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The Winter Soldier - Capter 4 (Final Chapter): Missing Assassin

You had fallen asleep on the couch a few times – or past out, you didn’t know what it was anymore. You had followed the news, which had, as you expected, broadcasted the whole fight between Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D. from a helicopter. You swore you saw Bucky several times, but when he was on a mission he didn’t seem the man you knew from your times alone. The media made him seem cold and cruel, even though you knew that was not who he really was or wanted to be.

When the wound on your stomach started to bleed again, you took out the first aid kit you had stored somewhere in your kitchen. The improvised stitches had let go. With some paper towels and alcohol you cleaned your stomach before attempting to stitch the wound again.

You bit down on your teeth hard as the needle went in the sensitive skin. You cursed softly thinking about the morphine you had left behind in the Hydra lab. You wouldn’t recommend doing this to anyone. It hurt like hell and the chance for infections was quite high. If you weren’t a doctor you knew you would have died already. Maybe it was stupid not going to a hospital, but you were more save in your own home. Especially now S.H.I.E.L.D. had been able to shoot down the helicarriers. A lot of people would be save because of Captain America… You were not so sure however how save you were.

You sighed looking at the lines underneath the female newsreader.

“Information from government organization S.H.I.E.L.D. and secret division HYDRA leaked onto the internet.”

It had been several hours since the end of the fight. Captain America was still alive and the Winter Soldier was still missing. It wouldn’t be long before they would find out who you were, where you lived and what you had done.

As you put the needle and alcohol back into the box there was a knock on the door. Your heart started to beat faster as you were thinking about who it could be. Maybe it were other Hydra agents that came to finish the job. It could also be S.H.I.E.L.D. agents that came to interrogate you about the Winter Soldier. As you walked to the door you thought about Bucky and where he might be.

When you opened the door, keeping on the little chain lock you had installed, you looked into the familiar blue eyes. Bucky looked at you with a cold glance. He had put on normal clothes. His hair was put in a ponytail and a cap made it nearly impossible for anyone to recognize him, but not for you. Those eyes you would recognize anytime, anywhere.

‘Bucky?’ you mumbled.

Before you could say anything else he pushed the door open. The strength of his metal arm broke the chain on the door. Astonished and a bit frightened you took a step back, leaving room for him to walk inside. He closed the door behind him softly and looked into your eyes. It was the same nasty glare he used to give Pierce when he wasn’t looking. Pierce was dead now. Was Bucky here to kill you?

‘Wh…what’s wrong?’ you stuttered as he took a step in your direction, still not muttering a word.

With a quick move he slammed you into the wall. The muscles in your stomach tensed, causing shivers of pain to go down your spine. The cold metal of his hand tightened around your throat. Your feet only barely touched the ground as he tightened his grip on you even more.

‘Bucky…’ you whispered, while it was difficult for you to breath and the pain intensified. ‘It’s me!’

‘I know who you are, doctor,’ he said coldly. ‘I need you to tell me what happened.’

‘Happened when?’ you said hoarsely, trying to get your fingers between his hand and your throat, but it was no use, he was too strong.

‘After my dream, what happened to me? What did I do… who did I kill?’

His grip loosened a little so that you could talk. ‘They put you on ice. My grandfather knew Hydra didn’t need you at that time, but was surely going to need you in the future. Over the past seventy years they woke you from cryofreeze to eliminate men or women that were a threat to Hydra’s world order.’ You coughed. ‘Please, Bucky, let me go.’

‘Not until you tell me everything.’

‘I don’t know anything more. They only told me what I needed to know to take care of you. Please, you have to believe me.’ Tears were running down your cheeks from the pain. You thought you could pass out any second.

‘Lies!’ he yelled at you, tightening his grip again. ‘He said you were only nice to me because he told you to be.’ As you looked into his eyes you saw he was hurt. Tears appeared in the corner of his eyes. It made your heart ache. ‘That you don’t really care about me…’

You smiled sadly, putting your hand against his cheek. ‘They tried to kill me, Bucky,’ you swallowed hard as a wave of pain went through your body and you lost consciousness for a few seconds. When you opened your eyes again, Bucky looked at you, still hurt, but also concerned. ‘Because I care about you even though they told me not to,’ you continued, trying to take in a deep breath.

‘What do you mean?’ he asked, slowly letting go of your throat. You didn’t have the strength anymore to stand on your legs. As he let go of you completely, you fell onto the floor.

Bucky looked around him, his eyes catching the bloody paper towels you hadn’t thrown away yet. He turned to you again. You smiled sadly, your hands pressing against the wound on your stomach that had probably started bleeding again. The coldness in his eyes disappeared as he lowered himself to you and put your shirt up a bit to see the bullet wound that gushed blood every time your breathed in.

‘Doctor?’ he whispered.

‘It’s [Name],’ you said. ‘I’m not your doctor anymore, Bucky.’

He nodded, taking you into his arms and carrying you to the couch.

‘The box,’ you whispered, pointing at the aid kit you had left next to the couch. You put your shirt off and looked at the wound that had torn open again because of the tension.

‘Damn it!’ you cried out, touching the sensitive area and pulling out the stitches again.

‘I’m sorry…’ Bucky said as he handed you the box. ‘ I should have known Pierce was a liar… Is there anything I can do to help?’

You shook your head, taking out the alcohol, cleaning the wound – trying not to scream too much with Bucky so close by – and stitching it back together again.

‘I used to believe him too,’ you said, going through all the stuff in the box looking for a compress patch.

‘What changed?’


He stared at you for a few seconds and then smiled at you. It wasn’t a sad smile. It was a genuine happy smile. You had never seen him like that.

When you had finally found the patch, you pressed it against the wound to make sure everything would stay in place. You closed your eyes and tried to lay as still as possible on the couch.

‘Are you okay?’ Bucky whispered, touching your hand.

‘Hmm, hmm,’ you nodded. ‘I just need to rest for a while. There is some food in the fridge if you’re hungry and the bathroom is down the hall if you want to take a shower or freshen up.’

Bucky nodded, leaving you alone with your pain. You could hear him opening and closing the fridge. After a while you also thought you heard water fall into the shower, but you were already slipping into a light sleep.


When you opened your eyes again, you saw Bucky sitting in the chair next to the TV.  His hair had already dried and a grey t-shirt seemed to cut into his arm muscles. He probably stole his clothes from somewhere. You would have to buy him some good fitting clothes.

A remote lay in his hand. Angrily he pushed the buttons, but the channel didn’t change. As you looked at the TV you saw a video of him, shooting at innocent people at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

“Extremely dangerous Hydra assassin still missing. When encountered immediately call 911. On order of the NWPD: do not engage.”

He didn’t notice that you were awake. You took out the remote for the TV from underneath the pillows and clicked the TV off. Bucky turned his head to you, the anger slowly fading from his face.

‘Thank you,’ he mumbled. ‘I still don’t understand how everything works. I think I also broke your shower.’

You smiled, while straightening yourself and looking at the compress patch. No blood had leaked through, which probably meant the stitches had finally hold.

‘It’s okay. I’ll look at it later,’ you pushed yourself from the couch and walked into your bedroom. You could hear Bucky’s soft footsteps following you. You pulled a clean t-shirt from the closet and put it on.

‘They are coming for me, aren’t they?’ he asked you, looking at you more serious than before.


‘S.H.I.E.L.D., Hydra, it doesn’t matter, they are the same.’

You sighed. ‘They will come for me too. I’ve done some things I’m not proud of, Bucky. But they would have killed me if I didn’t.’

‘I know,’ he said, coming closer to you, slowly putting his arms around you. ‘God knows I’ve done more terrible things than I can even imagine.’

‘If you stay here, they will surely find you. I don’t care what they do to me, but I won’t have anyone hurt you again,’ you paused, looking into his blue eyes. ‘Maybe you should go. S.H.I.E.L.D. will be here soon.’

‘I don’t care,’ he said, pulling you closer. ‘I promised I wouldn’t let them hurt you. I’m not leaving you. Not again.’

You lay your hand against his cheek and smiled. You didn’t even mind the cold metal of his arm pressing against your lower back. You were happy he finally held you in his arms.

‘Can I say something?’ he said seriously.  

You nodded. ‘You don’t have ask anymore, Bucky.’

He smiled. ‘I think I love you, [Name].’

You pressed a kiss on his lips, which he responded to by pulling you even closer to him. You felt his heart beat against your chest.

‘I think I feel the same…’ you whispered against his lips, touching them with your fingers as he smiled at your words.

You shook your head, smiling back. ‘No, I know I do.’

Hee everyone!

The fourth and final chapter of my The Winter Soldier (Bucky x Reader) fanfic. It's called: Missing Assassin.
Sorry it ends rather abruptly. If people are interested I could always continue to write about what happens next.

Hope you like it!

Previous chapters:
Memory Wipe
Come back to me
A debt to pay

Also see my other series
Rise of the Fallen Part 1 (Bucky x Reader)
Lost Artifacts part 1: Meeting a God (Loki x Reader)
Seeker of Truth chapter 1: The Battle of New York (Avengers x Reader)
Time after Time prologue: Prologue (Tony x Reader)

Also see my Avengers one-shots:
Finding your Purpose (Avengers x Reader)
Always (Steve x Reader)

Disclaimer: I do not own the picture or any of the Marvel characters, but I do own the storyline (I think...)
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:bulletred: :bulletwhite: :bulletblue: Steve-x-Reader: Raining Men :bulletred: :bulletwhite: :bulletblue:

Steve Rogers, the one and only Captain America, had never believed himself to be a particularly soulful man- in fact he’d never even considered such a thought. But despite this, his live-in roommate and ward- (F/n) (L/n) had decided that he housed hidden qualities that made him the perfect ‘Soul-Brutha’ material.

Now what this actually meant, Steve couldn't say. But the man did know was that he would enjoy being a potential Soul Brutha, if it meant that (F/n) was happy. And from all the obvious signs, the young woman was.

Where she had once been mistrusting and skittish, she now seemed at ease, laughing and joking with him on near constant basis. It was a nice change from the abused, disheartened eighteen year-old that Steve had found on the streets nearly twelve months ago. 

Now, after the near year of a peaceful life, (F/n) was . . . lively and vibrant. . . Now that her figurative shell was gone the young woman was beautiful to behold (in both physical and mental attributes) and Steve was admittedly entranced

So at the end of every day, when the sweet-tempered hero returned back to the apartment that he shared with (F/n), Steve found his spirits lifted. No matter what kind of day he had had at S.H.I.E.L.D, or what kind of horrors he had experienced, his roomie made him forget it. And whenever (F/n) gave him that goofy grin that she had become infamous for, Steve felt his heart melt just a little more than before. 

The Super Soldier doubt that today would be different, though he had yet to see (F/n). 

Captain Rogers entered the apartment without ceremony; quietly closing and locking the door behind him. Then placing his leather coat in its proper place, and running a hand through his hair thoughtfully, the man calmly walked the length of the back hallway and found his way to stand outside (F/n)’s door. He would have knocked immediately- then entered without a second thought, as per usual- but as his ears picked up sound from within he stopped with his hand in the air. 

(F/n) was . . . singing . . . and from the way that the sound was bouncing off the hall’s walls, the song itself was turned up to the max. Curiously, Steve silently opened the door so that he could hear and see (F/n) better. 

The sight that met him, made Cap's eyebrow lift in both surprise and amusement.

In the midst of her small bedroom- (F/n) stood, hairbrush in hand- singing her heart out. Her head bobbed of its own accord, making her hair fly freely as she did a singular dance step that had her whole body moving. And yet despite this, she ultimately stayed in the space spot in her room- center stage and unabashed.  The young woman was passionate as she swayed eagerly and belted out the song- and quite nicely too, Steve noted. But it was the lyrics that caught the man’s attention more than anything else.


“Humidity is rising . . . Barometer’s getting low.

According to all sources: the street’s the place to go.

Cause tonight for the first time, just about half past 10

For the first time in history, it’s gonna start raining men~!


It’s raining men! Hallelujah! It’s raining men! AMEN!

I’m gonna go out, I’m gonna let myself get- absolutely soaking wet!


It’s raining men! Hallelujah! It’s raining men, every specimen!

Tall! Blonde! Dark and lean! 

Rough and tough, and strong and MEANN!!”


Here (F/n) began to clap to the beat with her free hand, and swished her hips with extra emphasis to the tempo, which made Steve want to laugh and look away at the same time.


“God bless Mother Nature! She's a single woman too~!

She took off to heaven and she did what she had to do

 She taught every angel to rearrange the sky

 So that each and every woman could find her perfect GUY!!


It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! It's Raining Men! Amen!

It's Raining Men! Hallelujah! It's Raining Men! Ame - - nnnn!


I feel stormy weather moving in- about to begin

Hear the thunder. . .  Don't You Lose Your HEAD~!


Rip off the roof and stay in bed! 

Rip off the roof and stay in BED!




After yet another rousing time through the chorus, the song finally came to its close, and (F/n) stopped singing. And when the last note had faded, Steve found himself applauding her. 

The young woman jumped- startled by the unknown presence- but upon meeting her roommates gaze, she couldn’t help but give a mock bow.

“Hey, Steve!  . . . How long have you been there?”

“Since the beginning of the song,” he answered truthfully, smiling widely. “I had no idea you could sing like that.”

(F/n) shoulders shook with laughter as her trademark goofy grin slid into place. “I usually don’t sing like that . . . But it’s my go-to jam, so I kinda have to make it work. . . I think every girl has rocked out to it though, at some time or another.”

Steve blushed slightly- remembering some of the more risqué lyrics- before he shook his head with a chuckle. “It's some song you got there, F/n), for sure. Though the idea strikes me as somewhat disturbing. . . It doesn't leave much to the imagination.”

Here the young woman gave him an apologetic look, before her eyes turned undeniably soft. “I’ll admit it’s a bit free, but I love it anyway. . . Despite the fact that it isn’t exactly appropriate for me these days . . . ." 

"Why is that?" 

(F/n) smiled somewhat shyly. "Well . . . the song talks about single women finding their perfect guy with the help of a figurative men buffet... And I don't need that anymore. . . . . Cause there's only one guy I want, and he’s already here with me.”

For a second, the connection didn’t click. But when it did, Steve’s eyes grew wide and he sputtered shamelessly.


But (F/n) wasn’t saying anymore. Instead she leaned up on tip-toes, placed a quick kiss to his clean-shaven cheek, and then waltzed away- leaving him in a state of shock-  still standing in her room as she gave a final call over her shoulder.

“I'm heading to the gym, so I'll see ya later, Steve! Feel free to borrow my IPod if you want to.” He could hear the giggle in her voice, even though she was out of his line of sight. “I’m sure you’ll want to give the Weather Girls another listen. It’s nice to know the actual lyrics of a song that’s stuck in your head. Don’t you think?”

Then without another word, (F/n) exited the apartment, leaving Steve alone- with a particular soulful song echoing rather loudly in his mind. 

The man stood, debating for several long minutes before he sighed in defeat, and reached out to grab the IPod, hitting the repeat button before he could think better of it.

Discovering what (F/n) had just brought to light meant that things would have to change. . . the man's whole life would change. . . And if this was a song (F/n) enjoyed, he’d get accustomed to it for her sake. . .

. . . Or that was the excuse the Super Solider made to himself as he began to hum along with the bouncy tune that was once more blaring through the house. Though deep down- as he ran a somewhat shaky hand through his hair- Steve Rogers had to admit that it really was a good song.




Well, that was fun. :XD: Poor Steve. . .  Oh wells! :icondivaplz: 

The song used is Raining Men, by the Weather Girls.

 I have a lot of good memories connected with this song, so I thought that it was appropriate for this. :aww: I apologize now for grammar and spelling errors- I only did a singular edit because of how tired I am. 

How did I do on my first Captain America story? Was Steve in-character? Gosh, I feel like I might have killed him! :noes: :nuu: SAVE CAPSICLE! :nuu: 

Disclaimer: I do NOT own the cover photo used, Marvel, Captain America (Steve Rogers), or Chris Evans. :sniff:  
Raining Men (c) The Weather Girls
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‘Avengers assemble!’ Nick Fury’s voice echoed through Stark Tower. ‘I repeat Avengers assemble!’

You were wobbling nervously on your feet. You had obviously heard of the Avengers after everything that happened in New York the last couple of years, but even though you were a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, you had never actually met them.

You had only been an agent in training during the attack of New York and when S.H.I.E.L.D. got attacked by Hydra you were knocked unconscious by one of the members of the S.T.R.I.K.E. team. You were one of the few agents Fury still fully trusted.

When he had come to you only several days ago to ask you to join the Avengers, you had laughed in his face.

‘I don’t have any special powers!’ you had cried out.

Fury had frowned at you, probably remembering your ‘vibes’, as you called your instinctive shivers you would get every time something bad was going to happen.

‘You may think you are not special, agent [Last Name], but you don’t fool me,’ he had said. ‘You are exactly what the Avengers need.’

You had doubted his words, and now, as the members of the Avengers slowly walked into the room, you doubted them even more.

‘As you can see,’ Fury started, ‘agent [Last Name] has joined us today to…’

‘So… no mission I take it?’ Clint Barton asked, looking bored.

‘No, agent Barton, but if you would let me finish, you would know why I asked for all of you.’

Clint shrugged his shoulders, letting himself drop on the couch. He lay his bow on the table and made himself comfortable, before turning his gaze to you.

‘As I was saying…’ Fury continued. ‘Agent [Last Name] has joined us today because she will be joining our team. She is the only reason I still live. I have treated her as if she was already part of the Avengers, and so will you.’

Before you, or any of the Avengers, could say anything Fury had already pushed you forward. Natasha Romanoff was the first one to approach you. While she was introducing herself and making you feel welcome, you saw one of the others walking towards Fury. He was wearing blue jeans and a tight black shirt. His long, golden hair was tied back, but he was still unmistakably the Asgardian God, Thor.

‘Nick, if I may have a word?’ his voice was only a whisper, but you could still hear him loud and clear. ‘Do you think it is a good idea to bring in another powerless mortal?’

‘Powerless does not make her defenseless, Thor.’

‘I know that. Natasha is more than capable of taking care of herself, but…’

‘I wouldn’t have put her here if I didn’t think she could handle it. We ‘mere’ mortals can do more than you think. But… since you are so worried about her, you get to be her partner!’ Fury smiled, padding Thor on the shoulder and walking out the room, leaving Thor to think the conversation didn’t really go as planned.

‘So…’ Tony Stark grinned. ‘How come I haven’t seen you before. Such a pretty girl as yourself, I would have remembered.’

You laughed. ‘Let’s get one thing clear, Stark. I’m not here for your entertainment. I’m not a ‘pretty girl’ and you would do good to remember that. I count more than ten ways in this room alone to kill you, without anyone noticing.’

Clint and Steve Rogers almost choked on their drinks when you spoke those words, while Tony’s grin disappeared from his face and he looked around the room, wondering which ten ways you were talking about.

Natasha smiled, looking at you, her hands folded in her arms. ‘We are going to get along just fine,’ she laughed.

‘I’m sure,’ Bruce Banner also looked around the room, counting the ways he could think of to kill Tony, ‘but let’s keep her away from the lab for now. Even I can count more than ten ways to kill someone there.’

‘Don’t worry. I’m usually a very nice person.’

‘No doubt!’ Clint said.

‘Well, I would want to welcome you to the team,’ Steve said. ‘Tony takes a little getting used to, but overall we are also very nice people.’

‘Some people just can’t handle my charms!’ Tony winked to you. ‘But Steve is right. We are very nice, overall. Only mister sourpuss over there might take some time to warm up to.’ Tony pointed in Thor’s direction, who was leaning against the wall near the door, observing your conversation with the other Avengers.

As you looked at him, your eyes met. He looked at you intensely, seemingly trying to find out what kind of person you were. The eye contact was broken when Tony lay his hand on your shoulder and Thor walked out of the room.

‘Is it something I did?’ you asked the rest, while they led you to the dining room, where Tony’s girlfriend, Pepper, was already cooking.

‘No,’ Natasha said. ‘He’s been like this ever since Loki died and he and Jane broke up. He doesn’t want to talk about it. My guess is, he doesn’t want to let himself close to people again. You know, afraid of being hurt.’

‘But he’s a God…’

Tony laughed. ‘Even Gods have feelings as it turns out.’

‘That’s not what I meant…’

‘Don’t mind him,’ Natasha said. ‘He is still angry because he wasn’t worthy enough to pick up Thor’s hammer.’

‘What? No one said I wasn’t worthy. I just had an off day!’

Natasha laughed. ‘I’m sure you did…’

You seated yourself at the large table, while Steve offered everyone a drink and Pepper put a steaming pan on the table. It smelled delicious and you couldn’t wait to sink your teeth in the pieces of meat she also put on the table.

‘What are we going to do without you, Pepper!’ Clint cried out, putting a piece of meat in his mouth. ‘Can’t you just send Tony on vacation alone for two weeks and stay with us?’

Pepper smiled, shaking her head. ‘I’m not your mother, Clint. Besides, you’ll do fine on your own. I happen to know [Name] is a great cook as well.’

Your face turned red as everyone turned their heads at you, while you had just taken a large bite. You quickly chewed and swallowed and nodded.

‘My exes have told me I make a mean lasagna.’

‘That’s settled then!’ Clint smiled. ‘Lasagna for two weeks!’

‘We could always order take out…’ Bruce mumbled, thinking he wasn’t going to eat the same dish for two weeks in a row.

‘Thanks for always taking such good care of us, Pepper,’ Natasha said. ‘I think the two of you deserve a nice vacation.’

Pepper nodded gratefully and smiled at Tony lovingly. He took her hand in his and squeezed it. You could see the bond they had, but also the bond everyone had. You couldn’t imagine you would be part of that someday.

You listened to all the conversations and tried to have a conversation with Clint, but he seemed to be more interested in the food than in you. After a while Fury also joined the team and Pepper handed him an extra plate.

‘So, how is everything going here? Did they treat you nicely, agent [Last Name]?’

You nodded. ‘Definitely. I felt right at home.’

‘Good. I do have some bad news however. There have been reports of suspicious activity in several nuclear plants throughout America. Agent Hill has been monitoring two plants in particular for several days now and she believes Hydra may be involved. Clint, Natasha, I want you to go to the Limerick Nuclear Power Plant in Pennsylvania. Because Tony is going on vacation, Bruce, I need you to go with Steve to the Salem Nuclear Power Plant in New Jersey. The mission is simple. Find out what is going on and stop it.’

‘Wait? I’m going on a mission? No, I have never been on a mission before. Why can’t Thor go?’

‘I know you have never been on a mission, Bruce, but if something is wrong with the plant, you would be the first one to notice. Thor is staying here to train agent [Last Name] and get her up to speed about everything.’


Before Bruce could finish his sentence, Fury had already left the table. ‘You are leaving tomorrow, 08.00 sharp…’

Everyone was quiet, staring at Bruce, who had turned pale.

‘You’ll be fine,’ Natasha smiled. ‘You’ve got Steve with you, the best partner you could wish for.’

‘Hé!’ Clint cried out, trying to sound hurt.

Natasha elbowed him to shut him up. ‘Seriously, Bruce. Everything will be okay.’

‘I guess…’ Bruce sighed. ‘I just hope nothing bad is going to happen.’

‘We’d best get ready for tomorrow then,’ Steve said, picking up his plate and glass and putting them on the kitchen counter. He walked over to Pepper and pressed a kiss on her cheek. He padded Tony and the shoulder and walked towards his room. ‘Have a nice vacation. We’ll see you in two weeks!’

The rest did the same until you were alone with Tony and Pepper. ‘I think I will also be going. I overheard Thor talk with Fury and he didn’t seem very pleased about me joining the team. Maybe I should bring him some food, as a peace offering?’

You brought your dirty dishes to the sink and helped Pepper get a clean plate to put some food on.

‘Don’t worry, [Name],’ Pepper said. ‘He will warm up to you.’

You smiled, nodding and walking towards Thor’s room. ‘Have a great vacation.’

You walked onto the hallway and decided you should just confront Thor. It was no use sugarcoating it. He could think you were powerless, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t be valuable. You had been through a lot to get here and you weren’t going to let some ‘God’ stop you from feeling at home.

When you thought you were at the right door, you knocked three times. There was some stumbling, until slowly the door opened and a bare chested Thor opened the door. You swallowed hard, staring at his muscled chest, only barely able to turn your gaze to his face.

‘H…hi…’ you mumbled. ‘I brought you some food.’

You couldn’t read his expression. His eyes were cold and his lips just a thin stripe on his face. You wondered how he looked like if he would smile. Would it make you even giddier?

When he didn’t take the plate from your hands, you sighed. ‘Look… I know I might be just a ‘powerless mortal’, but I’m part of the team now, so you just have to get used to that…’

Thor’s expression changed for a few seconds. He licked his lips and seemed to swallow hard. He broke eye contact and took the plate from your hands. He opened the door further and gestured you could come inside.

‘Thank you…’ you mumbled, stepping inside his room.

Several tokens from his homeland, Asgard, were hanging on the walls. His suit was laying over a chair and his hammer was carefully positioned in the corner next to the window. When you turned around, you saw he had already finished his plate. You smiled inside, thinking bringing him food was a good idea.

‘Are you going to tell me what you have against me or do I have to work my charms?’

‘Charms?’ he smiled. ‘I do not falter because of charms, agent [Last Name].’

‘You may call me [Name], if… if you want to…’

He nodded. ‘Very well… [Name]… I do not have a problem with you. It would be inappropriate to judge you, without even knowing you. But I have lost more powerful people than you in my life. Is it strange for me to be worried about your wellbeing?’

You smiled. ‘No, but I know the risks and I can take care of myself. Life can be over any minute. I can walk outside tomorrow and be hit by a truck. Why not spend the moments that I do have, fighting for what is right? Protecting people from things they couldn’t even dream about? I’ve lost people too, Thor. I know how it feels. The sorrow, the anger, the gut wrecking emptiness… I know and I wouldn’t want anyone to feel that way about me, ever. But I’m not afraid to die… not for a good cause.’

Thor nodded, smiling a little. ‘You would have made a great Asgardian…’

‘Except I’m not. I know I’m not as strong as you or Steve, or as smart as Bruce or Tony. Heck, I’m not even as good a fighter as Clint or Natasha, but…’

‘Your heart is in the right place.’

‘You sound like Fury…’ you sighed. ‘What I’m trying to say: you don’t have to be worried about me.’

‘I understand.’

‘Great, then I’ll leave you to… whatever you were doing,’ you mumbled, looking at his bare chest again. ‘I will see you tomorrow. The rest is going on a mission, so we have the whole day for ourselves.’

You walked out of his room, onto the hallway. He closed the door behind you, but not before looking at you all the way up to your own room and smiling, thinking he might have been wrong about you. The feeling that was spreading through his stomach he had thought he wouldn’t feel again in a long time.


When you woke up the next morning it was already nine o’clock. The rest of the Avengers were already off to their mission and Tony and Pepper had also already left for their vacation. You stretched your arms up in front of you and rubbed the sleep from your eyes. You quickly hopped under the shower and thought about what you would be doing today. After you had dried yourself off, you put on some comfortable clothes. The black jeans your mother had bought you for Christmas and a simple white blouse.

You made your way to the kitchen, where Thor was already sitting, sipping from a steaming cup of coffee. His hair was tied back again and the blue sweater he was wearing really complemented his eyes. You bite your lip, trying to get the funny feeling in your stomach to go away.

‘Morning!’ you smiled.

He nodded at you, taking a bite from the cinnamon roll on his plate. ‘How was the first night in your new room?’ he asked.

You seated yourself next to him, the hot cup of coffee between your hands. ‘Strange at first, but I’ll get used to it. How about you? What was it like for you to come here?’

‘Even stranger. I had lived on Asgard my entire life. Being on earth left strange, but also like I was coming home.’

You nodded, thinking about the reason he had come back to earth – you had read all of their files, before joining the Avengers – and you couldn’t imagine what it must have felt like when Jane, the reason he had come back, had broken up with him.

‘Don’t you ever think about going back?’

He shrugged his shoulders. ‘I have made my choice. I find comfort in the friends I have made here.’

You smiled, leaving the silence linger between you for a few moments, until Thor cleared his throat.

‘What I meant to ask you yesterday… If you are not as strong or smart as the rest of us, why do you think Fury wanted you to join the team.’

You swallowed hard, looking into your cup of coffee. ‘I… I have this ‘gift’, as Fury likes to call it. I get these ‘vibes’ every time something bad is going to happen. I can’t tell what or when, but I just know it’s bad. Just before Pierce had the winter solider trying to kill Fury, I felt weird every time Fury came to check up on me. One day I just decided to tell him that I thought something terrible was going to happen which involved Pierce. I told Fury I didn’t trust Pierce and something bad was going to happen to Fury. Somehow I guess he believed me…’

Thor nodded. ‘So Fury lied to me…’

‘What do you mean?’

‘You are not powerless.’

You laughed. ‘I wouldn’t exactly call it a power. It’s just instinct I guess.’

‘Maybe… What do you feel with me?’

You face turned red as he stared at you intensely. Those blue eyes seemed to look straight through you. ‘I… I don’t know. Nothing right now… It is difficult to explain. I feel…’

An intense pain went through your heart. The feeling had never been so strong before. It felt like a heavy burden was weighing on your shoulder and it got difficult for you to breath.

‘What is wrong?’ Thor asked, looking worried as you started to breath heavily. ‘What do you feel?’

‘Something really bad is going to happen...’

You stood up and looked outside the window, knowing something was going to come through any minute. You turned back to Thor, who had also stood up from his chair, letting his hands rest on your shoulder and waist, as you were about to fall over from the intense feeling. You stared into his blue eyes, seeing the pain he had felt when he had lost his brother…

‘Loki…’ you whispered.

You pushed Thor out of the way, just before a large explosion threw you in the air and slammed you into the kitchen counter. A sharp shiver of pain went through your body as you fell to the floor again. You looked over at Thor, who had already picked himself upand was running in your direction, holding his hand up in the sky to call Mjolnir, his hammer. Within seconds it came crashing through the wall and found its place in Thor’s hand.

He helped you get up your feet again and let you lean against him, his arm pulling you close against his side.

´Tony is not going to be pleased when he gets back…´ you mumbled.

´Let us not tell him then.´

You smiled, looking up at him and turning your gaze to the smoldering hole where the large windows had been. ´Oh, I think he´ll notice.´

From the hole a man emerged. A scepter lay in one of his hands and a helmet with reindeer like horns rested on his head. A grin covered his face and his green cape floated in the wind.

´Loki?´ Thor mumbled astonished. ´What… How? I thought you were dead!´

´And I thought you would have found better company by now…´

´I do not understand, Loki. I watched you die in my arms.´

A weird laugh welled from Loki´s throat. ´You should have known better, brother…´

´What do you want?´ you hissed.

´What do I want?´ Loki said, still laughing. ´It has never been about what I want!´

´Then what is it about?´ Thor said angrily.

´Oh, you know, brother. It is about what has been done to me. About what I am entitled to. Redemption.´

He pointed his scepter at Thor. The blue fluorescent orb lighted up and a stream of blue light slammed Thor into the wall, keeping him several inches from the ground. His hammer was swept from his hand, landing several feet next to him. Having lost your support, you fell back to the floor.

A stream of blue light tightened around Thor´s throat. Thor tried to get his fingers between the light and his neck, but it was no use. His face slowly turned red, while you could nothing but watch.

´Father will never let you get away with this…´ Thor whispered.

Loki laughed hysterically. ´Odin is dead, brother and so will you, if you do not tell me where they took the Aether.´

Thor frowned, trying to figure out what had happened. ´What have you done, Loki…´

´You have lost your mind!´ you cried out. ´We are not giving you anything!´

Loki turned to you, smiling. ´I see you have took liking to yet another one of those creatures, brother.´

´Do not touch her, Loki!´ Thor screamed, still unable to move, but the blue light around his throat had loosened a bit. ´She has nothing to do with this…´

´They never do…´

You pushed yourself from the ground and tried to seem more brave than you actually felt. Tears were stinging in the corner of your eyes. You were not ready for this kind of work, but you couldn’t let Loki kill Thor or get what he wanted. You would rather die yourself.

Loki walked up to you and your heart started to beat faster and faster in your chest. His hand closed around your jaw. He squeezed hard and lifted you from the ground. You tried to get his hand from your face, scratching at his arms, but it was no use. He was too strong.

´Leave her!´ Thor screamed again. ´I beg you, brother. This is between you and me.´

Loki grinned, pointing the scepter at your heart. Before he could put you under his control, you spit in his face and kicked him in his stomach. He let go of you, causing you to drop to the floor again. He seemed to be more amused than angry.

You knew he was too strong for you to fight. You had to outsmart him. But how?

Your eye caught Thor´s hammer. You were probably not going to be able to lift it, but if Loki was focused on you and maybe be too busy killing you, he would loosen his grip on Thor.

Without further thinking about it, you ran towards the hammer. A weird laugh welled up from Loki´s throat again.

´This one keeps surprising me, brother,´ Loki laughed. ´Do you really think you can lift Mjolnir? You are even more pathetic than I presumed.´

´[Name], please. Just get out of here!´ Thor cried out desperately, thinking about all the things Loki could and would do to you. This was what he had been afraid of the moment he lay eyes on you. You would do anything to protect everyone but yourself. Even if that meant you would die.

When you reached the hammer, Loki was right behind you. You closed your hands around the hammer and a weird feeling spread through your body. The hammer formed to your hand and an electric current send shivers down your spine.

Just as Loki was about to strike you with his scepter, you lifted the hammer from the floor and slammed the scepter out of his hand. The great astonishment in Loki´s eyes was almost amusing. In his head he had already killed you.

The blue light holding Thor to the wall disappeared, causing him to be free. For a few seconds he looked at you with the same amount of astonishment as Loki. You had lifted his hammer. It still lay in your hands. No one other than him had ever been able to lift the hammer. No one had ever been worthy enough. But you… willing to give up your life to give him a chance… you were worthy. A small smiled curled his lips as he looked at you.

Thor quickly ran towards Loki´s scepter and picked it up. You were still pointing the hammer in his direction, when Thor joined you. The astonishment in Loki´s eyes had made way for pure hatred and it was all aimed at you.

´You knew…´ Loki hissed, turning to Thor. ´That is why you screamed to leave her alone, knowing I would not.´

Thor swallowed hard, letting his gaze turn to you for a few seconds. ´No, brother… I… I did not.´

´I told you…´ you mumbled, still overwhelmed by what had happened and by the feeling the hammer gave you. You wouldn’t be able to hold it much longer. It was too powerful. ´We won´t give you anything.´

´My mistake then…´ Loki sighed. ´I guess you will be taking me back to Asgard?´

Thor nodded. ´I do not know what you have done, brother, but you will be punished for your crimes. I wish… I wish things would have been different. I know that deep down you feel the same pain that I do. Deep down you are a good man, Loki. Why will you not let us see him?´

Loki laughed. ´You are mistaken. I am nothing like you…´

´Don´t bother, Thor,´ you said, putting the hammer back on the floor and letting your hand rest on Thor´s arm. ´He´s not worth it.´

Thor looked at you, sighing. ´You may be right. Let us bring him back to Asgard.´


Several hours later, you were waiting in one of the large rooms in the royal palace. Thor has asked you to wait for him there, while he dealt with Loki and the death of his father. As it turned out Loki had been pretending to be the king for several months and no one had noticed anything, until he started to ask about the Tesseract and the Aether. Thor´s old friends knew something was wrong and had wisely told him nothing about the whereabouts of the Aether. But now that there was no king anymore, the throne fell to Thor and he didn´t know if he wanted to be king anymore.

After a few hours of waiting and getting weird glances from all the Asgardians, Thor came walking into the room.

´Sorry for keeping you waiting so long,´ he smiled, walking up to you in his Asgardian uniform. The same one you had seen in his room back at Stark Tower.

´Don´t worry about it. I completely understand.´

´Loki is locked up again. Hopefully he will not be causing any more trouble.´

´It´s Loki,´ you laughed. ´He´ll find a way.´

Thor nodded. ´I guess you are right. He is still my brother. Even after everything he has done, I cannot let my people kill him.´

´I understand… Family is important. So, I guess you are staying here. Be king and all.´

Thor sighed. ´For now, yes. I have no other choice.´
´I will tell the others… Oh, God… What do I tell Tony?´

Thor laughed. ´Do not worry, [Name]. He will understand.´

´You know… I´m actually kind of sad that you won´t be coming back with me,´ you whispered, avoiding eye contact. Normally you wouldn’t say things like this. But normally you also wouldn’t fall for someone like this. When you joined the Avengers just a day ago you had never thought you would fall for any of them. It was inappropriate.

´As am I,´ Thor sighed.

´But it´s lovely here,´ you smiled, looking around you. ´I can´t believe you gave all of this up to… you know... But I think I get it. Jane could have never lived here. I thought I was already going crazy with all the glances I got in just a few hours, let alone…´

´You think they started at you because you are from earth?´

You nodded. ´Yes, why else would they stare at me?´

Thor shook his head. ´No, they stare at you because you are worthy.´

´Worthy?´ you frowned, no understanding what he was talking about. ´Worthy of what?´

´Lifting the hammer and therefore rule Asgard…´


Thor took your hands in his and smiled. ´You do not have to go back if you do not wish to. You can stay here, with me.´

´And rule Asgard?´

´With me…´ Thor nodded. ´I left Asgard because I thought I could be more happy somewhere else, but if you were to stay with me here… I would no longer have any reason to leave.´

You stared into his blue eyes, which were still able to look right through you. ´But I´m not…´

´You are.´

´B…but you don´t…´

´I do.´

´They… They won´t...´

´They will.´

He stroke the hair out of our face and caressed the side of your cheek. He slowly moved his face towards yours, until his lips lingered on yours and you let out a shaking sigh.

´You will…´ he said, before pressing a kiss on your lips.

He held you in his arms and smiled at you until you dared open your eyes again. ´What about the rest? What about Tony´s house?´

Thor silenced you by pressing another kiss on your lips and pulling you closer to him. ´Let us not worry about others for once and enjoy what we now have. Someone told me life could end any minute.´

You giggled. ´Sounds like a smart person.´

´She is, and very beautiful…´

´Now you are just flattering me, Thor Odinson, king of Asgard…´

´Hmm,´ Thor mumbled. ´I will have to get used to that title.´

´What about me… What title would I get íf I decide to stay.´

´Any title you want, milady.´

You smiled, laying your hand on his cheek and looking into his eyes. ´How about… the worthy one?´

Thor laughed. ´We will talk about it later…´

´Why? I think it´s rather captivating!´

Thor led you outside the room, while you were still trying to get him to warm up to the name. You were joking. You couldn’t care less about the title, if any, was given to you. You didn´t even know if you wanted to stay in Asgard, but right now, being with Thor, was the only thing that mattered.


Tony rushed into Stark Tower. The alarm had gone off while he was at the airport and neither Thor or you was answering your phones. Pepper walked behind him, the bags in her hand. She sighed, thinking her first vacation in several years would probably not going to happen. She quickly ran into the kitchen when she heard a high-pitched scream.

´Tony, what´s...´ She stopped when she saw the large hole where once had been windows. The whole kitchen had been destroyed and there was also a hole in the wall. ´What happened?´

Tony pointed at the note that lay on the remains of the kitchen counter and let himself drop into one of the chairs at the up side down dining table.

Sorry about the mess.
We had a problem with Thor´s dead brother.
We´ll fix it later!

Lots of love,

Thor and [Name]

´Well… At least they warmed up to each other, right?´ Pepper smiled.

Tony sighed. ´That´s great… just damn great!´

Hee everyone!

My first Thor x Reader fanfic. I don´t know if I portrayed him properly, but I hope you like it! If you do: please comment, fave or watch. Would mean a lot to me and I will always thank you for it!

Also see my series: 
Lost Artifacts part 1: Meeting a God (Loki x Reader)
Seeker of Truth chapter 1: The Battle of New York (Avengers x Reader)
Time after Time prologue: Prologue (Tony x Reader)
The Winter Soldier chapter 1: Memory Wipe (Bucky x Reader)
Rise of the Fallen Part 1(Bucky x Reader)
Thinking about you - Part 1 (Steve x Reader)
Stay with me (Steve x Reader)

Also see my one-shots:
Finding your Purpose (Avengers x Reader)
Always (Steve x Reader)
Forget about me (Steve x Reader)
Crazy about you (Chris Evans x Reader) 
Cross my heart (Chris Evans x Reader)
Coming Home (Scott Summers x Reader)
Heroes of New York (Steve x Reader)
Two Pink Stripes (Steve x Reader) One-shot
I love you too (Steve x Reader) One-shot
You don't have to be alone (StevexReader) One-shot

Disclaimer: I do not own the picture or any of the Marvel characters, but I do own the storyline (I think...)
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Since I was incredibly pissed off about the recent incredibly stupid things said by Mark Millar and Todd McFarland (… ); I decided to write a story written as a counterpoint to their words. It is also against, in a way, one of the worst aspects of comic nerd culture: the sexism. Most of all, it's against the victim blaming done against rape victims in so many rape cases lately, for example the case in Steubenville, Ohio (which in part inspired the events of this story).

When a girl is raped by four football players and is the one blamed for it, Superboy steps up to defend her as the real victim even as their fellow students and even the principal is willing to give her rapists a pass. In the end, it's up to the Boy of Steel to make things right.

As Connor is presently attending McDuffie High in the New 52 (see recent Superboy issues), I decided to set the bulk of the action there. Mr. Levine is the guidance counselor there so he was brought in as well.

I say stop blaming the victims of rape for the crimes against them, stop abuse period, and stand against the rampant sexism going around.

Story by me

Superboy and related characters belong to DC Comics

Cover art taken from Adventure Comics, art by Francis Manapul

Edit 8/12/13: OVER 100 FAVES IN UNDER 8 HOURS! Thank you all! I don't know if you're faving for the story or the art I chose for the preview image (seriously, DA, you can't preview a PDF?); but either way I thank you all from the bottom of my heart!

Edit 8/13/13: ALMOST 1000 FAVES A BIT OVER 24 HOURS LATER Thank you all! I wish I could thank you on your pages; but DA will prevent me from doing so (since the site will think I'm spamming). And I can't keep up anyways! Plus it's on the front page of the site! Once again, thank you all!

Edit 8/14/13: Names and grammar fixed
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Name: Fulgore
Gender: Genderless
Eyes: Red
Hair: None
Debut: Killer Instinct (1994)
Voice: Andrew Kishino


Before the rise of the Regime, there was a mysterious corporation called Ultratech, which was on the verge of taking over all of the world governments. They are also responsible for annual Killer Instinct tournaments. They manufacture robot units called Fulgore. The purpose behind the Fulgore units were to battle worthy opponent they encounter. Now, ever since the Regime destroyed any chances of Ultratech coming to rise, they built a special Fulgore unit and sent it out to kill Superman and his associates.

*Eye Lasers
*Heat Vision
*Mechanical Strength

*Intro: Lightning strikes on Fulgore and he awakens. He then says, "I will bring you to your doom!"
*Outro: Fulgore impales his opponent on one of his energy claws. He lift up his claw with the impaled opponent on it and lightning strikes, shocking the opponent and charging Fulgore.

Special Moves:
*Cyberdash: Fulgore dashes toward his opponent, thrusting his claw into him/her.
*Eyelaser: Like Superman, he shoots lasers out of his eyes.
*Plasmaport: He teleports behind or in front of his opponent.
*Plasma Shield: He forms a plasmic shield that reflects projectile attacks.
*Laser Storm: An aerial version of Eyelaser, only he shoots down at his opponent rapidly.
*Plasmaslice: He slashes away at his opponent like Baraka.

Character Trait:
*No Mercy: Fulgore takes off his head and releases a big machine gun that fires rapidly at his opponent. This goes on for 5 seconds.

Super Move:
*ULTRA COMBO!: Fulgore zips to his opponent. When the claw hits the opponent, Fulgore does a series of slashes and kicks for 6 seconds until he ends it with a twirling uppercut that sends the opponent flying away. Then the disembodied voice from the upcoming Killer Instinct reboot yells, "ULTRAAAAA COMBOOOOOOOOOO!!!" then the opponent falls down.

Ultratech's latest Fulgore unit was sent to bring down the Regime and kill the High Councilor, who is running the one-earth government. After killing many of his associates, including Wonder Woman and Cyborg, Fulgore came up to Superman and impaled him in battle with it's claws and threw him into the Phantom Zone, where his dead corpse would forever be caged along with living inmates he has imprisoned before. With the Regime gone forever, A new One-Earth Government came into rise. That government being Ultratech. With a new breed of tyranny far worse than the Regime, their latest Killer Instinct tournament will determine the fate of this world. The Insurgency, who opposed the Regime, now have a new organization to face against.

Clash Quotes:
-"Ultratech will rise!"
-"Prepare to be eliminated!"
-"Now you will die!"

*Attack Clash:
-Cyborg: "You're a mad robot, dude!"
-Fulgore: "And you will be gone for sure!"

-Cyborg: "Are you my mommy?"
-Fulgore: "No, and I'm not your daddy either!"

-Deathstroke: "You're more confident than Cyborg."
-Fulgore: "And you are nothing but a mere worm!"

-Harley Quinn: "Combo Breaker!"
-Fulgore: "You're not worthy of announcing!"

-Joker: "Where's the guy who says, "Combo Breaker"?"
-Fulgore: "This isn't what you think it is!"

-(Regime) Superman: "I'm shutting down Ultratech!"
-Fulgore: "You'll have to go through me first!"

*Defense Clash:
-Fulgore: "I will eliminate you, Victor!"
-Cyborg: "How did you know my name?"

-Fulgore: "I'll slice off every part of you!"
-Cyborg: "My cybernetics are tough as steel!"

-Fulgore: "Can't fool me with your disguise, Jago!"
-Deathstroke: "My name is Slade Wilson!"

-Fulgore: "You call yourself a fighter?!?"
-Harley Quinn: "What? You think I can't beat you?"

-Fulgore: "I've broken your combo, clown!"
-Joker: "Guess we outta start renaming these "Combo Breakers" from now on, huh!"

-Fulgore: "Ultratech will replace your government!"
-(Regime) Superman: "Not while I'm alive!"
Let's look over to who I've made into Injustice guest fighters. My first GF entry was F-Zero's Captain Falcon, who was a Wii-U guest fighter. Then there was the PS3 guest fighter Kratos from God of War. Now here's a guest fighter for a 360 version of Injustice: Gods Among Us. Fulgore from Killer Instinct. So buckle up everyone 'cause there is bound to be some C-C-C-COMBO BREAKER!!!!

*Believe it or not, Fulgore is talking in Injustice. I figured he'd be voiced by Andrew Kishino, who voiced Sektor in Mortal Kombat 9.
*And yes, his super move is inarguably an ULTRAAAAAA COMBOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! All said by the voice from the upcoming Killer Instinct reboot for the Xbox One.
*Yes, Regime is still evil (after all, this the Injustice universe we're talking about.) but Ultratech is no better. That's why in Fulgore's ending, a Killer Instinct tournament is held. Now let's imagine not just your usual Killer Instinct characters in the tournament, but also the Insurgency in it as well. What would you wanna see: Batman vs. Sabrewulf? Harley Quinn vs. B. Orchid? Deathstroke vs. Jago? The Flash (who turns away from Regime in story mode) vs. Glacius? Green Arrow vs. Chief Thunder? Grundy vs. T.J. Combo? Or how about Lex Luthor vs. Fulgore?
*Cyborg's "Are you my mommy?" quote actually derives from that from the LEGO Batman movie.
*Fulgore mistakes Deathstroke for Jago because both Slade and Jago use swords and they both wear masks.
*There's some fourth wall breaking Fulgore's clashes with Harley Quinn (attack clash only) and The Joker, all concerning how Killer Instinct is played out.

Fulgore Rare Ltd.
Injustice: Gods Among Us NetheRealm Studios, Warner Bros. and DC Comics
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This chapter is actually based on two pictures: [link] and [link]! Great artwork!

"Why couldn't I do it?" Katara screamed, throwing another jet of water at a nearby tree. "He killed my mother! I should have unleash hurt on him times ten!"
Zuko was standing near her, letting the water bender have her rant. They had just came from the Southern Raiders, Katara had just confronted the man who had killed her father. She hadn't been able to kill the man, instead she had let him go. To say the least, Katara was angry that she couldn't avenge her mother.
At this moment, they were in a forest with a lake nearby - letting Appa drink before their long trip back. The rain had stopped and Zuko had made a fire, he thought at first that Katara would be fine. Up until a few moments ago, she hadn't uttered a word about the man she had set free. Now, she was getting her anger out.
"I don't understand! Why couldn't I do it?" Katara yelled again, breaking the tree in half with another whip of water, "I had him on the ground, scared, helpless! And then I walked away!"
"Katara," Zuko sighed standing up, even though the angry woman in front of him didn't like him, he felt the need to help her, "You did the right thing. Your mother would be proud."
He shouldn't of said that.
Katara whirled around to face him, she hit his chest a few times before grabbing onto the black cloth of his shirt. "Proud?" She growled looking him in the eye, "Proud? She would be ashamed of me, my mother would've wanted me to end that mans life!"
"No, she wouldn't." Zuko replied calmly, seeing the tears that ran out of her eyes made his heart ache. He frowned, wanting the water bender to be happy. Why did he feel like this? Because he was now her friend, Zuko's thoughts assured him, but no. Friends don't act like this, do they? He thought as his hand came up to cup her cheek, wiping the tears away.
"How would you know what she wanted?" Katara yelled again, her grip on his shirt loosening.
"Because," He took a breath in, choosing his words carefully, "I know how it feels to loose a mother. I know that my mother would not want me to go around killing people until I found the one that banished her..."
While in his speech, Zuko found himself moving his head down towards hers. His eyes watched her as he felt her hands go flat against his chest.
"Zuko... what are you doing...?" Her voice sounded shocked as she watched him. His golden eyes met her blue ones for just a moment. What was he doing? His body was moving without his control, but he couldn't get enough of her; the olive skin, the long flowing brown hair still wet from rain, her sapphire blue eyes, her hands sending electric shocks into his body from where she touched him -everything to him shouted out Katara!
He answered her question by gently pushing his lips down onto hers. Katara gasped, a short intake of breath, before her eyes closed and her hands moved to the back of Zuko's neck- pulling him closer. Her body surrendered against him, as their lips together sent sparks through her boy, making her toes curl.
Zuko continued to kiss her, wanting her to feel the fire that had engulfed his heart. He wanted her to feel it, he wanted her to feel the same, he wanted her. And still Zuko kissed her, not knowing if he would be able to stop. His free hand wrapped around waist to pull her fully against him just when Katara pulled away.
Her hand went up to her mouth, touching it lightly as her lips tingled, "What are we doing?"
Zuko shook his head, "I don't know, but it feels right." He whispered before ducking his head to kiss her again, he smiled when she didn't pull away but stepped closer.
A/N: Thanks for reading!
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Author's Note: So, I've been rewatching the series, gearing up for the relaunch this friday (SQUEEE!) and as I was watching 'Depths' this bunny started nibbling and I couldn't shake it. I had to write it. I didn't want to - man, I really didn't want to! - but I did anyway and here it is. I hate it. Uterly, totally, comlpetely, and all because it made me cry. I kid not. Full on sobbing while I wrote it and I really don't want to post, but I will anyway because they say misery loves company and so I'm taking you all down with me!


The sharp intake of air was the first indication that things had gone wrong.

The battle on the beach came to an abrupt halt as the two powerhouses stopped, face to face and chest to chest.

No one moved, no one dared breathe.

And then Aqualad jerked his arm forward and plunged the blade of water completely through Nightwing's sternum and out between his shoulder blades.

"You lose," Kaldur hissed in his former teammates face and pulled the blade free of the now falling body.

"NO!" Batgirl screamed, ignoring the rocket as it exploded in midair and the Black Manta soldiers that followed Aqualad back into the ocean. She ran for her leader – her friend – and fell to her knees beside him.

There was so much blood…

She felt it soak into her gloves as she tried to staunch to flow only to realize he wasn't breathing. She tore off the bloody gloves and pressed her fingers against his neck, praying that there was something… nothing.

Overhead, the Bioship paused long enough to allow Superboy to leap to the sand below. He stared at Batgirl, fighting back the sobs as she administered CPR. "I – I don't hear his heartbeat…"

M'gann was beside them suddenly, tears welling in her eyes as she crumpled next Superboy, watching, waiting, praying…

Batgirl was weeping as she pulled back, hands blood and tears streaming from beneath her mask. "He's dead…"






The League, the Team, dozens of heroes had beamed into the cave as the first reports of the mission came back. They had failed. Lagoon Boy had been captured. The missile had launched but exploded shortly thereafter.

And Nightwing was dead.

No one wanted to believe it. He was a Bat, for God's sake! He was their leader, the best of them. He couldn't possibly have fallen to a traitor!

And yet, they were all speechless as the Bioship landed in the hanger. Superboy was the first to step out, cradling a still weeping Batgirl against his side as they disembarked. That was the moment they knew.

"No," Robin had shook his head, staggering forward until he was beside the pair and gripping Batgirl's arms just a little too tightly. "No, say it's not true! It's not-"

She couldn't meet his eyes and that was when Miss Martian came out of the ship. Tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she moved stiffly, her hand brushing against the body covered in a dark blue sheet hovering next to her.

M'gann stumbled, seeing the mass of eyes staring at the form and her knees buckled beneath her. Impulse and the Flash were beside her in an instant, the flash catching her before she hit the floor and Impulse caught the body as it started to fall from her loss of control. His eyes were wide with horror when he realized what he was holding.

"It wasn't… he… not like this…" the younger speedster set his burden on the floor of the hanger and staggered back as he stared at the blood staining his hands. "This wasn't how…"

Robin was next to the body and moving the sheet aside. The skin was already ashen and waxy. The domino mask was still in place and with a visibly trembling hand Robin deactivated its defenses and slipped it off the older teens face. Nightwing's eyes – Dick's eyes – were closed. Blood flecked the corner of lifeless lips. There was no denying it, and yet…

Tim tore his own mask from his face, uncaring about secrets and identities, tossing it aside as his hand cupped his brother's cheek and his thumb wiped the stain away. "Come on Dick," he choked on lump in his throat. "Stop fooling around, big brother. Get up. "

Behind him, someone sobbed and Tim felt a hand on his shoulder trying to pull him back. "Timmy, please…"

It was Batgirl, he own mask pushed back as the tears fell unchecked.

"It's a trick, Babs," the boy whispered as the first tear fell from his eyes. "It… he's playing a trick. Tell him, Babs; tell he can get up now. Tell him!"

"Oh god, Tim, I'm so sorry," the girl sobbed, shaking her head and reaching for him again.

"No!" He bellowed, pushing her away. "No! He's not- He wouldn't do this! He wouldn't leave me! He wouldn't - No! God damn it, Dick, get up! Get up! Please, get up! Please, don't – Oh god, don't leave me! "

Unknown arms grabbed onto him and dragged him away. He spun on the person who dared take him from his brother and drove a vicious swing of a fist toward the large chest. It was caught easily and Conner pulled Tim to his chest and held the boy as he railed and sobbed and crumbled under the loss of the only family he had left.






The atmosphere of the mountain was oppressive in its grief.

From behind closed doors the faint sobs and cries of Young Justice permeated the air. They had lost one of their own. Their leader, their mentor, their friend.

Their brother.

It was only because of this grief that the pulse of energy that sent everyone into unconsciousness went unnoticed. It came from outside the mountain, from beneath the waves the swept the beach. On its wake, he strode from the water with his burden over his shoulder.

He approached the entrance to Mount Justice and entered a series of numbers that did several things at once. The intruder alarms were deactivated, the camera feeds looped for the last few minutes, and a second pulse emanated from inside the mountain to ensure he would not be discovered.

He shifted the load he carried and entered the still familiar halls. It was nothing for him to navigate his way to the med bay where his prize resided.

He had not, however, anticipating there being others inside.

Tim Drake lay curled up against Conner, the Superboy's arms draped protectively around the younger hero. The sat in chairs pulled up beside the gurney where a body lay draped with deep blue cloth.

Guilt gnawed at his gut, but there was no backing out now.

He set what he carried on an empty bed an approached the body. He drew back the cloth and inhaled sharply through flared nostrils. His insides rolled and he battled to keep from throwing up at the image the body before him burned into his memory.

He moved quickly, retrieving a small syringe and need from a compartment in his black gauntlet and wasted no time in plunging it into the body's arm. He counted to twenty, then twice more. He began to worry he was too late when suddenly foggy blue eyes snapped open and the mouth parted as lungs drew in their first breath in hours.

Kaldur was pulling Dick up into a sitting position as the other teen regained his bearings. "I began to fear I had indeed killed you. You truly appear dead."

Coughing the stale breathe from his lungs, Dick gripped the Atlantean's arm in reassurance. "You don't want to know how much I paid for the illusion," he wheezed after a moment and reached up to the collar of his uniform. He plucked a small diamond from beneath the material and his image shimmered a moment before rippling away to reveal his true form, albeit a little pale and still covered in blood. "Zatanna's not the only one who can weave spells like this, but she would have done it for free if I had asked her."

"Why did you not, then?"

"Because no one else is going to know what we've done."

"No one?" Kaldur asked with a raised eyebrow.

"I didn't even tell Batman our plan before he left," Dick admitted and rubbed at his face wearily. "I'm actually a little afraid of what will happen when he gets back and finds out I'm dead."

"Perhaps it best we let someone know the truth?" he responded, willing to play devil's advocate in the same discussions they had for the last year. Despite what Dick said now, Kal knew he would follow through.

And Dick did not disappoint.

He shook his head and slid from the bed as he started to strip of his stained uniform. "We need to do this quickly."

Kaldur nodded and silently went over to the table and retrieved what he had brought with him. Beneath the fold s of fabric was a latex replica of Dick Grayson, exact in every way down to every scar. He laid the dummy out on the bed while Nightwing removed the ruptured blood packs from his chest and back.

In minutes, Kaldur had the dummy dressed in Nightwing's bloodied uniform. He turned to his comrade and found the other man staring at the pair unconscious in the chairs. The look of regret and despair was plane on Dick's face and it tore at Kaldur's heart. "Nightwing, the stone?"

Dick started at the voice that interrupted his thoughts and turned away from the dried tear tracks that stained his little brother's face. Without a word he held the diamond out for Kaldur and the Atlantean placed it beneath the collar of the dummy's uniform. The image rippled and a moment later it appeared as Dick had when he lay on the table. Well and truly dead

"We must go," Kaldur told the teen. When Dick didn't move he placed a hand on his shoulder. "You can still back out, my friend." It was a sincere offer and one he almost hoped would be taken just to wipe such a broken expression from his friend's face.

Dick shook his head. "You father believes you murdered me on that beach tonight, Kal. If I turn up alive he'll know and you… No. I'm committed to this. I just wish," he looked over once more to Tim and Conner and sighed. "This could break him, Kal."

"He will understand, Richard," Kaldur tried to comfort his friend. "When all is said and done, he will understand why we have done what we have."

"Maybe," Dick said with one last look to his little brother before turning to walk out of the infirmary, "but he'll never forgive me."

The pair walked out of the mountain, Dick looping a charm around his neck that hid him away. His skin darkened, his hair lightened and his eyes faded into a soulless brown. The changes were subtle, but enough that he would be unrecognizable. No one knew him as Dick Grayson, and for as long as it took no one else would.

Kaldur summoned his sub to the surface while the now disguised Nightwing sealed the mountain entrance again. He entered a series of codes that had been in place since their plan began to take shape a year ago and he was confident that no one inside would be the wiser.

"Renegade," Kaldur called, using the name of the persona that Dick had been building over the last few months. "It's time to go."

An evil bunny that I had to exorcize, so I'm sharing it all with you.

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Let me tell you a story about waking up under water. No, not literally waking up under water, but that very same feeling. It's also a story about oxygen. Have any of you ever thought about oxygen, how important it is? Oh, sure, you've held your breath for sixty seconds, felt that surge of pleasant panic. Pleasant because all it takes is to open your mouth and let that sweet, sweet oxygen come back in. Except have you ever thought about what would happen if – at that very instant, when you've held your breath for as long as you could – someone would come along and dunk you head-first into water? You would suddenly realize you have no power in your limbs to fight; your grandmother could drown you then. If you draw in breath, you will die, but you have to draw in breath. You have to or you will die. No-one really wants to think any further than that, lest they really do start choking.

Maybe you imagined this situation right now. See how fine it is to be breathing, steady, big gulps of air, making its way around your body, your brain. Your brain can survive a minute, tops, without air. Well now, imagine this. Instead of just sitting still on your comfortable chair, holding your breath as a dare, you'd be running. Running, as you know, consumes oxygen like there's no tomorrow. You're out of breath, tired, your muscles aching. Every breath you take fills your lungs completely and then empties them, coming fast, fast. Ever try holding your breath when exhausted? I'll give you five seconds before you'll go “pfaaaaaahhhh!” in a great exhalation. There's really nothing you can do about it – when push comes to shove, your body will knock you unconscious and force you to breathe rather than let you hold your breath against it.

Now, I'm sure you imagined yourself having a nice little jog, wearing perhaps your running shorts, shoes and a t-shirt, on a nice sunny afternoon (or morning, whatever rocks your boat). Now, add about, say, 30 kilos of equipment (that's about 66 lbs). This was about the average, light load I had to carry. This included the gun, of course, damned contraption. Now run in that. You'll find yourself uncommonly tired, much sooner than usual. It's uncomfortable, your boots aren't meant for running, you feel the need for oxygen more than ever before. You sweat through three layers of clothing AND your flak vest. The mere idea of not being able to fill your lungs with every step makes you dizzy. Breathe, breathe. Thunk thunk thunk run you maggots run, says the lieutenant, in just his uniform.

“Gas!” He shouts then, and everyone drops, breathing heavily, filling their lungs one last time with that fresh, life-giving air. “Gas dammit!” Fumble, like Owen's soldiers, on your knees, following the drilled procedure. “You got ten seconds!” His voice muffles as he effortlessly pulls on his own gas mask, placing his hat back on top of the terrible pig-face. Soon, your world disappears behind the smudgy lenses as well.

Ever felt your heart beat in your ears? I'm sure you have. Now listen to your breath, filtering through the activated charcoal. Precious trickles of clean oxygen, going in and out. The mask is tight against your head, since that's the way it's supposed to be, the straps hidden under your helmet, which is also tightly strapped under your rubbery chin. You put on the rest of your plastic NBC gear as the seconds tick down. By the time you're ready, you are ordered to get up and go. Run, run, run.

Sometimes, when you've run, you've felt like throwing up. Something about the way the running motion makes your stomach roil, you can feel it pushing up your throat. Except, of course, if you're wearing a gas mask, it'll just choke you. Choke those last slivers of oxygen from you. Your body's defences would kick in, you'd fall down, unconscious. Except you can't breathe. Die like a drunk passed out, inside your own gas mask. So what do you do, as you're running, the weapon's straps all over your arms and metal banging against your legs, the taste of acid on your tongue?

You pull at your mask, opening up the tight, black rubber at your throat. A breath of fresh air has never felt so amazing, so good, so pure and so fantastic. For the first time in your life you realize exactly how important oxygen is. Where you were faltering a second before you now have new strength, as fresh oxygen courses through your blood. The acids are pushed down your throat, replaced with air. You gasp and eat the air, it literally keeps you going. You sound like Darth Vader, dying, but you're not, you're alive!

And then you run into the tent, and the flap falls over the opening, and you're sitting there in a circle, breathing heavily. Again, you realize the difference between rest and movement, oxygen, sweet oxygen. The breaths you take seem to fill you entirely, spread into every limb, revitalizing them. Oh if you could take off your mask, and sit here and just breathe for a whole day, a week, a year. Then the lieutenant comes in. The flap closes. He's still wearing his gas mask. In his hand he holds a canister.

“And now you get to test and see if you've put your gas masks on correctly” You can hear the smile in his muffled voice. He pulls the pin, places the canister in the middle of the tent. “Tear gas.” He says. You realize that the reason your gas mask is so tightly fastened is because if you loosen it to breath, it is no longer air tight. Grey smoke begins hissing out of the canister, replacing the sweet, sweet oxygen. This is what it is like, waking up under water.
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July 2 entry. 1000 words, excluding title.

True story. -_-
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