it's kind of funny because i always thought they looked a bit alike

Sparks Fly

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: In 1919, while looking for ripper Stefan, who went missing nearly a year ago, you have a very pleasant meeting with one the oldest vampires in existence: Klaus Mikaelson. 

Warnings: slight smut, bad words and, oh, well, it’s a vampire imagine, there’s gotta be a little blood. haha

N/A - Not quite as you requested, but I hope you like the same way, anon. :) Also, you guys could read this while listening to Sparks Fly by Taylor Swift. I heard it repeatedly when I was writing this one. 

Word Count: 2326 

Dear Damon,

I am aware of the promise I made to sent you a letter every month, so you know that I’m alive, but things have been a bit messy lately. Moving from one place to another has not given me much time to write; actually, my only true focus is finding our brother and getting him back to his oldself. Perhaps I’ll be able to do that here in New Orleans, which, by the way, is a wonderful city. You should be here to see the night lights and cheerful dances.

Oh, shucks! That reminded me I have got to meet up with my friend Lexi in twenty minutes at this famous pub. Apparently, the Original family is here (yes, the one who created all other vampires) and goes there every evening, she thought it would be a cool way to blow off some steam while we don’t find Stefan.

She might have a solid point.

Well, I will not extend myself, for I have to leave, however, don’t worry about me, everything is fine and I got the feeling this it. So, soon enough, we’ll be joining you in Paris.

I miss like crazy those cold winter days…

Anyway, kisses and hugs to you from your loving sister

                                                                                                    Love you,


You dropped the exquisite pen on the table and sighed, thinking that what you were telling him was more than enough. Sure Damon would be pleased to hear you were still breathing, because, in his mind, chasing emotionless Stefan was dead end job. Not that he was wrong, but you were never the kind of girl who would leave someone behind, especially if that someone was your own flash and blood.

“Y/N Salvatore!” A voice cut through the silence of your house. “I can’t believe you’re not ready yet.”

“Hey, Lexi.” You smiled and stood up, moving smoothly towards the majestic mahogany wood wardrobe. “I completely forgot we were supposed to go out tonight! That’s why I’m not…”

“Don’t make excuses!”

“I’m not making any.” This time an angry huff slipped, as you diverted your eyes to the well hung dresses, not being sure which one you were going to pick.

The blonde woman, who was with arms crossed against the wall next to your door’s bedroom, rolled her eyes and cave in, as usual, approaching to help you get dressed. She always had a good eye for those stuff, making anyone advised by her look hauntinly fabulous.

A short time later, after your friend decided what was suitable for the place, you stared yourself in the mirror, feeling ready to steal any man’s heart because the baby pink gown you had on highlighted your every curve, also giving an insinuating gleam to your once innocent traits. Absolutely perfect to a girls night out.

“We should go.” Lexi blurted out, after checking on the huge clock placed in one corner. “It’s getting late.”

“I’m sure that doesn’t matter” Your reply was gentle, as you worked on your Y/H/C wild curls. “But if it means that much to you, we can go now. And, maybe, we’ll find Stefan there, or at least a lead on his whereabouts.”

“Oh no.” The girl rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “We’re shutting off the ‘get my baby brother back’ thing for a night.”


“Shush. Don’t argue with me.” Now her index finger was pointed sharply on your face. “And listen: I know you love him and that he is very important. However, not everything is about Stefan. Or Damon. You are your own person, so live a bit and enjoy the pleasures of life.”

Somehow, you were not able to shout out a rude response. Instead, after a couple of minutes, you exhaled tiredly and nodded, agreeing that she was right. Lexi squeezed the nude skin of your shoulder and you glanced at her, finding her so sweet and so comforting brown eyes.

“Can we please have some fun now?”

“Sure, blondie.”

“Now that’s the Y/N I know.”

You two shared a quick laugh and left the cosy pension room, going to your natural habitat: the darkness.

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FIC: The light that shrivels a mountain, chapter 1

Pairing: eventually a slow burn Sara Ryder/Harry Carlyle story
Summary They will need new terms for everything now, a whole new vocabulary for their existence. Sara Ryder and Harry Carlyle try to get their bearings in a new galaxy as they find themselves closer to each other than they ever expected.

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Sharing Problems

Characters: Seokjin x Reader x Junmyeon

Word count: 2127

Contains: mutual masturbation, obviously just smut, multiple partners, jealousy, just a really strange combination I actually don’t know why I did this

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Six Shades of Red

Imagine being a on call researcher (kind of like Bobby) and working with the Winchesters every now and then. You can’t help but fall for Sam, however you are about the shyest person and Dean loves to tease you about it. But luckily Sam thinks its adorable.

The day started out like any other, some coffee, a little web browsing and checking in with some hunters you had been working with. That is until the phone rang
~Carry on my wayward son, there will be peace when you are done…~

You knew that ringtone. Winchesters.

As you went for your phone, your mind couldn’t help but to drift to the Younger one. You secretly hoped it was him on the other end of the phone. Not that you had anything against Dean, You just preferred Sam.

You swiped across the screen and hit speaker, “Hello ”

“Y/N” Sam greeted and your heart fluttered. you felt like the most pathetic school girl pining over him like this but you couldn’t help it. “We need you to dig up anything you can on…. ” and the line when dead. You panicked. Your mind immediately jumping to the worst That is until the phone rang again making you jump.

“SAM!” You gasp, relieved that he was still there.

“Relax,Y/N . We just ran into a bit of a situation, nothing too bad but, no you know what we are in some deep stuff here. We need you, like really need you. How fast can you get here?”


Next thing you knew you were on your way to meet the boys.

As you pulled into the parking lot of the motel you noted the impala and parked right next to it. As you get out of the car you are startled and draw your gun only to be greeted by the warm presence that was Sam Winchester. You of course blushed, one because your jumpiness embarrassed you, and two because you always blushed around Sam, even for the stupidest things like being in, oh I don’t know a mile radius of him. This trip should be interesting you think to your self as you put your gun back into your waistband.

“Y/N”, Sam greeted you with those dreamy hazel eyes and that open smile … damn those dimples. You stood in shock not knowing what to do when he came in for a hug.  You tried to be as casual as possible but that wasn’t in your vocabulary apparently.

Sam helped you get your stuff into your room and the two of you walked next door to he and Dean’s room.

“Hey ,Y/N” Dean greeted as he flopped down on the crappy couch with a beer. “Beer?” he offered.

“No thanks.” You say as you go to plug in your laptop. You sat down at the table opening the browser. “So what do we know about this thing so far?”

“Nothing really. none of its behavior is matching anything we’ve ever seen.” Sam said as he slid into the chair to the left of you. His close proximity already making you flustered and distracted. All the sudden he got up and leaned over you typing on your keyboard. “Here you have to see this.” he said as he pulled up an article from the local paper. and then a video a witness shot. Now you were in full on nervous mode. You could feel the heat radiating off of him and you ddnt know what to do. When he turned around to get a bottle of water from the fridge, you looked up long enough to be met with emerald eyes and a shit eating grin. You blushed furiously knowing that Dean knew. You’d never live this down.

Sam made his way back to his chair and asked “ So what did you think?” You were staring at your screen so intently as to avoid eye contact with Dean that you didn’t hear Sam. “Y/N” he repeated louder making you jump. This earned a chuckle from Dean at which point you shot him a bitch face, making him laugh even harder. “Are you alright Y/N ?” Sam asked. you didn’t have to look at him to know that concern was etched on that beautiful face of his.

You could feel the heat in your cheeks and decided not to look at him “Yes Sam. Just a little zoned out that all.” You tried to sound as convincing as possible.

After a little more research Sam stood up and stretched announcing he was going to get a shower. You were still looking at your laptop when the bathroom  door closed and the water started running. “So Y/N’s got a thing for Sammy!” Dean chuckled as he made his way to the table. Your face was burning at this point. “You know I think you two…” You got up darting for the door. Dean cut you off though. Damn those hunter reflexes. “Woah where you going? all I was gonna say is that you two are a lot alike”

Your face flushed  big time. “ You really need to get that under control though. you have like five different shades of red when Sammy is involved.” he grinned.

“I do not!” you tried to retort but your face limited your effectiveness.

“Yes you do. You have one shade for when someone mentions him. One shade for when you think of him. one shade for when he is near you, one shade for when he looks at you/ speaks to you, and one for when he touches you.” he held up his hand and looked at you triumphantly as your face just got redder and redder.

You two kept on with this agreement and you all but jumped out of your skin when the bathroom door opened. “What are you guys talking about?” Sam asked looking confused as he exited the bathroom clad only in a towel while  drying his hair with another towel. Your face was scorching hot now as you quickly diverted your attention.

“Make that six shades of red” Dean burst out laughing and you just went to your room.

a couple minutes later you heard a knock on your door. You looked through the peephole to see it was Sam. You opened the door and he greeted you with a his kind of smile that made your heart melt. “So Y/N…” Oh God he knows. you thought.

“Look Sam, I can explain.”

“Good because I still don’t know what happened in there and Dean is too busy rolling on the floor laughing to tell me. Was it something I did. I don’t remember doing anything funny. and what is he talking about ‘shades of red’? ” he asked furrowing his brow in confusion.

“Its complicated. ” You looked away as to avoid giving it away.

“If you and Dean are seeing each other in any sense just tell me”

“WHAT!? God no. ew.”

“Oh Good.” did he just sigh like he was relieved. well maybe he just doesn’t want things to be awkward. it doesn’t mean anything. All of the sudden he grabbed your chin and made you look at him. “Why won’t you look at me?” he questioned. Your face flushed big time. “If I make you uncomfortable, im sorry. I don’t mean to invade your space.”

“No Sam its no that at all” you giggled. seriously did you just giggle like a little school girl.

“Well what is it then?"  He inquired as he stepped closer to you with a grin on his face. He knows, He knows.

"Uhh Um. Um ” You stutter trying to make a sensible sentence form.

Before you knew it he had our face cradled in his hands looking down at your bright red face. “You know, You’re so unbelievably adorable when you blush” just when you though your face couldn’t get any ore red.

“Make that seven shades of red.” You both laughed.

“Oh, that’s what the six different shades of red came from.” he laughed.

“Ain’t nothin slow about you Winchester.” and with that he brought his lips to yours in the softest, most love felt kiss ever.

When you pulled away you could feel the heat in your cheeks and laughed. “eight?”

“Okay we better stop before we reach ten” You looked back up at him and he placed another kiss on your lips just as Dean walked up.

“Oh thank God its about time.”

“Oh yea Dean, its now eight shades of red.”

This time he was the one to blush. “I don’t wanna know.” he waved his hand and shook his head as he walked away. You and Sam laughed hysterically and high fived to celebrate your victory in annoying Dean.

GOT7 Reacting to seeing you with a Close Guy Friend

A/N: Hey! I’m back once again… The school year is ending for me with four more days left, really nervous tbh but excited for a fresh new start, you know? Also, if you guys know, I have down this scenario but for a different group so I thought it would be pretty cool to do it for GOT7. Anyway, enjoy!


So, I feel like Mark is pretty chill, he’s not really the kind of guy to get jealous. Today was probably a day where he was a little more sensitive and felt the need to be around you, only to see your guy friend around you. He would be patting your back as you would be smiling back, talking from afar. Mark won’t burst at him but he’ll walk up to the two of you. 

“Sorry, can I have Y/N right now– or the whole day?” Mark would ask but before he could answer, you would already be stolen by Mark who had his arm wrapped around your waist securely, speed walking away. 


I can definitely see JB being alike to Mark but a bit more protective. He’s a pretty calm guy who doesn’t mind acting crazy around you but sometimes he’s not having a great day. When he sees you with your guy friend, talking together, one on one, he would feel the burning jealousy right away and would not let go of the feeling. He would “coincidentally” walk past you guys and when you see him you would stare at him as you would call his name. JB would look at you, hands in his pockets and say, 

“Oh, you were here too?” as if he had no clue. You would excuse yourself from your guy friend and go over to JB as you had a few things to discuss with him, causing JB’s day to be better as he gets to see you. 


I see Jackson as a more, crazy, 4D, amazing guy (the reason why you fell for him) who’d probably be a jealous type. I can see him stiffen whenever your guy friend is around and would always act a little more glum seeing him talk to you. One day, you were laughing at your guy friend’s joke as Jackson was about to walk up to you, his jealousy on a rise this time as he would quickly walk over. 

“Oh hey, Y/N, what’s so funny?” Jackson would ask, giving a fake smile as you noticed his uncomfortable smile. 

“Its this cheesy joke ____ made. You okay?” you would ask worriedly, poking his cheek as he would hug you while whispering something in your ear that caused you to asked your guy friend if you could leave. 

“I’m jealous~” Jackson would whisper, causing you to light up inside as you thought Jackson jealous was adorable. After leaving with Jackson, you would give him the limelight he wanted, not to mention that you loved giving him that light because he would make you feel loved just as much. 


He’s the most caring boyfriend anyone can ask for but I see him as in between someone who is the jealous type and someone who’s just not at all. You, JR., and your guy friend were hanging out together as you passed by him until your guy friend suddenly patted your head and hugged you goodbye. That would trigger JR. and he would feel quite jealous as he would say, “Group hug!” and hug you and your guy friend, causing you and him to stop hugging. When your guy friend left, JR. couldn’t help but say something about what happened. 

“Don’t let other guys hug you, I know you love me more but still~” Jr. would whine, causing you to smile from his protectiveness. 

“Definitely, it won’t happen again~” you would reply as you would kiss his cheek while he was pouting, causing him to deflate his cheeks and smile at you, ruffling your hair. 


I see Youngjae as someone who is more on the jealous side rather than normal. If your guy friend talks to you and was about to make contact with you like putting his arm around you playfully, that’s when Youngjae would step in. He would see your guy friend inching his arm around you as Youngjae would beat him to it, causing your guy friend to quickly put his arm back, causing Youngjae to smile in victory. You, slow, did not know what just happened as you leaned on Youngjae who was smiling brightly. 


So, I see Bambam as a jealous type, definitely something that doesn’t match with you + your guy friend. Whenever you were around your guy friend or your guy friend would walk with you and Bambam, Bambam could not help but pout in sadness. When one day you were ignoring Bambam because of your guy friend, he would quickly pull you away from him, walking off quickly from him, leaving both you and your guy friend shocked. You would quickly get off Bambam’s grasp as you question what was wrong with him. 

“I’m sorry… It’s just that, you and your guy friend– the two of you look like you were dating when we’re dating, it’s not fair~” Bambam would say, causing you to smile softly. 

“You could have just said that.” you would reply, putting your arm around him as he would then slowly smile back, the two of you walking together to who knows where. 


The same as Bambam, I see Yugyeom as a jealous type too. He seems to keep quiet when he’s jealous, not wanting to tell you since he was scared that you would be annoyed by that. When Yugyeom would not talk at all, whether you or your guy friend forced him to say something, you would excuse you and Yugyeom to privately talk. You would ask him what was wrong and that you were not going to move and he wasn’t either if he didn’t tell you since you were so worried. 

“I’m sorry. I’m– uh– j-jealous…” Yugyeom would say quietly, surprising you. 

“Really?” you would ask as Yugyeom would whisper a silent “yes” causing you to laugh, making him blush. 

“Yah, don’t laugh it’s not funny.” Yugyeom would say after seeing you clapping like a seal. 

“I’m sorry~ it’s just that I couldn’t tell you were jealous. I’ll make sure to stop making you feeling that, okay? Tell me anything.” you would reply, wiping a tear from your eye from laughing so much, kissing his cheek quickly before the two of you held hands together. 

Strange Magic: Hello Stranger

A Strange Magic AU that I’ve decided I desperately need

Because dainesanddaffodils and a few others were actually excited about the idea with me. So here it is. The head canon of what this story would look like. Until I finish my one shot tomorrow, I figured I’d just catch up with a bunch of AU’s. 

Marianne, due to be wed to Roland in a few short weeks, is near the border of primroses, trying to find decorations for the ceremony. Instead, she finds something hidden in the grasses. A staff, thrown through the thicket during a brawl and lost. Near frantic, its owner had to give up searching. Goblins didn’t just go into the Fairy Kingdom without protection, after all.

Not sure who’s it is, but not being foolish enough to traverse through the Forest as a Fairy, she places it just inside the canopy of trees with a note.

Found this. Looked important. To whomever was stupid enough to leave something out here, don’t do it again. Next time I’ll steal it and paint it pink and you’ll never be able to find out that I did it and I’ll laugh at you from the safety of my Kingdom. 

The next day she goes back to see if its still there. It isn’t. However, in its place is a note. 

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Uncharted Territory

Book One: Mare Incognitum

Fandom: Pokémon
Pairing: Hardenshipping, Maxie/OMC, OMC/OMC
Word Count: 5907 - for this part / 13.147 up to now
Rating: M

Summary: After the events of Omega Ruby and the subsequent Delta Episode, Maxie - having to live with the knowledge that his misguided ambitions almost turned turned all of Hoenn to dust - clings to the scrambled remains of his self-worth by idealizing his family heritage, while Archie does his best to find out the truth about his own lineage. Due to unforseen circumstances, they stumble right into the shared history of their ancestors, only to realize that history is always written by the winning side, that old habits and prejudices are hard to get rid of, and that even three hundred years ago, super-ancient Pokémon have always been used to change and rule the world.

Contains: timetravel, alternate versions of canon characters, pirates, dub-con, attempted non-con, major and minor character deaths, OCs fucking in the distance, that one character who is a complete monster, Pokémon abuse, torture, sword fights, Pokémon fights, incest(?)

This story can also be read at my fic account and will be crossposted anywhere soon enough. Chapter artworks are done by meltingpenguins, beta-reading is done by the wonderful Vauvenal unbeta-ed for now, the beta-reader is away for a week. Sorry.

Prologue / Chapter One / Chapter Two

„Just so you know,“ he said - no, yelled - ten minutes later when they had left Mauville behind and were now sitting in the backs of their Crobats, fingers curled up in the short fur in the hopes of not falling down and breaking every bone in their bodies (no, Maxie wasn’t afraid of heights, but he knew that there were certain things that should be taken seriously. Things that might kill him, for example. On the other hand, Groudon could have killed them all, and he hadn’t even wasted one thought on this possible outcome, had never even … no, those thoughts weren’t needed now, those thoughts of crippling anxiety, of ‘what ifs’ and 'what now’). The boisterous, cold wind was blowing in his face, making it hard to see, hard to speak and hear each other. It sneaked underneath his clothing, making him shiver. “I don’t believe in ghosts.”

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anonymous asked:

Will we get to see more Clintasha bromance in the future? That one you did with Natasha making Clint go get her take-out was fantastic!

Aww, thanks.

It’s funny because I find myself repeatedly using Clint and Natasha as an outside, knowledgeable perspective on how “holy shit everything is going to hell” or “this is going to be very bad because even the scary spies are worried”. It might be a crutch. I don’t know. But, even in my head I do it. Play out what they think about something. 

Maybe I need a Nat and Clint Hodgepodge. 

But, it’s good timing that you ask, because I just did one. I wasn’t sure if I was going to post it. But, here you go. It’s not fleshed out, or anything, I was just tapping away at it yesterday. 

Nat and Clint post “One Hundred and Elven Days”

“Just me, Nat.”

Her hand, the one that was clutching the dagger preparing to throw it across the room, relaxed. And then it tightened again because she’d been asleep and she didn’t appreciate intruders when she slept. Not even Clint.

“I will stab you in the face,” she muttered into her pillow.

“Aww, not my face,” Clint whined and she felt the bed dip as he sat down. “I’m too handsome. You’d be sad if you did that.”

“No, I wouldn’t,” she grumbled softly.

Clint laughed and slid down to lay back on the bed. “How was Krakow?”

“Boring. The cell dried up before Wilson and I got there.”


“Hmm…” She rolled over onto her other side to face him. “You weren’t in town when I got back.”

“I had to go to DC.”

“What for?”

“I owed Peggy dinner.”

Her eyebrow shot up and she lifted herself onto one elbow. “Seventeen years?”

He turned his head on the pillow and grinned at her.  "Yep. I finally figured it out.“

“Figured out that Peggy was toying with you?”

His face fell into a scowl. “She wouldn’t do that. Also, she wasn’t doing that. So there.”

“So what was she doing?”

“Waiting for me.”

Natasha dropped back and threw one arm over her eyes. “I’m too tired to guess Clint.”

“It was Darcy,” he said quietly in an almost distracted hush.

“What was Darcy?”

“I finally got the story about what happened to her. The whole story.” She felt him shift next to her and then grunted when something dropped onto her stomach. She grabbed the offending object and lifted it. A journal.

Waving it at him, she said, “This is the story?”

“Yeah. Stark was right, she did some time travel shit. Spent three months or so in 1946.”

Natasha opened the journal and flipped through a few pages. “So she reached out to her grandfather? And he brought in Peggy Carter?”

“Sort of.”

Lowering the journal, letting its open pages rest on her stomach, she laughed lightly. “And she told Peggy about you, and Peggy waited all those years?”

“Darcy told her about you, too. Remember how I was sure Fury was going to grind me into paste for not taking you out? And all he did was growl?”

“I remember.” Natasha tapped the spine of the journal, and let her fingers travel over the old, stiff leather.

“Peggy was waiting for you, too. She made sure Fury wouldn’t sink us.” Clint flopped onto his side and curved his body forward until he could rest his chin next to her shoulder. “Our baby agent loves us, Nat.”

Smiling, she rolled her eyes and patted the side of his head. “While that’s always nice to know, how sure are you that this is real?”

“Darcy didn’t lie to me.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. But time travel is a little hard to believe.”

“Aliens, Nat,” he laughed.

“I said ‘a little’.”

“Yeah. Weird, right? That kid has the shittiest luck.”


“What? I was there when she told Rogers.”

Natasha sucked in a long breath, the ramifications coming clear. “She left him in the ice.”

“Those two, I swear to God,” Clint moaned and shoved his nose into the mattress. “They’re going to end up trying to kill each other one day, and they’ll both feel horrible about it, but, they’ll do it anyway.”

“Bite your tongue,” Natasha hissed. “That’s not funny.”

“I wasn’t really joking. I mean, a little bit, but only kind of.” He rolled onto his back again and stared up at the ceiling. “He believed her right away. It broke his heart. And, I read her report. She got a letter from Howard, too. Plus, Peggy confirmed it.” He glanced at her. “She left Barnes with Hydra, you know?”

Natasha let out a long breath. “It must have been tempting to try to fix everything. No wonder she’s been such a mess.”

“I don’t think she was tempted,” Clint mused. “Like, sure, she thought about it, and in her report she lays out all the possibilities and why she decided she couldn’t do anything. And she held fast, I don’t think she was like really deeply tempted. I don’t know if I could have done that.”

“No, me either.”

“I think that’s what tore her up. She made her decision, and she knows it was the right decision, even though it really sucked. She ran into the Winter Soldier, too.”


“Shittiest luck.”

“Did he hurt her?”

“No. He hit Peggy pretty hard, but didn’t break anything. She remembered. I guess that’s not something you’d forget. Anyway, Darcy got him to freeze somehow, then shot his handler, grabbed Peggy, and ran like hell.”

“Good girl,” Natasha murmured.

“I know Fury brought her in to keep an eye on her, because she was Stark’s kid, but Coulson hit a home run when he recruited her. He knows it, too. Though, man, I hope I can see his face when he reads her report.”

“She met Peggy Carter, I’m sure he’ll be insanely jealous.”

“Oh, that’s not what’ll make him shit himself.” Clint sat up and grinned down at her, plucking the journal off of her stomach. He flipped through it until he found a page he liked and handed it back. “She’s practically one of SHIELD’s founders.”

Natasha scanned the page — details of an argument between Howard and Darcy over the training and academic structure of the agency, with a side of R&D talk. She looked up at Clint, feeling slightly helpless in the face of this.

“I know, right? Peggy’s report is more specific about that. How she and Howard took Darcy’s thoughts into account. They didn’t always agree with her, but she figured in almost all of those early decisions.” He snorted a laugh. “The Lewis Clause?”

Natasha groaned. “Really?”

“That was Howard. Darcy gets growly when she brings it up, but I noticed she hasn’t tried to change the name in her proposed revisions.”

“Do you realize how complicated she could make life for Phil?”

“Do you realize how little she’d want to do that? Come on, Nat.”

“I’m not saying she’ll try to take over, but she’s not just a legacy now. That’s going to be constantly at the back of Phil’s mind. What about when he gives her an order she doesn’t want to follow?”

“How would that be any different from before all this?”

Natasha pushed herself up and sat with her back against the headboard. “What’s different is now she knows, and Phil knows, that she’s something else. He could try to censure her, and she could yank the agency out from under him.”

“Natasha, hey. I get the thinking ahead thing, but, Darcy’s loyal.”

“Until that loyalty is tested. The day somebody orders Barnes arrested, or worse, eliminated? What do you think will happen?” She pointed at him. “Don’t just kneejerk answer; think about it. This is the agent who left Captain America in the ice for seventy years. On purpose. As much as it broke his heart, I’m sure it broke hers, too, and she still did it.”

He glowered down at the journal. “Have you ever heard the thing about not borrowing trouble?”

“I have. But, I’m also trying to get a picture of what’s coming. That’s how we survive, Clint.”

“Okay, but think of this,” he countered. “The day somebody tries to arrest or eliminate us, what do you think will happen?”

Natasha ran her hands over her face and sighed.

“And,” Clint continued, “she’ll make the sacrifice play before she makes the power play.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because I know her, and so do you. And I know because she broke her heart leaving Steve and Barnes in 1946. That wasn’t a cold-blooded decision, Nat. That wasn’t Fury playing the odds and keeping the situation under his control. That was gut-wrenching sacrifice. They might look alike, but really, read her report; it’s not the same thing at all.” He gave her a small, gentle smile. “If it was you, if you had to leave me, I’d hope you’d do what you had to do, but I also kind of hope it would sting a little.”

She reached out and grabbed his hand. “It would.”


“I do.”

“I get you’re worried. The kid’s armed and dangerous. But, here’s the thing Peggy told me — Darcy talked about us all the time. Maybe she’s a grown up agent now, but she’ll listen to us. So, let’s not just let her run off and build that SHIELD base all on her own. Let’s not let her think she has to. ‘Cause you know that’s a thing with her. She and her dad are the same like that — they think everything’s on them to fix. So, I propose we bring our trainee close. Get ahead of all that stuff you’re worried about.”

Natasha nodded slowly and thought about that for a moment. “Okay, I can see that.”

“We taught her the basics, but now it’s time for the advanced classes, right?”

She smirked at him. “I guess so.”

“The downside of that is Barnes,” he said carefully.

Natasha let out another gusty sigh. “I don’t know what to do about that.”

“I can deal with him, you don’t have to, but you know he’s gonna be around.”

“You shouldn’t have to do that on your own.”

“Nah, we’re good; he ordered me pie one time.”

She laughed and gave his arm a shove. “That’s not much of a foundation.”

“Hey, it’s the fricking Winter Soldier. He ordered me pie. That’s a damned win. Plus, it was really good pie.”

Natasha pursed her lips and searched his face for any doubts or anxiety. There was nothing for her to see but his genuine openness. “You feel like you have a rapport with him?”

“I don’t know, but he came with me for lunch and we talked.” Clint shrugged and looked thoughtful. “I don’t even think he’s done that with Steve yet. Maybe we’re not best buds, but I feel like he listened to me. Plus, and I know you don’t like to hear this, but that guy is so far gone for Darcy. Like, totally, sappy gone. Damn, Nat, he sat in the lobby for two days. He’s working hard at being Bucky Barnes again, I honestly believe that.”

She was silent for a minute while she chewed on that. “Okay. I can deal with him, then.”

“Yeah, you sure?”

“I’m sure. I trust you, Clint.”

“Always nice to hear.”

“Now, go away, because I’m tired.”

“Me, too.” He laid himself back on the bed and yawned. “Peggy still cheats at cards.”

“How much did she take you for?”

“Fifty bucks.”


“Shut up.”

“Go away.”

“No, I’m comfy.”

Natasha sighed and rolled away from him, tossing the journal onto the side table and flopping back onto her stomach. “I’ll kick your ass in training tomorrow.”

“In your dreams.”

“In my dreams I’m stabbing you in the face.”

“Aww, Nat.”

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