tropical planet in the Outer Rim Territories region of the galaxy. Despite its remoteness, it played an important part in the Galactic Empire’s military-industrial complex, becoming a center for Imperial top-secret military research. In this capacity, it housed a multitude of different projects, including the construction of the first Death Star battle station. Because of its importance, the planet was protected by an impenetrable deflector shield that enveloped the entire world, with the only opening being the Shield Gate.

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Star Wars worlds : Scarif 
Scarif was a secluded and tropical planet in the Outer Rim used by the Galactic Empire to house the construction of the first Death Star, an armored battle station capable of destroying entire worlds. The Empire built a major Imperial security complex on Scarif and excavated large swaths of land in order to build ships and supply the Death Star. An orbiting docking station housed several Imperial Star Destroyers. The planet was protected by an impenetrable deflector shield that enveloped the entire world.

terminalfanatic  asked:

How does a Miranda class ship move through a debris field without a deflector dish?

In-universe answer: It does have a deflector; it just looks different than on other ships.

Real-world answer: the designers couldn’t find a good spot for one, so they just said, “Eh, screw it.”

I swear I wasn’t putting this off. I love Jack with all my heart, but like Maddie, I had trouble figuring out where to start. Jack’s a pretty simple man who handles all situations in pretty much the same way, which is the opposite of his wife, but because of that, he’s often underestimated and treated like a brainless idiot.

I’ve noticed that even Maddie sometimes sees him as less than competent, even though she loves him.

(She gives him a cookie to keep him out of her way while she works. She doesn’t mean anything by it, and she loves him with all of her heart, but she doesn’t think he can do much to help.)

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In the search of light.

I’m back!! Ahhh it feels so good to be doing stuff with Blender again! :)

Of course it wouldn’t be me if I didn’t come up with a ridiculously difficult pose and an absolutely insane lighting setup for the first fanart after a longer break (60+ area light sources, 3 light absorbers, a spot light, and 4 light deflectors) :D But it proved I didn’t forget how to do this thing heheh.

I experimented a lot with both the light and the concept. I hope you’ll like it! ;)

More to come hopefully soon! ;)

charliepix337  asked:

Tomarry- "You leave, you can never come back!" Congrats cxxx

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Tomarry

Tags: Light Angst, Feels, Friendship, Possessive!Tom, Pre-Tomarry


All he’d wanted was a place to fit in. Instead, he’d learned very quickly that Hogwarts was just another tier to the hellstorm that was his life. It wasn’t just being unliked because the matron of the orphanage told everyone he was a bastard child born of a circus performer. There were more reasons to be hated there than when he was at the orphanage.

He was sorted into Slytherin. Everyone seemed to hate Slytherin. No one stood up for a Slytherin, no one told the truth about Slytherins. If one was sorted into Slytherin House, they could expect half of the school to hate them on principle.

He had a common name that was in no way magical, making him a ‘Mudblood’. Slytherins were notorious for not liking Muggleborn children and being incredibly hostile toward them. So even though he was in their House, his fellow Housemates treated him terribly for his supposed blood status.

He was brilliant. Tom had always been naturally talented and had a thirst for knowledge because knowledge was power. Many students could not fathom the fact that a Mudblood like him could be capable of such magical control or knowledge. And if it wasn’t the bigots who hated him for being a Mudblood who was smarter and better, it was the Ravenclaws who couldn’t stand having competition for ‘best in class’.

He was friends with a Gryffindor. And he used the term ‘friends’ lightly, but it was the best term he had to describe what Harry was to him. Harry had been sorted to the House directly opposing Tom’s. He’d always been inherently kind and merciful. Both being so similar, but while Tom was the punisher, Harry was the savior.

Harry’s name was magical. He looked like another member of his House, almost perfectly should he make his hair brown and eyes hazel. Everyone was convinced he was a misplaced Potter child and there were murmurs of adoption. However the other Potter who was a fourth year, had told Harry that he couldn’t be friends with Tom if he wanted to be adopted.

Harry had refused immediately, stating that Tom had been his friend for longer than he’d known of magic and that Tom was more important than some stuck up family who were just as biased as the people they claimed were the epitome of evil.

If those weren’t reason enough to hate him already, Albus Dumbledore hated him for more reasons than even Tom knew.

He knew the man didn’t like that Tom could speak to serpents. He knew that Dumbledore hated it that Harry and he conversed on a daily basis. He knew that Dumbledore thought Tom a bad example. It was in his body language, the tone of his voice, andhow his eyes followed Tom’s every move. Tom was not trusted in the eyes of a man who knew nothing about him.

The condescending, holier than thou attitude the old fool walked around with was frustrating.

Basically, Tom was hated by a majority of his peers for many reasons either beyond his control, or simply because they were pathetic and jealous.

And a chance to possibly lessen the hatred had arrived that morning, offering to take him away from that hellhole he called a place of residence and have him tutored in the proper magics befitting one such as he. However, it also meant leaving Harry behind.

Mr. Riddle, 

I have been informed of your astonishing ability
in your studies as well as your particular talent
involving serpents. These are not skills that should
be ignored, but praised. They should be allowed
to grow in a healthy environment, where you can
attain self-control of your power without stress.

I feel that my family and I could very well aid you
on your journey to greatness. It would take but a 
few pieces of parchment and some signing to see
your adoption through to the fullest. The Ministry
is very easy to handle in these matters and no one
would seek to have you placed back into your
former home.

You would have access to the best private tutors
available. You would be coached in the proper 
manner befitting a member of Slytherin House.
Perhaps we could purchase you a serpent familiar
of your own so that you may harness your ability.

All of this, plus the benefits of our family name, 
would place you much higher in status among
your peers. Meanwhile, you may be able to learn
about your magical history. Your special language
is in no way common, even among the magical
community.

Your agreement to this proposition would in a
way benefit both parties. We would be honored if
you accepted our offer.

Lord Arcturus Black
The Most Ancient and Noble House of Black

It was a tempting offer. So very tempting. They had something he wanted. Had wanted for years.

“If you leave, you can never come back!“

Tom’s head jerked to the side, seeing Harry standing in the doorway to their shared room at the orphanage. The other boy looked crazed and slightly wary.

“I would be adopted,” said Tom, “of course I wouldn’t come back.”

But Harry’s head was shaking. “If you leave me,” he clarified, “you can never come back.”

It was a startling realisation. Because Harry had denied the chance of a family. A room of his own and full meals. Non-second hand clothing and probably a chance to peruse any shop he wanted without having to worry about funds. Harry had done it for Tom’s sake and their… friendship.

Tom not doing the same would mean abandonment. It would mean leaving Harry to face the horrors of the orphanage without his protection. And Tom knew about the Blacks. They were as extreme as the Potters but on the very opposite end of the spectrum. They did not like Gryffindors and while it was not mentioned, he had no doubt he would be trained into hating Harry for simply his robe colours eventually.

It was more difficult for Tom to make the decision, than it was for Harry. Tom was cruel and self-centered. Until Harry came into his life, he’d only thought about himself. Harry was so free and careless about his own happiness most of the time, that he would willingly give things up for others. Such as a chance at a family all for a child who was a bit too possessive and Dark.

He couldn’t lose Harry though. Harry was the only person who was truly Tom’s. Even if he had trouble defining their relationship, Harry was still Tom’s no matter what.

Looking at the letter, Tom pursed his lips. He didn’t need the fame of another to become great. Besides, Lord Black had revealed a few things in his letter, whether he noticed or not.

  1. Tom’s ability was rare and considered a magical language. It also had ‘history’.
  2. For some reason, having Tom in their family would benefit them, meaning something about him made them consider adoption.
  3. People out there wanted people with Tom’s skills. 

Tom would become great without them, because they’d already given him some answers, and helped him formulate new questions that he could properly research now.

He folded the parchment in half and tucked it back into his trunk. He would reply later.

“I am none too fond of the Blacks,” he confessed. “Walburga caterwauls louder than any Banshee ever could.”

Thankfully, Harry understood what he was saying and knew very well that he was often a deflector when in emotional situations.

The other boy skipped into the room and plopped onto Tom’s bed in order to throw his arms around Tom’s skinny shoulders.

“We’ll take the magical world by storm, Tom. I just know it.”


A/N: This was long. Holy shiznit.

Here’s Part II of that Danny Phantom Lancer reveal fic request based off the being watched prompt! (I’d never anticipated writing a second part to it, but you voted for that, so here you go. *grins* Please take the science with a grain of salt; I’m better with biology.) Again, most of it is under the cut.


“It would seem,” Lancer finished, “that Danny Phantom was trying to protect your family as much as he tries to protect everyone else in this town.”

Jack and Maddie Fenton exchanged glances from their place on their couch; Jazz sat beside them, while Lancer and Danny had taken the free chairs. That Mr. and Mrs. Fenton were reluctant to believe Phantom would help them was obvious; it had been all Jasmine could do to stop them from immediately activating their Fenton Anti-Creep Alarm. But his insistence on the subject seemed to be puzzling them, and Danny had chimed in often to make good use of Lancer’s support for Phantom—even if he managed to appear reluctant whenever he did so.

Really, Lancer had always found young Mr. Fenton’s excuses rather pitiful, but these were inventive without being obviously contrived. I think Skulker was targeting me because you’re my parents. Not the most comforting point, but a valid one. Perfectly believable, given the situation; Jack and Maddie Fenton surely made enemies of the ghosts they hunted. He’s the Ghost Zone’s Greatest Hunter; of course he’d pit himself against you. A self-proclaimed point, but not one Lancer could dispute, given what he knew of the ghost. This is a weakness. The only thing that stopped him from exploiting it was Phantom. Another point that couldn’t be disputed, particularly given that it was true in more ways than one. I’m lucky it wasn’t worse.

“Phantom saved me,” Danny repeated quietly. “I know you don’t trust him, but he’s the reason I’m not lost somewhere in the Ghost Zone right now.”

Maddie closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose in thought. “Ghosts always try to do this, Danny,” she explained. “They want you to see them in the best light possible so they can exploit your trust later. Phantom and Skulker may have been working together in this.” She looked at her son then, adding, “I know how much you two look up to Phantom, but you can’t trust him. That might be the last mistake you make.” Her gaze suddenly switched back to him. “Surely you aren’t falling for his ploy, Mr. Lancer.”

“I am inclined to agree with your children in this instance, given what I witnessed.”

“That’s only playing into the ghost’s agenda,” Maddie pointed out. “Ghosts are masters of trickery. Phantom is hardly different.”

“I did work with him once, Mads.” It was a feat for Jack Fenton to look uncomfortable, especially when the subject was ghosts, but he managed a close approximation. “I told you about that. Plasmius threatened my family, and no one threatens my family.”

“One good deed does not undo the past.”

“But one bad mistake ruins everything else?” Jazz exclaimed. “That’s a double standard, Mom, and you know it! You can’t treat ghosts differently than people.”

“They aren’t human, Jazz,” Maddie said in the tone of one who had had this argument all too often before.

“No, but they were once.” Jazz bit her lip, glanced at Danny so quickly that Lancer nearly missed it, and amended, “Most of them, anyway. Phantom is.”

He was beginning to get a better appreciation of exactly how much Jazz did for her little brother.

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FoleyFest Day 1-Technology

“Kid, what the hell are you doing?” Tony asked. 

He didn’t know what to think of Danny’s little friend. He said they would get along just great right before going on a mission in Asgard with Thor. But the thing was, he had brought his friend with him this time. Nerdy little kid with an eye-bleeding hat and big glasses. He had a PDA clutched in his hands almost all the time. Tony had been impressed with how it wasn’t the old clunky thing from years before, but actually tampered with so it has more storage and features. Tucker had said it had taken him a week to do it, but for someone with next to no resources that was really impressive.

“I’m rewiring a few things in here,” Tucker said, not even blinking an eye at the sparks that flew from the tool in his hand as he tampered with the new, white Iron Man helmet. “Of course, I’ll have to do the suit too, but for now I’m just gonna do the helmet.”

“Did I give you permission to touch that?” Tony asked. He didn’t like it when people messed with his stuff. Least of all inexperienced little kids thinking they were smarter than they actually were. Even if he recoded a PDA from scratch in a week. 

No, but it;s not like that was gonna stop me.” Tucker wasn’t looking at him, but Tony still saw the grin that made it’s way onto the teen’s face. 

“Okay, well what are you rewiring?” Tony asked. He didn’t want beef with Danny. Yeah, he was a nerdy little klutz, but Tony had seen him in battle, when he was really serious. He got terrifying. Tony had a sneaking suspicion that that’s how it would be if Tony ever treated Tucker like shit, so he would try and do the whole patience thing first. 

“I am adding my very own ghost prof tech in here,” Tucker replied. “That way you can touch ghosts even when they go intangible, shoot ectoplasmic blasts, because that’s the only thing that can really hurt them. Unless you’re Danny. I’m also adding a ghost shield, a built-in Specter Deflector, and when I get to the suit part I’m gonna add a snack compartment.” He spoke all in one breath, but he was obviously satisfied with all the tampering he planned on doing. 

“Why do I need a snack compartment?” Tony asked him, now walking over to him. He was moving with quick precision movements that almost impressed Tony. 

Almost. 

“Everybody needs a snack compartment. That’s where the bacon goes.”

“I think you can keep your bacon to yourself. How do you know this is gonna work, anyway?”

“Because I built it,” Tucker replied casually. Damn, the kid was like a smaller, dorkier version of Tony. It was really startling to see the similarities in the both of them when he really thought about it. 

“Why are you adding all of this stuff, anyway?” He asked. Tucker stopped for a moment, and hesitated before finally putting the tool down and looking up at Tony, eyes worn and worried. 

“Danny is the only one on this team who can beat the shit out of ghosts. He needs help. He’s gonna run himself into the ground if he doesn’t get any, and who better to help him than you? You can fly and shoot lasers. With this suit you;ll be able to do almost anything Danny can do.”

Tony looked at him for a long time. This guy-this fucking kid, was willing to bend over backwards for his best friend and make sure he was safe. And man, if that didn’t sound like something an Avenger would do he didn’t know what was. 

Tony was the one to finally break eye contact as he moved to sit down on Tucker’s work table. 

“I’ll do my best,” he told him. Tucker nodded and smiled. It was a gentle kind of thing that reminded him of Wilson. Always caring for others without even realizing it. it came to them both as easy as breathing. 

“That’s all I ask, dude. Oh, by the way, what kind of snacks do you want to be able to take with you?”

Ive always found it interesting how when danny goes fully intangible/invisible his eyes turn green even though hes in human form. When he does this is he still technically “in human form”? In fact, what exactly is the difference between his human and ghost form besides appearances? He seems to have access to all his abilitys  in both forms, he gets picked up on ghost scanners, the specter deflector and other anti ghost stuff work on him in human form. As a human he can pass through ghost shields though, so that’s one difference. He really blurs the line between human and ghost half.

Requested by @littlecarowrites Takes place in Into Darkness. The reader goes into the reactor instead of Jim, leaving a very desperate Scotty behind.

Warnings: Slight Spirk? I think?

Word Count: 1,289

A/N: This will probably be my worst one so far.

~•~

“One day I’ve been of this ship! One bloody day!” the engineer’s voice would have echoed in the starship’s corridors if she wasn’t falling apart.

Evacuation protocols initiated

“There won’t be time for evacuation if we don’t get power to stabilize the damn ship!” the engineer snapped at his captain.

“Can we restore it?”

“Only from engineering.”

Scotty looked like a man who was about to lose his baby, which was actually the truth in a way. But the ship wasn’t the only thing in his mind.

“[Y/N]…” Scotty’s brain was screaming over and over again. Where is she? Is she okay? I need to calm down, gotta find her…“

“Scotty we got to get the power back on! Come on!”

~•~

“Evacuate zhe ship!” the familiar Russian accent was heard among the chaos.

Everything was a blur. One moment you have been trying to make an escape with Pavel, the other you have been grabbing onto your friends for their lives.

When his feet was on the not so safe ground. Scotty pulled you into a hug. “Oh [Y/N], lassie. I am so relieved you are alright.”

Before you could answer the ship shook and nearly knocked you all to the ground.

“Even if we get to the warp core we’ve still got to redirect the power!”

“What are you talking about?” you could tell that Jim was panicked even more. You grabbed his arm and squeezed it.

“Someone has to hit the manual override, Jim.” you said and Scotty butted in, turning to Pavel.

“Laddie, there’s a switch-”

“Behind the deflector dish! I’ll flip zhe switch!”

“Let’s go!”

Was it the adrenaline rush or the fear of death? You didn’t know. But you found the courage to take Scotty’s hand in yours and ran behind the captain.

Core misaligned, danger.

“Oh, no no no no!”

Scotty pulled away from you reluctantly and started to type furiously. “The housings are misaligned! There’s no way we can redirect the power.” he turned to you and Jim. “The ship’s dead sir, she’s gone.”

You made eye contact with Jim and saw the wheels in his brain turning at the same time as yours. Your eyes also widened at the same time. “No, she’s not.” he said and started running.

“Jim wait! Let me help you!” you shouted and started running after him.

“Wait, guys!” you heard Scotty’s terrified voice behind you. “Please, stop Monty.” you screamed inside your head but he seemed to do the opposite.

“If we go in there we’ll die you hear me? The radiation will kill us! Will you listen to me?” he screamed.

You wrapped your arms around his torso to stop him from getting to Jim “What the hell are you doing?”

He was beyond scared right now and the way you were acting did not help at all. You did not know how you were feeling. A mixture of fear and confusion maybe. But you knew one thing. You did not want Montgomery to die.

He deserved better than that.

“I’m opening the door. I’m going in.” Jim’s voice came through your ears making you release Scotty and turn to Jim in panic. “No, not you!” the voice inside your head shouted.

“That door is there to stop us from getting irradiated! We’d be dead before we made the climb!”

When you heard the word “dead” fall from his lips your blood turned cold and you made eye contact with Jim. You did not want him to die. You did not want anyone to die. Not the man who has been your friend since your Academy years and definitely not the man you love.

“I’m sorry.” you whispered while still looking at Jim.

“You’re not making the climb.” and with that Jim punched Scotty through your shoulder which made you let out a small shriek. You watched him buckle Scotty up.

You had to act quick. Before Jim could even see it your knee came in contact with the captain’s abdomen and after that you backhanded him across the cheek. When he hit the ground you quickly placed him right next to Scotty, thanking Bones because of the self defense classes he made you take.

Before throwing yourself in to fix the core, you kneeled in front of Scotty and pressed a gentle first and final kiss onto his lips.

“I’m so sorry…”

~•~

“Engineering to bridge. This is Captain Kirk.” tears flowed from Jim’s eyes freely. “Spock. Get down here.”

The slight tremble in his captain’s voice was all it took for Spock to get up and rush to engineering.

Red puffy eyes. Wet cheeks. Shallow breathing. It was a sight he did not want to see.

When the Vulcan stopped in front of him with his hands behind his back, Jim shook his head. Not being able to keep it in anymore he placed his head on Spock’s shoulder and started weeping.

With his head out of the way, Spock saw Scotty’s slumped figure. What he did not expect to see was your limp body, seperated from them by the glass.

“The door is locked.” came Jim’s whisper. Spock put a hand to his shoulder, leading him slowly forward. There they could see their friend more clearly. Spock couldn’t help but let a tear escape at the sight of you.

“Don’t cry, Monty. It’s okay.” the strain in your voice made Scotty’s lip tremble. The tears did not seem to stop. It made your heart break.

“Please, Monty. Don’t cry. You must understand. I could not let any of you die.” It was hard to breathe but it was harder to see your friends and the man you love cry for you. “You guys became my family. When I had nowhere else to go. I want you to be happy.”

“How am I supposed to be happy without you?”

Scotty’s voice raised and he pressed his forehead to the glass. “Dammit, lassie I cannae live without you.” the sight of his tears falling down made your heart ache.

“I love you [Y/N].”

Your eyes widened and you felt your own tears streaming down your face.

“I love you. I love you. I love you.” he chanted like a mantra. Jim’s weeping got louder and he fell onto his knees, bringing Spock with him.

You knew you didn’t have much time. You could no longer feel your legs and your mind was starting to go numb. So with all the strength you have left, you placed your hand where Scotty had placed his head on the glass and smiled.

“And I love you Montgomery Scott.”

With one last tear escaping your eye. Your hand fell and you stopped breathing.

~•~

“Well if it isn’t [Y/L/N].”

“It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Could you even do something right?”

“We’re friends… right?”

“Get out! I don’t want to see your pathetic face!”

“I love your smile, lassie…”

The sudden brightness made your vision blurry but after blinking a few times, you saw your grumpy friend dressed in white.

“Welcome back, [Y/N].“

“How?” you were still on a daze, trying to understand what happened.

“That is a story for another time, kid.” Bones dropped his PADD. “You have a visitor.”

Bones walked away, letting you see a nervous looking Scotty, who walked towards your bed. After a moment of silence the first one to speak was Scotty.

“Jim wanted me to tell you that your slap still hurts like a bitch.”

You couldn’t keep it in anymore. You let out a laugh and tears started to flow freely just as Scotty too started crying. He leaned down, careful not to hurt you and pressed a hard kiss on your lips.

“Welcome back my lassie.”