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BEFORE WE GO (2014) dir. Chris Evans

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( @mcltitcdes - So Nick and Amelia.)

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“Of course,” Ris answered, knelt by the table as she quietly and quickly worked with the tea set to prepare their drinks. “Wherever you’re comfortable, Obi,” she tried to assure him.

It was good to keep her hands moving, to keep busy, focus on her breathing. It kept her from dwelling too much on the fact Obi-Wan Kenobi was in her bedchambers. In fact, this was her first time alone with him since she left the Temple. It was…nearly nerve-wracking, exciting, and yet, she cannot deny a comforted feeling being awoken within her. Perhaps it was the familiarity of having someone from her ‘previous life’ back with her, particularly one she always felt so close to. Whatever the case, she was grateful to be present for his time of need and happy to be spending this moment with him.

Obi-Wan glanced around the room and decided to take a seat at the low table which was in front of the window. He settled on one of the cushions placed at the table, his legs crossed as if he was about to meditate. Just sitting in this position helped to further calm him. He placed his hands on top of his knees and took a moment to breathe deeply and evenly.

It was tempting to slip into a meditative state immediately but he didn’t want to be rude to his host; despite the fact out of anyone who might be hosting him right now, Ris would understand. Perhaps they could meditate together once they’ve had their tea? Obi-Wan saved that idea to bring up with Ris later on.

Soon the aroma of the tea began to fill the room and provided Obi-Wan with another sensory anchor, one he could use to keep himself in the present moment rather than getting swept up in the upsetting emotions of grief. “That smells delicious,” he commented. “Is that a local blend?” Did it feel odd to strike up a conversation about tea whilst dealing with the overwhelming loss of Qui-Gon? Yes, it did. But Obi-Wan figured Qui-Gon would understand and that thought brought a hint of a smile to his face.

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Her heart ached for him. His grief was only natural; though she was no longer Coul’s padawan, she knew she would react the same. She gently squeezed his hand once his voice hitched, covering their joined hands with her free one, her eyes never glancing away from him. Her thumb lightly rubbed small circles on the inside of his wrist. She calmly waited, let him speak before she opened her lips.

“I know,” Ris murmured softly. She felt the urge for her eyes to well up with tears rise up within, but she held them at bay. No. There would be time for processing her own emotions later. Right now, her focus was on Obi-Wan.

As he shook his head and apologized, Ris’ frown grew, and she rested a hand upon his cheek, waiting until he had her attention. “Obi, don’t apologize. Never apologize, my dear friend, not for mourning.” She understood the desire for privacy, however, and she nodded, her hand returning on top of their joined ones. “I know of a place we can speak in private,” she assured the Jedi, gently and quietly leading him to her own quarters, only letting go of his hand as they crossed the threshold.

While she did not live at the royal palace in Theed, with her brother as part of the royal guard, a room would be prepared whenever she did visit him. Both Queen Amidala and the previous monarch encouraged this.

The room was simple, dressed in shades of shades of scarlets, white, and trimmed with gold, furnished with a bed, a vanity, a table, and a couple of cushions. She turned on the lamp and walked around the table. “Would you like some tea?” she asked him.

She sat down, gesturing to the small tea set displayed on the tapletop, with a small covered dish holding homemade biscuits she brought from her family home, and a data pad. She waited patiently for him to make a decision before she would think of serving herself one.

The touch of her hand against his cheek was brief but it was long enough to develop an odd kind of ache inside of Obi-Wan’s chest he didn’t quite understand. Even so, he leaned into her touch while he could, appreciating the brief comfort it also brought him. 

When Ris said there was a place for them to go to speak in private, he simply nodded and followed as she led the way within the Royal Palace. Any other time Obi-Wan would’ve admired the architecture of the Palace buildings as they walked through them but instead, he focused solely on Ris’s hand clasping his. Again, the image of Ris being his guiding light through the murky depths of his grief came to mind as she walked ahead of him, so sure in her path as she was. Obi-Wan was grateful for her in more ways than he could ever express.

They reached her room which, Obi-Wan noted, kept in theme with the colours and feel of the rest of the Palace but also had a distinctive ‘Ris’ feel, thanks to a few personal touches he could spot around the room. Obi-Wan didn’t want to be anywhere else in the galaxy but right here.

“Yes, tea would be good,” he said in answer to her question. “May I sit?” He motioned around the room, unsure where he should sit while they talked. He didn’t want to presume he could sit on her bed but he was content to sit on the floor if Ris said so.

It struck him as odd that they were being so formal with each other. He couldn’t recall them being so proper back when they were creche mates and then Padawans when they lived at the Jedi Temple together but he reasoned this showed how much they had both grown up recently.

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The power of memory never ceased to amaze Ris. Though it was ages since she last saw the colorful gardens of the Palace, sitting there now, with all its tranquility and beauty, it was like she never left Naboo. The fragrant blooms, the gentle warmth of the sun, the feel of soft grass beneath her feet… Every sensation just the same as she remembered. It was a comfort for the former Jedi, a chance to still feel her connection with the Force, helping the adjustment back home.

She does not regret her time at the Jedi Temple, but there was always an emptiness she felt there only to been recently filled when she returned home… Only to have a new, gaping hole in her soul, one that she knew would be there when she left.

And now…he was here. Ris did not know the first time. She felt a familiar presence, knew there was a Jedi nearby in Theed, but it was not until she heard Yeshua tell her about the Jedi, Ris knew it was indeed her dear friend from childhood. A mixture of excitement and sorrow. A part of her hoped by leaving the Temple, she would not face him again, that maybe her heart would mend after time. Two years since she last saw his face, and she felt no differently.

Ris should not be too shocked. Obi-Wan could always find her the easiest during training exercises. Why would this be any different?

She opened her eyes and silently took a deep breath, trying to mentally steel herself before facing him. She knew why he came. Sadly, the news about Master Qui-Gon’s death even reached her ears. It was no surprise Obi-Wan would seek her out in the wake of his master’s funeral. Even though she knew once he left, his absence would make her heart ache and wither once more, Ris could not deny his unspoken request. She could not—would not—hurt him like that.

She arose from her seat slowly, turning to face him, her hands folded in front of her. Her heart fluttered as she met his gaze before wincing with pain. Obi-Wan’s aura was surrounded with grief and pain, which granted, was to be expected. But it was so raw, so intense, even without her empathic abilities, Ris could sense it, feel it…and she wished nothing more than to take it from him. Her heart ached for him, so no matter how happy she was to hear and see him once more, Ris could not force a smile for him.

“Obi,” Ris greeted him in turn, using the nickname she called him so many times before throughout their friendship, her voice soft and tender. She bowed her head in respect be. “And to you as well,” she sincerely murmured, her eyes never leaving his gaze.

She moved purposely, gracefully towards him, her blue robes pillowing around her feet, almost as if to frame her body like crashing waves upon the shore. She stopped before him, gripping her hands together in order to restrain from embracing him as she yearned to. “My dear friend, I know why you seek me. Come,” she requested gently, offering her hand to him.

Only a handful of moments had passed and already Ris’s presence had brought a much needed calm to Obi-Wan’s turmoil of pain and grief. Her presence wasn’t enough to eradicate his pain completely but he wasn’t expecting that to happen. Already he knew he had made the right decision to search her out.

But seeing her again also brought an unexpected quandary for the young Jedi. The urge to take her into his arms and hold her rose up inside of him. Initially he assumed this could be traced back to his grief and the need for comfort during this time, which would be completely understandable. But that wasn’t the full reason for this need to hold her, he believed. Perhaps it was something to do with the amount of time that has passed since they’d last seen each other? 

Obi-Wan didn’t have the luxury of time to truly examine his feelings about this strange development now. He’d have time to meditate later on, perhaps once he and Anakin had returned to Coruscant and to the Jedi Temple. It would have to wait until then. For now, he should focus on the more pressing matters of his pain and anger.

Both of these emotions were natural for someone to experience after the loss of a loved one but it was never good for a Jedi to dwell on them for long. Any Jedi, regardless of level, from Padawan to Master, knew strong emotions such as anger led to the perils of the Dark Side. It was vital Obi-Wan found a way to vanquish his anger now before it was allowed a chance to fester within him. 

He was grateful he didn’t need to explain himself to his old friend. One look and she just knew what he needed. He bowed his head to her to show his gratitude and glanced at the hand she offered to him now. He took her hand in his, lacing their fingers together and feeling the Force connect the pair of them. As expected, Ris appeared like a beacon in the midst of the dark thoughts currently swirling around his mind, she was like a lighthouse in a storm for him, trying to guide him to safer, calmer waters.

“I realise you have other duties to attend to,” he started to say, his voice hitching as he spoke. He cleared his throat in an attempt to control his voice again. He then took another deep breath, letting it out slowly. He looked up from their clasped hands to her face and attempted a smile for her.

 “Ris, I miss him.” Those four syllables were so simple and yet held so much meaning. Obi-Wan felt his heart simultaneously break and heal as he spoke those four syllables. It was a relief to say them out loud, to give his pain an outlet. But it also hurt to admit this because it really meant Qui-Gon wasn’t coming back. 

“He’s only been gone a few days and I already miss him. There’s so much I want to tell him and I can’t. I-” He cut himself off to take another breath and to control himself once more. “Sorry,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Perhaps I should wait until we’ve both sat somewhere before I continue.” He had forgotten his manners and he experienced a brief flare of shame as a result. But he had apologised and adjusted his behaviour accordingly so the shame passed on, not lingering. If only the rest of the negativity he was currently dealing with were so easily resolved.

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Reunion

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Obi-Wan sighed. It was a deep, heavy sigh that originated in the depths of his soul and it did nothing to alleviate the pain currently gripping his heart. Qui-Gon was dead and now Obi-Wan was overwhelmed with grief and all of the emotions that came with it. 

But he did not have the luxury of taking time out to process his grief as fully as he’d like. The Jedi Council had decided to promote Obi-Wan to the status of Jedi Knight and had agreed, albeit reluctantly, for Obi-Wan to take Anakin Skywalker on as his Padawan, effective immediately. Anakin needed a stable master, someone with the strength and fortitude to guide him as he learned the ways of the Force. Right now, Obi-Wan did not measure up the standards he believed Anakin required. How could he when his entire being was drowning in grief?

Obi-Wan needed to act. He recognised that much. He needed to do something about all of this. But it didn’t feel right to go to the Jedi Council and admit his feelings after only just being promoted. He would’ve turned to Qui-Gon for guidance, steady and true as Qui-Gon ever was, but that was now impossible. There was one other option he could try and at this point, he was ready to try anything.

Following the Battle of Naboo, Obi-Wan had been granted leave to stay within Naboo’s Royal Palace for as long as he required. He had to head back to Coruscant shortly, taking young Skywalker with him, but Queen Amidala had insisted Obi-Wan stay (perhaps sensing his grief for his fallen master and finding a way to give him time and space to grieve away from the Jedi Temple and the crowded planet of Coruscant). Obi-Wan believed an old and dear friend was also at the Royal Palace: Ris Daibhéid.

Ris and Obi-Wan had been Padawans together and had formed a strong bond of friendship over their years of study and work under their respective masters. When Ris decided the path of the Jedi was not hers to follow, Obi-Wan understood her decision and supported her leaving the Order. But that wasn’t to say he didn’t miss her once she left. There were often times when Obi-Wan was spending long nights in the Jedi Archives and he would reminisce about those nights when Ris had with him, making the long nights not feel so lonely or dull. 

Missing her was a sign of his love for her but he didn’t wish for things to be different. When he missed her, he didn’t wish for her to return to the Order because that wasn’t her choice. She knew what was best for her and had made her decisions based on that. Obi-Wan was content to effectively let her go, knowing if the Force willed them to be together again, it would let it happen.

Ris had returned to her native Naboo when she left the Order and Obi-Wan was certain she worked and lived within the Royal Palace. And it was her who he sought out now. If anyone was going to understand or at least empathise with him now, it was Ris. 

After checking in on Anakin and making sure the young boy was settled and occupied with some light studying, Obi-Wan went in search of Ris. He used the Force to guide him as he wound through the maze of hallways and corridors that stretched through the various buildings that made up the Palace. He eventually found her in the Palace Gardens and his heart clenched at the sight of her. She hadn’t noticed him yet and so he was granted a moment to take a breath and prepare to meet her again, knowing she would be able to sense the turmoil he contained within. There was no point in hiding his feelings from her so he made no effort to try. She could read him like an open book and he did not fear her judgement or opinion of him as a result.

He straightened his posture, rolling his shoulders back, and approached her with a sad smile on his face. Obi-Wan’s spirits did want to lift up after seeing her again, especially after all the time that had passed since they’d last been together, but the circumstances of their reunion were so dire. “Ris,” he called out her name to attract her attention. “It’s good to see you again, old friend.” He meant it, with every fibre of his being. 

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some ‘MICKEY’S FAMILY’ gifs — 2/?

↳ S05E09 → Hey, you need some help?

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I’m Staying, Okay?

Continuing this thread with @imxthexhandler​

Normally, Amelia would wipe her eyes clean of tears and insist she was fine and that Sonny should go home and get some sleep.

But this was anything but normal.

Just…everyone…so many people gone. So suddenly. Amelia couldn’t get the sight of Shuri literally turning into ash out of her mind.

Sam, Wanda, Bucky, T’Challa… They were all gone. All of them. She hadn’t been able to get a hold of Clint, which only made her panic further. Fury, Maria Hill…

How the fuck did this happen?

Yes. She technically knew. Thanos. It had been Thanos. The Avengers had failed. No, that wasn’t fair to say it like that. Amelia didn’t blame them, and it wasn’t like they didn’t try. They fought with literally everything they had. He’d just been…

Now that most everyone was asleep, Amelia had broken down into tears when Sonny came upon her. She was seated on the couch in what was once the common room. Her eyes were red from crying, her hands still shaking. Honestly, she hadn’t showered in the past two days, dressed in a suit that was covered with sweat, tears, even her blood from when she accidentally cut her hand that evening.

Amelia knew she should suck it up. She had to be strong. She needed to hold herself together. Nat needed her, Thor needed her, Steve needed her… She couldn’t let them down. She couldn’t…

She ended up breaking down into tired sobs again as she reached out and hugged Sonny tightly, both out of seeking comfort from her dear friend and to reassure her that Sonny was still here.

This wasn’t the first time Sonny had experienced grief. Hell, she’d say grief was like an old friend, never too far from her thoughts no matter how long it had been since she had last seen them. Grief was never far from Sonny, not since the death of her twin brother. But this was the first time she had experienced grief at this scale. But then again, she wasn’t alone in that.

Half of the universe had been turned into dust with a snap of a maniac’s fingertips. Sonny had been at the Avengers Compound, working on weapon upgrades for the upcoming war with Thanos and his army when the Snap happened. Suddenly her noisy workshop was quiet as the rest of her team vanished. She had screamed herself hoarse with horror at the sight of their bodies crumbling away into dust. And this was happening across the universe. People in every single corner ceased to exist within a minute of the snap, leaving behind the so-called lucky ones.

Ever since the remaining Avengers returned to the Compound, everyone was in a daze. Unable to make sense of it all but knowing only one person was to blame; unable to deal with the anger, the grief, the depression that came with half of everything ceasing to exist. It was no surprise to Sonny to find Amelia as she was, on the couch in the common room crying, wearing days-old clothes.

Sonny sat with Amelia, wrapping her arm around Amelia’s shoulders as she cried it out. Sonny pressed a kiss to Amelia’s temple as Amelia clung onto her. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Sonny repeated. She ran her hands down Amelia’s back to comfort her as she continued to heave out tearful sobs. “We’ve got each other,” she added and something in her mind clicked. She held back the urge to laugh because now really wasn’t the most appropriate time to do so. But she couldn’t hold back the urge to voice the thought that nearly prompted the laughter. 

“We’ve got together and that’s a lot for love. We’ll give it a shot!”

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Amelia came out of the kitchen, crossing into the common room of the Tower, and she stopped, seeing Thor come in with the Warriors Three. For a moment, she nearly forgot how to breathe, and in the back of her mind, she mentally kicked herself for getting so caught off-guard and nearly swooning at just the sight of Fandral. But, in her defense, he was breathtakingly handsome. Especially now. He looked like he just walked out of the pages of a book on Arthurian legends.

Her cheeks must be blushing brightly, because she could feel the heat on them, and she immediately felt embarrassed for her appearance—her unruly curly hair loosely pinned back, reading glasses propped up on her head, a pen behind each ear. There were some stubborn ink stains on her writing hand, no make-up at all, and she was dressed simply in a pair of blue leggings covered in designs of Cap’s shield and an oversized black shirt. There were some powder sugar smudges on her clothes, having just been making some Turkish delight after morbid curiosity finally convinced her to try while she was re-reading The Chronicles of Narnia to assist her surrogate nephew with his homework. She was a hot mess.

Damnit! Couldn’t Thor have given her a head’s up??

Maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe she could duck back into the kitchen before Fandral could spot her, and hopefully, they would just stay in the common room, at least for enough time and be distracted by something—anything!—until Amelia could sneak away to her room and clean herself up to make herself presentable. At least somewhat put together in order for her to ask Fandral out to this charity gala, provided Valkyrie hadn’t already spoken to him about it.

Fandral had been looking forward to returning to the realm of Midgard again. There always seemed to be fun adventures to be had on this little planet, along with a certain maiden who had caught Fandral’s eye. The fact his monarch, Valkyrie, had requested he return to Midgard to specifically spend time with this maiden was a stroke of luck Fandral could scarcely believe. But he wasn’t the type to walk away from opportunities and he all but ran towards this opportunity.

He, the other Warriors Three and Thor rode the Rainbow Bridge to Midgard, landing at the Avengers Tower as expected. Valkyrie had been waiting for them and greeted them with smiles and hugs. The group of them made their way inside and he had barely crossed the threshold of the Tower and Fandral was already looking out for his maiden.

Valkyrie led them to the private floor of the Tower, telling them to settle into their temporary quarters on this floor before reporting for duty with her later on. She took her leave and the Warriors went in. This was where Fandral was hoping to find her, catch her before he had to report for his duties with his monarch and tell her how much he was looking forward to taking her out to the ball, as per Valkyrie’s instructions. And it was here that he found her.

Amelia stood there in the common area, looking shocked at the sight of the Warriors Three and Thor walking in. She was dressed much more casually than Fandral had seen her before and she looked much more relaxed than she usually did; and Fandral was enchanted by the vision of her. 

He grinned widely at her, ignoring his friends in favour of her, and crossed the room to greet her. “Lady Amelia,” he said brightly. “It is good to see you again.” He meant that too. He took her hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it. “Her Majesty Valkyrie told me I’m to accompany you for the night to a ball of some kind. I’m looking forward to being your date for the night.”

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Amelia felt her eyes welling up with tears, but she stubbornly bit the inside of her cheek, refusing to cry, even as Nick laughed at her unconvincing lie and plopped his hands on his shoulders. She only shook her head no at first to his request, not trusting herself to speak just yet. No, if she tried to talk right now, she knew she’d just breakdown into tears, and that was the last thing she wanted to do right now. Well, next-to-last, considering the last thing she wanted to do was leave Nick to fend for himself and never see him again.

She took in a shaky breath, her eyes still watery as she finally mustered up the will to speak. “Do you think you’re being heroic?” Amelia asked sharply. Her bottom lip quivered slightly, her voice even, not shouting, but the pain clearly heard. She had to pause to take another breath to keep her tears at bay. “Is that what this is? Some noble attempt to save me? It is not your job to protect me; it’s my job to protect you!” she snapped. “I don’t leave people behind!”

There was a shuddering sigh as the first couple of tears finally began to fall. Her back was still stiff as she refused to move save for her fists down at her sides, trembling with emotion. “I don’t leave people behind,” she repeated, her voice quieter, almost sounding a little choked as she tried to stop her own tears from falling. “I won’t leave you behind. So, like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”

Nick took in a long, deep breath as Amelia ranted back at him. He shook his head in response to her arguments, not taking any of them on board since he saw no reason to. His mind had already been made up and there was nothing Amelia could do to change his mind.

“I’m not being heroic,” he said, the words being forced out through gritted teeth. “If I was an actual hero, I would be among your beloved Avengers, right? I wouldn’t be hunted down like a dog by Division. If I was a hero, maybe my Dad would still be alive and maybe my friends would still be alive or not having to side themselves away for fear of being found by Division.

“You don’t get it. No one is paying you to be here. This isn’t the job you’re employed to do. You might want to choose to follow me around, thinking it’s on you to protect me for whatever reason, but I don’t choose that for you. Go live your life, Amelia. Leave me out of it.”

Nick grabbed his bag. “I hope you, one day, think of this as the blessing it is.” He turned to leave the room but before he left, he stopped; almost like he was second guessing everything he had just said. 

He looked back at Amelia for a moment before crossing the room to stand in front of her. He dropped his bag to the floor and cupped both sides of Amelia’s face with his hands. He leaned in and kissed her.

“Goodbye, Amelia. This is for the best. Trust me.” With that, he picked his bag up again and went to leave for good this time.

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Am I Too Much?

Continuing this thread with @imxthexhandler

Jenn came in from her blind date utterly shattered. Not that she had a lot of hope riding on this date working out but because the date itself had been a disaster. From her arriving late due to one of her cases overrunning in court to her date being utterly unimpressed she had chosen to turn up in her She-Hulk form.

She-Hulk meant the world to Jenn and it was from She-Hulk that she drew a lot of her self-confidence from. As She-Hulk, Jenn felt more like herself than in any other state. As She-Hulk, she was strong, she was sexy, she was incredible.

Her date didn’t agree with that.

After facing a bunch of seemingly polite but ultimately back-handed comments about She-Hulk from her date, Jenn called the date off early and headed back to the Tower for sanctuary. 

By the time she had returned home, Jenn’s mind was unsettled with doubt and insecurities and poor Amelia was now on the receiving end of She-Hulk going through an identity crisis. 

“My date thought I was too much. And he said as much many times in many different ways. Almost to the point where I thought he was starting to enjoy it,” Jenn  grumbled. She collapsed onto one of the comfy chairs arranged in the communal area of one of the Tower’s higher, private, floors, where the Avengers were given some privacy and as such, were able to unwind.

“And I know I shouldn’t let the stupid opinions of one stupid guy get to me, especially not this badly, but like…” She let out a long sigh. “She-Hulk should be pulling in ass and she’s not and I’m annoyed about that, OK?”

She tried to laugh and play off this moment of insecurity as a joke, mainly to prevent Amelia worrying too much about her state of mind. Jenn was well aware of Amelia’s tendency to worry about the Avengers and Jenn didn’t want to add Amelia’s stress levels.

“Let’s order take-out, drink wine, and make it a girls’ night,” Jenn suggested with a smile. “And don’t give me anything about you having work to do. As one of the Avengers, I command you to have the night off to be my girl-date.” Jenn paused for a moment. “I don’t care if I don’t officially have the authority to command you. I still command you, you hear? I’ll fight Fury if I have to.”

Already Jenn was feeling much better, pushing her negativity to one side in favour for a good time with her dear friend. Yes, she probably should deal with the negative feelings prompted by the bad date at some point but that could wait for now.

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Brie Larson as Carol Danvers / Captain Marvel

AVENGERS: ENDGAME (2019)

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Trapped

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Amelia was exhausted, in more ways than one. She’d been chasing after this serial killer for the past two years. She felt she was this close to catching the bastard, and she wanted to before there was another victim added to the list. She was physically tired, and mentally, her patience was wearing thin. First, her car broke down after arriving in town, and by the mechanic’s estimation, it would be at least a week before the needed parts came to even get it fixed, and the only inn in town was completely booked up. It was a good five miles to the next town, which wasn’t too far driving, but it would be a pain to walk.

She was in the middle of interviewing one of the locals–the doctor named Seth Hendricks–when there was a sudden beep on her phone, sending her an emergency alert.

She looked to him sheepishly. “I’m sorry,” she apologized before pulling out her cell phone and checking the message, scowling once she read it. “Well, that’s great…” Amelia grumbled under her breath.

Flash thunderstorms scheduled for tonight. In two hours. Okay, time to cut the interview.

“I am sorry, Dr. Hendricks, but I am going to have to leave now, but can we–”

The FBI agent was cut-off by a sudden loud clap of thunder before the loud thudding of heavy rain could be heard on the roof of Seth’s practice. Amelia groaned. She just couldn’t catch a break today, it seemed.

Originally Seth had moved to this town because of its low crime rate. After living in New York for so long, it was a drastic change of pace but the move had been made for the sake of his son, Joshua. After Joshua’s death, Seth didn’t have the heart to leave town. He also didn’t have the heart to do much else either. It had been locals rallying around him, supporting him, uplifting him through his grief, that had saved Seth. As such, he believed he owed it to the town to be one of the best doctors they could ask for. It was what he had trained for so long to do and it was following the example he had tried to set for Joshua before his death.

So the recent murders had hit the town, and Seth, hard. And it wasn’t long until the murders had hit the national media, bringing in a whole bunch of out-of-towners. Usually this wouldn’t be a problem, because people coming into town was good for business. But a lot of these tourists, let’s call them that, were here for the spectacle of the murders. True crime enthusiasts thinking they were on the trail of the latest serial killer or something.

But at least some of the “tourists” had genuine reasons for being here. Take Agent Davidson of the FBI as example. She was here because she wanted to stop the murderer and bring justice. Seth could respect that.

Because he was the closest thing this town to a coroner, he had been the one to perform the initial autopsies on the victims and had delivered the preliminary assessments on cause of death to the authorities when they arrived. Hence why Agent Davidson was one of the many detectives who had sought him out to question him about the case. As with all the ones before her who genuinely worked for the authorities, Seth answered her questions to the best of his abilities.

They were still in the midst of their interview when Agent Davidson’s phone beeped, giving the Agent an alert of some kind. Before the Agent could explain what was happening, a thunder crash erupted across the sky outside. 

“Uh, yeah, that happens sometimes,” Seth said as rain started to pour down from the heavens. Seth looked out of the window and saw the storm had come in quickly and had effectively shut everything down. No one was going anywhere anytime soon. Storms like this came in occasionally over this town and the surrounding areas. He was used to it by now and saw no reason to be concerned about it yet.

“You’re more than welcome to wait out the storm here,” Seth offered. While his practice took up the lower levels of the building they were currently in, the upper two levels was Seth’s home. “If needs be, I even have a spare room upstairs, in case the storm doesn’t clear up before nightfall. You’re more than welcome to it.” He wouldn’t have made this offer to just anyone. Seth was a private person who didn’t invite strangers into his personal space on a regular basis. But these were special circumstances.

[mcltitcdes]

imxthexhandler​:

Amelia slapped the car door shut, scowling. “I mean, the least that thieving scoundrel can do is have some pretence of helping people!” she nearly growled angrily.

Poor Steve. The entire ride home from the courthouse, Amelia ranted about the judge’s ruling.

“The whole damn point of Tony and Bruce not filing this as copyrighted and trademarked material was to share it with the world! To help people! So everyone could have access to this knowledge!” she continued, waving her free hand animatedly to emphasize her point.

Tony and Bruce made great strides with their clean energy project, and while the research reports may have been copyrighted under Stark Industries the actual tech was not. They wanted every country to have access to it, not just the super rich. Even though Pepper would have fought for that as well, there was only so much she could do against the Board and political groups, both domestic and international. The technology wasn’t even finalized yet; they were set to meet up with Shuri to go over with Wakandan engineers and scientists. The whole thing was really a collaborative effort.

…And Justin fucking Hammer had to ruin it by slapping his face all over it…

A half-assed version of the product, to boot. Tony and Pepper were still investigating how Justin got his hands on it in the first place, and they filed the lawsuit. If Amelia got her hands on the mole…

Today’s hearing was a pre-adjudicatory one, meant to go over the attempted mediation between the parties, to see if the lawsuit could be handled or dismissed.

Translation: Tony tried to buy it back from Justin, Hammer refused, and now, a judge had to rule on if this matter would move forward to trial or if it should be dismissed.

In Tony’s defense, he hadn’t told Amelia of the court hearing, because it was on her birthday. All the Avengers wanted her to have a calm, peaceful, happy birthday. It was Vision who accidentally brought up the court hearing to Tony and Bruce in front of Amelia, and well, there was no stopping her once she knew. He tried to talk her out of going, all of them did, but Amelia’s stubbornness was enough to rival her husband’s.

Unfortunately, due to all the technical jargon, the complex issues with IPs, distribution, trade secrets, etc., the judge ruled they would move forward with the lawsuit, because if Hammer was correct (He wasn’t), then he had good cause to refuse settle this matter during the mediation, and the burden of proof was on the plaintiff. Even though Tony was a literal superhero who helped save the Earth multiple times, they were not just going to take him at his word. In the back of her mind, Amelia knew the judge was trying to be impartial, and in just about any other circumstance, she would have agreed with the decision, would have made it herself. But Amelia couldn’t be impartial, something else about her that never changed. Whenever the Avengers were involved, she was personally invested.

She stopped outside their front door and sighed heavily. “I know, I know there was a big chance this hearing was going to play out as it did, and I’m still mad, but Gabriel is here with us for his whole winter break, I’m not going to let Hammer ruin that for me,” she promised Steve, took a swig of her takeout coffee, then a deep breath. She gave a small, apologetic smile to her husband before unlocking the door and stepping inside their home.

Her eyes were drawn immediately to Gabe’s painting, and she gasped out loud. It was beautiful. Simply beautiful. Her little boy was always an artist, and Amelia loved seeing his craft and talents grow over the years. She thought it was simply gorgeous, the colors, the techniques…and then she saw the painting for what it pictured—a vision of herself as Hestia. She recognized the hearth, the colors on the robes that were a match to ones in that Greek mythology book she used to read to him in his childhood. Oh, it was beautiful already, but the sentiment touched her heart. Her eyes welled up with tears of joy, her heart feeling as though it could burst from it.

And as soon as she saw her son, she gestured to it. “You did this?” she asked, her voice soft, obviously surprised by his gift but also very clearly so proud of Gabe’s skills. She didn’t even wait for him to answer; Amelia embraced him tightly, kissing his cheek, as she cried happily. “It’s beautiful!”

So much for Steve’s plans for his wife’s birthday! He knew Vision hadn’t meant to give away the details of Tony’s court hearing and he knew that once Amelia knew about the said hearing, she’d insist on going, no matter what plans Steve had in place to keep her away from Avengers business for the day. 

Instead of taking Amelia out for lunch at her favourite place, then going to a few museums for a leisurely stroll and a break from tidying up after the Earth’s mightiest heroes, Steve had followed Amelia to the courthouse and they had sat through the hearing. At least Natasha had managed to sneak out to Amelia’s favourite bakery, on Steve’s behalf, and got Amelia some of her favourite freshly baked snacks.

But the hearing hadn’t gone in the favour of Stark and the whole journey home, Amelia vented her frustrations. Steve offered assurances whenever Amelia stopped talking long enough to draw breath. Stark could afford the very best lawyers the world had to offer and he wasn’t going to let Hammer walk all over him. Steve was certain Stark, Pepper, and their team of lawyers will find a way to fix this and stop Hammer’s meddling but for now, he wanted to concentrate on his wife and celebrating her birthday.

He had managed to send a text to their son, Gabe, when they left the courthouse and throughout the journey home, Steve hoped Gabe would be able to brighten his mother’s mood. Steve had faith in Gabe completely.

After taking a moment to take a deep breath in the car once they had arrived home, Steve got out of the car and followed Amelia up to the front door. Steve could see Amelia was trying her best to put her frustrations about the case to one side for the sake of Gabe being home. Steve reached out and rubbed his hand across Amelia’s shoulders. “Stark will handle things just fine. Let’s forget that for now and focus on your birthday, yeah?” --

Gabe was still in the kitchen when his parents returned home. He waited for a moment, listening out for his Mom’s reaction to her present. He smiled to himself when he heard her gasp out loud. That was a good sound and just the reaction he was hoping for. He picked up the tray he had prepared, with freshly brewed cups of coffee for him and both of his parents, and some pastries from his Mom’s favourite bakery (he didn’t know his Dad and Aunty Natasha had already thought of that!). 

“Happy birthday, Momma,” he said as he entered the lounge. His Dad took the tray from Gabe as his Mom came in and gave him a huge hug. Gabe hugged her back, pleased she was so happy with his gift. “You like it, huh?” He pulled his shirt sleeve down over his hand and began to wipe away his Mom’s tears. “I’m really hoping you’re crying because you like it so much and not because it’s so terrible!”

Over his Mom’s shoulder, his Dad gave him a thumbs up and a huge grin. Gabe grinned back in return. Gabe picked up a lot of his artistry from his father, watching him sketch for hours when he was younger, marvelling at how Steve was able to make stunning images out of his imagination and some charcoal and paper. Having his approval of his latest painting meant a lot. But not as much as having Amelia’s approval. “If you want, maybe I can do a matching one of Dad? Then they can go side-by-side on the wall somewhere.”

[imxthexhandler]

Have you ever had a threeway? Would you? Who would you like to be in it?

"I... What??"

This is on a case-by-case basis. Really the one exception is with @mcltitcdes' Bucky and Steve.

Which she will not openly admit to, only because she doesn't want to risk being re-assigned.

It would take a lot of communication at least.

[mcltitcdes]

Media Influences

Rules: List 5 movies/shows that help you get into the proper mindset for your character.

Tagged by: @imxthexhandler​ for Max so here we go!

1. Buffy the Vampire Slayer

2. Supernatural

3. The Old Guard

4. Love and Monsters

5. Teen Wolf