If you pause on the scene when Yuri is placing his credit card in the booklet, you can see he only buys one ring. For Viktor. So the ring Viktor puts on Yuri's finger wasn't planned. Viktor provided that ring.
this is the infamous receipt scene y’all are talking about:
but Yuuri also asked “Can you show me these two [rings] in front?”
unless he meant that as “show me these different two and I’ll pick the one I like more.” ??? but then Yuuri did say “This one, please. I’ll pay in installments.” that means he just bought only one ???
but later on Victor also told the group that “they’re [rings] a pair” ???
SO either ( A ) it was a major coincidence that Victor bought the same exact ring for Yuuri before Yuuri bought one or ( B ) Victor bought the matching ring right after Yuuri bought one, but the studio didn’t animate it or ( C ) Yuuri bought both rings even tho his receipt implies one ring（*・∧・*）?
They used Lemony really, really well, mostly in the sense
that they actually let him interact with the world (the characters mention him,
he’s actively running from his enemies, he has more to do than just lurk in a
clock tower), he’s a part of things and it’s good
They balanced funny-comedy!Olaf with wants-to-murder-these-children-with-this-knife!Olaf fantastically. The scene where he slaps Klaus in particular was stunningly done
“I’ll open a box of merlot” (with a hard t) made me laugh
more than should be possible
Literally every moment anything happened it felt like I was
missing at least four easter eggs, two codes, and one ‘VFD’
(That was definitely Hector flying by in the background
Please explain Klaus’ monogrammed pyjamas to me. I can not
rest while this is unexplained
On the other hand I am living a Lemony’s sweater
Jacquelyn and Gustav, loves of my life (for very nearly
seven hours now), I want so much more
(Is taxi driver Ishmael also book 13 Ishmael??)
God damn yellow doors
How dare you
I went into the show absolutely expecting we wouldn’t get
the Sunny/Orwell sword fight and I can understand and appreciate why that’s
difficult and why we didn’t get it but honestly there were so many cgi Sunnys
you could have at least tried
(I’m so glad netflix spent money on cgi Sunny kicking arse
at poker that was very narratively important thank you)
Multiple musical numbers?? The Count and Zombies in the Snow
and a totally inexplicable full cast sing along I do not understand but we are
All in all, while there was a whole lot more than was in the
books, I keep remembering that it took Lemony until book five to decide ‘yeah
an overarching story line is probably a good idea’ and I’m so glad that with
the power of hindsight he can go back and dig elaborate tunnels under
everyone’s houses and hand out mysterious code spyglasses and take so many more
opportunities not to tell us anything we’re absolutely dying to know
Also why did the Baudelaires leave their picnic basket on
I’m probably really freaking late with this again, but I’m watching the episode a second time because so much happened in it, that I missed a lot.
I know the whole fandom is freaking out over the Viktuuri engagement, but I felt a bit bothered because this episode was chock-full of double entendres. I’m talking about anything that has to do with the rings. I know I’m sounding really salty right now, but I just need more Viktuuri. Actual, literal in your face Viktuuri.
So I’m currently at the scene where Yuuri buys the *cough*lucky charms*cough*. I paused at the bit where Yuuri opened up the receipt. And y’all are probably gonna facepalm really hard when you read this because everybody already knew and I’m just so fucking slow but please just leave me be I was so happy when I noticed this
lets look a little closer
“something-i-can’t-read gold wedding ring”
I KNEW THOSE RINGS WERE EXPENSIVE BUT I THOUGHT THEY WERE JUST TWO RANDOM PRETTY RINGS
BUT NO THEY ARE AN ACTUAL PAIR OF WEDDING RINGS!!!
YUURI WTF YOU SMOOTH MOTHERFUCKER
I know this anime is just one huge metaphor for love and romance but still
I love a pattern that we have: that in each of the last episode of the season we had a significant sherlolly scene (or even two! *such a blessing*)… so maybe… maybe… maybe we still have a tiny opportunity for Molly to become an important part of the last episode (or even of the entire season)!… oh, please, she deserved it!
*power of thoughts* and so on…
A/N: Hi guys! In celebration of Taehyung’s birthday (In Korea it’s his birthday), I spent a few days making this scenario for him. Kind of sad even though it’s made for his birthday but I didn’t think I would post it at this time >//<. Anyway, thanks and I hope you enjoy. Please request too for any scenarios or even reactions for the groups that I listed! Thanks! <333
Taehyung felt the warm tears rush back to his eyes, eyes that were cold. He glared at his step-dad.
“Don’t you dare glare at me like that.” the drunk man said, cackling as he stares at Taehyung’s mom who his in deep pain, crying her eyes out. The man takes a gulp of his bottle of alcohol once more, watching the two, a pitiful scene.
“M-mom, it’s okay. You’re okay. I’m– I’m okay. Please. Don’t cry. Not in front of that disgusting bastard.” Taehyung whispered to his whimpering mom who was cowering away in fear from the man.
The man drew closer to the two and he attempts to grab Taehyung’s mom but Taehyung shoves the man away.
“Who do you think you are?! Huh?!” The drunken man said, shoving Taehyung so hard he almost fell over.
“I’m your dad. D. A. D. And there’s nothing you can do about that. Your mom here surely doesn’t want to leave me so how about you get a little more comfortable with me? Hmm?” the man says, mocking Taehyung as he smirks at him.
“Just because my mom could possibly enjoy your disgusting presence never meant I did or ever have to either you disgusting bastard, remarkably despicable.” Taehyung said, venom in each word as he glares at the man, defending him and his beaten mom.
“Well you know what they say. Like mother like son.” he cackles as he pulls something from his pocket, a gun.
Taehyung’s mom’s eyes widen as the man points the gun at Taehyung.
“Say that again. Call. Me. That. Again.” the man said, almost pressing the trigger.
“Bastard.” Taehyung said, smirking as the angry alcoholic man yells and clicks the trigger.
“Taehyung-ah!” Taehyung’s mom yells as she pushes Taehyung over as he falls to the ground, his eyes widening.
The man’s eyes widen in shock as he sees the body that falls over.
“M-mom?” Taehyung says, springing over to his mom who is bleeding. Warm tears shed from her eyes even half conscious as she whispers her last few words to her beloved son.
“I love you.” she whispers as her eyes close.
“N-No! M-mom! Don’t leave me– please! I love you– no!” Taehyung yells out, holding out his hand to see the blood stained all over it, with blood covered on his shirt too. Taehyung pulls his mom’s head to his cheek as tears spill, drop by drop.
Taehyung screams his loudest, apartment lights turning on left to right as tears spill faster and harder, the man who shot Taehyung’s mom already sprinting out the apartment door.
~ 1 year later ~
“Taehyung?” you whispered through the phone as you stare sadly on the floor as you hear the loud music echoing through the phone.
“W-what do you want?” the deep voice that always made you go back to says.
“Are you.. okay? Do you need me to.. pick you up or anything..?” you ask, the same thing every phone call at 2 in the morning as you hear girls in the back attempting to talk to him.
“Never better. There’s no need for that. I–I’m… I’m j-just f-fine. Haha.” he says back, his deep voice comforting you as your heart beats.
“O-okay.” you whisper as you say goodbye to Taehyung, hanging up. You feel your tears falling with your breathing heavy. After awhile, you get a phone call from your best friend, Jimin.
“Hello?” you said, sniffling.
“Why do you always let him do that to you.”
“Is that the way to greet your best friend?” you attempted to joke.
“You let him play with you and you always go back to him, Y/N.” Jimin says, his voice filled with anger.
“Jimin, we’re not even a couple I’m just… just trying to help him out. You know exactly what happened to him and I just– I’m just really worried–”
“Y/N. He’s not good for you. He’s treating you like trash and you’re letting him. You’re not worried about him. You’re completely head over heels for him and Taehyung probably knows that, which is why he is taking advantage of you now.” Jimin says as you could hear him pacing around his room.
“Jimin, whether he does know or not that I’m in love with him, if I don’t help him, who will? No one. I can’t— I can’t leave him alone.” you whispered to Jimin as your words choked from your tears.
“You can. Trust me.” Jimin says in a more softer tone, hanging up.
You sighed, you knew that Jimin was right about everything he said and the advice he gave you was something you need to follow along to but you just couldn’t.
After it hit 3am, you knew it was time to take Taehyung out of the club. Words can’t describe the love you felt for him and the sadness you felt for his loss. You slowly got up from your bed and grabbed your coat, running out the door.
“Taehyung! Waiiit!” the drunk girl said to Taehyung who was dragging himself out of the club as the girl grabbed onto him. He grabbed her hands off him and shoved her off as he smirked.
“Y/N…” he whispered to himself. Even in his most drunken states he couldn’t help but call out your name. He was in love with you, everything about you made his heart flutter. He knew himself that he was an asshole for making you suffer, watching him go through endless nights of pain because him, dragging him out, and take care of him but the bitter pain he felt for his mom would not flee him. However, you were able to make him cope the pain, when you care for him or when you put him over you, it almost makes him forget about the pain he feels everyday.
Your car was going under repair so you couldn’t drive over to Taehyung and pick him up so you ran all the way to the local club that he went to. You saw him, alone with searching eyes. You slowly walked over to his direction, Taehyung glancing over to see you as your heart beats quick when you see that beautiful smile from Taehyung.
“Y/N…” Taehyung said as you put his arm around you to help balance him to walk instead of him staggering.
“Y/N…..” Taehyung said, his voice coaxing your ear as his lips touched your ear, causing you to shiver. Your nose scrunched up in disgust as Taehyung reeked of alcohol.
“It’s okay– we’re almost there.” you whisper to Taehyung who stares at you throughout the walk.
“What if– What i-if I don’t want to go.” Taehyung says in a slur, his words overlapping each other.
“Taehyung is freezing out here where are you going to go?” you asked as you looked over to him.
“Beautiful.” Taehyung whispers as he cups both of your cheeks with his big hands, looking straight into your eyes, your heart palpitating by the second.
“T-Taehyung…” you said, shocked as his eyes scream longing.
“Shhhhhh.” Taehyung says, dragging his thumb over your lip, kissing you.
Your eyes widened in shock, slowly closing them to kiss Taehyung back. You felt his hands wrapped tightly around your waist as you wrap your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.
You two pull away and your heart beats quick, blush rushing up your cheeks heavily as you can see the smirk on Taehyung’s lips form, giving one last peck.
Taehyung stopped going to clubs now and it made you feel like he was into you like you were into him. He didn’t go often but instead spent time with you.
“And that’s how Jimin flashed himself to his crush on accident!” you said, bursting in laughter in your bed with Taehyung who adoringly stared at you, laughing.
“That’s my phone, give me a second okay?” Taehyung said, giving another laugh from the story you told as you gave a soft nod.
You bit your lip in pure happiness, it was like bliss the past couple weeks between you and Taehyung, the peak of your unknown status.
“Hello?” Taehyung said, his face turning dark and grim when he heard the words that came out the receiver’s mouth.
“We found the murderer of your mom.” the police officer said.
“Okay.” Taehyung said, collecting the information of where the man was being kept at.
You looked over at Taehyung who hung up the phone, standing up from the bed as you stood up too. His face was emotionless, bitter almost.
“I have to go.” Taehyung said as he walks off, away from you, leaving you in complete shock but you let him go.
~ At the Jail ~
“Awwwwww, look at the little flower boy here? Miss your mom? Because obviously you literally dodged a bullet… Wait– no. You didn’t. You forced your mom to take the bullet.” the man cackled at Taehyung as Taehyung was close to punching the glass that protected Taehyung and the man from each other.
“What happened happened. But guess what? I have the freedom of doing anything I want while you get to rot in your jail cell for the rest of your life. Have fun. Hope the trigger you pulled was actually worth it.” Taehyung said, smirking.
This angered the new jail member as he stood up from his chair, banging on the window with his handcuffs, Taehyung walking away. He heard from behind police officers grabbing onto him and telling him to calm down.
Taehyung, was furious with tears threatening to fall, storms into the club. This time around, Taehyung was much more reckless and allowed the girls in the club to grind on him, flirt with him, and more. He needed to get his mind off things that he forgot about you for awhile.
~ A few hours later ~
“Y/N, He’s at the club. My friend was in that club and he posted something– I’m pretty sure that’s Taehyung in the background, is he with you?” Jimin said, your heart dropping.
“H-He’s not w-with me…” you muttered, your heart shattered. I really thought I changed him you thought to yourself, tears rushing down your cheeks.
“We’ll it could or could not be him. Go now and check.” Jimin says. You thank him and end the call with a goodbye.
You ran into your car, rushing out and speeding to get to the club that Taehyung always went to. You mentally prayed Taehyung wasn’t there, you hoped he changed for the better, you hoped he changed for your sake. When you parked at the sidewalk of the club, you saw two distinct figures. A girl with a short, skin tight dress on and a boy staggering as the girl has her arms wrapped tightly around him.
Your eyes widen as you wipe the tears from your eyes, quickly exiting your car to go to the two figures to confirm who they really were. Slowly, you walked over, and your eyes widened, tears brimming your eyes. Taehyung.
You ran over to Taehyung and the girl who was kissing his cheek multiple times. She gave a kiss to Taehyung right on the lips, your blood boiling as you gave a hard glare at the girl, giving a hard shove to her, throwing her to the ground. Taehyung glared at you as he shoved you back, causing you to falter and trip onto the cold ground landing on your knees and elbows so your face wouldn’t make contact with the concrete. Your eyes widened with watery eyes as you felt your right knee grow warm, turning around to look at Taehyung.
“D-Do you treat people that way? H-How immature. I-I thought you weren’t just a p-pretty face.” Taehyung stuttered,. He was in a complete daze, completely wasted this time around, no clue what he was doing. It was like he had a mind of his own. You stood up, barely balancing to look at Taehyung straight in the eyes.
“Look at it me however you want, I really thought there was something more in you too.” you said softly as you limped back into your car, tears falling.
Taehyung regained his senses after your words slashed through him, feeling his heart stop. When he saw you getting in your car, he trudged to you, attempting to yell your name out, but it was too late as you drove off.
You drove recklessly back home, surprised you didn’t crash into anything. Sighing, you went into your apartment door and balled your eyes out. You cried and cried until the next day Jimin invited you to go to the cafe with him to talk.
“Hey…” you said to Jimin who stared straight at you, standing up to go to you.
“Your eyes.” Jimin said, putting his hands on your swollen eyes, as you softly pulled his hands of your face as you gave a fake grin.
“It’s okay. Let’s talk.” you said.
“I’m stopping now. For good. I’m serious.” you said, staring at Jimin, determination in your eyes.
“I know. It’s sudden. I get it. If he takes me for granted he doesn’t deserve me. I had enough of being the servant in whatever relationship we had.” you said as you tried to stop your tears from coming out as you felt the tears brim your eyes.
“That’s… that’s good.” Jimin smiled, a genuine smile, walking out of his chair and pulling you up to give you a big hug.
You smiled, hugging him back, allowing all the tears to fall.
~ Night time ~
All you got today were nonstop calls, messages, and more from Taehyung. You didn’t have the heart to read any of them nor did you have any courage to look at anything. You turned off your phone so you wouldn’t have to hear the rings.
Your eyes widened, slowly walking over to your apartment door, looking through the tiny peek hole, seeing Taehyung’s figure in what seemed to be a mess. Your eyes widened as you saw him. Him, sober and tearful.
“Y/N! Y/N! Please! Let me in! I’m sorry!” Taehyung yelled as he banged on your door, hard. You looked down at your knee, bandaged. You fell pretty hard, it was a deep wound. Not only that, your elbows were pretty damaged as both of them were bandaged, you prayed the wouldn’t leaving a scar behind.
Your eyes grew watery as your laid your back on the door, feeling the vibrations of your door that was being hit numerously and hearing the voice you longed for all the time yelling your name. You lost your chance. I gave you so many times to make things up but this one has to be the last one. I’m sorry.
“I love you.” you whispered to yourself, sobbing softly, closing your eyes as you listen to Taehyung’s persistent screams and knocks for you to open the door.
So it’s been a few days and I’ve done, shall we say, a few rewatches of those scenes. And something has started to clarify for me. In that first scene between Ian and Mick, I found myself surprised but pleased that Ian pushed Mickey first. This is by no means condoning any violence these two exhibit towards each other, but after all the retconning about how horrible Mickey was I expected him to be portrayed as more violent. But Ian was actually more physically aggressive throughout the episode. And it’s not like I blame him for being aggravated by getting faux-kidnapped by Mickey’s lackeys. I’m not celebrating them tossing each other around, but I can’t fault Ian for standing up for himself.
And that’s where my moment of realization came. Ian stood up for himself. Ian was annoyed about something and he called Mickey out on it. They had a back and forth, however brief and a little childish, and moved on. And that was really nice to see. Because since Mickey got written out, Ian hasn’t really gotten to do that in one of his relationships. He’s always been subservient, there to be taught and educated and improved. As I suffered through s6 waiting for some logic to present itself in Ian’s ‘romance,’ I kept craving for Ian to fucking push back at all the nonsense Caleb threw at him. And he just never did. Even when they broke up, the problem was apparently with Caleb’s sexual orientation, not with his cheating and manipulation. That’s just. The fuck.
I really can’t comment on Trevor since I haven’t been watching most of s7. But I know enough to know that this is yet another Teaching Relationship through which Ian is to be improved. Listen, there’s nothing wrong with learning and growing in a relationship. It’s important. You should become a better person thanks to your partner. But the way the Shameless writers have done things, Ian doesn’t really get to have a point of view. He becomes a blank slate through which the character is either arbitrarily moved from Point A to Point B (Caleb’s teachings getting him into an EMT job) or serves as a stand-in for audience members (expanding understanding/sensitivity on trans issues). It’s not that either of these things is bad on paper. But it means that Ian has become a plot device instead of a living, breathing character.
But with Mickey in 7x10, almost from the start, he feels like a real person again. He pushes back, he fights, he’s vocal and opinionated. And suddenly he feels like Ian again. The 7x10 scenes were a lot of fun because we got to see our erstwhile ship together again. But I’m realizing more and more that it was just as nice to get to see Ian Gallagher again. Certainly not without flaws, but someone I recognize and enjoy. I don’t even think that it’s intentional on the writers’ part. I think they don’t even realize how much they’ve let Ian get steamrollered in the name of ‘character growth’ in the past two seasons. But something happens when they write Ian with Mickey, and even when they’re trying to sabotage that relationship the characters still shine through better than ever. Both of them.
So that’s what I’ve been thinking. It’ll be sad to lose Mickey again. But it’ll also be terribly sad to lose Ian too.
What I expected: some silliness, hopefully some answers to some of the more plot heavy questions.
What I got: Percy confirmed for bipolar, Perc’ahlia confirmed for “ages and ages” of mutual slow burn between two people who were never gonna admit it unless tragedy struck, the cast being way too blase about character death, Liam O’Brien needs a hug someone give him a hug oh my god please, Taliesin’s teen years were very self-destructive, Marisha makes choices as Keyleth that make sense for the character but she personally doesn’t think are always the right strategy, “whoever dies first gets the tattoo,” Laura stole a keychain on live internet television, Matt routinely passes out at late parties, if Percy dies Taliesin is getting rid of the golden snitch dice, Liam is Farmer’s Market Fresh, Vex and Trinket confirmed for gossip buddies, even with a person between them Taliesin and Marisha feel the magnetic urge to cuddle, Laura’s outfit was coordinated to her nailpolish and I love her.
Emma Swan had gotten some pretty crappy letters in her time.
There was the time an aggrieved reader had sent her an envelope at the Sentinel,
stuffed with a suspicious white power. That one had necessitated a
shutdown of the entire building by counter-terrorism, and a pretty
invasive physical exam from CDC officials in HAZMAT suits. Baking soda,
as it turned out.
Or even just the post-it note she’d found stuck
to the side of the refrigerator two days after Christmas, informing her
that August had drank the last of the milk, and could she please go the
store for some more, as he was in the middle of a pivotal scene in his
novel and didn’t want to interrupt his flow?
But the email she received in her inbox on January the 10th? That one left her reeling.
Hello, hello. So there are so many relationships on this show that I really want to see develop this season!! Especially the ones that seem to be neglected sometimes (looking at you Bell and Raven), so I hope season 4 will do them justice. This isn’t in any particular order:
Bellamy and Kane: I think it’s safe to say that everyone wants these guys to talk about what happened in season 3. They’re relationship has come a long way and I really liked the mentorship/father-son thing they had going on! Please season 4, let these guys hash things out.
Bellamy and Abby: I feel like an interaction between these two would be really interesting. I really want this to happen and I guess it’s because I want to get into the head space of what Abby thinks of Bellamy’s importance to Clarke when she/ALIE did the whole “Start with Bellamy Blake” thing and the scene in the GIF below.
Clarke and Raven: I need to see more of their friendship!!
I just really liked how the writers handled their relationship in light of the whole Finn situation (NO CAT-FIGHTS!)
Are they the only female friendship on this show? (I can’t really think of anyone else). Anyways, they didn’t have much interaction in season 3 so I would love for them to just…talk and be in each other’s company and confide in each other! Let’s go back to season 1+2.
Bellamy and Raven: Yea! Give me more Raven+Bellamy interactions!! I love these guys, I like their friendship, they’re pretty sassy towards each other, I like that! Honestly, I feel like they’ve come a long way since season 1 but I feel like we don’t have a lot of interactions between them and I would like they’re friendship to just expand and grow.
Octavia and Bellamy: I’ll just come out and say it, I don’t really want their relationship to be fixed, because then it would just go back to the way it was before. I want their relationship to grow and be healthy and not go back to old habits. THEY DIDN’T EVEN HUG IN SEASON 3!! AHH!
Abby and Clarke: That scene at the beginning of 3x16 almost had me crying, that was just so moving and emotional. I always love Abby/Clarke moments, some good mother/daughter moments and I really want their relationship to grow too! Clarke’s been gone for 3 months in addition to being in Polis for a few days so they didn’t have many moments in season 3! Let’s see what happens with them this season!
Bellamy and Clarke: I don’t generally consider myself a shipper…but these two have managed to take a special place in my heart. That’s rare when it comes to TV relationships. I really like this relationship guys…I don’t want to elaborate on my feelings for these two (maybe another time?) but I’m excited for season 4 Bellarke!
Bellamy and Miller: So much trust in season 1 man! Remember? Anyways, since Jarod Joseph is bumped up to main cast status, I’m hoping to see some great bro moments between these two
Bellamy and Monty: I loved these guys in season 3! Loved their interactions, loved their friendship, they were just all around great and I hope to see more!!
Kane and Abby: I’m not too sure what more to expect from these two. They’re obviously together so that’s cool! But let’s see what’s in store for them after ALIE, what are their roles as leaders going to be like?
Jaha and Bellamy: Mainly because of this tweet:
I’m really intrigued by this….What will this mysterious scene be….?
That’s about it I think. Thoughts? What other relationship growths/interactions do you guys want to see in season 4???
Summary: You have been with the Avengers for three years and during that time you have developed a close friendship with Bucky. When you discover another woman in Bucky’s room you begin to question what your true feelings for him are.
Author’s Notes: A part of this story was heavily inspired by Bucky’s outburst in CA: TWS right before the wipe scene. Tags are at the bottom. Please let me know if you would like to be tagged/untagged.
I love your comments, messages, asks, likes, reblogs – all of it. <3
Missing for Two
I was back, but I
still wasn’t sure where I was. The room seemed a little more defined – if it
really was a room. The little girl ran passed me again – she seemed older – or
maybe I was just imagining it? Everything seemed a little clearer and a little
more familiar. I looked around – trying to discern some clue that would tell me
where I was. As I turned I could hear a bloodcurdling scream from somewhere
close. There was something about that sound… As I turned towards it I saw one
definite thing I had never noticed – the symbol for H.Y.D.R.A was clearly
painted on the wall.
I woke with a jolt. My heart was racing and my palms were
sweating. I sat in my bed with my head in my hands as I tried to steady my
breathing. It had been two months since Bucky had left, and every night I had
the same dream. I couldn’t help but feel like my subconscious was trying to
tell me something – I just didn’t understand what. Every time I had the dream
it felt like the images became a little sharper – a little realer. It was like
looking through a camera lens as it slowly focuses. Suddenly I would notice
things I hadn’t before – like the fact that wherever I was – there was no
sunlight only the harsh glow of electricity. I sighed and looked over at my
clock. 3 a.m. – with any luck I would be able to have Tony’s lab to myself. I
quietly made my way out of my room and down the hallway to the elevator.
When the doors of the elevator opened to the lab I was
relieved to find it empty. Lately I had worked best in solitude, but wouldn’t
dare say anything to anyone as we were all working towards one goal – finding
Bucky. So far he had been radio silent – he still retained his ability to
disappear like a ghost from his Winter Soldier days which made it difficult for
us to find any leads on him. I sighed as I sat at my computer before fishing
out a cigarette from my nearly empty carton. I lit it and inhaled the smoke
deeply. I wasn’t sleeping much – nor was I eating very frequently. After my
talk with Tony I had found myself working endlessly as we sifted through every
trace of data that we thought might lead us to Bucky. Occasionally Tony would
bring food into the lab and force me to eat. I sat and stared at the blank
monitor as I tried to analyze the new clue in my dream. Chances were it was
just my subconscious finding a new way to associate my only break from work
with thinking about Bucky – or worrying about him. At least that was what I had
been telling myself – I couldn’t help but think that maybe I was wrong after
the appearance of H.Y.D.R.A. At least part of the dream made more sense – H.Y.D.R.A.
was notorious for underground bunkers, and secret strongholds. That could
easily explain the lack of sunlight – but everything else? Maybe the lack of
sleep was making me lose my mind.
“F.R.I.D.A.Y. access all records on H.Y.D.R.A.,” I said
“Yes Ms. Y/N. Are you looking for anything specific?”
F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice responded throughout the lab.
“Anything new within the last six months or… wait…
anything about underground compounds.”
“Accessing all intelligence records with any mention of H.Y.D.R.A.
– please wait.”
As F.R.I.D.A.Y. continued to sift through every
intelligence database in the world I took another drag from my cigarette. I
leaned back in my chair with my eyes closed as the smoke tickled my lungs.
“You know those things can kill you, right?” Steve’s voice
rang from behind me. I half-spun around in my chair so I could see him out of
the corner of my eye.
“There’s worse ways to die,” I muttered miserably. “What are you
doing up anyways?”
“Well with all that screaming you were doing earlier I
couldn’t sleep very well,” he replied with a shrug as he sat beside me. “Are
you okay?” he asked hesitantly.
“I’m sorry Steve – I didn’t even know I was…”
“Don’t worry about it. What are you doing?” he asked as he
stared at the reports that were popping up.
“It’s nothing… probably another dead end,” I shrugged.
“It doesn’t look like nothing…”
“I’ve… I’ve been having these really weird dreams since
Buck left. It’s been pretty hazy until tonight… It has something to do with H.Y.D.R.A.
I mean… I’m not saying the dream is the answer to all of our questions… that
would be absurd. But it did get me thinking about H.Y.D.R.A. I’m just wondering
if this is something that could lead us to him,” I added hopelessly as I turned
back to the screen.
“Actually it’s a good idea – if Buck doesn’t want to be
found we won’t find him easily or directly. This could be our next best bet,”
Steve reassured me as he scooted his chair closer to mine. I looked over at him
and we traded smiles. I hadn’t noticed how worn he looked. His usual well kept
appearance had been overtaken by a stubbly beard and dark circles below his
eyes. Due to my own selfishness I sometimes forgot that Steve had known Bucky
for longer than me, and had a much deeper connection on so many levels.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I bit me lower lip. Of course
he wasn’t okay – what a stupid question to ask. I hated when people asked me
He looked back at all the reports on the screen and sighed.
“We should probably split this up if we’re going to make any headway tonight.
Send some to me?” he asked as he pushed the chair back to his desk. Part of me
wished that he could lie to me and say he was fine and that I could believe it,
but Steve was always the honest one – especially when it came to Bucky.
We worked silently for hours as we tried to find any clues
we could in the endless data that F.R.I.D.A.Y. had provided to us. I became
absolutely absorbed like I usually did and didn’t even notice how quiet the lab
had gotten. I had half turned to ask Steve something and noticed that he wasn’t
at his desk any longer. I looked around the room and found him sleeping on the
couch that Tony had reluctantly put in the lab for those of us that refused to
leave for long periods of time. I stood up from my chair and stretched wearily.
If I was going to continue I would definitely need some coffee. As I passed the
couch I grabbed the blanket that was hanging off the arm and covered Steve with
it. I smiled sadly to myself at the sight of him. If one of us could find a
moment of peace – I was glad it was him.
I wearily made my way to the kitchen. My lack of sleep
seemed to be creeping up on me again. I prepared the coffee and made my way to
the common room to wait for it to finish brewing. I sat on the couch and turned
on the television with no intention of actually watching it. I appreciated the
couch’s comfort after being hunched over a computer for hours. I closed my eyes
as a sigh of relief escaped my lips. I could remember falling asleep with Bucky
on it months ago and waking up to Tony’s jokes. That morning was the first time
he had kissed me. I hugged myself tightly as I laid my head wearily on the
stack of pillows on the couch’s end – forgetting the coffee altogether – and drifted
into an uneasy sleep.
Suddenly I woke up covered in sweat and absolutely
terrified. The dream had come back but this time it was different – this time…
I was terrified. I picked up my phone and dialed the number of the only person
I knew who might have the answers I needed.
“Fury,” I could hear Nick’s voice on the other side of the
“Nick. We need to meet – it’s…. it’s about my parents,” I
stumbled through the words. My hands were shaking and my heart was racing.
“I’m sending a jet to Stark’s to
pick you up.”
“Y/N,” I could hear Steve say from behind me as I pressed
the elevator button. I turned to look at him – ready to explain why I had to do
this alone. I stopped suddenly as I noticed he had both of our tactical bags,
and his shield. “I’m going with you,” he added.
“Steve… I need to do this alone… I… This isn’t really
about Bucky,” I finally managed to say.
“It doesn’t matter – wherever you’re going – I’m going
with you. That’s what being part of a team is all about.”
I sighed. I needed to do this on my own, but a part of me
was glad he had caught up to me. In all honesty – the last thing I wanted was
to be alone. There was no point in arguing because it was clear that he had
made up his mind. I hastily grabbed my bag from him and we both entered the
“So, where are we going?” he asked as we reached the roof
where we were to meet the jet that Fury had sent.
“We’re going to meet Fury – I’m assuming D.C. but we
didn’t get into the logistics,” I said shortly.
I wasn’t in a talking mood, and Steve must have sensed that. We boarded
the jet and flew in silence to D.C.
When we arrived Fury was waiting. Steve excused himself to
get settled. I knew he was really trying to give me the privacy I needed. I
looked at the man across the table from me – I still wasn’t sure that I trusted
Fury. I would be a fool to trust him fully – that I knew for certain. But I
needed to know – and he was the only person with the ability to help me.
“So?” he asked with a shrug. “What exactly were you
wanting to talk about.”
“I’ve been having this dream since Bucky left. I have bits
and pieces of it every night. Sometimes it’s a little clearer than others, and
lately I have been noticing details that make me wonder if it’s really a
dream…” I realized as I was saying all of this it sounded like I had totally
lost my mind. Fury nodded for me to continue. “Fury – what do you know about my
parents? ….What do you really know?”
His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at me. “Kid, your
story is one of the few in my career that I haven’t ever been able to piece
together – and it hasn’t been for lack of trying. We know that your parents
were murdered – presumably by associates or members of H.Y.D.R.A. but no one
knows why. You are a complete mystery – there are no official records for you
until around the time you turned eight. Not even so much as a doctor’s note.
It’s like you were a ghost that magically appeared into the world suddenly,” he
paused and looked at me. “What is this about? You’ve never wanted to know any
of this before.”
“Nick… I… I don’t think my parents were killed by
H.Y.D.R.A.” I paused for a moment and swallowed the bile that was rising in my
throat. “I think they were part of
H.Y.D.R.A.,” I whispered softly as I looked up at him. I hadn’t said it out loud
before this – I had always had this gnawing feeling about my past which is why
I had never looked into it – but now I couldn’t ignore it.
“What makes you say that?” he asked as he shifted in his
seat and leaned forward.
“In this dream or this memory… whatever it is… for the
longest time I couldn’t tell where it was, but I’m pretty sure it’s a
H.Y.D.R.A. facility; it’s some type of underground bunker or something. Every
time I have the dream I see a little girl there and she has always seemed so
out of place. Why would a child be there? She’s always scared by someone
screaming in the distance and is told something by someone else that makes her
leave. Every time I have turned to see who it is that’s talking to her I’ve
woken up…. Except for today… Today I turned and I saw my mother…. It was my
mom, Nick.” The panic was swelling in my chest. I felt like I was going to be
Fury was quiet for a moment as he digested all the things
I had just told him. “Do you think you would recognize this place if you saw
it?” he asked.
“I think I could…” I added hesitantly.
“I’ll start pulling intel on all H.Y.D.R.A. facilities
that were active during the early 90s. Now go get some rest – you look like
shit,” he said as he pushed himself out of his chair and strolled out of the
As I walked down the hallway to my room I felt paralyzed
with fear. If this was true – how could I not remember until now?
If this was true… How could Bucky ever trust me again?
“We challenge each other and we play off each other just in the same way that Eleanor and Jasper play off each other and challenge each other. To be able to find someone like that and to kind of feel like you’ve met your match is pretty awesome.” – Tom Austen on working with Alexandra Park (x)