power restored

A story for all you Jurassic Park loving peeps out there. I learned about this in my Disaster Response and Emergency Preparedness course that I just started.
In 1992, Jurassic Park was finishing filming on the island of Kaua'i in Hawai'i. The final day was scheduled for September 11. However, brewing out in the Pacific and headed straight for Hawai'i was Category 4 Hurricane Iniki. The crew had been keeping an eye on it, but it was expected that Iniki would turn its course slightly. The afternoon of September 10, however they were informed that it was going to make landfall in a few hours, impacting Kaua'i with the main brunt of it. The crew of hundreds was ordered into the basement of the hotel they were staying in, and they waited it out that night. (Rather hilariously, Richard Attenborough slept through the whole ordeal where others were awake, huddled together and fearing for their lives. When Spielberg asked him about it, he answered, “My dear boy, I survived the blitz!” I guess after that, a little hurricane is just pleasant white noise.)
The next day, after the storm had passed, the whole island was in shambles. Infrastructure was totally destroyed, electricity was entirely knocked out, and radio service was down. The crew had escaped harm, luckily, though the sets were totally destroyed. That’s actually why we don’t see any of Ray Arnold’s journey to the power shed, because that set was ruined during the storm. Anyway, I digress.
The crew comes out of their basement shelter to find total devastation and a city in disarray. Even though help would be arriving soon, since the National Weather Service had been monitoring the storm and knew the island was hit, there would be no way for the relief efforts to begin with the infrastructure so heavily damaged. Airstrips and landing pads had also been demolished in the storm, and hospitals were without power. There was also no (rather, just severely limited) way to move the debris that was keeping citizens from aid.
EXCEPT a gigantic, highly skilled and intelligent film crew with lots of industrial equipment and literally nothing better to do.
Within hours of the storm’s passing, the film crew personnel had dug out their bulldozers and cranes, jury rigged up whatever else they needed from the animatronics, and began blazing a path through the wreckage to the air strip where they cleared the whole landing site, then began working on major city streets. They also used their set generators to help restore power to critical city functions, and their satellite phones to call for extra assistance from the mainland (after they had evacuated their cast, of course).
Even though the ships and helicopters arrived to take the crew home that day, as planned, many (if not most) of the crew stayed on Kaua'i to assist in cleanup and relief efforts.
It’s estimated by Emergency Management officials and experts that if the crew had not been there, the recovery efforts would have been delayed by as much as 3 weeks, as little as 3 days, and several hundred people would have died in the aftermath of Hurricane Iniki.


Hollywood gets a bad rep for being selfish, but they can save lives and I think that’s really cool.

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I wonder about the golden glowing eyes.The Nephilim in Kelly Kline has restored Cas’ power to fight Dagon.

Normally, angel’s eyes, better said Cas’ are shining blue, when he uses his power. This you can see in the first gif of the scene.

But then, the color changed from a blue to a golden color.

What does this exactly say about his strength now? Was it just to show us, that the Nephilim gave Cas the power? (Like Kelly Klines eyes glowed when she received the vision)

Or is it a sign of an upgrade of angelic power?

What color does arcangel eyes have, when the angel uses his grace? I know that Lucifer is still red, with a hint of gold.

I don’t talk about Dustin Henderson enough but here are some of the reasons why I love him:

-He was completely neutral while Mike and Lucas were arguing not once did I see him pick sides.

- he begged Mike not to jump off that cliff saying it’s okay I can survive without my baby teeth it’s okay.

-“man these aren’t real nilla wafers”

- his smile could cure cancer

- that little snort he has when he laughs

- the amount of times he says shit is the most relatable thing

- knows how to use a compass

- his love for snacks

- when they’re obviously in a dangerous situation and he goes off to look for chocolate pudding because Eleven might need the pudding to help restore her powers

- when they went looking for will in the woods and he was shouting will you can have my x men 134 its all yours

- he’s the one who finds out how to make the sensory deprivation tank

- Those curls

- if you look he wears like the same clothes literally every day and same

- I just love him a lot

-Gaten Matarazzo

Tornado Recovery Underway at Michoud Assembly Facility

Teams at our Michoud Assembly Facility in New Orleans worked overnight and are continuing Wednesday with assessment and recovery efforts following a tornado strike at the facility Tuesday at 11:25 a.m. CST. All 3,500 employees at the facility have been accounted for, with five sustaining minor injuries.

Teams worked through the night on temporary repairs to secure the perimeter fencing and provide access for the essential personnel through the main gate. Approximately 40 to 50 percent of the buildings at Michoud have some kind of damage; about five buildings have some form of severe damage.

Approximately 200 parked cars were damaged, and there was damage to roads and other areas near Michoud.

“The entire NASA family pulls together during good times and bad, and the teams at the Michoud Assembly Facility are working diligently to recover from the severe weather that swept through New Orleans Tuesday and damaged the facility,” said acting NASA Administrator Robert Lightfoot. “We are thankful for the safety of all the NASA employees and workers of onsite tenant organizations, and we are inspired by the resilience of Michoud as we continue to assess the facility’s status.”

Teams will reassess the condition of the Vertical Assembly Center (VAC), as the initial examination revealed some electrical damage to its substation. The VAC is used to weld all major pieces of hardware for the core stage of the Space Launch System. The most recently welded part was removed from the facility last week.

The team has prioritized completing the assessment at the site’s main manufacturing building for the Space Launch System and Orion spacecraft flight hardware so power can be restored in phases and temporary protection put in place to shield hardware from any further inclement weather.

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Towards a New Left Movement

These are just some of my thoughts on the state and future of the Left as of late, feel free to ignore or to debate or to reblog, but it’s mostly just because I want to shape my scattered thoughts into solid form.

I’ll begin with my thoughts on how I believe our praxis should look in an era of right-wing hegemony and neoliberal consensus. I believe that our fundamental focus should be building dual power in several forms, which I’ll outline. The first [and most important, in my opinion] is localized dual power. We should be helping people organize into a system of nesting, democratic councils, similar to those in west Kurdistan, that begin on the street level, then the district level, then the city level, then the region level, and so on. These councils can then be used to create strong, participatory local politics, whether by organizing mutual aid programs for food assistance or healthcare or getting “socialist” [left-center Democrats or Socialist Alternative etc] candidates into local office or organizing neighborhood people’s defense from white supremacists, neo-nazis, ICE, and police. The second form is unionized dual power. I think in the deindustrializing global North, labor unions aren’t nearly as useful nor militant as they used to be, but I believe workers in certain key industries [particularly those put forward by Monsieur Dupont in Nihilist Communism and discussions I have had with @gendernihilistanarchocommunist] have immense power over global Capital because they work in its arteries—the logistics industry. For decades now, an ostensible supply chain revolution has taken place to so-called “just in time” manufacturing, in which transportation, manufacturing, shipping, etc are timed to have no wasted moments in between. The advantage of this, for us, is that if dockers shut down a port, the factory that those commodities were going to gets shut down, and the factory that that factory’s commodities were going to gets shut down, and so on, rippling through the economy and causing multi billion dollar losses to Capital, inching closer and closer to capitalist crisis. One idea would be to salt these immensely powerful unions, such as the ILWU, and push them [as much as possible] towards more disruptive, more radical, more frequent action.

The second, and I think less important question, is how I believe we as the Left should organize in order to enact this praxis. I think that anything from affinity groups to communist parties would be capable and effective at organizing dual power, salting select unions, organizing self-defense and mutual aid, rallying behind left-center electoral candidates, etc. I think the best option, however, would be for us to organize a nonsectarian, multi-tendency party that would serve to organize militants across a broad geographic space [hopefully across the country and even more hopefully the world] who would act both as long-term, dedicated organizers of dual power as well as “agents of intensification” [stole that from Endnotes] in the situation of uprisings, strikes, protests, and eventually, hopefully, revolutionary situations. The Communist Labor Party in the Pacific Northwest seems to be the closest model to this I see in the US, and I think similar parties [or additional chapters of the CLP] could and should be organized nationally and internationally. If we are going to organize local dual power, it would be incredibly helpful and power-leveraging to be able to link, say, the dual power system of Seattle to the dual power system of New York City to the dual power system of Mexico City to the dual power system of Mumbai, and I think that can be best organized through an efficient party form. The same goes for linking “salted” militants in, say, an Oakland dockers’ union to “salted” militants in a Shenzhen dockers’ union, and bringing a single, albeit powerful, strike action to a potentially world-economy-destroying strike action.

I think through these organizational forms—a local dual power system, “salted” labor unions in key industries, and a nonsectarian, multi-tendency party—we can restore power to a broad Left [from anarchocommunists on the left all the way [in my opinion] to left-center liberals or maybe DSA on the right] in order to crush the Right and work towards building socialism. Questions of state seizure are certainly not relevant now, and I think in a world of high-tech, asymmetric warfare [cue marxism-leninism-memeism disagreeing, lol] and multi-continent supply chains, making economic autarky in the face of embargo very difficult [although, as proletarianization and industrialization continue to develop in the global South, chances for surviving and even thriving of marxist-leninist states look increasingly higher], questions of state seizure may never be relevant, as worldwide implosion of capitalism and communization in its bones may be the only option left. Either way, I think that left unity is paramount in the face of the Left’s weakness and the Right’s strength, and we need to be organizing on a nonsectarian, multi-tendency, anti-capitalist basis.

I think this is a good start as far as solidifying my thoughts goes, and I may add more later on, but I’d like to hear people’s thoughts on it if anyone is interested!

IS SOMEBODY STILL INTO UNDERTALE?

I HOPE YOU ALL ARE BECAUSE

I am coming back

and opening my askbox tomorrow

Hope you all are ready because my magical art powers have been restored

No One Goes Beyond the Reef


My husband and I have watched Moana about a million times with our kids and he has his own theory about the plot that I’m about to share with you all because it blew my mind…


Shortly after her grandmother dies, Moana takes a boat out beyond the reef and sails for a few days before being capsized by a storm. It is here that she and Hei Hei die. Their spirits awake in purgatory where Maui has been trapped for a thousand years.

Consider that…

- The Ocean chose her, but never promised to keep her safe (“the ocean is straight up cooky dooks”).
When she asks for help, the ocean, knowing where she must go, disposes of her mortal body.

- She and Maui never speak to anyone outside of mythological beings or spirits.

- Mortals don’t usually enter the Realm of Monsters, her survival and presence baffling even Tamatoa. However, being an ethereal being, this qualifies her as non-mortal.

- She is visited by multiple fellow ethereal beings, such as her ancestors, and most notably her grandmother. These are the only “humans” she sees outside of Motunui.

- “You will deliver Maui across The Great Sea”
The Great Sea in many cultures is the divide between the mortal life and the after life. This may also be why Taka cannot cross the ocean, and why Maui can’t swim. The barriers they wish to cross are the barriers between life and death.

- Maui arrives to the island after losing a battle to a greater God; thus he is also possibly “dead” at the time of their meeting.

- Te Fiti has the ability to create life itself once her heart is restored.
She uses this power to restore life back to Moana, and creates a boat that Moana may use to cross The Great Sea back to mortality and her family.

- Maui is never seen interacting with any “mortal” humans. The only time he shares a screen with them is the end as a hawk that Moana recognizes as an old friend.



The Original Plot of Epic Mickey 2

I found out today that the person who posted the original story line of Epic Mickey 2, before it was rewritten because of time constraints, deleted their blog without a warning. Though I don’t know them personally, I hope they are ok and things are going well for them.

That being said, I decided to repost the orginal over here since the post is no longer available. I do not take any credit for finding this. all that credit should go to McBasilRocks, who unfortunately I can not link due to being deactivated. I had to seriously dig to recover this, and I decided to repost it here before something happened and it was lost completely.

When I say that this was the original plot, I mean that it was the VERY original plot. And this wasn’t fan made either- as explained in the post, this was found while digging through the Wikipedia page for Epic Mickey, and was taken down by DISNEY for leaking prior to the game’s release.

Anyways; here’s the post, word-for-word, about the very very original plot of Epic Mickey 2:

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No Kissing

(I took a brief intermission from working on my main fic to do a one-shot; I’ve seen a few people lately craving Bechloe married domestic fluff, and I’ve been feeling the same way, so I couldn’t resist the urge!)


Locking up her studio for the night, Beca pockets the key and heads across the back yard to the house.  She comes in through the kitchen, finding it empty and silent this late in the evening.  Checking the clock, she feels a slight twinge of guilt when she sees it’s past eight.  Usually, despite the temptation of her equipment just a few steps away on the same property, she doesn’t allow herself to go back to work after dinner.  (Or rather, Chloe doesn’t allow her to go back to work after dinner.)  But with so many deadlines looming this week she’s had to make some exceptions.

She crosses the back hallway and peeks into the family room.  Chloe is nowhere in evidence, but their daughter, Violet, is sitting on the plush area rug in the middle of the room, clutching her favorite blanket, staring at the TV and absorbed in what looks like a car insurance commercial featuring a talking monkey.  

Beca steps quietly through the doorway and sneaks up closer, then crouches down a few feet behind her, still unnoticed.  “Boo,” she says, but in a soft voice so as not to actually scare her.

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[Ep.27] A Boy and the El: The End and the Beginning

Elsword: I don’t need either. I will not choose your method.
Solace: Why?
Elsword: If we sustain this El with Diceon energy and use up all of the Diceons… then what happens to Elysion?
Solace:
Elsword: See, in the end, you’ll end up losing something precious again.
Elsword: I cannot let the place Yuno and Herbaon tried to protect descend into ruin.

Solace: Then will you go back to the system where the Lady of El is sacrificed, turning your sister into its next victim?
Elsword: … …You said it before, that I’m the one who has connection to the power of El. Then shouldn’t I be able to do something about this?
Solace: How foolish; yes, your power definitely is strong. There’s no way a single human can handle the Giant El.
Elsword: You might think it’s foolish but for me… I cannot surrender my friend’s home or my sister. This is my decision!
Elsword: Now, Solace. You said Diceon energy is concentrated in this center, right?
Solace: ?!
Solace: … Wait, Elsword. What are you doing…!!

Rena: W-What’s going on? Elsword?
Eve: I am sensing a giant energy in Elrios. It’s big enough that I can sense it even here in Elysion, what is this…

Solace: All the El shards scattered across the continents have merged into one.
Solace: And this familiar energy… Elianord…? Is the ancient Elianord restored?
Elesis: Elianord…? But where is Elsword?!
Solace: Elsword used all of his energy to restore the El. … He probably is inside the El right now.
Elesis: Inside the El…?! Dear God…! Then what happens to Elsword?!
Ara: Ah, hold on!! There’s a light coming from the device over there…!
Solace: …!

Aisha: It can’t be… That person is… Lady of El…?!
Solace: Wait, Harnier. You shouldn’t get up so fast. You have to rest…
Harnier: I’m okay, Perihart. Don’t worry so much.
Harnier: Hello. This must be our first time greeting each other face to face.
Elesis: ……
Harnier: … I was watching over you, El Search Party… And Elesis nim…
Elesis: … So it was you. The one who called out to me.
Harnier: That’s right. Excuse my rudeness. I just didn’t want to repeat the situation where we have to sacrifice someone again.
Elesis: (… To protect me, Elsword…)
Ara: Lady of El, where is Elsword nim? Please tell us!
Harnier: I can sense him within the El. The pure power of El, developing on its own. This power must belong to the one inside there.
Harnier: … Thanks to Elsword nim’s power, El is being restored to its complete form, as much as it did before. I was able to awaken by being guided by his power.
Harnier: … But if El continues to absorb him, Elsword nim will disappear.
Aisha: Wait wait, Elsword will disappear? But that can’t be?!
Solace: When Elsword was uniting with the El, I injected some of Diceon Energy. That will prevent him from being absorbed right away, but we can’t help him if we run out of time.
Raven: Elsword… did he make such a decision for our sake. … We made him bear too much burden on his own again.
Elesis: We have to rescue Elsword right away! What… can we do…? Tell us!
Harnier: There will be someone waiting in Elianord, to guide you to Elsword nim. I can sense his power in Elianord.
Harnier: He is a dragon, and have spent the most time with the El as one of the Masters, so he must know a way.
Chung: Then we must head to Elianord right now!
Add: Hey, are you coming too?
Solace: I no longer have the right to be the Master. I can’t leave Harnier in Elysion either.
Harnier: Then I will go to Elianord as well…
Solace: No, I don’t want to sacrifice you to the El anymore. Harnier.
Solace: And there’s something we must do using this Elysion Tower here.
Rena: Something you must do?
Solace: We must find the ones that… manipulated the El to explode. They will come after the El again if it’s restored.
Solace: Since Elianord is restored as well, they will show themselves from somewhere. We cannot repeat the past.
Eve: We don’t have much time. We must depart for Elianord.
Harnier: I can help you. I will send you to the Master closest to the El right now.
Elesis: We’re counting on you!
Harnier: Thank you… and I am sorry. Please rescue Elsword nim.
Elesis: Of course! Neither of us is planning to be sacrificed to the El. There must be a way so don’t worry too much.
Harnier: You’re right. I’ll also do my best to help you. May the Goddess watch over you guys.


Ciel: … This is… Elianord…?
Chung: Look over there! There’s a huge El!
Raven: That’s the fully restored El? Amazing.
Elesis: … Elsword is… inside there…
Denif: Who goes there.
Elesis: !!
Denif: I haven’t seen you before. State your identites.
Add: Tch, we never saw you before either. Why don’t you introduce yourself first?
Elesis: Excuse us. We are the El Search Party, led here by the Lady of El…
Denif: Lady of El…! Are you talking about Harnier?!
Artea: Ah, isn’t it the El Search Party…?! To think we’ll meet you here…!
Ara: Artea nim!
Denif: You guys, do you know each other?
Artea: El Search Party members, this is the Master of Water, Denif nim who was sealed away with Elianord and have awakened with the city.
Ara: Then can he be the one the Lady of El was talking about?
Aisha: Denif nim!! We came here to ask you for a favor!!
Denif: … A favor?
Denif: I see. So that’s why Elianord has awakened…
Artea: We were surprised too. The Els we were protecting united into one and put all of us in one place.
Denif: After the El exploded, us Masters restored the scattered El fragments by pouring our energy into it and thereby giving them elements, and created a seal to protect Elianord, falling asleep with the city in the end.
Denif: And Elianord was restored by the power of that boy named Elsword and I was able to wake up with the city as well.
Rena: Denif nim, then what about other Masters…?
Denif: Well… I’m not sure. When I woke up, there was no one but me and these priestesses.
Denif: Perhaps they woke up outside of the city… if not, then they still might be asleep.
Denif: Now that I think about it, you guys. You were talking about the Lady of El; how did you meet her?
Aisha: Ah, well that’s…
Denif: … Solace… was the cause of this disaster… I should’ve done something about it first back then…
Ara: But that was not a part of Solace nim’s plan? Solace nim feels responsible about the incident as well.
Denif: I know. I can understand, knowing their close relationship.
Denif: But that does not erase their mistake. So much was sacrificed because of their personal emotions.
Ara: … Yes…
Denif: But now’s not the time to place blames. I am not planning on degrading Solace’s effort because of what happened in the past. It could’ve been dangerous if it wasn’t for the device called Diceon.
Denif: And I can’t believe the power the El has right now is all because of one boy named Elsword… I cannot believe it.
Rena: Help us, Denif nim! We must save Elsword. … Even if it means making the El unstable again…
Denif: El… becoming unstable again…
Artea: Denif nim…
Elesis: ……
Denif: Okay. I will help you.
Denif: I understand that the peace gained in this way is not a good thing. A completion attained through sacrifice will only birth another tragedy…
Denif: Except, if you want to look after the unstable El and make sure no other casualties are created, then it will require even more effort. Are you ready for that?
Chung: Of course! We’re ready!
Eve: It’s only natural to accept the consequences of a reasonable result. Master Denif.
Add: We can’t avoid it so there’s no other way. It’s bothersome but we have to do this.
Aisha: Good, then we all agreed to go save Elsword, right?! Let’s go!
Denif: Us dragon race were entrusted with guarding the El of the Ellian Kingdom for generations. So we know more about the El than any other.
Denif: In order to rescue the boy Elsword, then we must first wake him up and draw him out of the El.
Elesis: … What can we do to wake him up?
Denif: Hmm… There must be no other way than to just call him.
Add: Hey, there’s no way we can call out for him outside the giant El no matter how much we yell. Give us a more realistic solution.
Elesis: Add, stop being rude and be polite to him.
Add: Tch, I only pointed out the problem.
Denif: Of course, it’s no use calling out to him out here. But near the El there are small dimensional rifts that resonate with the El.
Denif: Maybe your voices can reach him in there…
Ara: …! Is there a way to go there, Denif nim? We have to rescue Elsword nim…!
Denif: I do know the way. But that place is too dangerous.
Denif: And I cannot guarantee that your voices can reach him there either.
Eve: If the possibility is not zero, then it’s worth to try it.
Chung: If there’s a way to save Elsword, then we want to try it. So please tell us, Denif nim!
Denif: … You guys really want to save him.
Denif: I know the way to the dimensional rift and I can send you there, but the giant energy of that place will try to test you guys, so you must be careful.
Denif: That rift is where the El is most active, and you can end up being consumed by the El.
Aisha: Uh… being consumed by the El… that’s scary. Let’s be careful, everyone.
Lu: Ho~ I am ready.
Ciel: We can have tea time with Elsword when we bring him back.
Rena: By the way, isn’t something strange?
Elesis: What is? I don’t think we need anything else?
Rena: No~ Um… it feels like.. we’re missing someone?
Aisha: That’s because Elsword is not here.
Rena: That’s true but, someone besides Elsword… It’s weird.
Raven: Maybe it feels even more empty because it’s Elsword. Let’s hurry up, everyone.
Denif: … Is everyone ready? Take a deep breath…
Denif: Good luck.


The Cloister of the El Dungeon

Elsword ended up being absorbed into the El by the El Restoration phenomenon. The El Search Party enters the Cloister of the El to save the boy who became one with the El…

Within the “Cloister of the El”, the El Search Party members come face to face with light clone versions of themselves, who constantly tell them to back off and go back home because the mission is over. Our characters tell themselves that they cannot leave Elsword here, ignores their shadows by defeating them, and head into the heart of the El, where they battle against a white figure, a boss named “The Will of the El”. The Will of the El tries to stop the party from waking Elsword, and you must defeat her to reach Elsword.

Urgent Care

A/N: Okay, so I wrote this loosely based on this post that @imagine-assembling-the-avengers​ reblogged a little over a month ago because I couldn’t help myself. I think it may have gotten a little out of hand, but I’m p happy with the way it’s turned out! I just hope you guys feel the same way lmao

Pairing: AvengersxReader

Word Count: 5185

Warnings: Slight angst?


“Margaret Carter?”

“Yes?” The woman lying on the hospital bed manages to rasp out. Her breathing is labored and she’s fighting to keep her eyes open. “Who…” She trails off, trying to catch her breath. “Who are you?”

“You don’t know me, but I know how to help you.”

She lets out a hoarse laugh. “How could you help me? I’m dying, dear. There’s nothing to be done.”

“There’s always something to be done.” I shake my head and step towards her. “I have… well, I have powers. I can restore you to the way you were in the forties; young, spry and healthy.”

“How is it that you have these powers?” She asks, wary of the newly presented information.

“I’m an Inhuman, Ms. Carter. When Terrigen mists were released in my city, I was lucky enough to have the necessary alien genes to form a chrysalis and develop powers. Now,” I place my hands on my hips. “Do you want my help or not?”

“Why do you want to help me?”

“Because your idiot godson and too-pretty-for-his-own-good ex are about to do something so stupid that it’ll destroy the balance between supers and civilians as we know it.”

Her eyes widen. “And how do you happen to know this?”

“Not illegally, I can promise you that. I just happen to have Inhuman informants on the inside.”

“Alright… but how do you expect to explain my sudden, miraculous transformation to the hospital staff?”

“Oh, the hospital won’t know. They’ll think you’ve died.”

“And how do you expect to pull that off?”

“Tetrodotoxin B, Ms. Carter. It slows the heart rate to one beat per minute. Dr. Banner is quite brilliant, regardless of whether or not his inventions work the way he intended them.”

“So, I’ll be dead, will I?”

“Legally, yes.”

“And when I wake, I’ll be young again. Is that what you’re telling me?”

“Pretty much, yeah.”

She’s silent for a moment, staring at something directly in front of her. She purses her lips and turns back to me “Do it.”

“Cool,” I smirk and produce a syringe of the tetrodotoxin b and take a step closer to the woman on the bed. “I suggest you get comfortable. You’re gonna be out for a while.”

“Ms. Carter,” I snap my fingers in front of her face in an attempt to rouse her. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”

Her eyelids flutter momentarily before her eyes snap open and she sits bolt upright, eyes wide. She looks at me in confusion then down at her hands and, if it’s even possible, her eyes widen further. “This isn’t a dream, is it?”

“Thought you might ask that,” I hand her a mirror and grab my coffee from the table next to her bed. “So I brought backup.”

“How can you do this?” She asks, tearing her eyes away from her reflection. “I realize you have powers, but how can you use them without draining yourself?”

I shrug. “I just have to make sure I take in enough calories before I do anything. Either that, or I drain something or someone else”

“Someone?” She asks, lifting one perfectly shaped eyebrow. She’s trying her hardest to keep her cool, but the mask is slipping.

I shrug again. “If I have to, yes.” I finish with my coffee and crush the slightly soggy paper cup in my hand. “It’s not ideal but, y'know, desperate times and all.”

She nods her understanding and casts her eyes around the room. “Where are we?”

“Motel about half an hour’s drive from the Avengers facility in upstate New York. We have to get to there before dark.”

“You told me Steve and Tony were about to do something only I could stop. What exactly am I stopping?”

“Tony and a number of the other Avengers are about to sign the Sokovia accords. The accords were drawn up in order to move the power over those with powers to the government. Anyone with powers who doesn’t sign, meaning mutants, Inhumans and any other sort of enhanced person, will immediately be marked a criminal and they will be pursued and captured. If they are coerced to sign, they’ll be assigned to a team and all will be fine and dandy.”

“And if they refuse?”

“They’ll be put in prison. Specifically the kind that’s submerged in the middle of the ocean somewhere. They call them rafts. I like to call them hell.”

“Tony wouldn’t dare. “

“I think you’ll find that he would.” I snort. “He’s done a lot of things that he’s not proud of and he’s made some things that he lost control of. He thinks that if there’s someone to keep them in control, then he can prevent any potential future disasters.”

“And Steve…?”

“Steve disagrees, obviously.”

She smiles, likes she’s remembering something. “He never really did like having someone tell him what to do.”

“It’s more than that though. The accords affect everyone. Any powered person who doesn’t sign is a criminal. If someone’s in hiding and has to expose themselves to help an innocent in the street, no matter how pure their intentions, will be put away if they don’t sign.”

“How am I supposed to straighten them out? I’m not an unstoppable force.”

“You’re the only thing left they don’t want to lose. Steve’s probably already gotten an alert letting him know you’ve passed. We have to get to the compound before something drastic happens.”

“Alright then,” She swings her legs over the side of the bed and pushes herself up. “What are we waiting for?”

“For you to change out of your grandma gown.” I rise from my seat and grab the clothing I bought for her and throw the wadded up items at her. “You look ridiculous.”

She readily catches the clothing and looks down at the nightgown she’s currently wearing before laughing. “I suppose the nightgown does age me. Where is the restroom?”

“Just down the hall there,” I point in the general direction. “I’ll pack up and start the car.”

She nods and walks off to the bathroom to change. I shove all of the clothing that’s laying around into the duffel that I brought, leaving a pair of shoes and socks out for Peggy to put on when she returns from the bathroom. Other than the possessions that I brought with, I grab the notepad and ballpoint pen from the table closest to the door and scribble down the phone number of my informant and a message that I’ll have Peggy send on either we’re on our way to the compound. After finishing with the message I take both the notepad and pen, but leave behind the key card on the table.

I fling the duffel in the back of the car and slam the door before dropping heavily into the driver’s seat and loudly closing the door.

It’s about ten minutes before Peggy slides into the passenger seat. I start the engine and, as soon I as she’s buckled her seatbelt, I tear out of the parking lot.

We ride in silence until Ms. Carter can’t stand it any longer. She shifts in her seat and angles her body towards mine. I feel her gaze weighing on me like a ton of bricks.

“Spit it out before I hit you.”

“What exactly is it that you can do?”

“In what context, Ms. Carter.”

“Your powers.” She says. “What are the extend of your powers?”

“Oh. Well, I manipulate stored energy. I can drain energy from people, plants, animals, you name it. I can also give that power back. If I have to, I can weaponize it, but I prefer to keep my talents in the infirmary.”

“Is that how you met your informant?”

“More or less yes. He and I worked at the Avengers facility together. He’s a weapons technician and I worked in the infirmary. More often than not, he would get injured trying to help Stark with his tech and I’d have to patch him up.” I concentrate on the road signs my eyebrows furrowing. “I got pretty well acquainted with most of the Avengers, if I’m being honest. After they found out about my powers they would occasionally come see me for a little energy boost before missions. Not all of them will be happy to see me, so please don’t be offended if I use you like a human shield.”

“Why wouldn’t they be happy to see you?” She asks, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Let’s just say I couldn’t be exactly what they wanted.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I sigh, my grip tightening around the steering wheel. “During the Ultron incident the team picked up a couple of kids. They went to Sokovia and only one of the kids came back alive. They wanted me to bring him back, but I couldn’t. His brain had been without oxygen for too long and I couldn’t do anything to help.” I wipe a frustrated tear away with my thumb. “No one was too happy to have me around at that point, so I left. I kept in touch with my informant and, from what he tells me, at least a few of them think I’m a deserter.”

“That hardly seems appropriate.” She turns her body back to the front of the car and focuses her eyes on the road.

“Yeah, well I left when things got hard. Their words hold some truth. Can’t really be upset when I’m the one who gave up and ran away.” I flip open the compartment between the two front seats and fish out the note I had written earlier and the cell phone and toss them into her lap. “The past doesn’t matter. The present does though, so text that message to the number on the paper.”

I stop the car in a secluded area a ways away from the facility. It looks almost exactly the way it did the day I left.

“So this is the Avengers facility?”

“Yup.”

“It’s not as large as I would have expected Tony to have built it.”

“There’s more to it than what you see right here.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and pull myself out of the car. Peggy follows and joins me on my side of the car. “There are a bunch of buildings that you can’t see from here and there’s a large portion of the facility that’s underground.” I point to a small building a few yards away. “That’s how we’re getting in. We just have to wait for my friend to open the door.”

“And when is that supposed to happen?”

“Just give the man a second. He does work in one of the most heavily fortified facilities in the world.”

“What is that building anyway? It’s so small, I can’t imagine it having much more use than a small shed.”

“It’s the underground entrance. Most people who live outside of the facility use it to come and go, especially those of us who work, or rather worked on the lower levels of the facility.”

“Huh,”

The doors slide open, revealing my friend who stands there staring in our general direction. I lock the car and gesture to Ms. Carter to follow me. She sticks close, understanding the risk of sneaking into the compound.

“It’s about damn time you got here.” He says as soon as we’re in earshot. “You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”

I roll my eyes and sigh. “Shut up and give me a hug you asshole.” He laughs and pulls me into a brief but tight hug. “We works have been here sooner, but restoring her drained me more than I expected it to.”

He nods and looks over my shoulder to Ms. Carter. “It’s an honor to meet you ma’am. We’ve all heard great things.”

“It’s good to meet you too.” She nods respectfully. “I have no idea what your names are though.”

“You didn’t tell her our names?!”

“It never came up!”

“You’re hopeless.” He sighs in resignation. “I’m Jared and they’re (Y/N).”

“Alright,” Peggy nods once again.

“Okay, we should head inside before we get caught out here. I’d rather go to them than have them come to us.” I suggest stepping aside to allow Peggy to go through the door before me. Jared nods and we follow him down three flights of stairs and into his small office at the very end of the corridor.

As soon as the door is closed I open an application on my phone and activate it before nodding to Jared. He nods back and nod grabs a spare uniform that he managed to smuggle out of the laundry from behind his desk.

“How long do we have until they know something’s up?” He asks.

“Maybe fifteen minutes, twenty if we’re lucky.” I answer taking one of the uniforms from him and immediately beginning to change into it.  “Stark, we should start worrying around ten.”

“Alright then, here’s the plan; Stark and Rogers aren’t exactly talking to each other right now. Last I heard, Rogers was mourning the loss of Ms. Carter here. You walk past a few security cameras, freak out the security staff enough that they call Stark in to check, he alerts the rest of the team and you wait for them to come to you.”

“Cool,” I zip the front of the uniform and stuff the cap on my head. “Anyone I should be particularly worried about?”

“Romanoff and Barton always seemed to like you, so they probably won’t be a huge problem. The Vision is just…”

“Vision?” I offer.

Jared snorts. “Let’s say he’s learning. You see the news a couple days ago?” I nod.  “Wanda’s in a bad spot, she may not even show up.”

“Might be for the best. I got weird energy readings off of her when she realized I couldn’t bring her brother back.” I nod. “Anyone else I should be wary of aside from the fearless leaders?”

“Rhodes and Wilson joined up, so you might want to watch out for them.”

“Why is it that you’re warning them but not me?” Peggy asks.

“Because you’re the person who started all of this.” Jared says, gesturing to the facility in general. “Who would dare hurt you?

“Even so-”

“Listen,” I cut her off “I’m the one who pissed everyone off. Anyone who’s still upset with me is more likely to just punch me and then ask questions. If they don’t recognize you, they still won’t initially hurt a civilian. You’re fine.”

“If you insist.”

“She’s right, Ms. Carter.” Jared glances at the clock. “You two better get going if you want to get this done.”

I nod. “Alright, let’s go.”

We bid Jared farewell and head back out into the facility. I take her down past the gym where the Captain worked out when he wanted to be alone and check the window to the main door. Sure enough, he’s in there, pounding away at a bag near the doors. I slip away before he can see me and nod to Peggy. She nods back and takes her place in front of the door.

Taking a knee, I press the palms of my hands flat against the concrete floor. I close my eyes and focus on the Captain’s energy signature. When I’m sure that I’ve locked onto his unique energy, I send a jolt through the floor and into his body in hopes of it startling him enough to get him to look around and see his lost love standing at the door.

At the sound of Ms. Carter’s soft gasp, I grab her wrist and haul her down the corridor, whipping the both of us around a corner and pressing us against the wall. We hear the doors slam open and the slapping of feet against concrete as Steve thunders out of the gym. As soon as we hear his footsteps retreat we move on to our next point.

We quickly make our way to the hangar. There are rows upon rows of quinjets in various states of disrepair. Several technicians shout a greeting and I wave back, grinning at their reactions when they realize who we are.

“(Y/N)!”

I glance over my shoulder to see who’s trying to get my attention. When I see someone jogging to catch up with us I stop Ms. Carter and turn around to wait. I squint at them, trying to figure out who they are and it takes a while for it to click.

“Freddy?” I call, “Is that you?”

He laughs as he comes to a stop in front of me. “The one and only.”

“You’ve put on some weight, man.” I comment, pulling him into a hug. “It’s a good look for you.”

He laughs again, slapping me heartily on my back before releasing me from the hug. “I’ll have you know it’s all muscle!”

I snort in amusement. “Yeah, whatever you say, Fred.” He grins at me and I laugh at his response. “How’re the wife and kids?”

“Still just as tickled as ever that I have a job.” He answers. Peggy catches his attention and I immediately see the rebellious sparkle glint in his eyes. “So you’re really doing it, huh? Restoring balance to the Avengers?”

“We’re sure as hell gonna try.”

“Well good on you,” He leans in slightly and lowers his voice. “Though I’m glad I’m not the one who has to be there when the shit hits the fan.”

“I would never ask that of you. You have a family to protect. I don’t want to mess that up for you.” A loud siren cuts through the air and I sigh loudly. “That’s our cue, Ms. Carter.”

“It was lovely to meet you, Fred.” Peggy says, nodding to the stout man in front of us.

“Same to you, ma’am.” He grins at the two of us and squeezes my arm in a silent wish of good luck.

I clap him on the shoulder and lead Peggy towards the exit on the other side of the hangar. Before we leave the massive room I take off the cap that I’m wearing and discard it, making it easier to recognize me.

I hold the door for Ms. Carter and follow after her as soon as she’s through the doorway, the door banging shut behind us.

“There they are!” Someone yells to our right. Upon further investigation I find a horde of facility security officers not too far off.

“Oh, this is getting good,” I say, shooting a manic grin at Peggy before grabbing her by the hand and rushing off in the direction opposite the security officers.

Without so much as a shout of complaint, Peggy races after me, managing to stick close to me as we wave through the maze-like halls of the facility.

As soon as we burst through the doors that lead to another open field on the other side of the compound we’re met by both Stark and Rhodes, their repulsors trained on the both of us. By the shouts coming from behind us I would hazard a guess that the security guards followed us out and, with any luck, the good captain himself.

“Was this part of the plan?” Ms. Carter hisses.

“Completely.” I answer. “Just stay very still.”

“Y know, I was really hoping we’d never see you again, (Y/N).” Stark’s voice scratches out of his suit.

“Believe me, if I could have avoided coming back, I would have.”

“Care to explain why you’re back then? And on top of that, why did you drag this innocent woman into your petty liitle fight with us?”

“Are you really such an incredible dumbass that you’ve already forgotten what your godmother looks like, Stark?” I question.

Tony snorts in derision. “Peggy Carter is dead. You really expect anyone to believe that you brought her back after claiming you couldn’t bring Maximoff back?”

“He had been without oxygen for too long. If I had even tried he would have been brain dead and that would have been a fate worse than death. I did everyone a favor. The fact that you still can’t see that just cements the fact that leaving this team was the best decision I ever made. However, I didn’t come here to dig up the past, I came to get you idiots the scolding of a lifetime.” I run a hand through my hair and square my shoulders defiantly. “Three days ago I paid Ms. Carter a visit in her hospital room. I offered her the chance to have her youth back and she accepted. Using one of Banner’s little inventions, I helped her fake her death and restored her.”

“You're… you’re really not lying about this, are you?” Steve’s voice sounds from behind me. I sigh loudly and turn around to face the man.

“I’ve caused you all enough pain as it is. I wouldn’t come back and spout nonsense just to rub salt into the wounds.”

Looking over my shoulder, I catch Ms. Carter’s eye and nod to her. Her jaw sets and she turns to face the man. I watch as his eyes go wide and tears form in his eyes.

“Hello, Steve.” She says quietly.

“I-I…” He stutters, searching for something to say. “You’re here.” He says finally.

Peggy nods once. “I am. “ She confirms before turning around again to face her godson. “Now, Anthony, this young person has filled me in on the, what did you call them?” She asks, turning her head towards me.

“The Sokovia Accords.” I answer.

“Yes, the Sokovia Accords.” She nods. “You can’t seriously be considering signing the blasted thing.”

“The accords are going to do a lot of good.” He says defensively.

“No, what they’re going to do is set back the progress we’ve made with powered people by several decades. Do you realize how hard it was to normalize the existence of mutants, Tony? Now with the appearance of Inhumans, we’re presented with an entirely new obstacle and the only thing signing those accords will do is not only criminalize, but demonize the existence of anyone with abilities.”

“Aunt Peggy-”

“I am not finished.” She says tersely. I imagine her tacking on a ‘young man’ at the end of her sentence and have to tamp down the urge to laugh. “Why exactly are you signing the accords? Did you think about how it would affect the rest of your team? How it would affect the rest of the world? Once you sign something like this and it takes hold, it’s very hard to dismantle it. Tell me, have you even read through the proposal?”

“I’ve skimmed it.”

“Of course you have.” I mutter, scrubbing a hand down my face.

“(Y/N), please, that’s not helping.” Peggy says curtly.

“Right, sorry. Force of habit.”

She rolls her eyes. “Do you know what they’re proposing to do with those who don’t sign the accords, Tony?”

“I don’t exactly remember for sure.” He answers. We can’t see his face, but I’m certain he’s trying to look anywhere but at Peggy right now.

“They’re going to put them in prison, dear. Prison. For something they can’t even control. And you think this is a good proposal?”

The faceplate of Tony’s mask finally slides up, revealing his uncertain expression. “We need someone to keep us in line. We can’t keep operating on our own. Too many bad things have happened when we’ve run unchecked and it can’t go on like this.”

“Then propose something else.” Peggy says evenly. “The two of you need to work together and draw up a document that you can both agree on.”

“That sounds… doable.” Steve says slowly.

“It damn well better be or, so help me, I will take over and make your lives a living hell until you straighten out. Even then, who knows what I’ll do!” Peggy threatens.

I watch Steve visibly stiffen and I find myself slightly amazed at the effect that this woman has on these two men. I knew she was important, but I guess even then I underestimated her.

When the two men don’t verbally react she shoots alternating disapproving looks at the two men. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Of course, Peggy.” Steve nods fervently.

Peggy and I stare at Tony expectantly. He drops his gaze to the grass.

“Yes, Aunt Peggy.” He mumbles, his words just barely loud enough for us to hear.

Peggy nods in satisfaction. “Good. Now shake on it.”

Both men stare at her, eyes wide. She just lifts her eyebrows at the two of them, her expression otherwise stern.

“Well?” She places her hands on her hips. “We haven’t got all day, have we?”

I watch, mouth covered by my hand to muffle a giggle, as the two men trudge reluctantly towards each other and firmly grasp one others hand. They move them up stiffly up and down once before looking to Ms. Carter for approval. She sighs in exasperation and rolls her eyes.

“Fine,” She scrubs a hand down her face and crosses her arms over her chest. “Let’s get started on this. I don’t want you to put off something this important.”

Steve nods and waves away the security officers who quickly disperse, nodding once to me and Ms. Carter before they’re gone.

“Y’know, I half wanted to work security when I started here.” I muse, watching the men stalk off to their regular postings. “Maybe you guys wouldn’t hate me as much if I did.”

“You think that we hate you?” Steve questions.

I shrug once before nodding. “S’why I left. Everyone was throwing off negative energy and it was all directed at me. With the strength of it, I knew I wouldn’t be missed if I left. On top of that, Tony’s little greeting earlier really just confirmed that my decision was the right one.”

Steve’s expression darkens and I can’t quite read it. He just looks me directly in the eye and nods once before motioning for us to follow him.

I follow after Peggy as both Tony and Steve lead the way back into the facility.

Soon the hallway let’s out into a tunnel of glass, looking out on the expansive fields of the facility. Everything is impossibly green and beautiful. I half wonder if one of the landscapers has powers because whoever keeps up with this has to either be in a hundred places at once or have the greenest thumb in existence.

I amble along behind the small group, taking in the view, shoving my hands in my pockets and not really paying any attention to what’s going on around me. If I keep quiet I’ll be able to leave again soon without too much fuss.

“(Y/N)!” Tony barks, snapping his fingers in front of my nose, effectively stopping me in my tracks.

“What?” I ask, scowling at him.

“We’ve been trying to get your attention for a while now.” Steve says.

“Really?” I raise my eyebrows in surprise. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how much I don’t want to be here. Didn’t realize you’d actually want to talk to me.”

“Is everyone who quits your little company this sarcastic, Tony?” Peggy asks.

“Nope, just this one.”

I roll my eyes. “What was it that you wanted to talk to me about?”

“Where did you get the uniform?” Tony asks. “It’s not like you can just make one.”

“I borrowed it from a friend who liberated it from the wash for me.”

“Who was it?”

“Now that would be tattling, Stark, and tattling can get someone fired in a place like this.”

“It’s not like I’d fire them.” Tony grumbles.

“Wouldn’t you though?” Steve questions, cooking an eyebrow accusing lyrics.

Stark isn’t given a chance to defend himself as Natasha enters the corridor.

“I heard the alarm a little while ago, what happened?” She asks, looking between her two colleagues.

“Why don’t you ask your little friend here?” Tony says, making a sweeping gesture towards me.

“Friend? I didn’t know anyone was supposed to be here.” Her brow furrows as she looks past them before her eyes settle on me and a grin stretches her elegant features. “(Y/N)?”

“Hey, Nat,” I greet her with a wave and a bright smile. “Fancy meeting you here!”

She pushes past the men at the head of the group to wrap an arm round my neck and pull me down to her height so she can grind her knuckles into my scalp. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?”

“Couldn’t,” I grit out, smile still firmly in place, and try to shove her off of me. “It was kind of a secret.”

“I’m a spy, I can keep a secret.” She says, releasing me and punching me in the arm.

“I know, but this was a really big one!” I say, my voice almost a whine, and rub at my arm.

“This is what that young man meant when he said she liked you?” Peggy asks incredulously.

“What young man?” Tony asks.

“Nunya,” I answer, shit eating grin plastered on my face.

“Last name?”

“Business.”

“Nunya Business…” Tony trails off, his brow furrowing angrily. “Are you fucking kidding me.”

Steve snorts loudly, his mouth covered with his hand to keep his laughter contained and Peggy smacks his arm, a soft smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I laugh outright and Natasha snickers from beside me.

“Was it Jared?” Nat whispers in my ear. I nod in response. “Good kid.”

“He is,” I agree.

“Is that Peggy Carter?”

“Indeed it is,” I nod.

“Isn’t she supposed to be dead?” Natasha asks.

“Yup,”

“Tetrodotoxin B?”

“Right on the nose, Nat.” I laugh. “Figured she was the only one who could fix this whole business with the Accords.”

“Huh,”

“Yeah,” I sigh quietly. Steve, Tony and Peggy begin walking down the hall again and Natasha and I follow after them, keeping enough distance between us that we can talk at a normal level. “Is Steve still looking for Barnes?”

“You think there’s any force in the world that could possibly stop him once he’s put his mind to something?”

“Right, well, he might want to check Romania.”

“Romania?”

“Sounds strange, I know, but I’ve heard rumors from a few Inhumans in the area who have seen someone who looks like the Winter Soldier in the street markets.”

The group goes into the conference room and Natasha and I loiter outside a while longer.

“You sure the information is legitimate?” She questions.

“I doubt my own people would lie about something this serious. Still,” I shrug. “Even if it’s not, it’s a better lead than anything he’s had in almost two years.”

“Sure wouldn’t hurt.” She turns her attention to the group in the room, hunched over a large stack of papers. “You think you’d ever come back?”

“Stark doesn’t want me here.” I say simply.

“That doesn’t answer the question, (Y/N).”

“Let’s worry about the Accords before I make a decision okay?”

“Fair enough.”

——–

Part 2


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Olicity in 5x20

There were a lot of emotional layers in this episode, but one thing I really appreciate is that the writers had Oliver and Felicity work together as partners–essentially, rediscovering the core component of their relationship–which served as the catalyst for delving into the underlying issues they’ve mutually been avoiding for so long. As they work to restore the power in the bunker (read: home), they are working to restore themselves to each other (read: also home). When Oliver and Felicity each try separately to escape the bunker, both of their ideas fail. It is only by working as partners–her intelligence, his skill–that they are able to get free. 

Even the title Underneath contains multiple meanings. As Oliver and Felicity go down into the abysmal, gross, unexplored tunnels beneath the arrow bunker, they are simultaneously forced to dig down into and scrape the bottom of the darker, unexplored heart of their relationship. The only way to escape the physical entrapment of the bunker is to escape the emotional state of limbo they’ve been trapped in for ages. 

Oliver and Felicity’s laborious and dangerous struggle through the tunnels together represents the struggle of their relationship. They found themselves in each other before; they find the beginnings of freedom with each other in 5x20.

Once they reach the very bottom of the tunnels–when Oliver physically cannot go a step further–that’s when Oliver feels he’s reached the emotional end of himself. In the deepest, darkest corner of the arrow bunker (of their home), he finally tells Felicity his deepest, darkest secret. And it’s in that most helpless of places that Felicity’s belief in him shines brightest. 

The message of 5x20 is clear: Oliver and Felicity are the foundation of the team and the show. 

Fic: Only The Beginning

Title: Only The Beginning
Rating: NC-17
Summary: In the immediate aftermath of the final battle, Belle and Rumpelstiltskin begin their happily ever after. Featuring a nursery, reunion sex, and the return of Belle’s wedding ring.

A/N: So this is basically all of my post-finale Rumbelle feelings summed up in a 9,000 word fic. I still can’t believe Rumbelle got their baby back, and a happy ending!

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The walk back from the mines is quiet.

Rumple has already explained what happened while she was nursing her ankle, the confrontation with his darker self that – even if she had been capable – Belle would have known he had to fight alone. It came out in a rush, disbelieving and shaking as they held their son together for the first time. He told her everything, and she is proud of him, prouder than she has words to express. He had fought the darkness, rejected it, and won. He had felt the shift: his darkness, the thick black magic in his veins, had turned to light. She had been right all along, and he is sorry, so sorry, for having doubted her.

The baby in the basket in Belle’s arms, their precious boy restored to them whole and innocent, is proof enough of Rumpelstiltskin’s victory. Belle tells him so, again and again, and he almost looks as if he believes this might be real after all.

But as they leave the mines, they lapse into silence.

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