‘The airship was taken down this morning by an anonymous hero,
despite the act it has caused several million dollars of damage and cause four
people serious harm.’ The news blared as Wanda made herself breakfast.
“What’s that?” Steve asked with a frown.
“Someone has destroyed part of the city, near the Shield
facilities.” She muttered, floating her spoon to her mouth as she made a mug of
what are your favorite space battles from sci fi films?
Without a doubt, the battle above Scarif from Rogue One.
•The scene is set so clearly in 3D space- Two star destroyers on one side, the rebel flagship and a smattering of assorted rebel ships on the other, and the shield gate facility to the lower left of the rebels. This stays this way through the entire scene.
•Shots are held for vast stretches of time, allowing audience to very clearly understand where the ship is and what it is doing
•Lighting is consistent, shadows of ships are cast onto other ships and stark, as if from a star and not from a stage light
•Sound design is incredible, realistic physics be damned
•Com chatter correlates to what we see on screen, adding to the understanding of the battle strategies taken by the rebel fleet (see ion bombing below)
•The stark white coloring of the ships against the gorgeous bright cyan-blue water with the green and tan islands and Imperial facilities straight below
•very clear understanding of how objects behave in space, debris continues on in frictionless space and x-wings take far sharper turns (no air resistance), the behavior of the disabled star destroyer (which was down because of an ion bombing ordered by the admiral very early on, bombing run shown in one shot only) and Hammer-head Corvette hasn’t been shown in any space battle I can think of. I’ve seen ships colliding, but only in a similar fashion to a plane or boat would collide with the ground or another ship. It shows the real fragility of ships like that in space when it comes to force and momentum, not lasers.
•Upwards orientation of ships actually makes sense, relative to the “down” direction of Scarif below them, and possibly even gravitationally accurate because the facility is locked in place, not in orbit, meaning basically the same G as the surface
•The Death Star- actually conceptualized (not shown unfortunately) to move through hyperspace, justifying a bit of its ridiculousness, the amazing shot of it rising over the horizon paired with light wind instruments rather than the bombastic imperial march highlights its ironic beauty as well as implies the resignation of our heroes to their fate, and then it actually is shown with the weapon facing the target, not just a shot of the firing and then cutting to the laser hitting its target, and then the hyper-realistic nuclear-like blast it causes when it fires
All these tiny little factors just make me excited about this entire movie. Its characters are weak, but its not about the individuals, its about the Rebellion as a whole, and we truly feel that through scenes like this.
Attention to specifics and detail like this can immerse an audience completely and there’s really no excuse at this point in special effects progress to skip on making sure your audience can map out the battlefield and events that go on within it. Going back and watching the original trilogy, the nonsensical gaudy monstrosities shown in space are forgivable, and even enjoyable given the special effects of the time (and even the advancements they catalyzed), but the prequels? Forget it. Horrendously ugly, overblown, nonsensical, disorienting, and honestly unforgivable, given the technology they had access to.
AA!SteveTony - the one where the married dorks get on to becoming married dorks. Continued from this fic. For @ishipallthings <33
Word Count: ~1500 Warnings: None, only fluff
Steve opened his eyes with a start in the room he claimed as his in the SHIELD facility that the Avengers were temporarily calling home. The room was little more than a barracks; it should have been familiar, but nothing had felt familiar in a while.
Brows drawn in concentration, Steve focused on where he knew the speakers were located.
“Tony?” he rasped up at the ceiling, staring blindly into the dark. When there was no answer, he murmured wryly, “I’m losing sleep because of you.”
‘The airship was taken down this morning by an anonymous hero, despite the act it has caused several million dollars of damage and cause four people serious harm.’ The news blared as Wanda made herself breakfast.
“What’s that?” Steve asked with a frown.
“Someone has destroyed part of the city, near the Shield facilities.” She muttered, floating her spoon to her mouth as she made a mug of coffee.
Pairing: Leo fitz x reader , Steve x great granddaughter!reader
Plot: Agents of shield/avengers crossover where the reader is Steve and Peggy’s great granddaughter and they meet for the first time at the shield facility. When they meet the avengers are quick to point out how similarities between the two.
Request:Fitz lover here. Can you do a jealous Fitz imagine where Ward had a thing for the reader (smut of you want) I LOVE LEO
A/n I know it wasn’t “confirmed” I’m basing this off what Hayley said that Steve and Peggy did have sex before he went into the ice. I’m also tying in an agents of shield request into this two part story. Also because of the fitz request I’m involving in this ward is going to be a good guy in this and we’ll just pretend he wasn’t apart of hydra.
“Leo please I have to get up” he let out a groan as he felt you trying to escape. He felt a tiny bit jealous every time Coulson ordered Ward to train y/n. Especially because he knew that his friend and coworker had a thing for his girlfriend. Fitz knew he had absolutely nothing to worry about because he knew that his girlfriend loved him.
Ward would also tell him that his feelings for y/n were 100% gone but fitz wasn’t convinced. He saw the way he would look at y/n ass when she was to look and that made him want to rip his head off.
Hi! Can I ask you to write something canon compliant about FS moving into their double bunk or their new apartment?
Hi @elivent! Thank you so much for the prompt! This one turned out a bit different, style-wise, but I hope it’s still what you were looking for.
Here is day three of my week long celebration of my blog anniversary! A huge thank you to everyone that’s sent in prompts - I now have enough to post one each day this week, so keep an eye out for them!
As always, enjoy!
The first time they move in together, they’re nineteen,
fresh out of the Academy and in a hurry to become SHIELD’s top scientists.
There’s about a week between the time they graduate and when they’re set to
start at Sci-Ops, so the hunt for a decent flat and the actual moving in are
done within just a few days.
It’s not much, a space just big enough for the two of them,
and most importantly, it’s a fifteen minute walk from the Sci-Ops facility (the
key deciding factor, really). They don’t have much between the two of them, and
it isn’t long before they’re unpacked and suddenly this is what they call home.
Things aren’t always easy – though they’ve been attached at
the hip for the past two and a half years, they’ve never lived together and there’s an adjustment period. There’s arguments over who gets to shower first or who’s turn it is make dinner that night, Jemma
is eternally frustrated by the dirty laundry Fitz seems to leave everywhere, and Fitz can’t stand the
fact that there only ever seems to be ridiculously healthy food in the kitchen.
But, at the end of the day, they’re still together, and
after watching friends and partners at the Academy assigned to separate SHIELD
facilities after graduation, they understand how lucky they truly are.
Tony wanted the day to be over. They’d stopped an actual
alien invasion, he’d taken a really good shot at dying a hero, and they’d
captured a live god. That had to be enough to count for a full day’s work.
Really, it was his own fault that they weren’t crawling into their individual
dens to lick their wounds in peace. He’d made a smart-ass comment about shawarma,
and now he had to pay the price. Namely, trying not to look like his entire body
was convulsing with terrible nausea while he choked down what was probably a
perfectly edible plate of Middle Eastern cuisine. It was a team thing. A pack
thing. Rogers had thought it was a good idea, and everyone else had fallen in
Biology was such a shitty, shitty, asshole-y bitch.
He slumped into the suit for support, mind running a
thousand miles a minute to avoid thinking about – No. Not going there. He had a
tower to rebuild, a city to rebuild, and dangerous alien tech to get off the
streets before some kid ooh, shiny!’ed
their way to certain destruction. He needed to figure out some kind of
containment cell for the freaking god
sitting in a woefully inadequate SHIELD holding facility. Thor had slapped some
kind of muzzle on him, and then plopped his hammer down in Loki’s lap and told
him to mind his manners. Setting aside the Geneva Convention and pesky things
like hygiene and bodily functions, it seemed like a pretty slipshod response to
And Bruce was way too interested in the hammer. Tony wanted
to nip whatever ideas he had about Thor being able to ‘control’ his mean green counterpart
in the bud, because that went bad places very quickly.
The table was quiet. It was like an image parody of the
1950’s nuclear pack, with Steve as their stern but dotting capital-A Alpha
surrounded by a bevy of betas arranged in some arcane pecking order. Real life
had never worked like that, but if it ever had,
Steve would fill the role of Alpha pretty damn well. Tony’s A-levels were
unusually high, but even he had to admit that there was something about Steve
that functioned like gravity.
So this is what I’d intended to write for the last day’s prompt of the Fuck Yeah Darcy Lewis Drabble-a-Thon, but I wrote this instead. This piece is a direct prequel to what I posted a couple of weeks ago.
It’s SFW A/B/O from Steve’s perspective.
was something on the air, something sweet.
first caught a whiff of it in the hall outside his quarters, when he
was coming in from his morning run. He sniffed his shirt- maybe he’d
brushed up against a flowering plant- but that wasn’t it.
a shower and a quick, protein-heavy breakfast, he headed to a
post-debrief meeting in conference room B, passing by one of the
common kitchens. The sweet smell of before was in the air, and,
curious, he poked around in the small space- barely more than a
cupboard and a coffeemaker- but couldn’t find anything that matched
what he was smelling.
the meeting, Steve caught himself rolling his tongue over his soft
palate, as though changing the shape of his mouth would give him
another breath of whatever that smell was. He shook his head and set
his attention back on the discussion.
forgot all about it through lunch- trying to out-eat Bucky when it
came to pot roast was an impossibility even for Steve- and the
afternoon training session with some of the formerly-Shield auxiliary
staff. The facility might be in an undisclosed location, but no one
had any delusions that there wouldn’t be an attack at some point in
his thoughts on rosters and which skills to emphasize next session,
Steve almost missed it- that smell, again so faint he almost thought
he was imagining it. He found himself at an intersection of hallways,
trying to catch the scent again.
Rogers, you get a chance to look at those evals yet?”
grunted a denial as Sam’s approach stirred the air enough that the
scent was lost. He put it out of his mind, and went back to work.
Summary: Being a mutant with abilities is difficult enough, without having all this soulmate business to deal with in addition. Y/N meets hers in the least expectant place, but isn’t necessarily as thrilled as he’d hoped. However, a drastic turn of events require them to go to desperate measures to preserve what little they have.
You turned right down the hallway and
almost jumped out of your skin when you saw him leaning against the wall in
front of you.
“A paperclip? Seriously? You could have at
least given me the damn key,” you muttered, and he rolled his eyes. He grabbed
your arm and pulled you down the hall, and you had to jog to keep up with him. Huh.
This was more thrilling than you’d like to admit. He stopped halfway down the
hall and pointed up. You frowned, before looking in the direction and scowling.
“You can’t be serious.”
“That vent is the only way you’re gonna get
out of here. Take it straight ahead until the T-junction, and go to the right.
It’ll take you right out to the outer wall, and I’ll meet you there,” he said,
and you huffed.
“Well, you better help me, cos I can’t
reach that damn high,” you said, and he sighed. Reaching up, he opened the vent
with ease and took a step towards you. You instinctively pulled back and gave
him a confused look.
I wish you would write a fic where Darcy is a villain. Willingly. Any type of villain, but a real one. Not used or brainwashed, she has reasons that are legitimate to her. And as much as she cares for Jane and for new boyfriend Steve, her personal mission and goals come first, no switching sides for love. If she manages to succeed, survive and stay free... she'll see what happens.
We know from canon that Darcy is very good with computers, she made Thor’s drivers license good enough that it slipped through Shield’s first pass, (till they edited the film later on) and in the prelude comic she has her Elle Woods moment with a computer in a SHIELD run facility.
But that isn’t the whole story. It rarely ever is. Hacker, thief, millennial, it doesn’t really matter what label you give her, none of them really stick. Her dad was a clever guy who worked for SI till he got fired by Stane and ended up hospital after getting in a car accident during the fight between Stane and Iron Man. The bills kept stacking up and selling fake IDs just wasn’t enough to keep a roof over their heads. Darcy’s scholarship to Culver was in jeopardy and student fare wasn’t enough to help her dad heal.
It wasn’t stealing at first, more that Darcy made bills disappear in the cracks. Medical bills vanished. The mortgage is paid off in full. The Lewis household is debt free.
Darcy doesn’t think she’s a bad guy, not at first but she blames SI and Tony Stark for everything that happened.
She takes the internship with Jane because she needs a break from all the worry and an escape after a very close call with the authorities. She plays at being the naive little intern and the world turns on it’s head. After the dust settles SHIELD takes Jane and Selvig away from her, or that’s how Darcy views things anyway.
Darcy doesn’t mean to be bad, but she does have a bit of a Robin Hood thing going on and a vindictive streak a mile wide and absolutely no reason to be better than she is when the world is stacked against the little guy…er, girl.
‘Is the machine broken or are you just slow?’
I rolled my eyes and saw Marcus coming towards me, with his old fashioned suit and perfect hair.
He hadn’t said a friendly word to me since I started working here 6 months ago. He was in his early 40’s and technically my boss so I tried to ignore his rudeness.
'I’m coming,’ I shouted as I put the 3 cups of coffee on a tray and carried them to his desk. After putting the cups on the table I rushed away before he could ask anything else.
I worked in the SHIELD facilities and offices in London, don’t get excited, it’s not nearly as adventurous as it sounds, I have yet to see my first Avenger and I definitely wasn’t chasing any bad guys. I was the girl who brought coffee to the guys who do paperwork for the guys that chase bad guys.
And I’m pretty sure not a lot of people applied for the job cause I worked in the facility that harbored fallen superheroes, murderers and evil villains.
Again I have yet to see my first villain cause my job consisted of bringing coffee and mail around the offices and making a few phone calls now and then. It doesn’t get more adventurous than that!
Marcus was talking to a group of 4 other suits and I could see them all looking at me and whispering.
Oh great what’s wrong with the coffee now?
'Coffee lady?'he yelled.
'It’s Emma,’ I let out a sigh and tried not to look annoyed.
I dragged myself over there and was expecting to get snapped at again but he just looked at me: 'Did I read in your resume that you did nursing school? Is that correct?’
My mouth almost dropped, so he did know who I was!
But then I saw my resume in his hands. Or he just looked it up right now.
‘Yes that’s right, but I never finished…’
He was already talking to the other suits again and had no more interest in what I was saying. ‘So you can work with needles and syringes?’ he asked.
Where the hell is he going with this?
'Um yes,’ I said carefully.
He looked at the other suit again, ‘what do you think?’ The suit nodded, ‘Yes, she’s perfect.’
I hadn’t meant to say that so loud and aggressively and I bit my lip.
The suits were talking to each other again as if I wasn’t even there and I could only make out a few sentences: 'Can we do this? We have no choice, we need a different approach…’
‘Marcus?’ I insisted.
He came closer and looked me in the eyes. ‘Emma is it?’ I sighed again,’ Yes it’s Emma.’
'Emma, we’re gonna need you to do something for us,’ he continued,'we’re not getting anywhere with one of the prisoners and we thought he might react better if we don’t send in another agent but… just a girl, an innocent girl like you.’
My mouth dropped to the floor again.
I knew that I might look harmless but I hadn’t been called innocent in a very long time.
‘You have nothing to fear,’ Marcus continued but it didn’t really sound reassuring,’ he’s all chained up and can’t hurt you, all we ask is that you go in, give him the sedation and get out, we wanna see how he reacts to you, it’s 2 minutes, in and out.’
I should have known right then and there that was a big lie.
I was afraid to ask my next question.
‘Who is it?’
His face changed into an expression that made the hairs on my arm stand up. ‘Loki,’ he said, ‘it’s Loki.’
Words: 1251 Pairing: Clint Barton X (f)Reader (mostly platonic) Featuring: Natasha Romanoff Warnings: none?? Requested by @deansinkdbitch “Are you still taking requests? I have this idea for a Clint imagine. "Reader is a fellow archer who uses the SHIELD training facility. Always crushed on Clint and vide versa, but one day Clint find out your unusual cool down/workout regime of swimming in a pool using a mermaid tail” or something relating to Clint finding out you’re a part time professional mermaid" it sounds weird but I really want this crossover lol!“ Authors Note: soooo I know mermaids can be guys too but just for this specific imagine it worked better with a female since I mentioned some things that is mainly used for females…yeah, sorry:/ BUT GUYS, IF YOU HAVEN’T SEEN A PROFESSIONAL MERMAID I HIGHLY RECOMMEND LOOKING A VIDEO UP THEH ARE SO COOL. (I also really loved writing this.)
He was easily your best friend. You guys had the same interests, made the same (stupid) jokes, and always seemed to know when to help, but not pry. It just worked out.
You and Clint were pretty competitive with one another, considering you both were really good with the bow. And sure, maybe the reason you decided to become friends with him was that you crushed on him, and he on you, but no one needed to know that.
Even though you said that you two told each other everything, you still had a few secrets. One being the crush, and the other being your part time, professional, job.
Sure, since being part Avenger, it was harder to find time to do your favorite hobby, but every once in a while you were able to squeeze it in. Whether you had the facility to almost yourself, or if you were able to sneak away for a few days to fill time spots- it didn’t matter. No one new about it, and that was good- it was your secret getaway.
”(Y/N), I have to show you this thing Natasha showed me!“ Clint ran into your room, and jumped to your laptop, pulling open YouTube.
You laughed at what he typed in. "Clint, mermaids aren’t real.”
“Yes, they are! Just, look at this!” He was so excited, and you were beginning to worry.
"How the hell did you break a toilet?!" "In my defense, I was left unsupervised.
Prompt: “How the hell did you break a toilet.”
“In my defense, I was left unsupervised.”
Bucky x Reader
Warnings: none, maybe swearing?
A weekend alone in the tower was exactly what you needed. Tony had taken Pepper away for their anniversary. Clint had gone back to be with his family and Natasha had tagged along to see her surrogate children. Wanda and Vision volunteered to fill in for a trainer at the SHIELD facility in California. Steve, Sam, and Bucky were having a ‘boy’s weekend’ somewhere, whatever that meant.
As much as you loved being Bucky’s girlfriend, you had to practically shove him out the door to have a weekend away. You needed the peace and quiet.
With everyone gone, you had the entire place to yourself, just you and FRIDAY, and you were loving each and every second of it. Currently you were sliding across the floor in a pair of spandex shorts and one of Bucky’s t-shirts, while jamming across to your favorite tunes. You were looking through the cabinets of the kitchen trying to find something to eat. You had ordered takeout the past two days already, and since the boys would be coming back from their weekend soon, you figured it would be best to go shopping.
Two hours later you returned with all the groceries. Getting enough food for all of the team was a mission in itself. You finally finished unpacking everything in the kitchen when you heard a noise coming from down the hall. You paused and listened, hearing something crash in one of the rooms.
You walked silently out of the kitchen, pulling the spare knife from inside your jacket, in case whatever was in the tower decided to come after you. The noise got louder as you made your way past the bedrooms of your teammates, until you reached yours and Bucky’s room at the end of the hall. A crash sounded and you pushed the door open. The room looked fine, but the bathroom light was on.
Just then you heard a crash followed by a very long string on curse words. You knew the voice, Bucky was back, but from the sound of it, he had just fucked up. You pushed open the door to the bathroom and were shocked and confused as what you say.
The toilet, or rather where the toilet should have been was gone. The only sign that it had been there was the porcelain pieces on the floor. You looked at Bucky, shock evident in your eyes. He looked back you, like a kid who just got caught with his hand in a cookie jar.
“How the hell did you break a toilet?!” you finally shouted at him.
“In my defense, I was left unsupervised,” he replied holding his hands out in his defense. He was soaked in what you knew was toilet water.
“You’re a 100 year old ex-assassin! You don’t need assistance Barnes,” you yelled at him again.
You saw the fear grow in his widening eyes. He knew that you only called him Barnes when you were mad at him. Although this wasn’t as bad as when he had eaten the last container of your thin mints. That was the one and only time you had called him by his entire name, and he was not about to make that happen again.
“I can explain,” he said getting up off the floor hastily.
You crossed your arms over your chest, and waited. He, luckily, took it as a sign to keep talking.
“Okay, so me, Steve and Sam got back like an hour ago, but Steve got called on a mission and Sam wanted to go with him. I wanted to stay here, because I wanted to hang out with you and tell you about our boy’s weekend, well at least the stuff they said I could tell you. So I jumped in the shower, changed but left my phone, but when I went to grab it, it fell in the toilet, and I reached into get it, but my arm got stuck and I pulled, and then it broke,” he finished his crazy story.
You couldn’t help but start to smile and then finally just burst out laughing. Your crazy super soldier boyfriend was an absolute goof sometimes. This was definitely something you would have to tell Nat and Wanda about when they got home.
“Okay well get changed and clean this up,” you finally said with a smile and began to walk out.
“Not even kiss after a long weekend?” he asked leaning against the door way.
“I’m not kissing you until you are no longer covered in toilet water,” you sang as you walked out the door. “Oh and you’re telling Tony that you broke his toilet.”
AN: Yeah sooooooo this may be a Melinda May imagine, but I threw something in to really loop it into the MU. Hope anon isn’t upset about that. And warning, smut happens, and don’t judge my crappy smut okay? I don’t write it often. I hope you enjoy!
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“This isn’t what I signed up for,” May commented as she was walking along Phil Coulson, she grudgingly looked around, the (more or less) familiar hallways of the SHIELD training facility for field agents. Phil Coulson had his signature sly smile, leading her past young adults, most in training gear, and he avoided her gaze, “I think this’ll be great for you May.”
“I disagree,” she said in a monotone voice, eyeing some of the people she passed and suppressing the urge to sigh heavily.
Melinda May wasn’t a teacher. She wasn’t even, technically, a field agent anymore. She gave that up a long time ago, after gaining the nickname ‘The Calvary’, she resided behind a desk, and pushed pencils everyday. That was how she would rather spend her days, but of course, Phil Coulson always had something else up his sleeve.
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Vision, Trish Walker x Reader Summary: Reader has a hard time coping with her soulmate and the Sokovia Accords. Words: 2480 Warnings: civil war spoilers!! and a bit of angst
AUTHOR’S NOTES: As the warnings say, THERE ARE CIVIL WAR SPOILERS IN THIS. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU DO NOT WANT ANY SPOILERS. Like most of my other fics, the title is inspired by something music based. The title comes from ELHAE’s album, All Have Fallen. Also, reader is team cap because I am, plain and simple.
Warnings: Mildly graphic descriptions of Pietro’s injuries. Slight mentions of smut. Nude Pietro ;)
Summary: After the events of Civil War the Avengers Facility is being shut down, and you an assistant to Dr. Cho are now being transferred to a remote base out in the wilderness somewhere. You don’t even know where because the whole thing is so top-secret. However as you’re leaving a very weak Pietro stumbles across your path from down a hallway…Long story short, he was in a healing coma after the battle of Sokovia and now he’s awake and you’re the only one that knows it, and you sort of adopt him to come live in your new house with you in the middle of nowhere. Hm, just the two of you…alone in the woods together in a house…what could possibly happen? ;)
A/N: Yeah guys I know, another series! But I got really inspired by my new favorite song Something Wild from the movie Pete’s Dragon (good movie btw although it made me cry like five times) and I’ve had this idea for awhile and I thought it might be fun to write! The plot is honestly still a bit fuzzy for me so if you guys could give me any ideas along the way that would be really helpful! Here’s a link to the song in case any of you want to listen to it! It’s so good I would highly recommend it!
You hummed quietly to yourself as you packed up your belongings from your office. This was the last of your things that you needed to clean up at the Avengers Facility before you moved to your new job, which was…somewhere. That information was apparently classified. And to make the matters worse, you weren’t allowed to tell anyone where you lived, or really make any friends in this new place outside of your colleagues. You sighed at the thought. At least the house was nice. You had gotten a picture of it awhile ago and you couldn’t believe that you had gotten such an amazing home all to yourself. It was out in the woods, which you loved because those sorts of environments always made you feel so homey and comfortable. You smiled at the thought and put the last of your office supplies into the box. You gave your office one last glance over and walked out. You looked around the facility and you were shocked by how barren it all looked. After the Civil War the Avengers had split up, and now this facility was being abandoned. And everyone who worked here was being transferred to a new one. You’re pulled from your thoughts when you hear a groan coming from down the hallway.
Summary: Reader used to be a villain; a stone cold killer. But she doesn’t do that anymore. Helping the Avengers stop her old boss once and for all leads to a lot more than she bargained for, especially when it comes to Bucky Barnes.
The plane ride to California was terrible, but nothing compares to the truck. At least on the plane you could sit next to Bucky, playing with his metal fingers to distract you from the claustrophobia. You fell asleep with your head on his shoulder, and tried not to notice all the eyes watching you.
But in the truck, you’re alone. No Bucky, just you (and a couple of SHIELD agents, obviously, because no one trusts you as far as they can throw you). You’re handcuffed for effect and stuck in the back while Romanoff and a few of Fury’s agents drive along the 190. You’ve been driving for hours – your wrists are sore from the cuffs, your ass is numb from the cold metal seat, and the tight, boxed in interior of the transport truck is starting to make you feel lightheaded. Claustrophobia. It’s a real fun time.