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krisym  asked:

On that lacerta post, I saw you mention that a t8 won't cut it and that a t5 should be used instead. My question is, what is the difference between the two that makes one better than the other?

I really love this video because around 1:58 (video URL starts there) Frances Baines starts comparing T8s and T5s (with reflectors). T8s are good for reptiles that don’t have high UV requirements/live mostly in shade, but to hit the “sunlight effect” UV index the animal has to get quite close to the bulb, around 6″-8″. Not really good for lacertids.

T5s have an excellent spread and works great for large vivariums. It’s much easier to hit “sunlight” UV indexes from larger distances too (around 12″ from the bulb). You can establish large basking areas with a T5, and even if installed above a wire mesh screen there won’t be too much of a reduction in UV output. Of course, unfiltered UVB is preferred but sometimes not feasible in some set ups.

Also, T5s are much brighter than T8s. You can see the difference in these pictures:

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“Jungkook had no idea that his biggest job as an intern would be to look after the country’s greatest, most-secretive, superhuman on the planet - V”

🌹 I’m going to post the full work on my ao3 account soon, but for now, I thought it’d be fun to post this teaser here-

Don’t go anywhere near room 27. That was the number one rule in the facility, and Jungkook respected it the entire year he’d been working there. It was something he was warned of at the front door when he first got the job, something he was constantly reminded in every lab he stepped into, something he was told by the guards standing outside the room every time he passed the hall.

And Jungkook wasn’t an adventurous kid, either. If Dumbledore said to stay away from the third-floor corridor, he stayed away. He didn’t care what secrets lied beyond, what magic stone was being protected- he liked having guidelines to follow, he liked knowing what he was and wasn’t allowed to do. And for the entire duration of his internship – with the world’s most renowned scientists and electric engineers, mind you – he knew that he was absolutely not, under any circumstances, even if the world was ending, and the only way to save it was to open that door, he was not to enter room 27. No matter what.

So, one could only imagine how much of a shock it came to Jungkook when his superior, Dr. Kim Namjoon wanted to send him and one of the earlier recruitments Park Jimin into room 27.

“I’m sorry, Doctor, I think I heard you wrong. Did you just say room…” he trailed off, not daring to mention the number in case he really did hear wrong, and made a complete fool of himself.

But the scientist just nodded. “Room 27, you heard me right.” Jimin nudged him excitedly when the older man had his back turned to them to grab a few files off his desk. “I’m well aware of the rules, if that’s what’s concerning you, Intern Jeon.” He walked across the lab, placing the files in their proper drawer as the boys followed behind him. “But we’ve reached a point in our research where V could use some interaction. And because its data puts it somewhere between your,” he looked to the ceiling, then air quoted, “’ages’ ­– for lack of a better word – you’re the best candidates for the job.” He turned to them and sighed, his arm resting on the metal file drawer. He raised an eyebrow, “Unless you don’t think you’re right for it?”

“N-No!” Jungkook said a little too quickly, and lowered his head, his face flushed. “We’ll do our best, sir.”

He shook his head, and walked over to another desk. “That’s not good enough. V is a delicate piece of machine, its ability to memorize and store is beyond anything you could imagine. Any human error is saved into its mind forever.”

“So, that’s what’s in room 27?” Jimin said, unable to help himself. “A machine?”

Namjoon seemed to think about that word, like he couldn’t begin to explain. Finally, he put his hands in his coat pockets and nudged his head to the door. “You’re really going to have to see it for yourselves.” His smile widened as he checked something behind the boys. “Ah, perfect timing.”

The interns turned to find two familiar men at the door. Jungkook remembered! They were the guards he’d been so used to seeing outside room 27. One of them was taller than he was, but the smile that never left his face made it hard for Jungkook to be afraid of him. The shorter one however, that one was terrifying. More than once, when he thought Jungkook was glancing at the door as he walked past it, he’d give such a glare that he was sure he’d be burned on the spot.

It was an unspoken rule in the facility that provoking the angry little guard was the best way to shorten your life span, and nobody ever dared put that rule to question.

Even now, he watched them both with a stony expression, and the two couldn’t help but clear their throats and turn back to their superior.

“Boys,” he said to the interns, then gestured to each guard. “This is Jung Hoseok, and Min Yoongi. If all goes well today, you’ll be seeing a lot more of them.” Namjoon barely looked at the wide-eyed boys as he turned over to sit at his desk, pulling a paper of statistics and graphs from one of the drawers. “They’ll be your escorts to room 27.” He looked to the guards. “You can fill them in from here?”

The brighter one, Jung Hoseok, saluted with two fingers. “Yes, sir.” He waved at the interns to follow, his smile widening. “Come on, guys, you’re in for a big kaboom.”

The two glanced at each other, then quietly followed, Jungkook keeping cautiously in the back as the guards led them down the white halls.

“Here’s the deal, brats,” Min Yoongi said with his back turned to them. He held out a white card with several gold and silver lines etched across. “This is the access card to room 27. It’s the only way in, and there are only three in the entirety of existence. The people that have these cards are me, Hoseok, and the founder of this facility, Dr. Song Hobeom. If we are not with you, you will not. Be able. To get in. Got it?”

They wordlessly nodded, then Hoseok added, “He’s not kidding. A nuclear bomb wouldn’t get passed that door. Several might, but…” he noticed the look on the boys’ faces, and he laughed. “Don’t worry, guys. You’ll get used to this stuff soon.” He turned to face them, walking backwards. “Now, just a fair warning, V is a little bit much to handle on the first visit, and you won’t completely understand at first, but everything will be explained to you, so don’t sweat it.”

“Dr. Kim made it sound like V was a computer or something.”

Hoseok smiled, but it didn’t reach his ears this time. He turned back around when he’d nearly hit a wall, and over his shoulder, he gave them an unreadable look. “Or something.”

“Another thing,” Yoongi added, “don’t say that kind of crap when you get in. In fact, no tech talk at all.”

Jungkook looked over to Jimin, but he seemed just as confused. They’d rounded the corner and approached the room, and Jungkook’s heart began racing. This was it. The room he was never allowed to go anywhere near, and he was nearing it! His mind raced as he thought of what could be hidden inside. Would the walls be covered with thick and small wires? Would there be screens surrounding the room? Would there be blue monkeys and wild, beastly rats in cages? Would the room be flooded with scientists that Jungkook had never known existed in the facility?

As if reading his mind, Jimin asked, “How many others are working on this project?”

They were getting closer and closer, almost enough to be able to touch it.

“Well,” Hoseok said, “might come as a surprise, but Dr. Song only trusted six people to help take care of V.” He pointed between him and his friend. “Yoongi, me, you two, Dr. Kim, and Caretaker Kim Seokjin.”


Just then, a young man walked out of the room, startling Jungkook and Jimin. They immediately caught his eye, and he tilted his head at the interns in the back. The youngest intern heard Jimin gasp, and he couldn’t blame him. This man, with his broad shoulders, his big eyes, his red cheeks, his soft, short brown hair, and his full, cherry lips – even Jungkook couldn’t deny he was drop dead stunning.

He didn’t dress in a white scientist coat. Instead, he wore a pair of ripped jeans and a loose sweater, and Jungkook wondered what someone like that could have been doing in room 27.

The boy nudged his head to the guards, and Hoseok smiled back. “Hey, Seokjin. How’s V today?”

So, this was Kim Seokjin, Jungkook thought, his eyes wide. This was – what had Hoseok called him? – V’s caretaker? Why would a machine need a caretaker?

“Fine. Just been reading that Moby Dick book all day.”

Hoseok looked impressed. “Onto English already, really?”

Seokjin smiled, crossing his arms, and Jungkook could’ve been wrong, but he thought the boy’s face seemed kind of sad to him. “Done with English actually. This is the seventh time he’s going through that book.” He sighed. “He’s taking an interest in Russian. Something new to do, I suppose.”

His eyes finally clicked with Jungkook’s and Jimin’s, and the boys immediately looked away, face flushed. “These the interns I asked for?”

Yoongi nodded and glanced over his shoulder. He gritted his teeth. “Bow. Show some respect to your hyung, brats.”

They both nearly jumped before bowing. It wasn’t their fault though; Seokjin didn’t look any older than they did.

They heard him laugh and they peeked up. He patted down Yoongi’s hair as he smiled at the boys. “Don’t be so scared of him, he just hasn’t shot anybody all week, so he’s a little grumpy.”

Jungkook couldn’t believe how much courage Kim Seokjin had. Nobody ever dared blink in Min Yoongi’s direction for fear of having the wolf transform and bite their heads off, and yet this man touched him in a way that was almost endearing. He looked at him like he was the cutest little kitten, and it made Jungkook wonder how much respect Yoongi had for his hyung.

“Can we see it?” Jungkook asked, feeling the tension rise. “V, I mean.”

Seokjin’s smile faded as he stared at Jungkook, and the intern was wondering what he had said that was so displeasing.

He was just starting to mentally curse at himself for opening his mouth when Seokjin said, “Him. You’re asking if you can see him. Not it.” He sighed, muttering, “Kim Namjoon, I swear to God, one of these days…”

Jimin’s brows furrowed. “I-I’m sorry, we don’t understand. Who’s he? I thought we were going to see a machine.”

Just then, Yoongi turned to them with the sharpest glare they’d ever seen, “The fuck did I just say?”

The interns gasped and brought their hands to cover their mouths, looking at the guards and Seokjin like they had no clue what was going on.

Seokjin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s okay, it’s fine, they didn’t know.” He set his hand on the metal handle, and leaned against the door. He looked to the guards. “My turn to explain?” They nodded. “Okay, great.” He turned his attention to the boys. “Before you go in, there’s something you need to understand. V isn’t exactly a… machine. When you go in, what you’re going to find is a normal boy. For the most part, he’s not going to look any different from either of you. He has skin, just like you do, he has a heart, just like you do. Got it? You so much as mention the words robot or computer, and I am going to kill you.”

He didn’t look or sound like he was joking, and Jungkook started to wonder how truly different he is from Yoongi. His face softened. “The reason I asked for you two is because, to put it bluntly, V’s bored. You’ll learn more in here than you ever thought possible, but as long as he has nothing to do but learn, he’s a danger to himself and others. He keeps taking in knowledge the way that he does, and he’s going to short-circuit his entire system.” He shook his head at the interns as if he’s talking to kindergarten students. “That’s not good, right?”

They mindlessly nodded, and he did the same. Somewhere along that dangerous line that dumb interns should never cross, Jungkook found his voice, and asked, “I-I thought it-” Seokjin raised an eyebrow, “I-I-I thought he could take in unimaginable amounts of information?”

He closed his eyes, and Jungkook guessed he had to have been asked that same question several times before, probably by the people in charge. “He can, but not at this pace. It’s too fast, even for him.”

His fingers closed around the handle. “You ready to meet him?”

The boys swallowed, and Jungkook’s fists tightened against his coat. He could feel the blood rushing in his ears, his heart beating so fast that he was worried the guards would hear it and Yoongi would scream at him to shut up.

Seokjin nudged his head to Yoongi who had pulled out his card. He swiped it into the small machine beside the door, and with a blue beep, Seokjin pushed the handle down and the door opened. “Alright, go on in front of me.”

Jungkook hesitated, but slowly stepped forward, Jimin behind him, and when they were inside, they could hear the sound of the door being closed after them, but Jungkook could only focus on the room.

One thing was for sure; he was not expecting this. It was as if he’d walked into a very large library. He couldn’t see how long the room stretched, but it seemed endless from the doorway. Shelves upon shelves upon shelves of books. The floor was covered with a dark blue carpet, and at the left side of the room, there lay several potted plants. Some were small, and some had grown into large trees that barely touched the high ceiling, and in the lights above them, the bulbs shined a strong yellow light, contrasting with the white light in the rest of the room. To the ride side, their jaws nearly dropped when they saw the green chalk boards. Not one, not two, but nearly fifty large boards were spread out against the wall. Jimin dared move closer, and was surprised to find that both sides were completely covered with equations, theories, alphabets that neither of them had ever seen before- even art.

“You think that’s good,” Seokjin said, obviously having heard their gasps, “you should see the paintings he keeps in the back. Mona Lisa, Blue Boy, The Scream; he’d figured out the patterns a long time ago.”

Jungkook could only look around with wide eyes, and he heard Seokjin chuckle behind him before he patted his shoulder.

“V!” he called out, closing to the shelves of books. “I brought visitors! V!”

Near the shelves at the end, there was the faint sound of wheels, and the interns’ heads snapped to where a large ladder was being guided along the shelves. At the top of the steps, there was a boy with a book in his hand. Jungkook saw him and nearly toppled backwards. This was V? He looked no older than him. This was the super-secret project that was being kept in room 27? A boy?

V isn’t exactly a… machine.

V is a little bit much to handle on the first visit. And you won’t understand at first.

Him. You’re here to see him. Not it.

“Yoongi hyung? Hoseok hyung?” he asked, his voice surprisingly deep for such a young face.

“New people,” Seokjin corrected as he made his way to him, waving at him to come down. “Come say hi.”

He climbed down, and as he did, he cautiously glanced between the two interns. He lowered his head to Seokjin, muttering something that almost sounded like, “But I thought you said new people were dangerous…”

“You can trust the people I bring in, can’t you?” he whispered back, and Jungkook felt like he was eavesdropping, being able to hear their conversation.

V kept his head down, standing with his book tight to his chest as he stayed safely next to Seokjin.

Jimin had come to stand next to Jungkook, the look of shock and disbelief on both of their faces as they took in the supposedly greatest super machine to ever be created by mankind. He wore flannel.

His eyes landed on Jungkook for a split second before he looked away, and Jungkook’s eyes narrowed, Seokjin’s earlier words coming back to mind.

For the most part, he’s not going to look any different than either of you.

But there was something that made him look different; his eyes. One was an electric blue, and one was a pale yellow. He didn’t realize he’d been staring until V moved closer to stand behind Seokjin, his shoulders scrunched.

Jungkook almost felt bad for him. He dropped his eyes from his, and nudged Jimin with his elbow to do the same.

“V, these are…” Seokjin trailed off, and Jungkook realized they’d never given him their names.

He awkwardly reached his hand out to V. “J-Jeon Jungkook.”

V stared at his hand, eying it cautiously before he slowly reached out from underneath Seokjin’s arm and lightly squeezed Jungkook’s fingers, then immediately pulled his hand back.

Despite all the emotions running around, Jungkook had to admit; V was breathtaking. No matter how he tried, he couldn’t get himself to look away. Then, he remembered, the boy was a machine. They’d probably spent months, years even, working on the perfect equation for his looks.

“Park Jimin.” And he did the same with him.

               “It’s okay, V. They’re going to be your new friends.”

               Friends. What an unfamiliar notion to Jungkook. It wasn’t as if he’d never had friends before. After all, Jimin was his best friend in the facility, and really his only friend everywhere else, but that’s only because the older boy had refused to leave him alone in the first place, to which he was thankful. Still, he really hoped they weren’t depending on him to teach this machine about friendship- they would be waiting a loooong time.

               V didn’t seem as eager to make new friends as his head snapped to Seokjin, wide-eyed. “Why, are you going somewhere?” His fists tightened in the older boy’s shirt, and he wore a frown so innocent, that Jungkook couldn’t help but answer.

               “No, of course not, Seokjin hyung just thought you’d want to meet more people,” he said, and as he felt V’s gaze on him, his ears turned red. He cleared his throat, and tapped Jimin on the shoulder.

               The boy smiled nervously. “R-Right! Plus, we heard there was a kid our age here, and we wanted to meet him.”

               At this, V’s grip on Seokjin’s arm lightened, and he wasn’t hiding as much anymore.

               Jungkook silently applauded Jimin for making something like that up on the spot as he saw Seokjin silently watching them, amused. He was waiting for them to earn V’s trust. Jungkook coughed and casually scratched the back of his head. “Uh, S-Seokjin hyung said you had paintings in the back. Can we see them?”

               His eyebrows slightly raised, and Jungkook couldn’t help but notice how big his eyes were. “You… want to see my paintings?”

               They both nodded enthusiastically, happy to have him saying anything them. He gave a small nod and hummed. As he turned, he tugged on Seokjin’s arm, muttering something to him under his breath that Jungkook’s unfortunate super sense of hearing could once again pick up. Something along the lines of, “Come on, hyung.”

               Seokjin let him hold onto him as they walked through the shelves, and Taehyung glanced over his shoulder at the two interns following them. Jungkook couldn’t help but be in awe at all the books they were passing. None of them were in Korean, and Jungkook couldn’t help but wonder if each section was a different language.

               “How many of these have you read?” Jungkook asked, unable to hide the astonishment in his voice.

               “All of them,” V simply said, and the boy nearly choked on air. He frowned at the intern. “What do you think they’re here for?”

               “That’s incredible,” he said, and looked over to find V watching him silently, his eyes on his, and suddenly, Jungkook felt very self-conscious. He blinked and glanced away for barely a second, but when he looked back, V had already turned away, his chin buried in Seokjin’s shoulder.

               He still had a hard time believing that this was what had been hiding in the unapproachable room 27, and he had an even harder time understanding it.

               “Dude, check it out,” Jimin nudged and Jungkook snapped back to reality as he saw them coming up to the end of the shelves. At the back, sitting against the wall were several paintings, half framed, and half resting on the floor.

               Jungkook stopped in front of them. Seokjin hadn’t been kidding; everything from Picasso’s work to Van Gogh had been lined up against the wall, all the way to either ends of the room. There was an empty canvas, several used paint cans, buckets, and brushes stacked atop each other, and several new ones placed neatly beside them. He could tell they were untouched. He moved one gorgeous picture to find five more stacked underneath.

               “Logically,” he heard V say, “it makes more sense to fold them so that they wouldn’t be covering the floor like this. But I can’t get myself to do it. It feels sad somehow.”

               “Feels sad?” Jungkook mindlessly asked. “You feel sad?”

               V seemed surprised by that reaction. He quickly clammed up, and hid himself again behind Seokjin, his grip in his sweater tightening. The intern suddenly got a guilty pang in his chest, still unable to help his curiosity. He had so many questions, and he didn’t know what was appropriate and what wasn’t. After all, he didn’t even understand what V really was yet.

               Seokjin looked like he was getting angry, but before he could say anything, Jimin spoke, a chuckle at his lips. “You really like to paint Seokjin hyung, don’t you?” He pulled out painting after painting of Seokjin; one of him on a couch that the interns assumed had to be in between one of these shelves, another of him in a field, another of him eating, and another, and another.

               The caretaker’s face went red, but V’s arms went around his waist, and he hugged him close, resting his cheek on his shoulder as he smiled. “He’s my favorite picture. He can’t always be here, so I like to have these with me to pretend he is.”

               Jimin smiled. “I bet we’ll be close enough for you to paint me someday.”

               They expected him to hide again, but his smile widened and he actually lightened his hold. “Really? Yeah! I bet we will!”

               Jungkook was surprised at how easily V smiled at Jimin, and the older intern seemed to genuinely like him as well. When he looked at him, Jungkook didn’t see curiosity in his eyes, he didn’t see tapping fingers that were holding back a flood of questions. All Jimin did was go through the paintings and turn to V, making comments or asking questions about the colors until he had almost completely let go of Seokjin.

               There was a space in between them, but V had chosen to sit on the opposite side of Jimin so that Seokjin was kneeling between the interns, and Jungkook was the furthest away from the machine.

               Jimin pointed at the book that was still in his hand. “What have you been reading?”

               His smiled beamingly, and Jungkook was caught off guard. So, that was what he looked like when he wasn’t scared. “Harry Potter, it’s my favorite.”

               “I love those books! They’re amazing!”

               “Yeah! My favorite is the first!”

“Really? I like the second one best, I feel like there’s more going on.”

Their wizards and magic talk faded away in Jungkook’s ears. If he had to be honest, he was kind of disappointed that V loved them so much. He was supposed to be a work of science, of chemicals and hours in labs. He wasn’t supposed to be interested in the fantasy and art worlds. He wasn’t supposed to be interested in anything, period.

               “Is this in French?” he heard Jimin say as he looked through the pages. The equations he saw on the boards up front, those were what V should’ve been using to preoccupy his time with. And still, even as he tried to convince himself of that, he couldn’t stop thinking about what Seokjin had said.

               V’s bored. So, what were they supposed to do? They were scientists, what would they know about entertaining this guy?

               He sighed, scrolling through more of the canvases when his eye caught something on the left. He looked over, and behind one of the paintings, the wall was black. Leaving everyone else in their conversation, he reached out and pulled the canvas back, his eyes going wide when he saw the burned wall. The cement had been dug into, and the color had gone to a deep, grey black. He spread his arm out to it, but just before his fingers could touch the destroyed surface, he was yanked back.

“DON’T TOUCH THAT!” He looked up to find V’s arm securely around his shoulders, keeping him at a distance from the wall. His fingers dug tightly into the fabric of his clothes and Jungkook’s back was against his chest for just a second before he had pulled himself away and stood, his book now on the ground as he used as many paintings as he could to cover the damage.

“I-I’m sorry,” was all Jungkook could say as he watched Seokjin try to calm the younger boy down.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Seokjin said as he barely turned to him, then focused his attention on V again. Jimin pulled him up to his feet just as the caretaker pulled V away from the paintings, his hand on his cheek as he spoke to him. He tilted his head up slightly so that they were looking into each other’s eyes, and he ran his other hand up and down the boy’s arm reassuringly.

“It’s okay, okay? It can’t hurt anybody, they’re all safe,” Seokjin kept repeating over and over.

After a while, V began to nod along, breathing in and out as the older boy told him to. Jungkook’s eyes fell on the Harry Potter book on the ground, and he picked it up, dusted it off, and handed it to V. He took it with a small smile. It was gone as quick as it came, and he lowered his gaze to Jungkook’s shoes. “Sorry.”

He looked so genuinely guilty that before he could think twice about it, a quiet “’s okay” left his mouth.

The interns had left first, waiting for Seokjin to say his “see you later” to V before he walked out.

“Hey,” Hoseok said as they stepped into the hall. “How’d it go?”

Not well, Jungkook thought as he mentally replayed everything that had happened.

Hoseok’s smile fell when he saw the looks on their faces, and Seokjin sighed, leaning against the wall. He rested his elbow on Yoongi’s shoulder, rubbing his eyes. “Well…” he stared at the interns, then shook his head as he chuckled. “I think he likes you.”

I’m really excited about this, and I hope it brings some joy to you! 🌹🌻🌹

Hey guys the trend for the next episode is for Melissa!!

We’ve successfully trended worldwide twice already. Once for karamel and once for mon el.

Now it’s time to show Melissa/supergirl some love :)

The whole cast is amazing every single one of them brings something to the show. But Melissa is the one the works the hardest. Works the longest hours, is the lead so she’s in most of every scene, doing green screen, wire work, etc. she has the most demanding job. This girl works a lot so let’s show some appreciation to Melissa.

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anon prompted anything superlane basically

She says it by an accident.

Totally accidental. She didn’t even really think it- it just sorta happened in a way that makes Lucy’s mouth drop open as soon as it sounds.

(In a way that makes the green of her eyes a little more noticeable, a little more breathtaking.

Not that Kara’s looking. Her breath is definitely not being taken. It’s all right there. Yep, right where it’s supposed to be. It’s not going anywhere. Not on her watch.

Definitely not rushing from her chest when Lucy’s lips part, eyelashes fluttering softly against her cheeks when she turns to look at her.)

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Rescue •P10•

Avengers x Reader

Summary: reader is getting a tour of her new job at the Avengers tower, but happens to be the only one who notices an oncoming jet, about to crash into the building.

Word Count: 2085


Warnings: angst, Tony being a fluffy bear, cliffhanger ;)

A/N: AHAHA are you ready? I bet my ass you’re not. Enjoy 💛

“How are you keeping him out?” Penny sat cross-legged on my bed, folding my laundry with me.

“I locked him out on my security panel.” I muttered, flattening out a creased pair of dark jeans.

“Can’t he override that?” she raises an eyebrow. I shrug. A sigh escapes her lips.

“You should at least figure out what he was talking about.” she says it like a suggestion.

“I don’t really want to. I just don’t to know how much he’s keeping from me and—it’s like, he’s the only reason I’m alive. I dunno. I thought he would be honest with me. It’s my life on the line.” I say quietly.

“Один.” I can’t help but flinch at the word, or its new meaning. I lean over to my bedside table and grab the notepad and pen and jot down, “One.” Penny gazes down, a look of dismay crossing her face as she watches me scribble down the report.

“You’re right. He is the only reason you’re alive, which means you can’t keep him out like this. He’s trying to help.” she looks at me firmly. I roll my eyes.

“Alright, Mother Goose. But…later.” I scoop an armful of folded shirts and walk off to my dresser.

“Come on, come on,” someone mutters from outside the door. Their voice is so far away, it’s like I’m listening to it from a cell phone, “come out. Please.” they plead. I can’t identify them. My eyes are twitching with the effort to close them. I can’t close them.

My lungs close up like a popped balloon. Long live the oblivion child, someone chants. They say it again and again and again, each time, someone joining in with them. All I hear are the chants, and as my eyes finally fly shut, the pictures slide into my vision. Grainy black and white images of men chanting angrily. Long live the oblivion child, they cry with their fists in the air. They make a clear path in the middle of their crowd for a single, scrawny man to come through. And in his arms, a baby. The chants stop, replaced by cheering as the man approaches a tank. Long live the oblivion child, they scream, less of a mantra and more of a call to one another. The skinny man places the crying child into the tank and backs away with a soft smile. Your time will come, he whispers, and the only thing I hear are the echoes of his words and the screams in my throat.

I fiddle with my fingers to keep them from shaking. The room is dead silent. I want to kick myself, for letting it happen again. I was doing so well.

“It’s not your fault,” Dr. Simone says for the fourth time, “stop blaming yourself for things you can’t control.” I bite my lips and try to change the topic so I can stop feeling so lousy. I can fix this.

“I saw….” I begin, “the black and white film.” Dr. Simone nods and jots something down on his clipboard. From where I sit, I can make out the word induced. “There was a baby.” I whisper, trying to push down the rising storm in my chest. “Men…a tank. Big tank. Too big.” My eyes close.

“Do you know where it was? Can you describe the setting?” Dr. Simone coaxes. I furrow my eyebrows before shaking my head.

“Dunno.” I murmur. “Um…they were chanting. Long live the oblivion child,” I shudder as I say the words out loud. “They put the baby in the tank.”

“What were the men wearing?” Dr. Simone asks. He asks for little details to urge more out of me without overwhelming me. The strategy works well.

“Coats. Big hats. Gloves.” I frown at the image. “But…it was inside.” Dr. Simone stops writing and stares at the paper in alarm. His brows knit into a puzzled expression. “That’s all.” I say. He finishes writing and puts the clipboard on his desk, then turns to me.

“Okay.” he says, leaning forward. “You need to talk to Tony.” he says softly but firmly. I sigh.

“I know.” My head turns to the mirror on the wall, looking through it and to where I know he’s standing.

I stare up at the ceiling and take a deep breath. The bright light I stare into should hurt my eyes, but I guess that’s another advantage of super serum. Ok. Here we go.

I plant my thumb into the identification panel and wait for the door to let out a beep. It slides open for me, and my feet hesitantly shuffle inside. The quiet murmuring of instructions dies down, and I know I’ve been spotted. The door slides shut behind me. My gaze slowly raises to pan around the lab. Tony and a few associates are stationed at a table on the far side of the room. His employees have backed away from him to let him have a moment to stare at me. I take a deep breath, look him dead in the eyes, and wait. He gets the message and his gaze softens. He nudges his chin to the glass conference room in the corner of the room.

“Brain shock therapy.” he says after an eternity of silence. His hands grip the chair he stands behind, not looking at me. I watch him in confusion, my silence urging him to go on. “T’Challa’s team tried it as a sort of last measure when they were trying to fix Barnes. They send a bunch of chemical nerve radiation into the brain, targeting your memories. Sort of like a clearance to all the brainwashing.” he nods. It’s quiet for a while.

“But…?” I ask. He sighs loudly.

“But…but it’s dangerous. Very. The results they had with Barnes were positive, but they weren’t supposed to be. They think all the brainwashing he already endured made him stronger, less affected.”

“I’ve probably endured a lot of brainwashing.” I shake my head.

“But we don’t know that.” Tony tries. He finally looks up from the table and at me. His face is soft, concerned. “I`m not gonna risk harming you based on a what-if.” he tilts his head. “I”m sorry, Y/N. I am. But it hasn’t changed my mind.” I process what he’s said, wishing that I agreed with him. My face crumples the littlest bit, but I hold it.

“I want to do it, Tony.” I whisper. He inhales, as if he was anticipating my answer.


“I don’t want to live my life like it’s a secret.” I choke, suddenly emotional. My eyes flutter closed, urging the tears away. They disobey and slide down my cheeks to spite me. “I don’t want to just…exist here everyday. A nutjob locked away in a big building. God. I’ve been here for five months. I haven’t gone outside in five months.” I shake my head at the realization, the lump in my throat growing by the second. “Please,” my shiny eyes meet his, “just…let me try.”

“You can’t, Y/N, please.” Penny begs, gripping my fingers until I feel they might fall off. It reminds me of a distant image of her hand wrapped around mine in excitement, a little golden tassel dangling from her cap. I narrow my eyes to pinpoint the memory. I can’t. A sinking feeling overwhelms me. It’s getting worse.

“I have to, Pen.” And now, I believe it more than ever. “I’m gonna go insane, even more insane, if I keep on going like this. Please understand.” I say the last part in a whisper with my head hanging. She waits a long time before letting out a defeated sigh.

“I just don’t want you to get hurt.” she utters. I squeeze her fingers back and lift my gaze to meet hers. She pulls me into a hug.

“I am hurting.” I mumble into her shoulder.

I take a deep breath in an attempt to calm my growing nerves and to quiet the sounds of gunshots echoing through the vacant spaces of my mind. Dr. Banner places a light hand on my shoulder to regain my attention.

“…and we’ll be following along with your vitals and brain activity. Unfortunately, it’s highly dangerous to pull you out if you’re in the middle of the shock process, so whatever happens, we need to follow through. Are you prepared for that?” he leans into me to display the urgency of the question. I inhale again and swallow down my panicking thoughts before nodding with resolute. He stares at me disapprovingly for a moment, but I’ve long since cared. No one wants me to do this. But no one knows what it’s like. As horrible as it sounds, I either want to know it all, or not know anything at all. “Okay.” he sighs finally. “If all goes well, then you’ll be in a coma for up to a week. Just…reliving. It’s going to be completely draining, and you’ll need a lot of bed rest after. But let’s just get through this and then hope for the best.” he says more to himself. His hand still on my shoulder, he begins to walk me through the lab. We stop in front of cushioned chair with tubes coming out from behind it. There are at least ten people running around, checking computer screens and wires. From one of the tables, Tony turns around with a stressed expression. Dr. Banner slides his hand off my shoulder, but I catch his wrist before he walks away.

“Dr. Banner.” I blurt. He looks at me with slight surprise. “Thank you.” He stares at me with pained understanding.

“Bruce.” he nods his head with a sad smile. I drop his arm and bite the insides of my cheeks. Tony approached me anxiously. His eyes are planted on mine carefully, and I know what he won’t say. Are you sure about this? My lips tilt up to a sort of smile, but my eyebrows are knit together. I nod my head to confirm an answer. He lets out a long breath. Without warning, his arms are reaching behind me and pulling me into him. I should be surprised at the sudden affection, but my hands are instinctively wrapping around the middle of his back. His palm press into my spine to keep me close to him. His breath is hitting my hair, and I already feel the tears slipping down my cheeks. My hold on him tightens.

“Thank you.” I whimper. “Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for caring.” I shake in his arms, and I can’t help but remember all those months ago in that hospital bed when he had pulled me into him as I cried. The memory makes me ball his shirt into fists in my hands. He mumbles something inaudible into my hair. After a few more moments, I have to rip myself away and wipe away my tears with the sleeves of my sweatshirt. I stare at the ceiling, praying to whoever will listen to fix me. If not for me, then for those I love. For those who care about me. And though they may not be many, they matter more than anything else in the world.

Tony squeezes my hand before leading me to the chair and letting me sit down on it. He pulls down a headset onto my hair, and I try to push away the memories of the last time I had a very similar headset on. I remind myself this is fixing me. This is going to make things better, whether it works or not.

Tony backs out of the experimentation zone of the chair. I let my gaze fall over Bruce as he looks at me nervously, then to Tony, who has a hand covering his mouth as if he’s lost in thought. One of the employees begins a countdown.

“Five…” she begins. I inhale, long and refreshing, and let it out again. “Four…” My eyes stay trained on Tony’s shining ones and I try to lift my lips to a reassuring smile. When I can’t manage that, I just nod. “Three…” I’m going to remember. The truth will always find its way to the surface. It will always end on top, it seems. “Two…” I let my gaze shift straight ahead, trying not to think of all I know isn’t real. Trying not to think of all that will be. Trying not to think.


I close my eyes.

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rasputinaquato  asked:

have you read any of the current daredevil run ? there's been a few scenes so far where matt's blindness isn't written as irrelevant / counteracted by his radar (muted videos, color-coded bomb wires, phone screens, smooth coated playing cards) and it's a low bar but. i was relieved they didn't pull a classic Matt Can Read Computer Screens By Touch

there’s definitely a handful of moments where that’s the case and i do love them, but for me they’re… completely overrun by how terrible the rest of the series is

 note: i’m only 15 issues in because i read it as it comes up on marvel unlimited rather than as it’s released monthly. 

i’ve written a fair amount about how much i hate the new series elsewhere, so i’m gonna try to pull out some of the disability-specific elements that drive me up the wall. 

  • his cane. i’m somewhat notorious for being hyper-vigilant about the way matt’s cane is drawn (it’s a combination of being hyper-vigilant about daredevil generally and also being a props designer), and i have an ongoing project to work out the design for his cane in each issue. that’s no longer possible, because soule and garney have decided that they no longer care about plausibility, and matt’s cane has full-on returned to the volume 2-style “cane” that’s, you know, bright red and short and thick and isn’t even trying to be a cane at all. i’ve written some about what a great symbol i think the cane-as-weapon is, but that only works if the cane is feasible as an actual cane. 
  • matt’s also returned to having to “pass” for nondisabled again in order to be a hero. one of the really wonderful things about volume 4 was that suddenly matt was no longer required to pretend that he was nondisabled — he could confront the problems he faced with his own unique skills and also get help and support from the people he was working with for what he couldn’t do. right from the beginning of soule’s run that’s no longer the case. not only does matt just not have any real support anymore, everything he’s done has returned to hiding either powers or disability in a way he hasn’t even really done since before his identity first came out. 
  • soule is simultaneously giving matt more courtroom scenes and also avoiding including anything that’s actually impacted by his disability in his day-to-day life except for like “god i have to fake this because Superpowers”. like, nearly all of the blindness-not-made-irrelevant moments occur when he’s in costume, which distances disability and disabled experiences from something… real. moments in waid/samnee’s runs like the way matt folds his money, matt reading books in braille, using a specific texting app on his phone patterned after a braille keyboard, etc. all places disability firmly in real life. it becomes something normalized, not just A Problem For Daredevil To Tackle. 
  • smaller issues throughout the series: disability being positioned as A Terrible Consequence. neurodivergent-coded villains. bullseye being newly magicured??? when did that happen?? wasn’t he still paralyzed in the last elektra series? can we just let disabled characters be disabled and also preferably not villains??? weird inspiration porn moments. echo appearing and then disappearing again please bring her back @ soule 
  • largest altogether issue for me: the complete and utter isolation that matt’s been placed in. like, all of volume 3 and 4 were about how matt relies on his loved ones! and specifically about how matt relies on them because he has depression! the last time we saw matt in a position this isolated was fucking shadowland, and obviously That Did Not Go Well, but at the very least it dealt seriously and critically with it. like, there, matt is isolated and making terrible rash decisions, but their emotional impact on him is plain, and his experiences of trauma are plain, and the his friends still love and care for him. that’s gone now. charles soule is killing matt and doesn’t even seem to realize it. 

So, I decided there were not enough screenshots of Barb Wire on the internet. So here. Have a few I decided to take. (#6 is my favorite, and I bet you all thought I was joking when I said Tem on the crane was the Most Fives Thing Ever.)

In the February of 2007, during my final semester at BYU, I was driving to my job south of campus when I passed this billboard. I was intrigued.
I waited until my lunch break to visit the site, feeling a shiver of trepidation. If it was anti-Mormon, this was worse than looking up porn.
The first words I read were, “You are not alone.” My heart began to pound.
I glanced around, terrified that someone would see. But my coworkers were all focused on their computer screens, headphone wires snaking into their ears. I glanced back at the page and noted the “total members” of this online community. There were thousands.
I clicked on a tab called “Exit Stories” and began reading. These were surreal in their familiarity.
I told my boss I was sick and went home to pull an all-nighter reading and researching. To say that a billboard changed my life is an understatement. It blew it apart and I’ve never been the same…and I’m grateful. The online postmormon community saved me during the most difficult transition of my life.

Aftershocks Part 11

Pairings: Bucky x Reader

Characters: Reader, Bucky Barnes, Stark, Vision, Cap, The whole Avengers Gang

Warnings: So much violence (seriously do not take this warning lightly), abuse, emotional distress. Essentially just buckle up 

Word Count: 3475

Summary: The mission arrives and as well as your plans have been made, everything goes awry in execution

Authors Note: I’m sorry. Let me know what you guys think, drop a message or comment. Also if you want to be tagged in the final chapters, let me know.

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Aftershocks: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 8b, Part 9, Part 10, Part 10b, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15, Post Credit Scene

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You adjust the straps of your thigh holsters, securing the two guns tightly in place by your side. “Make sure you pack another round.” Bucky insists handing you a second round as the team prepares throughout the quinjet “Bucky, she’s not gonna need a second round, Vision is going to be with her.” Wanda scolds, “Y/N, you’re gonna be fine. Bucky has always been overdramatic.” You nod smiling weakly at her, as you slip the second round into your pocket. 

After a few more moments, you feel the plane descending as you arrive at the first mark where you will be set up. You disembark from the plane, Bucky, Stark, and Vision leading the way, the rest of the team remaining on board. “We’ll see you in a few hours” Steve smiles, nodding encouragingly. You smile back as you step out of the plane, following your teammates off the roof, into the old apartment building. 

You notice the chipping paint on the walls as your steps echo in the hallway, walking towards the stairwell in the center of the building. You make your way down the winding stairs, noticing the large open space in the center showing just how high up you are. 

You follow Stark down two flights of stairs, Bucky falling back slightly to take your hand in his. When you reach the 6th floor of the 8 story building, you move down a hallway, entering the 4th door on the left. Stark begins to set up your equipment as you bustle about connecting wires, Bucky and Vision keep guard at the door, scoping out the perimeter. “If there’s any problem, just contact us and move towards the roof, I can send a pickup to you immediately or Vision will remove you from the situation.” Stark reminds you as he connects the last few wires, causing your screens to illuminate. 

“Understood. It’ll be fine. I’m not concerned. It’s you guys I’m worried about,” you confess, eyes flashing to Bucky. “Don’t be, we’ve got this, by the end of today Romanoff will be safely cracking jokes back at the compound.” Stark smiles cockily, “Ok, that should do it!” He dusts off his hands, standing up with a satisfied look on his face. “Alright, all that’s left to do is secure the floor, Vision, I need your help sealing the front door” “As you wish Mr. Stark.” Vision complies, the two moving from the room leaving you and Bucky alone. 

Bucky wastes no time in moving quickly towards you, wrapping you up in his arms and pressing his lips against yours. His hand presses to your cheek as he looks down at you, “Buck, it’s gonna be ok. We have a plan. Everything’s going to be fine.” He nods slowly, not really trusting your words. “You just gotta promise me one thing? Don’t get shot ok?” You look up at him, joking lightly, drawing back to the first promise you forced from him. 

He laughs softly, pulling your head against his chest as his arms wrap tighter around you. “I will, if you will.” He repeats back to you. “Agreed” you smile, rising up to kiss him again, his lips responding passionately to the contact. “Y/N, I… I have to tell you something… I lov…” “Ready to go Barnes?” Tony’s voice calls from the hallway as he rounds the corner, you and Bucky spring apart just before he enters the room. 

“Yeah,” Bucky nods, looking at you sadly. “We’ll see you soon Y/L/N.” Stark nods to you, giving you a swift hug before departing. “Yeah, see you soon” Bucky whispers, pulling you close to him once more as he presses his lips to your forehead, and then he was gone, and you were left alone with Vision. You stare at the door, feeling the anxiety rise in you now that you have lost the comfort that Bucky brings you. 

“Miss, I believe that you should start on your assignment.” Vision interrupts your thoughts pulling you back to the situation at hand. “Oh right!” you start, moving quickly to sit in front of your screens, with a swift crack of your fingers, you get to work.


“Y/N, how are those codes coming?” Stark hisses through the com. “I’m going as fast as possible Stark, these are extremely complicated, I’ve never seen a defensive system like this.” “Seems like Hydra is upping their game across the board, we’ve never dealt with counter attacks like these.” Steve yells over the com, exertion heavy in his voice. 

“I swear to god they must have a cloning machine, because there seems to be more and more assholes each time.” Sam swears through the line as you hear his hit make contact with an attacker. “I mean seriously, where are they getting these guys from?” “Wanda, watch your back, they keep coming out of the stairwell behind you.” Clint interjects. 

“Thanks old man, I haven’t noticed.” Wanda snarls as you hear a sharp hit connect on her body. “There’s too many. I can’t hold my ground” she cries out. “Wanda?” you whimper through the com, “I’m coming to you Maximoff, just hold em off a little longer” You hear Bucky’s gruff voice ring through the coms and relief washes over you. 

“Cap we are getting swarmed out here. We’re stretched too thin.” Starks voice grumbles in your ear, his grunts of contact punctuating his point. “I know…” Cap stalls, thinking… “Vision?” “No.” You hear Bucky’s voice cut across the com. Stark responds quickly, “Bite it star power, it’s the only way. We are outnumbered. Vision?” “Yes, Mr. Stark?” “Steve. You promised. You gave me your word.” Bucky reminds Steve through the com, you hear a sharp exhale from him as he takes a hit, causing the hair on the back of your neck to stand up. 

“Bucky, calm down. I’m almost done. Vision, go to the team, they need you more. Stark I’m gonna finish up here and move towards the roof. Can you send the quinjet for pickup?” “Rodger that!” Stark confirms, “Sending it over now. Red rover, red rover send Vision on over.” “Miss Y/L/N, are you sure?” Vision looks at you for confirmation. “Positive!” you nod, slamming your finger into the enter button, effectively disabling their shields with your final code, “All clear for you Merry Men! Shields down, Vision coming at you. Go get our girl.” 

“Well done, Y/N!” Steve praises, “Now finish up and get out of there” “Understood” you confirm, clicking through the last few obstacles. “I have eyes on Widow, all units converge on the south west corner, they have her held with multiple agents.” Stark informs the team. “I’m done. Packing up and moving now” You notify through the com as you press in the last code, effectively cutting the power to the facility your team was infiltrating. 

Suddenly a body bursts through the window, spraying glass everywhere, you dive away from the shards. Rolling quickly to a crouch position as you whip a gun from your right holster, firing a shot straight into the infiltrators chest. “Shit,” you breathe as another body comes flying through the window forcing you to fire again. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Bucky’s strained voice rings in your ear. “Were those gun shots Y/L/N?” Stark hisses through the com. “Umm yeah… seems I’ve been made. They’ve found me.” You could hear Bucky swear over the com as you move quickly towards the door, gun trained upwards as you enter the empty hallway. 

You move silently towards the stairwell, firearm at the ready for any other threats. “Y/N make your way to the roof and get in the quinjet, we are almost done here and will be meeting up with you shortly.” Stark’s voice instructs in your ear; you reach the stairwell only to find your way blocked by multiple hydra agents infiltrating from the roof. 

You turn quickly and begin to scamper down the stairs, every so often firing a shot over your shoulder at your pursuers. “Not really an option Stark. What are my exit strategies for the ground floor?” you curse as you notice more agents entering onto the ground floor beneath the stairwell. “Y/N, I’m coming to you.” Bucky yells into the com, you can hear the weight of his breathing as he begins running. 

“Barnes.” Stark warns. “No, Stark. I’m going, get Natasha and get to us. Y/N, use the access stairwell to get out the back way.” Bucky huffs as he cuts through the streets sprinting the 5 miles back to your safe house. You turn quickly away from the main stairwell, sprinting down the hallway on the second floor towards the Exit sign glowing in front of you. 

Suddenly you feel an intense and piercing pain rip through your left shoulder, throwing you forward to the ground, you can’t help but scream at the intensity of the pain. You try to push yourself up off the ground, hearing the fast footsteps behind you, but the mobility of your left arm is severely compromised as blood seeps quickly into your clothing from the new gunshot wound. 

You spin yourself around on your back, using the gun in your right hand on the pursuers walking towards you. You fire once, taking down the man right in front of you, twice, the one behind him crumples to the ground revealing Ward walking swiftly towards you, smiling. Your finger presses to the trigger a third time only to be met with the hollow click of an empty chamber. 

You try to move quickly, discarding your empty weapon and reaching for the one in your left holster, as you scooch hurriedly away from Ward’s advancing figure. You get the gun free just in time to aim it forward at Ward only to have his foot connect flatly with your sternum, forcing you back to the ground as his boot presses your right hand firmly to the floor, stomping the gun from your grip. 

You whimper at the pain as he settles his weight on top of you. Holding you to the ground beneath him, licking his lips at the sight of the blood rapidly staining your clothing. “Y/N,” he breathes, a sickening sweetness to his voice, “I’ve missed you sweetheart. It’s been so long since I’ve gotten to see that pretty face.” His hand caresses your cheek as you struggle beneath him, trying to remove his weight from your abdomen, to no avail. 

“So long since I touched the sweet softness of your skin.” His hand slides down your torso, reaching up under your shirt, to drag across your stomach and move up towards your breast. You scream, bucking your hips up with more force, throwing his balance forward enough on your abdomen that you can kick your legs up and wrap one around his chest. In the new found hold you are able to press him off of you and down to the floor on his back. 

You quickly dislodge your legs and administer a sharp kick to his jaw. You swiftly scamper to your feet, sweeping up your gun as you continue your run down the hallway. You make it maybe five feet before you feel your neck snap back as Ward grabs you by the hair, his fingers wrapping round your hand, removing the gun from your grip. 

Breaking his hold, you immediately respond, turning around to connect a sharp punch to his ribs, forcing him to release your hair, sending the poorly gripped gun he had just removed from you skittering to the floor. He kicks upwards towards your chest again but you block it with your forearms, responding with a well-aimed kick of your own that sends him sprawling back on the floor. 

I’m stronger now. You do not own me. You will never control me again. You retrieve your gun from where it has fallen and point it at him, holding it steady as he looks up at you. “You’ve gotten a lot better sweetheart, I’m impressed. I suppose that’s just what happens when you start fucking a deadly assassin.” Your grip on the gun falters slightly, your mouth falling open in surprise, he smirks at you, reveling in your shock; you hastily correct your grip and steel your expression against him. 

“What? You didn’t think I knew. I know everything you do Y/N. You’re never going to get away from me. I own you.” “No you don’t!” You yell, hands shaking slightly as you point your gun at him, “What did I tell you sweetheart? What did I promise you? I swore that I would make you suffer until I kill you myself. And now you’ve dragged the Winter Soldier along with. You’re just the gift that keeps on giving.” “And you really need to learn to shut the fuck up.” You spit, your finger clicking down on the trigger; once again you are met by a hollow click.

“Whoops…” Ward laughs as you stare at the gun, “Did someone lose their clip?” He smirks shaking your ammo in front of you. You hurriedly swap the gun into your weakened left hand as your right dives into your pocket for your second round, but Ward is too fast for you. His foot swipes quickly underneath you knocking you down onto your back as he rises to his feet. 

You roll to your side, attempting to rise back up, only to be met by a swift kick to your stomach, which sends you sprawling back to the ground as you gasp for air. Ward bends down, wrapping his fingers around your neck and picking you up by your throat. He slams your back harshly against the wall making the plaster crack behind you as he places more and more pressure on your throat. 

You gasp and scratch at his arms and face, trying to free yourself. “The only thing I can’t decide is if I want to kill you first and then turn your boy toy back into a hydra attack dog, or turn him and then make him kill you. The second is a malicious and devastating option, but to be honest sweetheart,” he presses his lips against yours, pilfering a kiss as you begin to black out, “I want the pleasure of personally ending your life.” 

“Y/N, are you there?” Bucky’s broken and static voice rings into your ear through the com, “I’m almost to you just hang on” Upon hearing Bucky’s voice you finally swing your leg hard enough forward to connect with Ward, you hear him cry out in pain as he drops you to the floor. 

You gasp for air as you right yourself, beginning to race back towards the main stairwell, knowing Bucky would have to enter through the front door on the ground floor. Get to Bucky. Just get to Bucky. You feel your leg buckle beneath you as the sting of another bullet grazes through your thigh. 

You shriek as you hit the ground, the momentum forcing your body to skid into the metal bars that line the stairwell. Ward moves towards you, laughing as you grip at your thigh, assessing the extent of the injury. “You’re going to die Ward. I hope you’re ready.” You smirk up at him, getting light headed from the blood loss, but knowing Bucky was only minutes away.

He responds with a sharp punch to your face, forcing your cheek to hit against the metal bars behind you. You taste the blood now pooling in your mouth and you spit it back at him, he grins at you, crouching down in front of you as he places his hand on your left shoulder, “I always love it when you pretend to be tougher than you are. It’s so much more fun to break you when you fight back. Truly, Y/N there is nothing I love more in this world than the sound of your scream.” 

He digs his thumb against the bullet wound seeping in your left shoulder, you let out a blood curdling scream, tears ripping down your face as you try to push him off you. “Y/N!” Bucky yells in your ear, not knowing what is happening. “I’m almost there, hang on.” You hear his heavy breathing in the com. 

Your scream grows louder as Ward presses his other hand against the wound in your thigh, his smile growing wider at your pain. “Barnes, we’re right behind you. What the hell is going on over there.” Stark barks into your ear. “The whole place is surrounded by agents” Bucky replies his grunts and heavy breathing distorting his words as he fights off the adversaries trying to get to you. Steve joins him in the fight, “We got it Bucky, just get to Y/N” 

Ward hears the fighting outside, cocking an ear to listen to the clash of teams. “Aww your soldier came for you. It’s almost too easy.” He wraps his fingers around your throat once more, pulling you roughly to your feet as he turns you around to face the banister, pressing your stomach hard against it. 

Your hands grip on the railing, trying to fight back in your weakened and injured state but Ward is too strong as he forces your shoulders to bend over the railing, resting your weight on your stomach as your feet tip off the ground. Your hands grip tightly onto the railing as you sob, staring at the hard cement ground below you, your hair falling in your face. 

The only thing holding your body back from gravity is Ward as he stands there laughing behind you. “Beg, Y/N. The only thing that would possibly make this any better is if you begged. Come on sweetheart, let me hear you beg for your life… for his life.” You whimper beneath him, feeling pain shoot through your injured shoulder as your hand clutches onto the railing for dear life. 

Your breathing is heavy as all the blood rushes to your head. “Fuck you.” You spit back, a drop of blood falling from your mouth and splattering on the floor below you. “Aww come on sweetheart,” Ward coos, administering a hard slap to your ass as you yelp in response, “I want to hear you beg. I want you to beg like you begged the soldier in the alleyway.” 

Your heart jumps into your throat at the memory, he was there? He saw the whole thing. He’s been watching me this whole time… There’s… there’s no way to escape him. “Y/N!” The pain in Bucky’s voice tears you back to the present as he busts into the foyer, staring up at you, gun ready. 

“BUCKY!” You scream back, relieved tears streaming from your face. “Shoot and she dies, Soldier.” Ward says calmly behind you. “If you want her, come get her.” He continues, tipping you ever so slightly further over the railing, making your knuckles turn white on the railing as you cry out in fear. “Ok, ok, Ward. I’ll play.” Bucky puts down the gun and begins to move up the stairs, “Bucky” you whimper, blood pounding in your head from the inverted position. 

“It’s gonna be ok doll, everything’s going to be fine.” Bucky assures you as he moves slowly up the stairwell. Ward laughs mirthlessly “So certain you are, Soldier? Clearly we’ve never met before. Did you enjoy the state you found your little spider in? She sure can take a beating, can’t she? Just like your girlfriend here.” He administers another hard smack to your ass making you cry out again as Bucky growls below. 

Ward continues, mocking Bucky “But still, I hope you enjoyed my kindness of leaving her alive, I can’t guarantee it’s going to happen again.” You scream as he tips you further over so that you are almost completely inverted over the banister, teetering like a seesaw as he holds your legs. “Ward.” Bucky snarls, reaching the landing of the first floor and beginning to climb towards you on the second. 

“Bucky” you cry, barely able to breathe through the sobs racking your body, fear paralyzing your helpless form. “It’s gonna be ok doll. I’m coming for you.” Bucky soothes as he continues his cautious climb to you. His eyes lock on Ward, “Settle your score with me, just let her go!” “An interesting choice of words Soldier.” Ward smiles, fingers digging into your ankles. “Very well, as you wish.” 

You feel a sharp shove to your legs as they are thrown over your head, forcing your detachment from the railing. You feel the air rush by you as you fall, a piercing scream rising from your throat as your hands grasp up above at the open air. 

You see a metal arm fly out in vain to try to reach you. You catch a glimpse of Bucky’s terrified face, you hear him scream your name, voice seeped in pain. You hear the wind rush by you, the sounds of gunshots. 

You fall fast, flying quickly to the ground, the scream is torn from your lips as your body slams to the floor and everything goes black.

i forgot to shut my window when it got dark bc i was reading :(

now my room is full of moths and bitey things :(