hope on the battlefield

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Yinsen studied them, whistled softly, and then said approvingly, “Finally, an idea of your own.”

“Unless you count ancient knights.”

“I think the bravest of those knights would have taken one look at this walking toward them and fled the battlefield. Let us hope that Abu and his men have at least that much wisdom.”

Stark’s eyes were cold. “Honestly,” he said, “Part of me is hoping they don’t.”

-Iron Man Movie Novelization | Gif Series

Meet me on the battlefield
Even on the darkest night
I will be your sword and shield,
Your camouflage and you will be mine

Echoes of the shots ring out
We may be the first to fall
Everything could stay the same
Or we could change it all.

anonymous asked:

Going off the fighting with no pads+ live weapons+ sparring=death discussion, what would you suggest as an alternative? I'm working on a fantasy story where two of my characters are training in swordsmanship with the intention of becoming knights, but warfare is a lot different than using pads/dummies. What are ways I can have my characters realistically train for battle without mauling each other? Or should they just cross their fingers and hope they don't die on the battlefield in real combat?

Well, for starters, they use training weapons. These are are weapons that are essentially what they’d be using and are blunted. The character gets the effect of training with the weapon and practicing their techniques against another opponent without risk of fatal injury.

This is a long standing practice in all martial disciplines and it is much safer than letting beginners murder each other. You never get to touch a real sword until you’ve reached the end of your training. They’re expensive, dangerous, and most knights aren’t going to have the money to replace all the weapons they’ve destroyed during training.

You start with wood, then move up to metal, then move up to the real blades.

You also don’t have your knights learning to joust each other with real lances either. It’ll be blunted lances like the ones used at tournament, and will use those at all times except on the battlefield. They’ll only be allowed to joust other students when their performance is satisfactory, and they will practice with a dummy first. They’ll keep practicing with that dummy for the remainder of their existence, because it’s safer than practicing with another knight and they can fine hone their skills. Then, they move up to a hanging ring.

They don’t just put you on a horse, thrust a lance in your hands and hope for the best.

They’ll spar with padded armor. When they reach a point in their training where the time has come for them to wear armor, they’ll be using older suits rather than new ones. If they spar with live weapons at all, at any point, the rules of the duel will be to first blood and will be watched very closely by their training instructors.

Training happens in stages.

You practice the pieces of the technique, broken down. You learn the stance, then you learn what you’re doing with your hands. How to hold the weapon. Then, you learn how to move the weapon. Then, you practice the technique all together incorporating your whole body. Then, you practice that singular technique with another human (drilling), then, you learn other techniques, then you learn to connect all those techniques together, then you learn the defenses against those techniques, then you practice them with your partner, and then… then you spar.

In between these stages, you condition. You drill. You condition more. Drill more. Learn more techniques. Sparring becomes a reward. As you go up in rank, the targets you are allowed to hit in sparring expand. The more difficult techniques you learn. You may then advance to other weapons, or you’ll be doing most of them at the same time.

Round and round we go.

Practice with the sword before you hold the shield. Practice with the shield before you hold the sword. Learn to wield the sword with one hand. Then with two. Then with a shield. Learn horseback riding. Learn the staff. Learn the bow. Learn the knife.

Then, once you have a base and you are lucky, you will spar against different weapon types.

If he is confident in your abilities and you have the time, he may hold a melee or allow you, his trainee, to participate in one. Or you may do so while squiring to a knight, depending on your master. What is a melee? It is a practice battle, like a real one without the death (usually).

Or, you may not get any of this. Be thrown into battle up front and be forced to learn as we go.

There’s a target point for what you want to have, and then there’s what you get. A medieval knight or squire or even a page may very well be forced into battle long before they’re “ready”. A page’s training also depends heavily on who is fostering him/her and if they care.

Knights were not given the same training. The concept of training, armed warfare, and mass conflict as we understand it today didn’t exist. They were dependent on which local lord took them under his wing, funded them, and how invested he (and his arms master) was in their training. If they got a sadist for a teacher then they got a sadist for a teacher.

The problem with the romantic “live weapon” idea most people have is that “live weapons” will better prepare you for real combat. They don’t, because nothing compares for real combat. These characters may also see combat long before they become a knight, as they’ll be squired out first and their experiences depend on what their knightly master will be doing.

Knights are a training investment of fourteen years. You don’t waste that lightly. It also costs way too much to outfit them with real shit that they will then misuse and break. Especially not when you can just give them the sturdier, more reliable shit that many others have used before them.

The same is true for the horses. They get the training ponies with the hard mouths before they ever approach a warhorse. They need to prove themselves worthy of the substantial investment which comes with equipping them.

Yes, even the sadistic masters do this. The only difference is the mind games they play while it happens.

And, yes, with the first battle it will always be “hope for the best”. Anything else, they’re kidding themselves. Training is about getting you as prepared as you can be for the real thing, but it is not the real thing and no amount of live blades in a practice arena will change that.

Which is why you don’t do it.

Besides that, there’s the injury risk. Students who don’t know what they’re doing have a greater chance of injuring themselves and others. Injuries are costly. Training relies on consistency. If you’re stuck in your room with a twisted ankle, a bruised collarbone, nevermind a serious injury like a broken bone, then your training will lapse. A student needs to stay active in order to remain viable. If they’re not then its a waste of money, equipment, and other resources like food.

You’ve got to feed them, billet them, and everything in between. If you want shock troopers that’s what the peasants are for. A knight is an investment. You push your investment. You do not break them. They then repay you with their service.

A single soldier in the United States Military costs the taxpayers around a million dollars. Their training is also among the cheapest things the military can buy. In terms of resources in the Middle Ages, the feeding, training, and equipping of a knight costs far more than that.

Think about it. And maybe do some more research.

Otherwise, you’ve got a trainer going, “I want to blow through fourteen years and nine million dollars to soothe my students’ egos!”

No.

“Anything Goes” is a Hollywood creation. You train all combatants on the assumption they’ll be killed, you want to give them the tools to survive but they’ll probably die. For this reason, you need every single one. You can’t waste them on each other. That’s a major reason why tournaments came to exist, so you could have the war and the skill without the death.

-Michi

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He was all alone in a room that was on fire. He was alone in a room with something that could, something that would destroy him.

And he never stood a chance.

 He was Jon Snow, the King in the North. He had seen corpses walking, fighting like soulless warriors. Men of ice with piercing blue eyes. Battlefields burning and the hope of hundreds crushing down right before his feet. And hell had he seen women. Beautiful, strong women. But never had he imagined that the sight of one could precipitate him into ruin.

 She was taking his breath, holding him hostage without so much as a single word. God how he hoped that she would not speak. Otherwise he knew that this was his final battle. And oh how he would loose.

The Puzzle

Jesus, this is a lot. Ryan’s the second most important person in this AU, and he’s bringing a lot of new shit with him to the table, and somehow this ended up being over 5K. Fucken wild. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! 

Ryan wasn’t quite like the others.

Oh, he was immortal of course, and his immortality worked similarly to the rest of the crew’s. He would die, his body would appear back in the last place he slept, like the others did (after their initial death, of course). Except, he got there a bit differently.

As far as he could tell, the others had been born with their immortality. They would live, die, and be stuck at that age for the rest of time. He didn’t know why that happened to them, but that was how it was.

He, on the the other hand, wasn’t born with it.

He had been a champion gladiator at the height of the Roman Empire. He was the best there was, the people adored him, as did his employer.

And, also, apparently, Mars.

The god of war was impressed with his skills in battle, and offered him a deal. Eternal Life, in exchange for his services in war.

Who was he to say no?

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Don’t let me go

Group:Bts

Memeber:Jungkook

Au: Grim Reaper,demon

PART TWO

A/n: Let me tell you,I am inspired from Goblin. Watch this drama. Is the holy drama. This is the first part of a little Jungkook series. Also the different religions reading this.I tried to keep the religion matter as neutral as possible. If you believe that this is written with a bad thought in mind or to offend someone it is not. Thank you.

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I am the person you are afraid from. I am the one with the skeleton body,black robe and а reaping hook. You mortals thought that I look like a skeleton simply because I deal with the dead. This is soo wrong. I am like the most handsome, funny man ever. You living people think everything that is dead is ugly and rotten. Hell( hell is mine creation actually. Its a piece of art) no. I am,however,prehaps rotten and dead. Inside. Inside the cage of my heart. The muscle which is supposed to pump adrenaline through my body. The muscle giving me life,love and so much more. But no. This place is empty and had been abounded centuries ago. The curse killed me a long time ago.

Things go way back in time.

I once had a wife. A very beautiful woman called Lydia. She was my whole life. I was a simple man. A sheppard. My biggest concern was if I will be able to go home on time to hug her before she closes her eyes to fall in beautiful peaceful sleep.

As always life decided to fuck everything up. God said it was time for war and suddenly my biggest concern became the smallest out of them all. Everything I had,I had to give up. It was my duty to fight for my country as a man. I fought many battles. Those in higher ranks saw potential in me and after eleven battles I became a commander. On the battlefield before what we hoped was the last battle. Ready to fight,not ready to die. I prayed like every other selfish human being that I’ll give up everyone and everything,just God let me live. Those words were the last words some people heard and the ones that left my lips before I shouted “For His majesty.” I killed many people in the battle and almost got killed more times than I can remember. But I survived. The last one to survive. The smell of Death was in the air. My breath was fading away. Youcould barely see it. My eyes started to tear up from the mixture of fear,the feeling of finally letting go and a scared scream from the consequences ahead in time. Suddenly a bright light blinded my swollen from crying eyes. And I met God. A nice man,looking trustworthy,someone who I never thought was actually real. He told me my wife,my parents, my sheeps,they were killed. That I made a choice. That I killed them when I was being selfish. My will for life,killed those who made me want to live. Lost in my fear and regret which were suddenly put upon me,I was ready to pull out the weapon and just kill myself. The man stopped my sword from moving through the flesh and stop my heart. God looked at me and told me “If you leave this Earth and become invisible as if you never existed,I will bring everyone you want back. Your family will live. Lydia will breath. I need a helper. Someone who will deal with the dead and will help them go in the afterlife. You will become the Grim Reaper. My right hand.” I was being offered a choice which wasn’t actually much of a choice. He was offering me to become a ghost. But for the sake of my love I was ready to do anything and everything. “Why are you Sir offering me this? Why me?” “You are a good man. But the sin of being selfish is a strong one. I see in your eyes love. This will be your curse. Love will be your pleasure and curse. The last man standing. The one who will walk this Earth way longer than anyone. Collecting grief and love. At the end of the day you will always be alone.” I became a sinner for wanting to live. I killed everything I believed in. But Immortality didn’t sound all that bad after all. Dealing with the dead also wasn’t a price high enough that I can’t pay for Lydia. The hesitation left me and my hand grabbed his. It was me or Lydia and my family. “Okay. Do this.” Just like that my existence was erased from the face of Earth,my name wasn’t remembered as the last commander alive,the war was doomed a fail and soon there were only the families of the dead and the memories of them to be remembered. Personally I assisted all of them in the after life making them forget the one they had been living in order for a new one to be born. But for the living organisms I was invisible,not existing. A myth surrounded by mystery. There were several cases in which people had been ablen to see me. You usually cab unless you had the vision or you were dead. And so for centuries I have met all kinds of death and people. Helping them go where their souls belong. My face haven’t aged a day since I gave my soul. A twenty years old is what you’ll see if you were able to.


1998


“Jungkook” I heard in the distance waking me from my retrospective daydream. “Yes?” I turned my head nearly hitting my forehead in one of the lamps of the nice white office. “There is something I need to tell you.” It is a full miracle. My boss is usually quiet and doesn’t have the need to see me unless it was something urgent going on in the underworld. I have known him for so many centuries that is almost not imaginable. However today there wasn’t anything special going on in my part of the holy world. “Do you remember when I took you under my wing?” the sudden questoon caught me offguard. So being little surprised the answer rolled of my lips “Of course I do.” how can I forget anyway? My heart will never forget. My Lydia. Her smile,her heart of gold. And my selfish wish which killed us. “There is something I didn’t tell you back then. One day your savior will be born. A person who will reverse the curse you caused on yourself. She will heal your wounds and you will become mortal again. She will give you the chance to live. When you die as a mortal I will give you the choice to either become the Reaper and never be able to find hope again or this time go to Heaven.” Speechless probably would’ve explain it. But it can’t. Hope? Being able to live? I have been living wihout hope so many centuries. Evryday I have been holding on the simple fact that there is hope or happy ending for me. Now after 1000 years he decides to tell me that there is someone on this planet who can cure me. My emotions are too strong. The anger boiled. The fear entered the dusted chamber of my heart. Hope started to creep out of its dungeon somewhere deep inside of me. Why didn’t he told me this earlier? Why was I living without hope all this time? Where is she? How old is she? She can be dead by now.

“Why do you tell me this now?” my voice was deadly low. I was in a position to shout,however I didn’t want to lose all my cool at once. “Was I not good enough to be told this earlier? Was I unloyal? Have I ever done something to make you doubt me? I created Hell and Heaven and made them absolutely perfect. The department of Reapers is so big that I barely have to go out now. Don’t tell me I didn’t deserve to know the truth.” I admit I did lost my cool. I was shouting and destroying whatever was around me. Angry tears were falling down my sharp cheekbones. “No you were. You finished absolutely mesmerizing job at what you were doing. Jungkook-a, tell me honestly if I had told you centuries ago,you wouldn’t have searched for her. Tell me you would’ve done your job the same way.” although angry,I knew he was right. Nothing ffrom what I’ve created probably wouldn’t have been even an idea in my head. The Earth was going to be small. I would’ve searched under every rock,in every village,city,country and continent. One thing I couldn’t understand was “Why telling me now?” “Because she has been born. The person who is going to bring you back is born. And her name is y/n. The Grim Reaper’s Bride.

2016

"Are you the Grim Reapers wife?” a ghost whispered in mine ear. She was a rather beautiful ghost. A girl not bigger than me. But this question… If I collected a dollar for everytime I had to answer it,by now I wouldn’t be going to school. “I don’t know. I haven’t seen him.” “Oh…it’s true. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Bye.” “Wait. Talk to me.” but it disappeared. Good job Y/N. 

The Grim Reapers wife.

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PART TWO

Don’t Turn Around (Steve Rogers x reader)

Requests: 

1. Can I have a one shot/fic where the reader is 18 and an avenger. She instantly became close to Steve and he’s like a protective older brother, and they’re really close. One day they all go on a mission and she tells Steve that she has a bad feeling. Sometime during the mission she goes missing. Steve is a wreck & about 6 months later they find her. When they do she’s completely broken. Shattered. She doesn’t say anything to any of them on the ride back and there’s an occasional whimper.  When they fix the physical damage she goes back to her room, and she doesn’t really leave it. They all try talking to her but she just doesn’t say much back. One night Steve wakes up in the middle of the night and just hears of crying. So he goes in to comfort her like any big bro would. Once she’s settled she tells Steve every single detail of what she went through and he finds it’s worse than what he imagined.  (It’s already angsty, so I didn’t go into these details)

2. Omg, requests are open. I was wondering if you could write a Steve x reader where they are dating and she gets captured by hydra, so Steve looks for her, finds her and helps her recover

As he sat in the back of the quinjet, relinquishing his control and allowing Sam to fly, Steve sat with an eerie stillness, with the exception of the bounce in his leg to demonstrate the withering of his last moment of patience.  His muscles were rigid and his fists clenched, with closed eyes that allowed the torturous images to continue in an endless loop like a bad movie stuck on repeat. You had told him that something felt wrong before that last mission together.  You told him that you thought they should retreat back, but as usual, he didn’t listen.  He didn’t listen, and now it had been six months since he had last seen you. Because of his own damn insistence on thinking he knew best, you were missing and this was the first lead that they had caught the trail of in that whole time. 

“Steve, I swear, you’re shaking the whole jet. Stop it.”

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anonymous asked:

'Many headed Hydra.' A tired Obi-Wan talking about the Senate?

The meeting had been going on for ages and Anakin kind of wished that Palpatine had never gotten him a spot on the council, never asked him to spy or that the council had asked him in return to spy on his friend.

All talking about the Sith master and where he was.

Suddenly Shaak groaned loudly, rubbing her monterals. “Its like hunting a damn hydra.”

“A hydra?” Anakin frowned.

It was Obi-Wan who answered, the of juice cup a padawan had come by after the fifth hour of the meeting pressed to his lips lightly as he did. “A hydra is a creature of mythology, said to be immortal and almost indestructible. A dragon like creature with many heads though the account of original heads varies between three and nine.” He murmured, eyes trained on the window. “Cut one head off and two grows back… but find the dragons main head and cut it off, cauterize the area and no head grows back and that’s the only head that matters for its survival. Always in the middle, always protected.” His eyes glittered.

He got up, cup still in hand as he moved to the back of his chair, staring out the window at the Senate, a dark mood taking over the council room. “Like the many heads of the Senate.”

“Obi-Wan.” Mace voice came low in warning even as Anakin jumped a bit in shock in his chair, staring at Obi-Wan.

The redhead looked back, a thunderous frown on his face. “Like we haven’t all thought it Mace, practically none of those sitting in there are elected by their people but sent by the monarchs and the presidents of their planets. Fighting for their seat of power and not for their people because its the monarchs they have to please, not their people.” Obi-Wan scowled and sat his cup down on the window sill. “And while they hide on Coruscant, the Galaxy around them fights and die while they bicker over meaningless bureaucracy. I read a transcript that detailed parking spots, parking spots in a war time deserved a four hour long discussion.” He sneered. “Its disgusting, its always been disgusting and I’m tired of pretending otherwise.”

It felt like someone had pulled the rug out on Anakin and a quick glance around told him that this was not unusual.

That Obi-Wan had uttered such a thing before.

“Obi-Wan, I know you’re upset and we’ve been here for a long time bu-” Depa got cut off.

“And like this council is any better.” Obi-Wan huffed, still staring at the Rotunda. “Sitting up here in the tower like a damsel waiting to be rescued, waving our handkerchiefs and making rules and demands. Hypocrites all of us.” He dropped his forehead against the cool surface. “Has it occurred to anyone that we’re all going to die?”

There was a crisp silence.

Anakin felt like foundation had been shaken loose, floating in mid air as none of the council members answered his former master.

“I keep hoping that when I die, its going to be on a battlefield, with Anakin somewhere around.” Obi-Wan quietly confessed, passing a hand over his weary eyes as he withdrew from the window.

Hand pressed to it, he sighed. “…We’ve become so insulated and stern and unapproachable that the people we’re suppose to fight for no longer trust us, may even celebrate our deaths. To closely tied to the Senate and politics. We even agreed to be Generals in a war with men made of flesh and bones against droids… I can tell you the name of every single trooper under my command, living or dead. I can tell you how they feel in the Force, I can tell you what their favorite alcoholic drink is and I can tell you which of them can sing a drinking song.” He dropped his hand, staring at them. “Living or dead, I still remember which of them could sing.”

There was a weary light in Obi-Wan’s eyes, shadows far to long and stretched too thin. “Obi-Wan…” Anakin lost his words, unsure what to say.

Green tired eyes flickered over him then back to the rest. “…Jedi in control of a slave army, basically children some of them. Lights in the Force snuffing out with every battle, people with the ability to create and love and worship and sing… and here they are…dying.” He looked away again, staring at the Rotunda once again. “…I’m half tempted to take every man under my command and flee into Wild space.” He snorted, settling his head against the window.

Anakin glanced around before getting up and moving to his master’s side, settling his hand on his shoulder and smiling worriedly at him.

Obi-Wan couldn’t even manage that, staring up at Anakin before settling his head against the others collarbone. “…I’m so tired of watching them die.”

the boy stood up,
with great heaviness in his heart.
his hair shone yellow,
as his mind fell apart.

in his fist, 
he clutched a handful of flowers.
below him laid his friend,
shot in battle from the highest tower.

the goner’s hands were spread,
fingers reaching one last time,
but the microphone was dead,
and his lips issued no rhyme.

the yellow-haired boy,
laid his hand on his friend’s chest
and set down the wilting flowers,
for one final rest.

the lights of the show dimmed,
the drums gave one final crash.
the enemy would win,
the music stopped at last.

sadness reigned on this battlefield,
and all believed hope was lost.
but through the shrapnel escaped a bird,
through a door that all had believed was locked.

in its beak it held a paper with lyrics,
to pass on to the world.
strength in the music,
to be released once the note was unfurled.

and while this Hope carried,
away on wings of the wind,
the drummer joined the singer,
and let Blurryface win.

Masterlist

JB:

Wake (ft. Jackson) (Angst/One-shot/Finished)- “There’s no such thing as accident. It is FATE misnamed. -Napoleon Bonaparte”

Battlefield (AU/One-shot/Finished (?))- “ The two most powerful warriors are patience and time. -Leo Tolstoy”

Im JB’s Wife (Fluff/Chaptered/Finished)- “A strong marriage rarely has two strong people at the same time. It is a husband and a wife who take turns being strong for each other in the moments when the other feels weak. -Ashley Willis”

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 Epilogue


Mark:


Jackson:


Jinyoung:

Twice the Love (HS AU/Chaptered/Finished)- “Somewhere between all our laughs, long talks, stupid little fights, and lames jokes… I fell in love.”

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Epilogue


Youngjae:

Now I Know (Fluff/One-shot/Finished)- “When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love. -Marcus Aurelius”

Give Me a Sign (Angst/One-shot/Finished)- “Love is the person you think about during sad songs.”

Curses and Miracles (SMUT/Series/On-going)- “Experience, which destroys innocence, also leads one back to it. -James Arthur Baldwin”

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Epilogue


Bambam:

Only Hope (Angst/One-shot/Finished)- “When the one you love is gone, does the love disappear with it?”


Yugyeom:

I Loved You First (College AU/Chaptered/Finished)- “I know they say that first love is the sweetest but that first cut is the deepest.”

Prologue 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 Epilogue Yugyeom’s Journal


ALL:

Clandestine (Fantasy AU/Chaptered/On-going)- “They say turning eighteen means you are officially into a new world.”

Tales of DSoul Cafe (Fluff/One-shot Series/On-going)- “What on earth can be more luxurious than a sofa, a book, and a cup of coffee. -Anthony Troloppe”

Latte (Yugyeom), Cappuccino (Bambam), Mocha (Youngjae), Ristretto, Macchiato (Jackson), Red Eye (Jaebum), Americano, Anniversary Special

Specious (Angst/Chaptered/On-going)- “The best way of keeping a secret is to pretend there isn’t one. -Margaret Atwood”

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Epilogue


JJP

Bizarre (Fantasy AU, SMUT/Chaptered/On-going)- “ Love isn’t a decision. It’s a feeling. If we could decide who we loved, it would be much simpler, but much less magical.  -Trey Parker and Matt Stone”

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“Sormik’s New Year”, or “Soreo’s New Year’s evening”, or “Fluff that changed into flu disaster” The whole thing in one post.

It took some time but I think this comic is my best drawing work so far. Trying to copy Zestiria style taught me a lot. I was going to make one page per week but life is life. Anyway I’m happy to finish one of my projects. About the story and side information about it, I already wrote a lot on each page I posted. I left those posts if you would like to check them for those informations. There’s a lot of my personal talk too… Sorry but I rather don’t have anyone to talk with about manga, anime and games beside this tumblr. I hope this sormik story will make you smile or at least warm your hearts.

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(Spoilers for GotG 2)

So I do know that it is highly unlikely, but I would absolutely love if, after Infinity War, Peter would meet his Grandpa again.

Think about it - it’s very likely Peter’s first time back on Terra. He never went back – probably Yondu didn’t let him, to ensure Ego wouldn’t get wind of Meredith’s child being alive and well and kept away from him.

And Peter’s Grandpa did not only lose his daughter to cancer that one day, most likely after weeks and months of fighting the disease, but he also lost his grandson that day. Suddenly gone with no hint of where he had went, who had taken him – as if he had vanished from Earth. (Well, surprise there.)

Perhaps Peter wished to go back once in a while, but was not allowed to, was stopped by the Ravagers when he tried. Perhaps he just gave up one day, thinking that his family was better off without him, anyway, after all these years.

Perhaps he thinks that they have just forgotten about him by now.

Perhaps Peter’s Grandpa spent years looking for his grandson. Perhaps one day – especially after the otherworldly fights the Avengers had had a few times (which had been in the news), after seeing that there is more to our universe than he believed before, Peter’s Grandpa starts to wonder if Meredith had been right, if there is something out there, in space.

Perhaps, just perhaps, that’s where Peter has vanished to – the stars, like Meredith always wished for. Star Lord, the name echoes faintly in his memories and awakens a tiny, silly hope that Peter is still out there, somewhere.  

And then there is this huge war, the Infinity War, it’s all over the news, it’s on TV, even some live scenes that some crazy reporters have filmed can be seen there, and it’s then and there that Peter’s Grandpa almost gets a heart attack because… because…

… because there, among all that chaos, all those things that shouldn’t be real, shouldn’t exist – aliens, and, and magic and things he couldn’t even imagine before – there, he catches a glimpse of someone that seems to be a ghost and yet so absolutely, wonderfully alive.

A young man, with Meredith’s eyes and her hair and with that bright sun-like smile that he knows from his grandson, and with more pride and stubbornness and defiance than they have ever taught him… dancing on a battle field and then firing weapons at aliens (who taught him fighting, gods above) and circling through the air with a damned jetpack of all things, what is this silly, reckless boy doing…

And there is nothing stopping Peter’s Grandpa anymore – he’s up and about, hastening to get ready, to drive or fly as fast as he can to what had been a battlefield only shortly before.

Because the hope is back, burning like a wildfire, morphing into knowing as he goes, feeling years younger again.

Because Peter is alive, and he is here.

And there is a whole bunch of questions he has for his grandson.  

My Girl’s in the Army

Summary/Request: 40!s bucky where the reader pretends to be a guy and joins the army? Fluff or smut is alright if you’re alright with it <3

Pairing: 40s!Bucky x Reader (and i added some lil cameos;).)

Warnings: mentions of sex

A/N: This is kinda similar to my Commandos fic if you wanna put it that way. :)

Collapsing on the bed, you breathed heavily. Smiling at the ceiling, you laughed, pulling the covers up to your chest to look at the beautiful site next to you. Your boyfriend, Bucky laid back, chest panting as beads of sweat trickled down his forehead from the previous actions.

“What a great goodbye gift.” He breathed, pulling you closer as he laughed. “Thank you for that, doll.”

You smiled up at him, arms folded between your chests as you caught the site of him. He was going off to the army again, only spending a few days with you until he was off. He was off to England to meet Steve again, fighting with his new group of Howling Commandos with Peggy Carter, your best friend.

Bucky didn’t know that you worked undercover with her. You worked alongside with her and the newest soldier, Steve for the SSR. You were friends with Steve before he was one of the lab rats for Project Rebirth, knowing him and Bucky since he was small. He knew the two of you were dating, even predicting that you guys would in the future.

You figured you’d tell Bucky when the time was right, maybe today or tomorrow when you shipped out to England a flight after him.

“You’re most certainly welcome, soldier.” You huffed. He now laid on his side, pulling away from your grasp to admire your weak figure.

He sighed as you massaged his scalp with your fingers. “I’m gonna miss you. I’m surprised you’re still with me after these months of not being together.” He admitted. If he only knew.

“I’m filled with surprises, Buck. You should know that by now.” You shrugged. “But just know - I tell you every day that even though I’m not there, I’m always closer than you think.” You gave him an assuring smile.

And you were closer than ever to him. You did miss him, even though you two shared the same battlegrounds. You knew he was only a few tents over from you, but Peggy always insists that you don’t get yourself too distracted and it would be best if he didn’t know. You weren’t allowed to see him much. Peggy’s orders.

But you couldn’t keep a secret forever, so you told her. She told you that he would probably be angry with you, so you kept your disguise, tying your hair up and shoving it into one of their green camouflage hats. Steve didn’t know, either. Even if him and Peggy were what seemed like dating, she didn’t tell him anything.

The bedside clock dinged beside you, causing Bucky to groan out. Reaching over your body, he clicked the off button and rolled off the bed.

“Hey, where you going so early?” You pouted, rolling to the edge of the bed to tug his wrist.

“Gotta go to work, remember?” He laughed, putting his green hat on you. You smiled. “4 am isn’t early, baby.”

“For you it isn’t.” You smiled. “But I guess that’s how you soldiers work, since you work all day, leaving your dames here. Alone.” You sighed out, flipping your body so your head hung upside down on the mattress.

“Always overdramatic, are we?” He laughed, putting his uniform back on. “I told you. 12 weeks, alright? They’ll fly by sooner than expected, I can promise that.”

He was now fully clothed in his uniform again, you putting his hat on for him as you admired him from your view. “12 weeks?” You asked, pulling the belt loops of his pants.

He leaned down to your height. “12 weeks.” Bucky dipped his head down to give you an upside down kiss, holding your jaw in place as the rim of his hat lightly touched your adam’s apple.

Bucky walked out the door of your small apartment, saluting to you as you blew a kiss to him. Climbing out of bed, it was your turn to get ready, making sure that you took separate flights oversea.



It was now 10 am in England as you slipped out of the small jeep that drove you to the tents. Walking out the doors, Peggy greeted you with your uniform in hand.

“Late again, Agent Y/L/N.” She tisked. Shaking your head, you grabbed the uniform in her hands and ducked into the tent to change. She waited right outside the door for you. “Flight was well?”

“Yeah. A bit bumpy, but I’ve had worse.” You laughed, pulling your pants and shirt on. You wore your usual high-waist dark green pants matched with a thick jacket. Pulling your hair up, you stuck it into the hat and walked out. “They here yet?” You asked.

Peggy shook her head, writing something down on her notes as the two of you went into the open space of the field. “Nope, not yet. They’re arriving any minute now, but Steve is here.” She said, handing one of her papers to her assistant. “You’re telling him, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I don’t want to be guilty for the rest of my life.” You admitted. Getting a smile from Peggy, her eyes widened as you talked. “What?”

“Rogers. He’s here. Hide.” She said, shooing you away. Quickly ducking your head, you turned the opposite way of the two, now waiting outside of the plane that had landed. He was here.

“Howard, how are you?” You greeted, spotting him walking out of one of the tents. He smiled when he saw you, embracing you in a hug.

“Peggy number 2!” He teased. “Finally you’re here. Been waiting for you. Say, have you seen the 107th?”

Smiling as you saw another plane land, you pointed. “Right over there.”

Taking his que to leave, he ran to the plane to usher the soldiers out to line up and do their jobs. You watched from you place next to Peggy now, admiring the men warming up. Finally you saw him. All clad out in his uniform, you sighed at the site. He looked the same since he left, now only a little dirtier.

You saw Bucky’s eyes light up as he saw Steve, engulfing his best friend in a hug.

“Will you ladies stop admiring my soldiers here?” The two of you heard a voice behind you, belonging to Colonel Chester Phillips. “Or as least move it to a place they won’t see you.” He shook his head.

“Colonel Phillips, happy to see you back.” You greeted, shaking his hand. He gladly responded.

“Have fun on your fleet week?” He asked dully.

You laughed, leading him into the tent. “If I were in the Navy, sir but thank you for that small break. I sure hope you get one soon.” You smiled.

“You’re too kind, Y/L/N.” He said sarcastically. “Want another privilege? Introduce yourself to the recruits since they haven’t seen your full face yet. Dumb asses think you’re a man for crying out loud.” He shook his head as he disappeared somewhere else.

You couldn’t help but laugh, it was true. They’d seen you walk around the place, thinking you were some random citizen just scoping out the place. Little did they know that you were technically their boss.

“Now’s your time to shine, Y/N.” Peggy smiled, holding the doors open for you. Stepping out into the dirt, you sighed. “Soldiers, in line!” Peggy yelled. The men automatically responded to her by falling into two straight lines, facing her. Steve walked out of the dirt to stand beside her, eyes widening when he caught a side glance at your face. You looked down.

She slowly walked around to examine the men, earning their brightest attention. “I’d like to introduce you to someone. Y/L/N, come out.” She nodded. You walked out to the fields to meet her by her side as she whispered for you to introduce yourself.

“Men, my name is Y/N, Y/L/N. Part of the SSR and the SOE, I’ve been an Agent with Ms. Carter for five years.” You began. Bucky’s eyes widened as he heard the sound of your name, as did Steve’s.

You walked around to meet their faces one by one. You explained yourself to them, stating that you would work alongside them, and have been watching over them secretly. “And folks, I can assure you,” You took your hat off to reveal your hair as it flowed out of the cap. “That I am a woman, seeing as though you don’t truly believe that.”

Some of the soldiers whistled, causing you to roll your eyes at Peggy. You stopped by a man that caught your attention. Facing him, he smirked. “Hot damn.” He breathed.

“Just because I am no Agent Carter does not mean that I can’t treat you like she does to you,” You grabbed ahold of one of his name tags harshly. “Mr. Dugan.” You politely smiled, soon dropping.

“I’ve had pleasure with meeting you all and I hope to see you all on the battlefield.” You saluted, responding in them saluting back as you walked off.

“Nicely done.” Colonel Phillips complimented. “Little harsh, but it’ll do.” You smiled at him as you walked off, placing your hat on one of the shelves.

“Y/N!” You heard your name being called. Turning around, you met Steve who was running in your direction.

“Steve!” You smiled, bringing him in a hug.

“You have so much explaining to do!” He said, pulling from the hug. “But I’m glad to see you here. Five years, really?”

You nodded. “Five years with her.” You laughed. “And you thought you knew her longer. Ha!” You joked. Steve laughed along with you, putting his shield on his back as he walked with Peggy.

“No special hello?” Your heard an all too familiar voice call for you. Turning once more you saw Bucky walk over as he saluted to you. Saluting back, you met him half way.

“Bucky…” You sighed. “I know I should’ve told you earlier-“

“You kidding?” He interrupted. “And I thought I was as badass as you, doll!” He laughed, pulling you to his chest. You sighed as you hugged him tightly, inhaling the smell of his uniform.

“Just couldn’t go five hours without you, that’s all.” You lightly smiled pulling back. “Are you mad at me? If you are, you have every right to be.”

He sighed. “I thought about it, but I had no reason to be. I mean, working for the army you gotta have some secrets, especially if you’re with Peggy, the SSR and the SOP.” He smiled. “But yeah, you have a lot of explaining to do.”

“I know, I know.. I was so nervous in telling you. Hey, at least we don’t have to worry about each other being away for a long time.”

“So you were with me this whole time?” He questioned.

You nodded. “This whole time.”

“You’re gonna join the Howling Commandos?”

“Of course.”

“You’re an Agent?”

“You heard my title.”

“Man. I thought I was as cool as you.” He laughed, making you smile. “You know I’m being teased for dating a man, right?”

You laughed. “I mean, everyone thought you were with Stevie for quite a while now..” You trailed.

“Who can I blame?” He shrugged, hugging your waist to pull you closer. You wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders.

“We can be the badass, odd couple now when we get back home.” You offered.

My girl’s an agent in the army. Wow.” He breathed. “So, after all those nights with rewarded goodbye sex, I was gonna always see you in the morning?”

“You’re very smart at this game.” You smiled. “You didn’t have to be so rough last night when I was gonna be stalking you a few hours later.” You shrugged.

“You’re crazy.” He laughed. “I can’t…I can’t believe you’re here.”

“Like I said, I’m filled with surprises, right?” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

“Definitely.” He pulled your hand to wrap it around his. “Now let’s introduce you to the Howling Commandos.“