QUARK: I’ve been sent by my people to open up a market for advanced Ferengi technology. DENNING: What kind of technology you talking about? QUARK: How would you like to travel beyond the stars at speeds you never even dreamt were possible? Or to transport yourselves from one place to another in the blink of an eye? DENNING: You know how to do that? QUARK: That’s only the beginning. We can give you the medical knowledge to cure your deadliest diseases. We have machines that can produce food and clothing out of thin air. DENNING: What about weapons? QUARK: Weapons? If you want weapons, I’m the man to see. We can teach you to make phasers, disruptors, photon torpedoes or even quantum torpedoes. A little more expensive, but worth it.
You should definitely meta about Tony and Wanda and how Tony's given way more leeway for what he's done as opposed to Wanda
Okay so. There is a huge disparity in the treatment of Wanda and Tony. Tony stans are virulent* in their defence of him, while Wanda stans, fans or her defence squad are pushed to defend her or point out the holes in other’s arguments - they’re pushed on the defensive from the start because Stark Stans love to focus on the fact that, as we are shown in the films “Wanda wrongs Tony first”.
*Yes, virulent. Like a virus. They’re awful and as far as I care, should be eradicated.
Yeah, right. Long before Wanda ever touched Tony Stark’s mind, Tony did something to her. Unintentionally. Unknowingly. Indeed, he may not have even been directly involved, it may have been Obadiah Stane’s fault, but, for narrative and thematic reasons, I think it would resonate more with Tony’s sense of guilt, blame and responsibility if it was in some way his fault. If Tony Stark had willingly sold weapons to NATO, who were involved in the Balkans unrest, or to the US government who later interfered in the unrest in the Balkans* - unknowingly making a situation worse with his weapons as Yinsen tells him. If it’s simply Obie’s fault, selling them behind his back, I think it removes a lot of the narrative impact from Tony’s shouldering the blame for his weapons - which he designed, which his company and people he trusted sold, which were then used in ways that hurt civilians, intentionally or not.
*You can read more about the Balkans conflicts after the dissolution of Yugoslavia over Here and Here. Many thanks to @tobermoriansass for helping me with this. Further reading [x][x].
The fact of the matter is Tony Stark’s company - his company then, before he gave over power of it to Pepper - sold weapons that orphaned the twins. The twins, as ten-year-old children, hated the man who, as far as they knew, had orphaned them. Who had sold the weapons. Who had power and money and means and was praised - who, if he had sold weapons to NATO, for use in the Balkans conflict, may well have been praised for his part in such a so-called “peacekeeping” initiative - … and whose weapon had taunted them for two days in the rubble, as they waited above the bodies of their dead parents.
To quote This truly fantastic meta by @eatingcroutons:
With all this going on, Maximoffs would have grown up knowing nothing but war, and with a deep-seated hatred of the foreign powers that had occupied and violated their homeland and people. Orphaned, desperate and powerless, it makes complete sense for them to jump at von Strucker’s offer to become something more. Like many of their compatriots, they volunteered for his experiments when he showed up with Loki’s staff in 2012.
The thing is, in explaining this, I’m not trying to justify Wanda’s actions to you. I’m sure there are many fans of Tony who’re going to insist that that’s exactly what I’m doing, but I’m not. This is simply an explanation of the upbringing and background - and ultimately trauma - that led to her decision. Just as Tony’s trauma has affected much of his behaviour to ultimately toxic ends.
[Source: Where’s The Alcohol?: Revisiting Tony Stark’s Glossed Over Alcoholism. The meta largely covers comics!Tony’s alcoholism, but I think the degree to which Tony drinks in the films, and his attitude towards alcohol, as well as his generally reckless behaviour, all speak to someone with some very unhealthy coping mechanisms]
So there’s that. Both of these characters have severe trauma and that affects not just how they see the world, but how they access and interact with the world. In simple terms, both characters have what amounts to excellent fic fodder! They’re both deeply fucked up with deep-seated issues, a desire to make amends for the wrongs they’ve done:
[Source: Avengers: Age of Ultron, the Battle of Novi Grad. Clint to Wanda, offering her a chance to make amends - which she takes]
TONY:I saw that I had become part of a system that is comfortable with zero accountability.
REPORTER: What happened over there?
TONY: I had my eyes opened. I came to realise that I have more to offer this world than just making things that blow up. And that is why, effective immediately, I am shutting down the weapons manufacture at Stark Industries … until such a time I can decide what the future of this company should be, what direction it should take, one that I am comfortable with and that is consistent with the highest good for this country as well.
[Source: Iron Man 1, Tony’s press conference on his return, shutting down Stark Industries’ weapons manufacture after seeing what it’s doing to people first hand]
So, if we’re getting into an argument of who hit who first, it was Tony. This is a farcial debate, because both characters seem able to move forwards from this, and grow up rather than clinging to it - Wanda sacrifices her vengeance to defeat Ultron and proceeds to do everything in her power to make amends afterwards, staying on as an Avenger while Tony has been actively making amends since, like Wanda, he was made aware of what his actions were actually doing. If we’re getting into an argument over who has learned, both of these characters have remarkably similar arcs and have both learned a lot from their starting points. Both of these characters lost their parents at a young age due to factors beyond their control, both sought to do something in response to this (the twins fought the injustice of their country and it’s unrest too try to make a safe place for it’s citizens, so no other children would be orphans like they were, Tony spent his entire life trying to live up to his father’s demands and expectations.), and both, when they realised their ways of going about this (for the twins, trying to destroy Stark, who they blamed for much, for Tony, the creation, manufacture and sale of weapons) were doing considerable harm… both stopped, and both proceeded to try to not just make amends for what they’d done, but actively undo it - Wanda fights back Ultron’s drones, tries to save lives on the train and pre-emptively in Novi Grad and fights alongside the Avengers, while Tony halts the manufacture and sale of his weapons, tries to track down his Stark tech and works as an Avenger, trying to prevent disaster.
There’s other similarities too. They both lose people who are either important to them, or who are integral to their character arcs. Tony loses his parents, yes, but also Obie, who turns out to have betrayed him and Yinsen, who taught him what his weapons did, and the loss of Coulson impacts him incredibly - “We are not soldiers!”. Wanda loses her parents, her city and her brother, as well as sacrificing the vengeance that supported her for so long.
They both learn that those they’re working with may not be the right ones - Obie in IM1, but also learning of his father’s work with Anton Vanko in IM2 and the likely accidental or invisible ties between Howard’s presence in SHIELD even as SHIELD was early on riddled with HYDRA and, of course, Ross and the Raft. The twins sign on to work with what they think is SHIELD, only to later learn it’s HYDRA - this isn’t fan speculation, believe it or not, but canon.
And of course, after this, they work with Ultron, only for Wanda to learn his intention to destroy the world, which they of course cannot condone (when Ultron asks them not to get involved on the train Wanda responds “What choice do we have?”). Both Wanda and Tony repeatedly place trust in the wrong people and feel deep responsibility for this. And even Wanda’s continued anger at Stark when she knows he is the better choice than Ultron (“Ultron cannot see a difference between saving the world and destroying it. Where do you think he gets that from?”) makes sense - while Tony stopped making and selling weapons for and to others… he’s continued to make the best and worst weapon of them all - his own Iron Man suits, which he has kept wholly for himself - even Rhodey had to steal his suit, because Tony trusts so very few people. Indeed, like Steve, in some ways he does believe that sometimes the best hands are his own, even if he is very willing - and may even in a way find it comforting - to be held accountable for things.
There’s also a big one left. A really big one. A huge big one. And while every Stark Stan may try to justify it, it only goes to show the huge disparity between how Tony’s anger is treated vs. Wanda’s.
[Source: Captain America: Civil War. Tony stating his intent to kill Bucky Barnes for the death of his mother - a death Bucky was not in control of, as the brainwashed Winter Soldier, but is being blamed for anyway, and a death long ago.]
[Source: Avengers: Age of Ultron. Wanda putting fear into Tony Stark’s mind in order to bring about his downfall - an action done under the belief that blame was to be placed at Tony’s feet, regardless of if it was or not, and for deaths long ago.]
This is where the disparity comes in - a huge disparity, a disparity that I am pretty damn sure has it’s roots in classism, racism and sexism.
Tony is allowed to attack Bucky. He’s defended for it. He’s given justifications. And after it all, his fans still write fics where he apologises to Bucky and everything is fine and dandy. Wanda, on the other hand, is vilified. Is insulted from here to hell and back, is blamed for everything Tony does wrong from AOU onwards, is used to justify Tony’s every action - even Tony’s insults towards her:
“It’s a 100 acres with a lap pool. It’s got a screening room. There’s worse way to protect people. She’s not a U.S. Citizen and they don’t grant visas to Weapons of Mass Destruction.”
[Source: CACW, Tony to Steve, justifying Wanda’s illegal house arrest that happened against her knowledge… which kind of invalidates a house arrest when the person could break it simply by popping out to the shops.]
People buy into the in-universe media’s narrative that Wanda caused the explosion (she didn’t. We literally see Crossbones setting off the bomb he’s wearing). There are people who call her a murderer because she couldn’t contain an explosion - even though she contained it long enough to get it out of range of the people in the market, undoubtedly saving all of their lives. Indeed, the onus there if anything should have been on Steve, the one who was directly confronting Crossbones - but he got distracted, and Wanda, an Avenger still being trained up, still without a full grasp of her powers, had to step in when the bomb was set off.
Captain America: Civil War. Wanda self-flagellating over her perceived failure to save the lives of the Wakandans.]
Wanda displays much the same hallmarks as Tony Stark, has a very similar arc and very similar responses to trauma and mistakes (drive for vengeance and desire to make amends most notably).
And yet, Wanda is blamed, insulted, vilified. Tony Stark is praised, defended and others are trodden down so he may be raised up. Why is this?
It’s really very very simple:
Tony is a cis male (ostensibly) straight guy, born and raised in America to immense wealth, with a genius level intellect, constant snark and Daddy issues to make even Tyrion Lannister or goddamnit Jon Snow cry. He’s America’s 1%, he’s got guilt issues up the wazoo and his sarcasm and snark makes him many people’s favourite archetypes in one - and so they defend him to the death.
What’s Wanda got?
Wanda is a woman from Eastern Europe who grew up first in a block of flats which were later destroyed due to the war-torn nature of her home country and from then, is said to have lived on the streets according to Marvel. She and her brother were deeply codependent as a result of their trauma, and, in order to have the power needed to take the vengeance they had sought since they were ten (reminder! they were children when they imprinted on this idea) they let themselves be experimented on by people they later learned were Nazis.
Oh, and she actually managed to in-part take that vengeance on Stark.
That’s the reason she’s hated. She’s a woman. She’s Other with her Eastern European accent. She’s Different with her powers no one can explain. She was poor. She’s foreign and lesser and a she. And then she attacked a fandom fave due to misconceptions that she believed in her whole life - that her upbringing and country only continued to emphasise:
[Source: Avengers: Age of Ultron. Sokovian graffiti of Tony Stark as Iron Man, his face plastered over with dollar signs.]
It’s xenophobia. If you count in the Roma and Jewish background of the twins in comics, then it’s also racism. It’s certainly sexism, likely classism. These things mean that few will consider her… for her. For her character arc, for her trauma. Few will sit down and notice the similarities between her and Tony, few care. Instead, they hate her for her act of vengeance. They don’t try to understand why.
[Source: Captain America: Civil War. Vision explains the science behind the fear response to Wanda due to her powers in-universe. And yet - so few both in the MCU and out of it - where it doesn’t actually matter - care to delve into the whys and werefores and Wanda’s treatment.]
They just hate.
And it fucking sucks.
End Note: If you should want a truly excellent fic written to battle these issues with how Wanda is perceived and treated in and out of universe, may I recommend to you all Soldier, Weapon, Stranger, Monster by the wonderful @tobermoriansass, who has been such a help in writing this meta.
just so you guys know justin trudeau the happy canadian cool guy prime minister™ hasn’t honoured any of his platform promises since getting into office and the first thing he actually did as PM was sign a 15bn dollar weapons sale to Saudi Arabia–the largest human rights violator in the world atm–even though he promised, if he was elected into office, that he would get rid of the deal altogether lol. canada is complicit in crimes against humanity and is still really really really racist don’t be fooled by JT’s six pack he’s a piece of human trash too
QUARK: But when you’re dealing in weapons, buyers aren’t interested in casual conversation. They just want their merchandise, no questions asked. It’s so impersonal. GARAK: Your charms would be wasted. QUARK: Exactly. So now Gaila owns his own moon, and I’m staring into the abyss. And the worst part is, my only hope for salvation is the Federation. GARAK: I know precisely how you feel.
I am trying to get back into the writing thing and today I was watching baseball and moved to write. So, yay!
I mean, it’s nothing much, but it is something. So, have some quick, fluffy Darcy/Bucky, sort of baseball related fic.
Thanks for being patient with me during this dreadful writing dry spell. I really appreciate it.
Autumn was starting to creep into the city. The weather was still mostly warm and green, but there’d been a couple of blustery, rainy days, and a new little chill in the air in the mornings. Darcy wasn’t sure she’d ever quite get used to Fall starting in September, but, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Because, for real, east coast summers were the worst.
Bucky’s apartment was not the best place to spend a summer. There was no cross breeze, it got stuffy as hell, and had no central air or anything. A couple fans by the windows, and mostly they just pushed around the sticky, grimy air from the outside.
Today was one of those slightly blustery days, though, and there was a hint of cool and damp and a definite breeze that rattled his blinds. And the apartment was quiet, nobody constantly demanding her attention for this thing or that. She could maybe get some things done. Maybe. Truthfully, it was just nice to hang out quietly with him.
“I think the bar oughta be a Dodgers bar,” Bucky said decisively from his spot on the couch.
On the other side of the couch, curled up, her back to the arm rest, feet braced on his thigh, Darcy was spending her Saturday afternoon reluctantly reading reports from Phil. She didn’t even bother glare. “Over my dead body.”
“It’s my bar.”
“That I’m paying for.” Darcy glanced up from her work and considered the screen. “How about the Mets? I have no strong feelings, they’re local, and they’re not the Yankees.”
“I don’t know,” he grumbled. “What the hell’s a Met?”
“Metropolitans.” She rolled her eyes and nudged his knee with her foot. “Oh my God, don’t be like that.”
His lips lifted into a little smile and he shrugged. “I’ll consider it.”
Darcy braced her elbow on the back of the couch and set her chin in her hand, watching the game for a minute. “I know a guy on the Mets.”
“Well, know.” She shrugged. “His mom’s my lawyer, and his grandpa was my lawyer before that. We sort of knew each other as kids. Kind of. Like, Memorial Day cookouts at his grandpa’s house kind of thing.”
Bucky jerked his chin at the tv. “He playing?”
She squinted at the field and counted the numbers. “I don’t see him. I think he’s mostly a bench guy this year. Second base, some shortstop. Good defense, quick on his feet. So-so hitter. Though, he had a good year in triple-A last year. Rick Carmine.”
“I’ll look out for him,” Bucky said and turned his attention back to the game. “Miami Marlins. Sounds like a double-A team,” he grumbled and fell silent for a long moment. “That guy needs a haircut. His hair’s longer than yours.”
“Says you, Mr. Lucious Locks down to your manly shoulders,” Darcy laughed, with a roll of her eyes, turning her own attention back to her tablet. So, okay, it wasn’t entirely quiet at Bucky’s, especially when he was in a ‘kids these days’ mood. Hilarious as that usually was. “Besides, baseball — it’s a long season, what else are they going to do other than grow weirdass beards and bad mullets? Not that there’s a good mullet.”
He let out a long breath through his nose. “I don’t like the long pants, either.”
Darcy stared at him for a second, looked at the screen, then back at him. “Are they playing baseball?”
“More or less.”
Exasperated, she waved a hand at him, the tv, the universe. “Then, just, whatever, okay?”
He snorted and slumped down on the couch, kicking up his feet onto his coffee table. “Okay, so if some guys have their pants long, and other guys have their socks high, I’ll pretend I don’t mind. But, if the socks are high, shouldn’t they all be the same? It’s a uniform. How come that guy’s got stripes on his socks, and that guy’s are just black? They’re on the same team, it oughta look the same.”
Darcy rubbed at her forehead and tried to pretend she was focusing on blackmarket weapon sales in Ukraine, and not her partner’s old man griping. “Let me get you the commissioner’s email. You can send him a letter.”
“Yeah, I’ll send him a letter,” he said, his tone dark with menace.
Darcy nudged his leg again. “Why are you all grumpy cat? You’ve been watching games all season.”
“Yeah, but by myself mostly.” He gave her a sad little look, like she’d abandoned him through the baseball season. “A couple times with Barton.”
“But you don’t bitch to Barton.” Aww, he wanted to save his bitching for when she could hear it. That was both annoying and sweet.
“I don’t know. I guess not.” Bucky watched the game and then slapped his hand on his thigh. “Where the hell was that pitch, ump? Geez. That was right across the letters. Ball, what a crock.”
Darcy laughed at his outrage. It was so normal, and those moments where he was just a regular guy were always such delight. “I’m pretty sure the proper nickname for every baseball umpire is 'bum’. So, like, that was a lousy call, you bum.”
“I agree. And he is a bum. Look at that strike zone. Or don’t, because I can’t tell where the hell it is.” He pointed at the TV. “I like the strike zone box they put up on the screen. Bet the umps don’t.”
“Some people want robo-umps,” she informed him. “I’m on the fence. I don’t entirely hate that, you know, each ump can have his own sort of unique strike zone, but that’s only okay so long as they’re consistent, you know.”
“Basically that strike zone box. A computer would call balls and strikes. I don’t know. I still like the human element. And you get to yell at the bums, which is part of the fun. Some people, though…”
He kept his face pointed at the TV, but his eyes slid over to her. “Yeah, well some people like the DH.”
Darcy scowled at him. “I am not arguing about the DH with you. Again.”
“Ruining the game,” he said, his voice rising.
“Oh my God, shut up about the DH.”
Bucky slapped his metal fist in his palm and glowered at the world. “Glad I was on the ice when it was instituted or I woulda burned the league down.”
“For real, stop.”
“What a waste of the bench,” he barked, his voice heating and he was waving his hands at the TV. “So, you carry an extra guy who’s only job is to—” Darcy lurched up and lunged at him, clapping her hand across his mouth.
“No,” she said, begging, demanding, insisting, pleading. “You’re a National League guy, it’s fine, I accept it. I like you for who you are, this critical personality flaw included. But, please, no more.”
They stared each other down for a long moment before he finally nodded and she let him go. She sat back cautiously, watching him warily like he might start in again.
There’d been a very, very long flight from Argentina where he talked about the designated hitter rule the whole time. She’d been tempted to jump out of the quinjet, except her suit’s arc reactor was offline and she was having a hard time getting it back. Even then, though, she was still tempted to jump. She worked great under pressure, and nothing beat the pressure of gravity and a quickly approaching planet.
He turned his attention back to the game. “Mets are okay, I guess. For the bar, I mean.”
“Good, great,” she told him, relieved to have escaped that dangerous, dangerous DH moment.
“But, I don’t want a bunch of tvs in the bar,” he said, pointing a finger at her. “Most places, they’ve always got 'em up too loud. I’m not going to the bar to have some sports jock shout at me while I’m trying to drink a beer.”
“A couple, just for games, turn them off the rest of the time.”
They were silent for a moment and then she laughed. “You’re like a million years old.”
“I like what I like,” he grumped. “I don’t like the DH, though, because it takes away from strategy—”
“NO!” She dropped her tablet listlessly onto her lap, threw her head back, and let her body go limp in utter and complete defeat. “Call Steve. You guys can go do your old fogey thing about it. Rarr, kids these days and their designated hitter. God. Leave me in peace,” she groaned, so much pain, so much anguish. Minor anguish, but still, shut up Bucky.
The room fell quiet after her cri de coeur, except for the quiet rumble of traffic, the voice of the play by play man, and Bucky’s laughter. The big asshole.
“Jerk,” she muttered and petulantly shoved at his leg with her foot.
“I love riling you up.”
He let out an amused sigh and grabbed her foot before she could kick him again. “Okay, so the Dodgers are in LA. The Athletics are in Oakland. The Giants are in San Francisco. Weird.”
“The east coast needs to stop hoarding all the teams,” she shot back, her tone sour, still annoyed.
“I guess, or California will steal them all.” He gave her a look and then returned his attention to the game. “Oh, and the Braves are in Atlanta. And I don’t know what happened to the Senators except now they’re the Nationals?”
“I think they’re the Twins now, and the Nationals moved from Montreal.”
His brows drew down in a confused frown. “Montreal. Canada?”
Darcy shrugged and picked up her tablet again. Work was not really getting done, but she could try to pretend. “Toronto Blue Jays.”
“I can’t keep up with all this.”
“Don’t try to see the then, live with the now,” she advised.
“Half the league are teams after your day. Just, you know, embrace the league as it is now.”
“Except the DH.”
“Mother fu—” Darcy thumped her forehead with the palm of her hand. “I walked into that one.”
“Yeah, you did,” he told her, sounding almost gleeful.
“See if I let you use the company seats at the ballpark of your choice. Ever,” she told him, glaring darkly.
“You’ve got seats at all the parks?”
“Ok, well, no, not really. The places we have major offices. For, you know, schmoozing clients, or rewarding employees, and like that. I’d have to check where all. But I’m pretty sure I could get really awesome tickets anywhere. Not that I will for you. So, know what you’re missing and suffer. Nosebleed seats for you, buddy.”
Bucky snickered and rubbed a hand down her shin, squeezing her ankle lightly. “Yeah, 'cause I can’t buy my own tickets.”
“Boo to you,” she whined and huddled over her tablet. “Ruin every scrap of fun I have.”
He drew a meep of surprise from her when he pulled on her leg, drawing her down the couch. Flailing a little at the sudden move, she found herself flat on her back under a looming and impressive assassin. He had one hand braced on the back of the couch, and the other on the arm above her head. It was … a breathtaking view.
“Yep,” he said, smirking. “Ruining your fun, that’s me.”
Letting out a long breath, she poked at his chest; not hard, only just enough to appreciate the closeness and solidness of his pecs. He wasn’t the biggest guy she knew, but wow, he really knew how to work the upper body. And, she was free to grope at will. In a not creepy way. Hooray dating.
“You are in an interesting mood today,” she murmured, still examining his chest. The gray henley was really well fitting. And probably brought out the blue in his eyes, but she was focused elsewhere.
“Nobody’s shooting at us,” he said, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth. “Nobody is torturing us.” Another kiss on the other side of her mouth. “Nobody is trying to blow us up.” His lips landed solidly on hers, but before she could make it a real kiss he drew back with a smile. “Nobody is—”
Her phone rang and he turned his head towards the device with a growl. A real, deep, animal growl. Darcy couldn’t help it, she laughed.
“Of course.” Grabbing his chin, she turned his face back to her and captured his lips with hers. She was getting her kiss, interruptions be damned. But, the phone kept ringing and it was Phil’s ringtone and there was only so long they could ignore the Director.
“I hate Coulson,” Bucky grumbled against her cheek. “I hate him a lot.”
“But, he’s such a big fan of yours.” She shoved at his chest, but regretfully this time it was less about feeling him up and more about moving him out of the way.
He didn’t move far, just slid to the side, squeezing between her and the back of the couch. Shoving his bristly chin against the side of her neck, he grumbled darkly, swearing in Russian, while she fumbled for the phone.
“This better be a planet-wide emergency, Phil,” Darcy greeted with a groan.
“I need you to go to Japan,” he greeted. “I’m sending you the file.”
“Bucky wants you to know that he hates you.”
“That’s too bad,” Phil said, his voice bland and unbothered by the fact that one of his childhood heroes hated him. “I’d like to do a video brief in half an hour.”
“You’re interrupting his baseball day,” Darcy pressed.
“Baseball lasts for a half the year. Did you know I played second in little league?”
“Read the file, briefing in thirty.” Phil hung up and Darcy dropped her phone on the floor and patted the side of Bucky’s head.
“I hate him,” Bucky muttered.
“Me, too. Briefing in thirty.” She squirmed away from her partner and rubbed a hand over her eyes, trying to shake off the haze of 'attractive man and his kissing and attractiveness and such’. “I think we need to sweep your apartment for cameras.”
“Why?” Bucky shoved himself up and flopped back over to his side of the couch.
“His timing is too … suspicious.” She glared up at a likely corner of the room. “I bet he’s colluding with my dad.”
“I think you’re paranoid.”
“Is it paranoid when we work for a spy agency? And my dad is a big nosy, nudnik?”
“Probably,” he said with a dry chuckle. “So, briefing? Where are we going?”
Darcy glared sourly and pulled her tablet out from where it got stuck between the couch cushions. “Japan.”
“Sounds fun. I like Japan.”
Darcy closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. “And now you’ve cursed it.”
Designed by Louis Daudeteau c.1884-95, made by the Manufacture d’Armes de St-Etienne for French Navy field trials with marine infantry in the French Asian colonies - serial number 3443. 6,5x53,5mmSR Daudeteau 6-round en-bloc clip, bolt action repeater. One of the many rifle designs developed by Daudeteau, characterized by their small caliber cartridges and funky clips.
The French Navy entertained the prospect of equipping marine infantry with these overall fairly modern rifles in the 90′s. Unfortunately for Daudeteau, French marines passed under the juridisdiction of the army shortly afterward, and the trial period was aborted without any sale.
The Czech Republic already has some of the most lenient gun policies in Europe. It’s home to about 800,000 registered firearms and 300,000 people with gun licenses. Obtaining a weapon is relatively easy: Residents must be 21, pass a gun knowledge check and have no criminal record. By law, Czechs can use their weapons to protect their property or when in danger, although they need to prove they faced a real threat.
This puts the country at odds with much of Europe, which has long supported much more stringent gun-control measures. In the wake of the 2015 terror attacks in Paris, France pushed the European Union to enact even tougher policies. The European Commission’s initial proposal called for a complete ban on the sale of weapons like Kalashnikovs or AR-15s that are intended primarily for military use. Ammunition magazines would be limited to 20 rounds or less.
I’m now convinced that the “second omnic crisis” is a fiction perpetrated by Katya Volskaya against her own country in order to profit from the sale of weapons, and, TBH, Zarya is going to throw her down a bottomless pit Emperor Palpatine style when she finds out
Manufactured by Liégeois armourer Charles Ph. Clément c.1903-1908 in Belgium - serial number 7733. 5x18mm Clément - originally
Charola y Anitua
- 8-rounds removable box magazine, blowback semi-automatic. An early semi-automatic pistol, similar to the FN Browning 1900 in some ways. Its descendant the M1907 will do away with the Clement cartridge and adopt the .25ACP and .32ACP rounds.
The 5mm Clement cartridge was a Mauser pistol copy much like the Charola y Anitua pistol, but was not well stabilized in flight. As such it tumbled a lot, but this somehow didn’t impair the pistol’s sales.
Kaiba is not, at his core, a violent man. (Mostly about anime!Kaiba, but somewhat manga!Kaiba too.)
When he takes over KaibaCorp, he immediately shuts down all projects involving the design, manufacturing, and sale of weapons. In S3, Gozaburo and Noah mention an extensive missile system, probably set up in secret, left in place from when KaibaCorp was a weapons company, that would have the devastating effect of wiping out 95% of the entire human population within 30 days of being fired.
If Kaiba knew about these, he probably left them in place because it was easier and cheaper to let it be. (And you never know, if the world is invaded by aliens, Kaiba could help save the day with his convenient WMDs.) He had no intention of using them, though, because if Kaiba’s going to rule the world (in DSOD, he’s got a solid gaming monopoly in Japan), it’s going to be as a businessman. He would never go into politics, because politics is about being a public servant, which does not appeal to Kaiba in any capacity (not in his current stage of life, at least). He also has no interest in causing war, widespread destruction, or human suffering.
That being said, he’s not afraid to use aggression and the threat of violence when the situation calls for it. (And, in the early manga, when it just helps him get what he wants.) We see his aggression in his duels, but those don’t count as violence because non-human holograms are fighting, not him.
Willingness to use aggression and, if pressured, violence, isn’t actually a bad thing. Yugi’s pacifism is a fairly problematic philosophy to live by. (I have a friend who’s a serious pacifist and can explain and defend his position with philosophy, and I completely respect that even though I disagree with him; but Yugi does not, in the anime, defend his ideology in any way, and it just looks like he hates fighting because he gets bullied all the time.) Kaiba’s willingness to use aggression and the threat of violence empowers him to protect that which matters to him, namely Mokuba, himself, and his company.
ESFJ – the Provider, the Facilitator, the Caretaker
DS9 enjoys making its characters outcasts from their home cultures. As the self-professed keeper of Ferengi tradition, Quark has the farthest to fall when he loses everything and becomes a failure in his people’s eyes. It’s then that he discovers that he’s made friends among the misfits on the station—the hew-mons and other non-Ferengi he’s disdained, but still served as their faithful bartender.
Dominant Function: (Fe) Extraverted Feeling, “The Garden Fountain”
Quark could also be called, “the Host, the Negotiator, the Party-Planner.” His bar is the hub of DS9’s civilian population, arguably as important as Ops itself. When Sisko convinces/blackmails him to stay and keep the place open after the Occupation, the community on the station comes back to life.
Despite their ongoing combative relationship, Quark feels actual affection for Odo, and always tries to goad the constable into admitting the same. He likes messing with Odo’s composure using Fe in the same way Odo likes to frustrate his life using Te. They have it out one day while stranded on a mountain together, and Quark assures Odo he meant every hateful word—and the feeling is mutual.
Quark’s materialism isn’t driven just by personal desire, but by the need to be seen as a successful Ferengi. His culture says that acquiring profit by any means necessary is the goal of life, and Quark aspires to this standard. When he fails, he’s embarrassed. When his family fails him, or bucks the values they were raised with, Quark tries to shame and bully them back into line.
Iron Man / The Avengers: Anthony Edward Stark [ESFP]
OFFICIAL TYPING by Charity /
Extroverted Sensing (Se): Tony
is comfortable engaging with the environment and using it to the best of his
ability; when imprisoned, he uses the objects around him to invent the first
Iron Man. He is comfortable in high-risk situations and enjoys physical
engagement. Prior to finding “a purpose” as Iron Man, Tony is a playboy, caught
up in indulging all his sensual whims (gorgeous women, fine cars, expensive
parties, etc). Each situation is an “experience” for Tony, who goes straight
for the quickest solution to resolve problems. He uses the world, connecting to
and finding its possibility, without difficulty or hesitation – and nearly gets
himself killed multiple times in the process. For the most part, he lets Pepper
run his companies, preferring to “play” instead of “work.”
Introverted Feeling (Fi): Until
the sales of weapons impacts Tony directly, he doesn’t care about them – and then
once he reaches a hard line moral conclusion that it is wrong, he refuses to
further make or sell weapons, which threatens the company’s bottom line. Tony’s
Fi is unhealthy, in the sense that he often sticks to his own moral beliefs,
without considering the fall out (refusing to sell weapons means closing some
of his businesses, forcing hundreds of thousands of people into unemployment;
he also disregards Cap’s feelings about Bucky, focusing on his own intense
beliefs and need for revenge). Tony’s emotions bottle up, sometimes over years (his anguish over the last
argument he had with his parents, finally exploding with rage when he finds out
who killed them).
Extroverted Thinking (Te): CONTROL.
Tony strives for it, constantly; he believes humans need monitored and
protected, and that the Avengers need a check… government oversight. He sees a logical problem
(the mass damage they have caused) and goes straight for the obvious solution
(a contract forcing them to abide by rules)
rather than engaging in creative thinking or finding loopholes (unlike Cap,
whose Ti has analyzed the problems of governmental oversight). When Cap refuses
to agree and sign the document, Tony recruits and avidly tries to force him into obedience. Tony often
loops through Se/Te, creating brutal frankness in conversation, harsh insults
and criticisms of others, and a tendency to disregard personal feelings to accomplish
a task (ignoring Cap’s feelings about Bucky). Financial gain has little motive over Tony, who can put together business proposals but prefers to leave running
companies to Pepper.
Introverted Intuition (Ni): Tony
tinkers with inventions, but all of them pertain in some way to Iron Man after
awhile. He fixates on this one project, obsessively refining and perfecting the
suit. He reaches singular conclusions, a sense of what he believes is going to
happen or what will “fix” the problem, and refuses to change his mind, which
leads to conflict with the other types. It’s ONE WAY, all the way. Under
stress, Tony becomes convinced of catastrophic impending events, and disaster
around every turn. He becomes so caught up in this vision, he can’t see any
other possibility or solution. Further, sometimes his excitement over creating
things fails to take into account the futuristic fall-out (Ultron).
I know, I know. I’m going to take heat for this typing. Stereotypes want Iron
Man an ENTP. This one is not. No Ne. None. One solution, one object, one
interest, one resolution to every problem is not Ne. Half the movies are about
Tony reacting to and engaging the environment (Se) and fixating on a single
opinion (Ni). He also has no Ti. His adaptability comes from Se, but when
presented with difficult problems, Tony locks into using control, force, and
rules (Te), rather than inventing a new system (Ti). The last movie
really showcases this, with his single solution of “sign the document.” His
raging emotions turn up frequently, far more than futuristic insight. Tony
internalizes feels until he loses it. His PTSD a few movies back
showed his inability to articulate emotion outwardly, instead leading into a
depressive, paranoid spiral. There is a margin of error for ENTJ, since Tony
does spend most of his time in an unhealthy loop, but he exhibits the paranoid
symptoms of lower Ni, and he appears much more capable with Se than Te,
suggesting it’s the dominant.
Some of his decisions are incredibly short-sighted (Ultron??).
Imagine Tony stumbling away from his crash site in Afghanistan, bleeding, concussed, dehydrated. Imagine Tony hallucinating as he makes his way across the desert, seeing Howard calling him a failure, seeing Pepper begging him to get up and keep going. And imagine Tony falling to his knees when he sees a helicopter overhead, because of course his brain would torture him with the possibility of rescue, with the sight of his best friend running across the sand to his side.
Tony swears as he stumbles on the shifting sand, twisting his ankle and hitting the sand on his side. The hot sand burns his bare arm, but he’s got more important things to worry about, like keeping sand out of the only thing keeping him alive.
“Get up. Stark men are made of iron.”
Tony makes a noise of bewilderment, turning to find the source of the voice.
It’s his father.
“What the Hell?!”
Howard looks at him sternly, flat disappointment in his eyes. Wow, he hasn’t missed that look in nearly two decades.
“You need to do better, Anthony. I expect more from my son.”
“Ooh, breaking out the full name,” Tony snarks, “You must be pissed.”
Great. He’s talking to his hallucination. It makes sense; he’s been out here for half a day without food or water, bruised to Hell with a concussion to boot. It’s a miracle he hasn’t already keeled over from heatstroke.
Howard continues to stare at him, remote and austere like he’d always been.
“Couldn’t you, I don’t know, do something different? I mean, you’re a figment of my imagination, be creative.”
“Stark men are made of iron, Tony. Remember that.”