#no 18

[coziwellnesscollective]

no. 18 of 52 wellness habits for 2026

[quietlyimplode]

ignite your bones

After the fall of General Dreykov, and the remnants of the Red Room still at large, Natasha first year at SHIELD is anything but healing. Labeled a traitor and a turncoat, Natasha tries to find her footing in a strange new world.

Whumptober 2024: Day 18- Revenge

Warnings: canonical violence

Word Count: 1.4 (gif not mine)

Summary: the director wants revenge from those after him

Masterlist.

Whumptober Masterlist.

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Thompson loosens his tie.

Opening his bank account, he glances at the money.

It was worth it, he thinks, looking at the savings and the retirement fund that sits waiting for him.

What did the country ever do for him?

Once out of the army, they didn’t take care of him.

His battle with PTSD and the ongoing trauma of what he saw in war meant nothing.

He had seen. He knew.

There was nothing but money that meant anything.

It was always about money.

Money ruled everything, and if the only way to make it was to be corrupt and sell others down the line, just like they had done to him, well, he was justified to do so.

He was too far on the rabbit hole to turn back now.

Thompson looks at his ledger, his scrawling handwriting in code, took seconds for him to decode.

Out of the 70 agents he knew, he marked off the ones he knew were missing. At the end, there was twenty left.

Throwing his pen in frustration, he growls softly to himself.

They’d done a good job at decimating it, whilst he’d been distracted.

It had happened slowly, people missing, others not showing up for work, missions gone awry; all with those that he knew worked for the triple headed snake.

He supposed that was the point.

He leaves the desk to find his whisky in the cupboard, and pours a glass.

If Fury and his merry band of warriors thought he was stupid enough not to stop the last of it they had another thing coming.

Fury, Coulson, Hill and Barton.

He was sure they were behind it. The only ones with enough of a security level to put the pieces together.

That and the little traitorous bitch.

She was the one that started it all.

He should never have approved the mission that Olivia had set out.

The wheels turn further.

“Claudia,” he calls, his PA entering his office with a nod.

“Yes sir?”

“Get Olivia Belova in here now.”

“Sir,” she nods, leaving the room.

It takes only a minute before the woman reenters with a stern look.

“She’s not available, her calendar says she on leave. I had a look and it says that you approved it two days ago.”

Thompson feels the frustration burn within him. Anger at being played and manipulated.

“Fine,” he growls.

“Where is Romanoff?”

The pa leaves for a moment, evidently looking at logs and emails, before returning to explain that she had left with Hill at Fury’s order.

“And where are they?”

He knows it’s unfair to be angry at Claudia, the 60 year old former Sargent, who had done nothing but be loyal to him, despite knowing his secrets.

He should do something to help her from the coming storm.

Claudia looks worried.

“It doesn’t say,” she replies, her voice small like a child about to get into trouble.

Thompson huffs.

“Go home,” he orders.

“No. Go on holiday, somewhere tropical. Don’t come back for a while.”

He knows she’s smart enough to read through the lines of his statement.

“There’s a storm coming,” he tells her.

“A big one.”

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“We have to make contingencies,” the woman from the Oceania region demands.

“Are you going to take over once he is brought in?”

Fury nods.

“Who else?”

“There are a range of people,” the man from Europe advises.

“I know this region the best, I know my people the best, if this transfer of power is one that you want to go smoothly, then you must all see it.”

“Fine. We would like an update.”

The faceless voices take in the evidence, as Fury outlines what’s next.

“He won’t go easily,” he surmises.

The woman clenches her hands.

“Just get it done.”

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Twenty men.

Four missions.

Five person teams.

Four targets.

Thompson feels like he’s fallen too far down the rabbit hole to ever redeem himself. He doesn’t care how treasonous it is to go after four former military personnel with medals ranging from a purple heart to a silver star.

They shouldn’t have forced his hand.

He fingers his gun, wondering if he should go with them, but when he hands the last orders down, he finds his courage fails him.

He should be the one to oversee everything. That’s what it was when you were the Major.

Alpha.

Bravo.

Charlie.

Delta.

The four strike teams had their orders, now he just had to wait.

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Alpha Team.

Maria leaves Clint’s apartment, windows open and music on.

Blink-182 plays loudly and she smiles as “what’s my name again” plays through her speakers. She’d tried to explain music to Natasha but she could tell that it was falling on deaf ears.

Whether she didn’t care or her mind was on other things, she hadn’t known.

Turning left onto the freeway, she notices two black shield cars.

“Fuckers,” she thinks.

She knew those cars, those number plates and knew they were gunning for her.

Quickly making a plan, she turns off at the next exit, cutting off two cars and rightly receiving a blasting of horns.

One of the cars makes it off with her.

She assumes two or three man team in each car.

Annoyed, she speeds, making it to the closest Walmart and parking.

Cars are too dangerous and she knows they would prefer to just run her off the road.

People she knows.

People she’s trained.

She hates Hydra.

Twisted and corrupt.

Maria exits her car, watching the black car carefully.

It parks nearby.

Three man exit.

She has moments and the element of surprise.

Her gun loaded, she presses forward.

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Bravo Team.

Coulson rubs his eyes.

Staying close to Clint was exhausting. Not because he was a hard patient, but because he was so worried that someone would come and finish the job.

The round the clock surveillance was exhausting.

The dog park outside Shield was just starting to heat up.

The golden retriever and the dachshund make him laugh with their antics as their owner chat, ignoring the dogs wrapping the leads around their legs.

Coulson leans back in the sunshine, and sips his coffee.

He almost misses the odd sound of boots on the ground.

He looks around to see a five man team closing in on him.

Standing, he heads for the middle of the park, the Rottweiler on his left taking notice of his pace and the urgency of his movements.

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Charlie Team.

Gun on his lap, Fury shoots twice.

Once in the knee and the other in the head.

A shout of pain reverberates throughout his appartment.

Angrily, he throws a punch, and shoots again.

Two down.

He shuts off the lights, and drops the blinds.

The three that are left, enter in a V formation.

Fury almost laughs, as they seem blinded.

He knows the terrain on his apartment the best. They’re sure to miss the step.

He counts it down.

Holding his gun high, he aims the shot.

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Delta Team.

Clint stares at Natasha’s face.

Maria had shrugged when he asked and told him to ask Natasha.

As if in a stand off, she hadn’t moved from his couch, just watched as he’d pottered around slowly.

He’d gathered some clothes, money, his gun, arrows and bow.

Now he was just tired.

“Do you want a drink?” he asks.

Natasha looks up.

He notices her hands, scabbed and sore.

She nods and stands to come and help.

“What happened?” he asks in almost a whisper.

Natasha swallows.

She’s sure her face is almost as bruised as his.

“They wouldn’t let me see you,” she whispers.

“What’s that?” she asks, the light above Clint’s head blinking rapidly.

“Shit.”

He coughs and winces.

“They’re coming.”

Natasha looks panicked.

“Who?”

Clint grabs his backpack and gun, and passes it to her, taking his bow and arrows and notching it.

“Carry that, and follow me.”

He hits a button, stairs coming down from the ceiling allowing Clint to ascend, Natasha on his heels as the entrance to his apartment is beaten in.

The rooftop is high, and Natasha doesn’t like it.

“We’ll be cornered,” she hisses.

Clint turns, and shoots a single arrow into the ledge.

To Natasha’s surprise, the lead and rope out of it attach securely, and Clint grabs it.

“We’re abseiling,” he tells her, sweat on his brow.

She thinks it’s from pain, or adrenaline.

Maybe both.

Her heart beats evenly.

“This would be a stupid way to die, Clint Barton,” she tells him.

He shoots another arrow, and she picks up the second rope.

“On three,” he tells her.

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[freshthoughts2020]

Chapter 1: A Night Out

Gohan and Videl had been looking forward to a night out, something different from their usual routine. Between Gohan's studies and training, and Videl's work at the police department, they rarely found time to relax together. Videl, always up for an adventure, had heard about a famous spot in Atlanta called Magic City, a renowned strip club known for its lively atmosphere and incredible performances.

"Are you sure about this?" Gohan asked, a hint of nervousness in his voice as they stood outside the neon-lit entrance.

Videl laughed, nudging him playfully. "Come on, Gohan. It'll be fun. Besides, it's just a night out. Let's enjoy ourselves!"

With a deep breath, Gohan nodded. "Alright, let's do it."

Chapter 2: Stepping Inside

As they stepped inside Magic City, they were greeted by pulsating music and flashing lights. The atmosphere was electric, filled with laughter and excitement. Gohan's eyes widened, taking in the vibrant scene around them—dancers performing on stages, patrons cheering, and the scent of expensive cologne and perfume mingling in the air.

Videl, ever confident, led the way to a table near one of the stages. They settled in, and a waitress quickly approached, taking their drink orders.

"Two cocktails, please," Videl said with a smile. "And keep them coming."

Gohan glanced around, still a bit out of his element, but he couldn't help but be impressed by the athleticism and skill of the dancers. "This place is... something else."

Videl grinned, leaning closer. "Just relax and enjoy, Gohan. We deserve this."

Chapter 3: Enjoying the Show

As the night progressed, Gohan found himself relaxing more, thanks in part to the cocktails and Videl's infectious enthusiasm. They watched the dancers, each performance more impressive than the last. Gohan marveled at the strength and grace of the performers, appreciating the artistry and effort that went into each routine.

One dancer, in particular, caught their eye. She moved with a fluidity and confidence that was mesmerizing. Videl cheered loudly, clapping along with the beat, while Gohan couldn't help but smile at her excitement.

"You know," Videl said, leaning in closer to be heard over the music, "we should really do this more often. It's fun to just let loose."

Gohan nodded, his own spirits lifted. "Yeah, you're right. This is fun."

Chapter 4: A Moment of Connection

During a break between performances, Videl suggested they take a stroll around the club. They wandered through the bustling crowd, exploring the various sections and enjoying the lively atmosphere. They found a quieter corner where they could talk more easily.

Videl leaned against a railing, looking at Gohan with a soft smile. "I'm glad we came here tonight. It's good to see you relax."

Gohan took her hand, his heart swelling with affection. "I'm glad too. It's not what I expected, but I'm having a great time."

They shared a tender kiss, the music and noise fading into the background for a moment. It was just the two of them, enjoying each other's company in a place that was as unexpected as it was exhilarating.

Chapter 5: An Unexpected Encounter

As they made their way back to their table, they bumped into a familiar face—none other than Krillin, who seemed just as surprised to see them.

"Gohan? Videl? What are you guys doing here?" Krillin asked, laughing.

"We could ask you the same thing," Videl replied, grinning.

Krillin shrugged, a sheepish smile on his face. "18 wanted a night out, so here we are. Looks like we all had the same idea."

They shared a laugh, and soon 18 joined them, along with a few other friends who had decided to enjoy the night at Magic City. It turned into an impromptu gathering, with old friends catching up and enjoying the unexpected venue.

Chapter 6: The Night Winds Down

As the night came to a close, Gohan and Videl said their goodbyes to their friends and headed outside, the cool night air a refreshing change from the warm, bustling interior of the club.

Gohan wrapped an arm around Videl, pulling her close. "Thanks for bringing me here. It was... different, but a lot of fun."

Videl smiled up at him. "I knew you'd enjoy it. Sometimes, you just have to try something new."

They walked back to their car, hand in hand, the city lights twinkling around them. It had been a night of surprises, laughter, and connection—a reminder that no matter where they were, as long as they were together, they could find joy and adventure in the most unexpected places.

[ayvegeta]

Sorry, I found this on Pinterest and made me crack. Trunks time travel change a lot of things! Thanks to the owners.

[whumpookies]

Whumptober 2022 day 18 Let's break the ice..

prompt: treading water

Cut throat island

[talesofedo]

[thedaily-beer]

Firestone Walker Luponic Distortion No. 18 IPA (Picked up at Bev-Mo). A 3 of 4. I get quite a bit of white-wine like notes and other tropical fruit in the nose on this, and a nice clean body carries it well. Quite easy-drinking and nice firm bitterness towards the finish. Doesn’t stand out, but quite tasty and tastes bigger than 5.9%.