The Minyard twins rarely get along. Nicky spent good hours of his life playing therapist but the two were impossibly stubborn. Eventually they would be able to align each other’s interest by having a mutual hatred for something or someone, but that was difficult because Andrew was pretty apathetic and Aaron rarely wanted to correspond.
until one day they just did.
It was a fluke, unloading the bus at 3am and exhausted. Neil was half asleep already, side of his face bruised up from the force of his helmet being shoved against the glass wall. Matt had whistled when he caught sight of the bruising, commenting on what a good thing it was that they wore helmets if that was the result. They had won but it was a long game, referees making it rain cards.
Andrew was hauling up one of the bags of goalie gear when Aaron said almost thoughtfully from behind him, lifting a cooler up-”Hey what if we had a third twin named Arnold but he lives in a mansion and has a pony would that be fucked up or what”
He had turned around and given his twin a look. “I should’ve eaten u in the womb”
They didn’t mention it again that night, trudging their way back to their respective dorm rooms, watching Matt try to get Neil walking in a straight line.
Two weeks later after a light practise Andrew turned to look at Aaron in the locker room. “I bet Arnold would wear polo shirts.” Everyone gave him a weird look but Aaron gave a surprising wolf like grin as he shoved his helmet deep into the locker.
The two nodded to one another and then returned to their own respective silences.
It was Kevin who announced what everyone else was thinking. “What the actual fuck?”
It was a constant thing, either Andrew or Aaron bringing up Arnold’s not real existence. “He’d eat kale chips,” Andrew decided.
“Probably does charity work.” Aaron would nod in agreement.
“Competitive chess player,” the two declared in perfect harmony.
It was Neil who had the misfortune of being paired with Arnold Mayes from his mandatory English elective. It was his worst class due to his tendency to scramble up verbs and tenses (it was hard to keep strictly English when German, french, Polish and bits of Spanish would creep in.).
He wasn’t thrilled about working with Arnold, due with the guy’s insistent belief that they were somehow good friends (hopefully sliding further along that relationship, the way Arnold would hint.) and also the fact that Arnold Mayes had a slight resemblance of Andrew and Aaron with his blond hair and attachment to wearing black. He was quite a bit taller though, close enough to Kevin’s irritating height.
Andrew discovered first, his class partner, and immediately in the middle of Arnold introducing himself pulled out his phone, opened the rarely used snapchat app that Renee had coaxed him into downloading and took a picture of the still talking Arnold to send to Aaron.
Both despised Arnold. There was an unsettling way about how he liked leaning closer to Neil, in Andrew’s opinion, and he refused to figure out that Andrew and Aaron were not the same person. They were also highly biased against his basic existence.
Neil came home one day to finding Andrew sitting at his work desk looking proud and was informed that he wouldn’t have to meet Arnold the following the day since he did his work for him. He threw a handful of printed papers at Neil that landed in a flutter.
“That was unnecessary.” Neil informed him as he looked at the pages explaining how stupid the project was. “Pretty sure my assignment wasn’t drawing a picture of Arnold choking on-what are those? His shoes?”
“Yes.” Andrew said smugly.
“How exactly are you going to kill him? He’s taller than both of you combined.” Kevin asked post practise when Aaron mentioned the partner.
“Break his knee caps.” Andrew stated smugly when Aaron said at the same time, “Tackle the piece of shit.”
Kevin looked alarmed.
Aaron came home from a late practise to find Neil and Arnold sitting at the kitchen table together, the space in between them somehow shrinking as Arnold slid his chair a few inches closer each time. Neil was close to tilting out of his chair in his efforts in subtle avoidance, jabbing aggressively at a flow chart.
He yanked a chair out from the other side of the table and shoved it in between the two, plopping down stubbornly. “This looks stupid. Did you design this chart, Arnold? This is such a stupid chart.”
Eventually Arnold Mayes went away after the project was completed (this was ensured by Andrew grabbing him in a dark alley and holding a knife to his throat) but the general hatred for possible Arnold Minyards remained an essential element to their conversation. They would comb through twitter, facebook and instagram for all users with that name and block them. One reporter was banned from attended press conferences because his name was Arnold and blond hair was a major red flag for the two (the reason was never really decided well but at the time it slid by surprisingly well until three years later Allison stated in an interview about them still bonding over hypothetical triplet status.)
It got to the point they would send each other Christmas cards out of sheer spite, rather send one to each other than an Arnold. (”You know Arnold isn’t real?” Neil asked one day as Andrew was focused on picking out a suitable card.
“You know that bitch might have a manson?” Andrew retorted, picking one with a cat on the front.)
Im kind of in a bad mood can you tell me cute burkie stories
fear not, for i am about to tell you all of the burky stories that i can think of
we’ll start with the most iconic burky story: mistaking a stranger’s car for his uber. boy just got into a random-ass car. luckily the people were nice and took him to where he needed to go anyway
burky engages in almost constant twitter and instagram chirping with willy and latts
he will take any and all opportunities to engage in hugs
while tom wilson often claims that he (and occasionally latts) is the one to take care of burky, but really it’s the other way around. burky does all of the cooking (featuring swedish pancakes and swedish meatballs)
speaking of cooking: even though burky can make some swedish meatballs, he prefers to get them at ikea
when he was living with nicklas backstrom, evidently he acted like such a child that nicky actually called him his son
when the three brobeans lived together, burky and willy constantly engaged in wrestling, according to latts
as a teen in sweden burky did some modeling (for shampoo i think) and the pictures are so hilarious and awkward and burky is embarrassed by the whole thing
when the caps went to joint base andrews they made burky be the dummy for the attack dog
burky went vacationing with the carlsons, and in a poolside moment they were having a discussion and gina tried very hard not to say a certain word in her video, but when john asked what they were referring to, andre just immediately stated “VAGINA”
when the caps had their team bonding dart competition in new york it was around the time when burky was getting scratched, so in ovi’s instagram story you can see andre just drowning his sorrows in beer at eleven am
the boy CAN’T SING. at the halloween party he tried to sing abba karaoke and just failed miserably
speaking of the halloween party: he and willy went as the step brothers. fun fact: burky had never seen that movie before
nicky, mojo, and a swedish interviewer once pranked burky and the poor boy had no clue what was going on
he once posted a video of a snake in a cage, and he captioned the video “hate sneaks”
when the caps went to six flags in 2015, brooks laich convinced a terrified burky to go on the skydiving swing with him. brooks told andre he’d pull the cord on three but pulled it on one, causing some bloodcurling sceaming from andre and maniacal laughter from brooks
in the 2016 canine calendar shoot he was talking about how cute puppies are and how he just ones to take one home and cuddle everyday, AND THEN THE PUPPY CRIED AND HE GAVE IT A KISS
once played nhl 17 with willy, schmidty, and chorns; he scored an own goal and his teammate willy yelled at him
on swedish heritage night mojo stuffed some sort of cream roll into burky’s nose and burky declared “watch it jojo i’m coming for you”
went on a segway tour with nicky, mojo, and brooks laich, and i just….i can’t describe it you just have to watch
for picture day this year he fucking. with his hair. i can’t.
is the glue that holds the capitals together
god there’s so much i’m missing. the boy is so kind and cares so much and tries so hard what a gem
Why do you care if people joke about their dog being a wolf? I'm not trying to be mean I'm just genuinely curious
I wish I could answer this with a reblog. But essentially, calling your dog a wolf will project your dog’s characteristics onto similar looking pups and thus be assumed wolfdogs as well. This is bad because in most places wolfdogs are either illegal, or require some type of permit. Some states have a content cap, some states require you to build an enclosure. If your dog is suspected to be part wolf and they scratch or bite someone, they could be detained and euthanized for rabies testing… even if the dog is up to date on its rabies vaccination. What I will reblog from @why-animals-do-the-thing is actually a story of a dog who got out of their yard, and the police just thought the dog looked like a wolf and planned to to either euthanize or send the dog away until the owners presented a DNA test.
Summary: You sass
Captain Steve Rogers, your boyfriend, on a mission and he’s not too happy about
it. You know your favorite punishment awaits
you when you get back.
Words: 2,260 (I
need to learn to narrow it down!)
A/N: Ok, this is
probably not the greatest for two reasons.
One, I typed this quickly. Two, I’ve
never wrote full on smut before. I’m
still practicing so I hope to get better in the future. I hope you enjoy!
You had been working as an Avenger for the past few years
now, and you loved every minute of it. You
weren’t a superhero, or a rage monster, or a God, but you were a master assassin
and a master hacker. You were orphaned
at age 15, after both your parents were killed in a small plane accident. Being in foster care wasn’t for you, and you
soon ditched that and ran away, but not before learning a few hacking skills
from your foster siblings. You’re
parents left you money in their will, but you weren’t allowed to get into that
account until you turned 18. As you
became more educated in the hacking world, you were able to hack into the
account with ease; and from there, you were able to live off that money.
One day while searching the deep web, you came across a
company that would train you as a master assassin, for the right price. Seeing as you got bored easily, you decided
to give it a go and spent the next four years training with them. You soon became their best trainee they ever
had; you were always a fast learner which made it easy. You thought you were good enough to stay off
the radar, but alas, S.H.E.I.L.D found you, well, more like Nick Fury. He cornered you on the street one day while
you were getting groceries and he gave you an offer you couldn’t refuse. You usually liked to work alone, but being in
a team setting intrigued you and peeked your interest.
Next thing you knew, you were moving into the Avengers Tower
and you found yourself a whole new family.
You were closest with Clint and Natasha seeing as you three had the most
in common with being trained as assassins.
Usually you always sparred with one of them, until one day, you were to
spar with the Captain himself, Steve Rogers.
You had to admit, you did have a crush on him. I mean seriously, who wouldn’t? That all American boy next door face and
those huge shoulders and arms; arms strong enough to pin you down as he slammed
into you. Okay, yes, those first few
months you fantasized about him, a lot.
One day while on a mission, you had sassed back to him. You were sarcastic, you couldn’t help
it! Turns out, Steve does not like being
sassed to while on a mission as he takes them very seriously. After the debriefing of the mission, you made
your way back to your room where he followed you. An argument ensued, clothes were ripped off,
and that was how you found out Captain America himself loved being dominant in
the bedroom. He loved taking you to the
edge, just to pull back in order to punish you for sassing him.
You were able to keep your relationship purely physical for
a little bit, but soon, both of your emotions got caught in the middle. You had a serious talk about what you both
wanted out of it, and it turned out, you both wanted it to be a real relationship. You were ecstatic for two reasons; one, Steve
in public and around others was the sweet, gentle, perfect boyfriend; two, in
the bedroom, Steve was dominant and demanding, just the way you loved it. The two of you did make love every once and
awhile, but that was usually reserved for special occasions or when either of
you got hurt on a mission.
It was early in the morning as you were putting on your suit
and getting ready for a mission; Steve already getting things prepared on the
Quinjet. Your suit was almost identical
to Natasha’s, but you had a few more hidden compartments for your knives. You were great with a gun, but you were
perfection with knives; your specialty.
Clint and Bucky were the only other ones accompany you and Steve on the
mission. Natasha was supposed to go but
ended up getting injured on her last mission and she wasn’t clear for battle
yet. It was a simple mission; go in,
hack into the mainframe, get out. Tony
was throwing a party tonight. You had no
idea why, the man was always throwing parties, but you didn’t mind; always
willing to let loose after a mission.
A few hours later the four of you were airborne, heading
towards your site.
“Everyone got their earpiece in?” Steve asked with his
Captain voice. The voice you loved.
“Yep” Clint and Bucky said in unison.
“Aye aye el Capitan!” you said with a smirk on your
face. Steve gave you a look which you
knew too well. While he was always
professional when he was leading a mission, he couldn’t help but worry because
you were his girl. You always tried to
lighten the mood, to get him to smile, but it wasn’t working today.
“Alright, Bucky and I will clear the outside of guards, and
then move in to take out anybody inside.
Y/N, Clint, find the mainframe, get the data we need, and get out. Are you clear?” Steve asked as everybody
The Quinjet lands as Steve takes your hand to lead you to
the back. “You be careful in there
Y/N. This should be an easy
mission. In and Out. Got it?”
Being the sarcastic ass you were, you couldn’t help what
came out of your mouth, “That’s what she said.”
Steve let out a frustrated sigh at your words as he tilted
his head back. “Really Y/N?”
“I’m sorry! I couldn’t
help it! You walked right into that
one!!” you giggle as you stand on your tip toes to give him a kiss, his lips
perfectly melting into yours. “I’ll behave,
“You better”, he says as he grips your ass, “or there will
be punishments involved.” He gives you
one more swift kiss before he joins Bucky up front, then rush outside.
After a few moments you heard Steve over your comms, “First
and second floors clear. Clint, Y/N, go
straight ahead to the stairs when you come in.”
“Our turn” Clint said as he gripped his bow.
The two of you came barreling out of the Quinjet, running
straight inside the warehouse and up the stairs. Quickly scanning the rooms of the long
hallway, you finally reached your destination.
Just as you were about to kick open the door to the mainframe, you heard
footsteps nearing you and soon enough, there were a half dozen guards.
“Go, I got this” Clint said as he raised his bow.
You kicked open the door, gun aimed in front as you surveyed
the room. No guards. “Mainframe is clear. Clint’s outside the door taking care of
guards. This doesn’t look difficult so I
should be-ungf” you cut off as one guard shoved you into the desk. He used one arm to pin your arms behind your
back as his other smashed your head into the tablet. “Mother fucker!” you
“Y/N what’s going on?” you heard Steve over your comms,
concern lacing his voice.
The more you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, the harder he
gripped your arms and slammed your head into the desk. You could taste the blood from your lip
busting open as your cheek throbbed in pain.
“Agent Y/L/N!!” Steve said with more authority, “What’s
happening! Are you okay? Barton, can you get to Y/N?”
“A little tied up at the moment Cap” Clint stated as he will
still fighting off the guards outside the door.
“I’m FINE!” you snap back, finally finding your voice. In that moment, you were able to finally able
to get into a position to fight back. You
kicked your leg back and shattered the guards kneecap as he fell with a
thud. Turning around, you threw a small
circular Taser at him; he convulsed and then passed out. You plugged in your USB and got to work.
You heard shuffling right outside the door before it burst
open. Turning your head, you saw three
worried men staring at you. “Hello boys”
you say coyly, “just about finished.”
Once you were finished, the four of you rushed to the
Quinjet and took off, heading straight back to the Avengers Tower to get ready
for the party. Steve wouldn’t even look
at you and you know you pissed him off.
You had been sarcastic, sassed back, and got yourself injured. That was the one thing Steve hated about
missions with you. Even if the injuries
were miniscule, it always put him in a sour mood.
There wouldn’t be time for debriefing tonight because of the
party; that would have to wait until the morning. You made your way to your room; Steve nowhere
in sight. You stripped off your suit and
headed into your shower, washing the grime away. You winced as the water hit your face; your
cheek already bruising and your lip slightly swollen from it being cut
open. You heard your bathroom door slam
and you knew it was Steve immediately.
He opened your shower door and he stood there naked, naked and
perfect. You saw Steve naked too many
times to count, but he always took your breath away.
He backed you up against the wall as he took your wrists and
raised them above your head, pinning you there.
His eyes were full of lust, and his breathing was deep. He looked like a wild animal; about to devour
“Do you know why I’m angry?” he asked as his eyes bore into
Your eyes closed as you let out a soft sigh. “Because I sassed you sir.”
“Good girl” he growled before his lips were on your neck;
sucking and biting your milky skin. You
let out a moan, cherishing the way his lips felt. He bit down a bit harshly and you noisily
cried out. He grabbed under your thighs
to lift you up and you readily wrapped your legs around him as you needed to
put pressure on your aching clit. He
walked out of your shower, lips still attached to your neck as he made his way
to your bedroom; you a moaning mess in his arms. His lips found the trail to yours and he
kissed you gently, not to disturb your cut lip.
“I love you” he whispered to you quietly, “but you were
naughty today” he said as he dropped you to the bed. You peered up at him through your long lashes
as you licked your lips; knowing what would happen next. “You know what happens when you sass me, don’t
you” Steve rasped out.
“Yes Captain” you purred.
Steve sunk to his knees as he lifted your legs over his
shoulders. You leaned up on your elbows
to keep your eyes on him. He spread your
lips, and a smile appeared on his face, loving the way your pussy glistened
with your wetness. His tongue darted out
to wet his lips before he flicked his tongue over your sensitive nub.
“Fuuuuuck Captain!” you screeched out as your legs tightened
around his head. He moved his hands to
grip your thighs, holding you still as you wiggled around. His tongue swirled around your clit
mercilessly, leaving you right on the edge.
“Fuck Captain…don’t st-stop.
Right there sir!” you breathily cooed.
As you said that, he removed his tongue.
“You don’t get to come until I let you”.
You throw your head back to the bed with a groan as his
tongue started at your clit again. He
entered a finger inside you this time, crooking it just the way you liked it. The profanities left your lips as your walls
started tightening around his finger.
Steve noticed and pulled back yet again.
“Please Captain” you whimpered out. “I’ll-I’ll be good next mission” you begged.
You heard a low chuckle from him as he inserted two fingers,
hitting your sweet spot instantly. He
attached his mouth over your pearl one last time and you were a withering mess
in seconds; Steve finally letting you cum.
Your orgasm rippled through your body as Steve kept his fingers inside
you, coaxing you down from your high. When
you were finally sated, he removed his fingers and flipped you over so you were
bent over the bed.
Steve slapped your ass once before moving to your ear. “Hang on tight baby girl, this will be quick”
he rasped out as he sunk into you from behind; both of you moaning
together. He gave you a minute to adjust
to his size before he started thrusting deep inside of you. The only noise in the room was the skin on
skin from him pounding into you and your loud moans. You felt his strokes become sloppy as his
hand reached to massage your already sensitive bud. Both of you came together as you simultaneously
cried out; his hot seed spurting inside you.
You laid there, bent over the bed as he slowly left you. Steve went to the bathroom to get a washcloth
and came back to clean you up. The two
of you got dressed in a hurry, already late for the party. Before opening the door Steve leaned down to
give you a tender kiss on your lips. “I
love you” he said in a soft gentle voice.
“I love you too Steve” you smiled up at him.
He opened the door for you, and the two of you
walked down the hallway towards the party, hand in hand.
Imagine being the first and only girl in the Penetrator Russ bus.
Author’s note: Here you have it, angels. As usual, a big thank you to Alyssa, @imyourliquor-youremypoison, for being the best beta writer in the world. I don’t even know what to say so, good reading, and if you feel like it, just give me a little feedback so I won’t freak out thinking you guys hated it hahahahah
Designed by James Kerr c.1855 and manufactured c.1859-66 by the London Armoury Co. for the Confederate States of America. .44 cap and ball 5-shot cylinder, single action. The London Armoury Co. was so dependent on its CSA contracts that it was dissolved almost right after the end of the American Civil War.
What Crimson says: "I'M ALWAYS EXCITED, IN A PERMANENT STATE OF EXCITEMENT"..... What Crimson means: "A pineapple chunk somehow got lodged under my caps lock and shift keys on my keyboard and now I'm stuck in this perpetual state of all caps"
HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT?
WHAT IF I’M JUST SUPER HYPER ALL THE TIME?
YOU DON’T KNOW ME, YOU DON’T KNOW MY KEYBOARD
IN MY HEAD I’M ALWAYS SCREAMING LET THE SUFFERING END
It had been yet another long day at University. The last lecture of the day just didn’t seem to end and much to your dismay, Mother Nature didn’t seem to be up to par either. You were late. Two days may not not seem that late and there was no possibility for you to actually be pregnant, but the tiny voice in your head told you something was off. So you obviously worried, since it was the only coping mechanism your anxious mind knew. It was driving you insane. Mainly, because some of the symptoms - the cramps and the PMSing, were messing with you and your hormones, but nothing else happened. Obviously, upon googling the case, WebMD diagnosed you with cervical cancer, which only fuelled the worst case scenarios your mind was producing.
Designed and manufactured by Samuel Colt in Hartford, Connecticut, United States. .36 cap and ball six-shot gold-washed cylinder, single action, creeping loading lever, nickel finish, Colt factory engravings, checkered ivory grip. Unlike the previous colt Dragoon, the Navy was a belt revolver. This one was made for a fancy belt.
a/n: The original, full title of this is, A Moment Alone, or the Three Times They were Interrupted and the One Time John Remembered to Lock the Door. but that seemed a bit long… so yeah this my first Blinders story, i hope you enjoy!
warnings: a bit smutty but nothing terribly explicit
John Shelby x OFC // Peaky Blinders // one-shot
word count: 1,656
You were awoken by the feeling of John’s fingers snaking their way under your night dress and along your thigh. Blindly you reached over your shoulder to slide your own hand along his cheek until you cupped the back of his head. Pulling him closer, you hummed as he began to nip along your shoulder while his touch came to rest at the apex between your thighs.
“John,” you moaned before rolling onto your back, eyes still shut. Shifting out a knee, you aided his access as his lips moved to trail along your jaw. Continuing to massage your folds through the cotton of you underwear, his mouth finally came to yours. He pulled on your bottom lip and climbed between your legs.
Designed by Elisha K. Root and made by the Colt Manufacturing Company for its 1856 military contract - serial number 322 from an order of 101 guns. .44 cap and ball six-round cylinder, Root sidehammer single action, creeping loading lever, military style full length foregrip. I can’t help but love these things even though they weren’t the most practical. Samuel Colt managed to get in a few military contracts for his new product thanks to his prior sales of Paterson ring lever rifles to various US Army regiments - a total of 1100 military style Root revolving rifle were thus produced, which in turn boosted the sales on the civilian market.
In addition to breaking numerous worldwide social media and viewing records, the 2015 Women's World Cup set and broke a number of unique tournament records as well. The players and teams that participated in this wwc should all feel extremely proud for the history they have made. Their performances continue to show the world that female athletes are capable of so much more than they are ever fully recognized for.
• First player, male or female, to play in six world cup tournaments:
Shared : Homare Sawa (Japan) and Formiga (Brasil)
• Top scoring team in wwc history:
United States - 112 goals
• First hat-trick by an African player in a wwc:
Gaelle Enganamouit (Cameroon)
• Oldest player to score in a wwc:
• Oldest player to compete in a wwc tournament and to win a wwc final:
Christie Rampone (United States)
• Most capped active international player, male or female, in world cup play:
Christie Rampone - 308 (United States)
• Most goals scored by a single player in wwc history:
Marta - 15 (Brasil)
• Second fastest goal in wwc history:
Marie Laure Delie - 34 seconds (France)
• Most capped active female goalkeeper in wwc play, tie for most wwc shutouts, and the first goalkeeper in wwc history to receive back to back golden gloves:
Hope Solo - 177 caps and 10 shutouts (United States)
• First English player to score in three wwc tournaments:
Fara Williams (England)
• Fastest hat-trick in wwc history:
Fabienne Humm - three goals in 5 minutes (Switzerland)
• Fastest hat-trick in a wwc final, fastest hat-trick - from the time of kick-off - in wwc history - 16 minutes, first hat-trick in a wwc final, first goal scored from halfway line in a wwc final, and first American player to score in four consecutive wwc games:
Carli Lloyd (United States)
• Highest scoring wwc final:
United States vs Japan
• Tie for most minutes without conceding a goal:
540 minutes - United States and Germany
• First country to win three wwc titles, and most consecutive finishes in the top four and top three in tournament history:
• The 2015 Women's World Cup was the largest women's sporting event in history with 24 teams and 552 players
• Eight countries made first time appearances, 3 of which reached round of sixteen play (Cameroon, Switzerland, Netherlands), and 4 of which were among the teams with least goals conceded - under 5 - (Spain, Netherlands, Costa Rica, and Cameroon)
• England made the most historic run and finish for it's women's team and achieved the second best performance of either it's men's or women's teams in world cup history, finishing third
• Only two teams played the entire tournament without receiving any yellow or red cards - Australia and Costa Rica
• FIFA fair play winners - France
• Least goals conceded of any team (1) - Brasil
• This year saw the highest attendance in any wwc tournament with 1,353,506
• The opening match set the record for the largest crowd to ever watch a national team in any sport in Canada
• Broadcasters in the following countries beat the highest TV audience for any match from the 2011 edition of the FIFA Women’s World Cup - Australia, Brazil, China, Korea Republic, United States, and Norway
• The 2015 wwc final was the most watched world cup final, men or women, and most watched soccer match in US history with a peak audience of 30.9 million viewers
A/N: Hey guys!! Sorry I took so long to upload this!! I’m honestly quite surprised that this ended so quickly but well I only did write that the parts where the reader was. However, I am planning to write an epilogue, well, maybe. But for now, enjoy!!
“This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize,”
Fury started, raising up a picture of Alexander Pierce, looking at it. “He
said, “Peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” See, it’s stuff
like this that give me trust issues.”
You raised as brow as you crossed your arms
over your chest, watching Fury discard the photo on the table as he leaned
forward. You turn to look at Cap. “We have to stop the launch.”
“I don’t think the Council’s accepting my
calls anymore,” Fury said as he opened a case, three chips sitting inside. You frowned
as Sam took a step forward to look at the chips.
“Once the helicarriers reach three thousand
feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites becoming fully weaponized,”
Maria explained, turning her laptop around to show all of you Project Insight
“We need to breach those carriers and replace
their targeting blades with our own,” Fury continued the explanation as Maria
“One or two won’t cut it. We need to link
all three carriers for this to work, because if even one of those ships remains
operational a whole lot of people are gonna die.”
You stared at the chips before looking up
at Fury, letting out a breath as Fury spoke. “We have to assume everyone aboard
those carriers is HYDRA. We need to get pass them, insert the server blades,
and maybe, just maybe, we can salvage what’s left-”
“We’re not salvaging anything,” Steve
spoke, cutting Fury off as you looked at him, his brows furrowed. “We’re not
just taking down the carriers, Nick, we’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D.”
“S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with it,” Nick
“You gave me this mission, this is how it
ends,” Steve said, his voice hard. “S.H.I.E.L.D.’s been compromised, you’ve
said so yourself. HYDRA was right under your nose and nobody noticed.”
The Director frowned. “Why do you think we’re
meeting in this cave? I noticed.”
Steve nodded. “And how many paid the price
before you did?”
Fury was silent, glancing side to side
before letting out a sigh, turning to look back at Cap. “Look, I didn’t know