EMPIRE - “Gunn has done it again, crafting a sequel that keeps the focus on the characters we fell for first time around while pumping up the volume” 8/10
USA TODAY - “Just like the first one, Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 is a winning and wonderfully relatable gem of crazy” 8.8/10
IGN - “A very good movie with one of the most emotionally impactful endings of any Marvel Cinematic Universe story yet” 7.9/10
TOTAL FILM - “It’s action-packed, it’s hilarious, and it’s characters still shine bright, with a handful of them putting in stand-up-and-applause-worthy performances. No one is going to watch this movie and think it’s bad” 8/10
SCREEN INTERNATIONAL - “Underneath Vol 2′s sarcastic exterior, Gunn’s script has a big, bleeding heart, pinpointing characters insecurities and emotional scars” 8/10
NERDIST - “2017′s first Marvel movie is impressive. One of the best sci-fi movies you could hope to see” 9/10
COMICBOOK - “A whole new kind of magic. Within the first ten minutes fans will be smiling ear to ear” 5/5
THE TELEGRAPH -“A sense of gooey euphoria runs through everything that’s good in Guardians Vol 2″ 8/10
DEN OF GEEK - “Vol 2 is funny, wildly entertaining, and something of a triumph” 8/10
THE INDEPENDENT - “Vol 2 is Marvel at it’s near best; spectacular, funny, with a likeable self-mocking quality” 8/10
THE WRAP - “Vol 2 is filler, but if you like the flavour of these movies you’ll love this second bite” 7.5/10
DIGITAL SPY - “There was a lot riding on the return of the Guardians to the MCU, and Gunn can be satisfied that he delivered” 8/10
Second only to Spy in his knowledge of languages. He’s fully fluent in German, English, Czech, and Yiddish—the latter two from his mother—and passably fluent in French. He has academic knowledge of Latin and Greek and has picked up a bit of Russian from Heavy.
Has a mixed parentage. His mother was a Jewish-Czech immigrant to the town of Rottenburg, and his father, a mad scientist from an established, well-off family. She was hired on as his father’s lab assistant, eventually leading to their marriage. They’d describe it as very romantic, but Medic always thought it was weird and kind of gross.
An only child.
Went on family hiking trips to the Alps growing up, an activity he still enjoys when he has a chance.
Was initially raised Jewish, but this was abandoned a few years before he was Bar Mitzvah age. By 1933, his parents scrubbed as much of their family’s Jewish connections as they could. As a result, he doesn’t feel much connection to the Jewish culture or faith. So he’s non-practicing, obviously.
Starting in his early teens, he attended all-male boarding schools, first in Germany and then in Switzerland.
His mother used his attendance at Swiss schools as a ticket to escape an increasingly tense Germany and move to be near him. His father promised he’d follow eventually, but never did. Medic never forgave him for that.
During WWII, his father finally divorced his mother, declaring the marriage a lost cause and starting over with a new young wife. Medic cut off all contact with his father after that.
Supported his mother after the divorce and finished putting himself through school by selling drugs and organs on the black market and performing back-alley surgeries. He gained a reputation for stealing kidneys from the men he slept with but still did just fine. Besides, he only took one!
Toward the end of WWII, Medic did his first stint of field medicine when bombing (from both sides) spilled over into Zürich, where he was living and studying at the time. He turned out to be very good at it, but before he could leave Switzerland and go work on the front, the war was over. Whoops!
His father is still alive, but Medic pretends he’s dead.
kinda collab, but @strahldelune and I were talking about that cbs has those little things that catch the attention of cps, and one of them is when he tips his hat, and he has that expression that melts cps’ heart (cbs was done by me!! cps by Gekko herself!)
Bonus: CBS Laughing after spend long time talking with cps :3c
Painting commissioned by Richard J. Guggenhime, showing SO agent Virginia Hall tapping out a message to London with a British SOE Type 3 Mk II suitcase radio, while French resistance leader Edmond Lebrat provides power with an improvised hand-cranked generator. Hall reported on German troop movements, and directed 400 Maquis fighters who ambushed convoys and sabotaged rail lines; she became the first civilian woman to be awarded the Distinguished Service Cross. This painting by Jeff Bass currently hangs at CIA Headquarters.
Photo & caption festured in Osprey Elite • 173 Office of Strategic Services 1942-45 The World War II Origins of the CIA by Eugene Liptak
Something more from divorcee au please??? my family is starving the crops are dying
You know I stop working on everything else to update this right lol
Tony heard a knock on the door and froze, unconsciously
clutching Peter tighter to his chest. He’d just—just recently gotten a vile
voicemail from Stone saying he was coming for Peter. Tony had, of course, sent
the voicemail to Pepper who had passed it on to Natasha, but then Natasha had
called him with an ominous, ‘Batten down the hatches, Tony,’ and he’d been a
nervous wreck all day. And now someone was here.
“Daddy, huwts!” Peter whined.
Tony gasped quietly and loosened his grip. “Sorry,
Petie-Pie.” He pressed a few kisses to his cheek for good measure, and the toddler
giggled reluctantly. Tony looked around nervously as the knock came again. “I’m—I’m
coming, just a second!” Spying the closet, he hurried toward it. “Okay, Peter,
you know how we talked about how bad people might be coming after us?”
His heart broke when Peter’s face went from a reluctant
smile to a furrowed brow and frown. “I gotta hide and be quiet.”
“Quiet as a mouse,” Tony agreed, opening the door and
carefully setting him on the floor. “And what do you do if someone who isn’t me
“You scream so loud,”
Tony said as Peter crawled to the back of the closet. “And then you keep screaming. I’m going to leave the
door open a crack, honey. Remember, be quiet!”
Peter nodded and covered his mouth with both hands. It
killed Tony a little to close the door on his face until the tiniest sliver of
light caught his eye. Peter should have never had to deal with this, have to be
taught to be quiet and hide because someone might come and take him against his
and Tony’s wills.
The knock came a third time, and Tony took a shuddering
breath before he went to get it. His heart leapt into his throat when he found
a tall, broad man standing on the stoop, face set in a scowl. He looked like he
could tie Tony into a pretzel and then throw him across a football field. Tony wished
he’d thought to grab his gun before he’d answered the door.
“These are for you,” the man said gruffly, shoving a plate
Tony had no choice but to grab them. Well, at least he could
use the plate as a weapon now. “I—Oh, cookies. Um. Thank you.” Maybe this guy
wasn’t a thug.
“Gluten, egg, and nut free,” the man grunted.
Tony frowned. Maybe this man was a thug and was actually trying to kill him via bland food. “You
just sucked all the fun out of these cookies.”
“Steve didn’t know if Peter had allergies,” the man grunted.
Tony stared at him, confused. Then it hit him—Steve. Rhodey’s hot blond neighbor. And
this—this must be Steve’s grumpy boyfriend. It figured that Steve’s boyfriend
would be equally attractive. What had Steve said his name was? Something kinda
dumb, if Tony was being honest.
“I’m Bucky,” the man said, thrusting his hand at him.
Tony took it mostly on instinct. Right. Bucky. What an awful name. “I’m Tony. Oh!” He shoved the plate back
at Bucky and rushed back over to the closet, pulling the door open hurriedly. “Peter,
it’s alright. It’s just one of our neighbors.”
Peter wiped at his eyes and sniffled a little before holding
his arms out to him. Tony plucked him up and clutched him to his chest, running
a hand up and down his back and murmuring apologies.
Once Peter had calmed down, Tony turned, embarrassed. Bucky
looked like he’d swallowed a lemon. “Sorry.”
“Jesus,” Bucky said, appalled, and Tony flinched a little. “I
just—No wonder Natasha hired me.”
Tony blinked at him. “What.”
“Natasha, your lawyer?” Bucky replied, raising an eyebrow. “She
hired me to protect you.”
Tony narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously. “Natasha didn’t
tell me anything about you.”
“Yeah, that mighta been a secret,” Bucky said after a
pause. “But man—you have your kid hiding in the closet in case someone comes
after you. No wonder she texted me and told me to introduce myself to you.”
Tony stared at him warily, unable to help his disbelief. Why
hadn’t Natasha told him about Bucky? Why hadn’t Steve?
“Listen,” Bucky sighed, rolling his eyes. “I can prove it. I’ll
call Natasha and put it on speakerphone.”
“Auntie ‘tash!” Peter exclaimed, throwing his hands up.
Tony sputtered. “Wha—Peter,
not every woman named Natasha is going to be your aunt!”
“What,” came Natasha’s
sharp voice through the phone.
“Except this time she is,” Tony added, confused, as Peter
“Tony? Peter? Bucky what the—” There was a cough
as Natasha caught herself. “…heck. I said
introduce yourself to Tony, not spill that I hired you to be his long-distance
“He had his kid in the closet,” Bucky replied, and Tony fought
the urge to wilt. He wasn’t sorry for trying to protect his son, even if it sounded
“Auntie ‘tash!” Peter exclaimed, leaning toward the phone,
and Bucky gamely held the phone closer to him. “Auntie ‘tash, I was reawy
quiet! As a mouse!”
Natasha’s voice softened into a deep, sweet coo. “Did you, darling? I’m so proud of you. You’re
a good boy to listen to your daddy.”
Peter blushed and covered his face.
“Aw,” Tony said, smiling reluctantly. “What do we say when
people compliment us baby?”
“Thank you,” Peter mumbled, embarrassed.
said after a moment. “I wanted Bucky’s
involvement to be secret for a while so he wouldn’t spook you or anything, but…”
She sighed. “But I guess Stone spooked
you more. Listen, Bucky’s good. He’s great.
He hasn’t failed me yet and he’s not going to fail me now.”
“Yeah?” Tony asked skeptically.
“I’ll kill him myself
if he fails,” Natasha told him seriously.
Tony stared at the phone. “…I think you’re a mafia don,” he
Natasha snorted. “You
always think I’m a mafia don. I’m not. I don’t have time to rule the criminal
“It frightens me that that is the only reason why,” Tony admitted.
“Listen, I have a
client meeting that started a few minutes ago. I should probably get to them since
they’re paying me. If Stone leaves you anymore voicemails, send them to me,”
she ordered sternly. “Especially if they’re
threatening like the last one. Worst case scenario, I move in with you guys and
“Yaaaay!” Peter crowed, flailing. “Auntie ‘tash!”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t
you,зайчик?” Natasha cooed. “Once this
big dumb trial is over, I’m taking you and your daddy out on a picnic and stuffing
you with sweets.”
Tony’s groan could just barely be heard under Peter’s
“Take care of them,
Barnes, or I’m going to skin you alive,” Natasha added cheerfully.
Tony was appalled, but Bucky didn’t look fazed in the
“G’bye,” Bucky said, then hung up, and then thrust the plate
of cookies at them again. “Please don’t make me eat these.”
“I don’t want them!” Tony exclaimed, before his manners
caught up with him.
Peter grabbed two cookies and jammed one into his mouth. Then
he let out a disgusted ‘bleh!’ and spit it out, dropping the other to the
floor. He looked up at Bucky, betrayed.
“It’s not my fault!” Bucky defended immediately. “Steve didn’t
want me to kill you with allergens!”
“You’ve made sad disks is what you’ve done,” Tony said, the
corner of his lip quirking up. He took a cookie just so Bucky would stop
looking so constipated and bit into it. “…This is the driest shit I’ve ever
“The batter was awful, too,” Bucky admitted. He stared at
the plate of cookies before turning it over, watching them fall to the ground. “Oh
no, I’ve dropped them.”
Tony covered his mouth to hide his smile.
Peter pointed at him accusingly. “You did that on puwpose!”
Bucky seemed to ponder this. “…Yeah, but they tasted like
Peter pointed at him a moment longer before letting his hand
fall, conceding reluctantly.
Bucky stared at him for a long time before he asked, “Do you
have any allergies?”
Tony opened his mouth, then closed it when he realized he
was talking to Peter. When Peter looked up at him unsurely, he quietly said, “You
know your no-no foods, Peter.”
Peter nodded sharply and turned back to Bucky. “Twee nuts.”
“Tree nuts?” Bucky’s brow furrowed. “Glad I didn’t make
peanut butter cookies then.”
“Oh, he can have peanut butter,” Tony cut in, bouncing Peter
so he’d laugh, and smiling when Peter let out a happy shriek. “Peanuts are a
ground nut. He can’t have nuts like walnuts, almonds, pecans. Can’t have pine nuts
either. I tell you, my mother rolled over in her grave when I adopted a kid that
can’t eat pesto.”
“Pwesto!” Peter exclaimed, throwing his hands up, then
patted at Tony’s face. “Down, Daddy! Down!”
“Okay, okay,” Tony said, setting him down, and watched as
Peter toddled off to the coffee table to continue their puzzle. Once sure that
he was occupied, Tony turned back to Bucky, belatedly adding, “Oh, uh, did—did you
wanna come inside?”
Bucky looked down at the cookies on the floor, then back up
at him. “No.”
“Alright.” Tony stared up at him for a moment before he
asked, “Are you really as good as Natasha thinks?”
“I taught her everything she knows,” Bucky began, then
stopped himself. “I taught her most
of the things she knows. The rest she developed to kill me and take my power.”
Tony giggled reluctantly. “That’s awful.”
“Well, she’s a lawyer.” Bucky fiddled with the plate,
frowning down at his shoes, before looking back up at him. “Listen, I just—I want
you to know, I’ve got your back. I’ve done this for years, even worked for
Rumlow for a while, so I know what to expect from him. I’m gonna take care of
you guys.” He glanced at Peter, turning the plate in circles in his hands. “You won’t have
to hide your kid in a closet ever again.”
Tony flinched and turned to look at Peter again. Normal kids
didn’t have to learn how to hide and be very quiet. Normal kids didn’t have to
worry about someone other than their daddy grabbing them and taking them away.
Peter deserved better. And he didn’t even know it.
“Hey,” Bucky said quietly. “You’re protecting your kid. I’m
gonna protect both of you.” He reached out his hand, and Tony held his out
dumbly, jumping when something cold was pressed to his palm. “You think you’re
in immediate danger, you come over to hide. It’ll buy you some time. Steve
knows and he’s ready for you. He stays home most days anyway. Okay?”
Tony stared at the key in his hand, then curled his
trembling fingers over it. Who knew that when he’d served Tiberius with divorce
papers, he’d have to go hide in his best friend’s neighbors’ house? God, he
wished he could just go back and change everything.
“Hey,” Bucky said, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey. As bad as this may sound, you’re not he first guy whose spouse is a
complete psycho. I’ve worked a lot of these types o’ cases.”
That did make him feel better, in a strange way. Sometimes Tony
felt like he was the crazy one, with
the way Tiberius treated him, like he somehow deserved it. Logically, he knew
that that wasn’t the case. He’d—he’d suffered a lot of gaslighting in the
relationship. His therapist said so. (And it hurt to know that he’d needed a
therapist to get away from Tiberius; that his therapist might need to testify
on his behalf. He felt so weak, that he’d needed someone to tell him ‘you don’t
deserve to be hit, Tony.’)
“I’ve got your back,” Bucky repeated, patting his shoulder,
then turned to leave.
Tony sniffed and hurriedly wiped a tear from his cheek. “I
hope—” He cleared his throat. “I hope you don’t have too many of those awful
Bucky looked pained. “I’m gonna make Stevie eat ‘em.”
Tony couldn’t help a laugh at the image that came to mind of
Steve trying to choke down those dry-ass cookies.
there! I was wondering if I could request some domestic Yoongi? I read a
lot of great smut fics (yours included) but I’m really feeling gross
and fluffy haha! I love your writing keep up the great work!
Your husband Yoongi takes a trip to the store with your 1 year old son and get’s a little confused when it comes to buying diapers!
Language Note: Yeobo = a term of endearment used usually between married couples. Translates as something like “honey” ^_^
Pushing the trolley-cart with your 1 year old son Shiwoo
safely strapped in, Yoongi made his way down the supermarket aisles while doing
the weekly grocery shop. Usually, it would have been you in place of him, but
today you were currently attending a busy meeting at your company, so your
lovely husband volunteered himself to do it for you seeing as it was his day
off. “How hard could it be?” he
thought while on his way to the store – just a 10 minute walk on foot from your
house with Shiwoo cooing and laughing in his buggy, strolling along and having
the time of his life with his Daddy.
“Okay…we got all of the food…now we just need to get
your diapers and baby mush, little man” Yoongi reached into the baby seat in
the trolley, ruffling Shiwoo’s thick, black hair and beaming down into his
brown eyes that he often compared to as ‘huge saucers’ from his Mummy. Shiwoo
gurgled back in delight, making incoherent sounds and words up into Yoongi’s
face while grabbing his own toes and playing with them, making Yoongi’s heart
swell in his chest as he turned the corner down into the baby aisle.
“This should only take us a few minutes, then we can go home
and start making dinner for when Mummy gets back. You’ll help me, right Shiwoo?”
Yoongi cooed, making kissy faces down into his son’s face and proceeding to
engage in baby talk that no other person could understand unless they
themselves were a parent also. Yoongi was under the impression that buying the necessary
baby items would have been a piece of cake, but upon taking a closer look at
all of the brands of diapers, he began to lose hope.
“What’s the difference between the pink ones and the blue
ones? Is it stupidly gender related? But wait…why are there yellow ones too?”
he said out loud, causing several passing mothers with their babies to look at
him and giggle silently before going about their business. He took no notice
however, being so engrossed in trying to figure out and remember which ones you
usually bought. He stood up, pulling the shopping list out of his pocket and
looked down to see just ‘diapers’ written underneath ‘pureed baby food – red jars’.
He put his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it while furrowing his
eyebrows together. He had never even thought about having to decide between
different brands – did Shiwoo need extra dryness protection? Or did he need
longer lasting soft comfort? Did it matter what colour they were? Yoongi let
out a disgruntled sigh, letting his jaw go slack while slightly pouting his
lips together – the face he often made when he was frustrated or irritated; the
face you so happened to fall in love with. He decided that enough was enough,
pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning over the handle of the trolley,
letting Shiwoo play with his free hand as he dialled your number – praying that
you would at least be out of the meeting by now.
“Thank you very much Mr. Tomille – I’ll be sure to send that
email as soon as I get home! Have a safe journey” you waved your associate off
as he got into his car with his assistant. It had been a long three hour
meeting filled with headaches and lots of disagreements, but you really pulled
through for your team and secured a great deal for your division – making you
feel on top of the world as everyone congratulated you. You made your way back
into your office, picking up your handbag and coat to walk out of the door,
when you seen that you had 4 missed calls from Yoongi.
“Oh shit” you breathed out, feeling panic set in as you
fumbled to call him back. Your mind immediately went to the worst possible
thing that could have happened and believed it to be true as you heard the call
pick up on the other end.
“Yeobo, are you okay? Is Shiwoo okay? What’s wrong?” you stammered,
feeling your heart thump in your chest as you began quickly walking out the
front door of your office building on to the street.
“Everything’s fine (Y/N), don’t worry. We’re still at the
supermarket” you heard him say calmly along with the faint familiar sound of
the bustling store in the background. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief,
feeling the state of panic slowly departing from your body as you unlocked your
car doors and got in to the drivers seat, taking your heels off and replacing
them with flat shoes for driving.
“You’re still at the store? Why? Sorry for not answering you
but I was still in the meeting.” You said as you hooked your Bluetooth piece to
your ear and set the phone in the handset, hearing Shiwoo gurgling from the
other side of the phone and smiling to yourself.
“Okay, this is gonna sound so stupid but what diapers am I
supposed to get for our Shiwoo? There’s like, a billion different kinds here.
Why are there so many?” he chuckled, making you laugh out loud at how cute your
husband was. You imagined the look on his face upon being overwhelmed by so
many diaper brands while he asked Shiwoo for his advice on which ones to get.
“Oh baby, I should have been more specific in my note. Get
the ‘Huggies’ brand – the ‘extra dry more play’ box. They’re white with blue
stripes on the edges. Can you see them?”
Yoongi looked around for a few seconds, before spying the
correct box that was sitting in front of him the entire time as he looked back
at Shiwoo who was as usual, giving him a beaming, gummy smile.
“I got them yeobo, thanks! Alright, we’re gonna finish up
here and we should be home soon. Where are you?” he stood up, flinging the
diapers into the trolley before reaching over to the other side of the aisle
and grabbing the baby food.
“I’m on my way back now. See you at home?” you smiled,
hearing Yoongi’s deep chuckle as you stopped at a red light, watching 5 or 6
school kids walking across the road on their way home from school. Your heart
surged in your chest at the thought of having more babies with Yoongi and being
able to watch them walking to and from school by themselves in the future that
you almost began crying right then and there.
“Yeah, but don’t even think about starting dinner when you
get in. Me and Shiwoo are making you jjigae tonight – so just put your feet up
and be ready for our kisses when we get home” he said softly into the phone
as he curled his finger underneath Shiwoo’s chin, tickling him and making him
giggle. You took off again once the light turned green, smiling with gross,
unbelievable endearment for your sweetheart of a husband as you nodded and
“Alright then, I’ll let you two boys do all the work then. I
could get used to this you know” you replied playfully, hearing Yoongi giggle
as he approached the checkout to pay for all the groceries.
In the elevator heading up to their rooms, Steve reached out and took Tony’s hand, lacing their fingers together and raising an eyebrow in question. Tony sent him a quick smile and squeezed his hand lightly.
Bucky coughed loudly and when Tony glanced up, the big brunette slipped his right arm around his waist and pulled at him until Tony ended up plastered right against his side, with Steve close behind, letting Tony’s hand go to also put an arm around him.
“Alright?” Bucky asked and Tony nodded, so Steve pressed a light kiss to his head, keeping him firmly between them until the elevator rolled to a stop on the six floor and they headed down the hall.
“We are in 622.” Bucky had to let go of Tony to use the room key and Tony frowned.
“Your left arm is pretty useless, isn’t it?”
“Um.” Bucky shifted uneasily. “Most days it just sort hangs there, yeah.”
“Would you let me take some measurements on it? I think I could really–”
“Maybe some other time.” Bucky said, looking entirely uncomfortable and Tony felt bad for bringing it up.
“Sorry.” He whispered and Bucky opened their door before hugging him a little closer.
“Not your fault, honey. Just don’t want to ruin our night by talking about it.”
“Speaking of which…” Steve motioned to their room. “Tony, are we all sharing? We didn’t think to ask and–”
“I’m next door.” Tony pointed to the door. “I thought two rooms were best tonight. And it’s pretty late so–”
“So we should call it a night.” Steve refused to let Tony see how disappointed he was, and sent a pointed glare at Bucky so he could wipe the look off his face. “Come here then.”
Bucky let go of Tony so Steve could pull him close, kissing his forehead before tilting his chin up. “This is wonderful, Tony. I was afraid for a while there that this would never happen.”
“Me too.” Tony admitted, and stepped further into him, lifting his lips for a real kiss. “Glad we made it.”
“So glad, honey.” Steve kissed him for a long moment, then let go reluctantly, giving Tony a little push in Bucky’s direction.
“Come here sweet thing.” Bucky said gruffly and hooked his good arm around Tony’s shoulders pulling him in for a long kiss. “So glad I finally got to get my hands on you.”
Tony laughed against his lips. “I’m glad too, Bucky. Tonight has been amazing.”
Bucky stepped away only when Steve cleared his throat, neither one of them quite willing to call it a night, but neither one willing to push Tony for anything more than just this. So they smiled and gave him one last kiss each before disappearing into their room, trying not to let him know how disappointed they were that the night was ending.
And Tony stretched out on his bed and stared at the ceiling, wondering if he was brave enough to knock on the door and ask if he could spend the night with them.