#this is kinda garbage

[the-infamous-coat-of-baron-zemo]

Sleight of Hand - Helmut Zemo Drabble

Men judge generally more by the eye than by the hand, for everyone can see and few can feel. Every one sees what you appear to be, few really know what you are. - Niccolo Machiavelli

Being locked up again was not part of the plan. He could have guessed The Dora Milaje would come for him, would continue tracing his steps long after Riga, which is why he had to take in all the possibilities and plan accordingly.

And just as he knew where to begin his mission; he also knew where to end it. Sokovia.

It would only make sense to go to the one place that ties him to this Earth still. The only place that still has remnants of family. To Oeznik.

Helmut knew if anything should happen to him, his trusted friend could handle such instructions. And as it so happened, the circle of contacts he had conversed with over the years also extended towards similar circles Oeznik had travelled in, while imprisoned in Germany. Always loyal, incredibly diligent in his work.

Turns out, all he had to do was ask his long time companion to make a few phone calls of his own to provide him the information he required. Zemo had instructed him that if he got the intel to meet him at the memorial where his family rests.

The how and why don't matter to him, only results. Everything else is a means to an end for him. But who would have thought that the driver for the Power Broker was in close enough contact to his butler? Six degrees of separation indeed.

What a perfect storm this created for him, to rid of world of these super soldiers. Oeznik was able to meet with him and share the details of what might happen to the super soldiers should they be apprehended alive. That was enough to put his plan into motion regardless of where he might be in the next 24 hours.

And so, he sent his friend away one last time. A bittersweet moment, as he had thought years ago when he was first detained, that he would never see a solitary soul of the outside world again. And he had made his peace with that.

Reflecting on the memory, he clearly remembered how his old friend had paused in hesitation, and Helmut understood why, but his butler never said anything. Just nodded and left him standing alone with his family once again. He knew better than to attempt to persuade him in leaving Sokovia. He still had unfinished business to attend to.

One last loose end to tie up.

Zemo brought an arm up over his head as he stared at the ceiling of his shiny new cell aboard The Raft. He smiled to himself as he also recalled his final exchange with James, but the memory also came without some disappointment. He had mentally reconciled not to kill The Winter Soldier. Helmut supposed it was a way to make amends for his own selfish purposes; however he still thought he would finish the job and end his life.

Another battle constantly warring inside of him still. The yearning to see his family once again, and the arrogant drive to not leave his work unfinished. And there was still work to be done.

He was many things, but patient above all else. His time would come, and though he may be caged, he is allowing those around him to become lulled into a false sense of security.

The best is yet to come. When the time is right, he will strike.

And he will not be merciful to any who stand in his way.

[iicelland]

Somebody To Love

you bet your ass i’d make a queen reference in the title 

@tylersegsy91 asked:  “Hi. I followed you :) could I have an imagine with Tyler Seguin? Something like your his best friend and you surprise him at one of his games then end up admitting your feelings toward him”

i’m gonna apologize now if this is terrible. i haven’t published anything for a long time oops.

You’d like to think of yourself as a daredevil. You’ve jumped out of planes, off of cliffs, held poisonous snakes, the works.

But the idea of confessing to your best friend? You would rather hold that diamondback. 

You and Tyler met back when he had just joined the Stars and you had been best friends ever since. Over those years, you could feel yourself slowly falling for him more and more.

Tonight, Dallas was playing home against Chicago and tonight was the night you wanted to finally come clean. 

According to Tyler, you were still supposed to be visiting your parents at this point, but you decided to come home a little early to surprise him at the game. 

Standing before your mirror, you put on the last touches of your makeup before you were satisfied with how it looked. You hummed to yourself before you headed into your living room where your bag and jacket lay waiting for you. 

With a quick glance at the clock, seeing that it was four o’clock, you decided now would be a good time to leave.

A few minutes later and you find yourself at the AAC. The parking lot had already been bursting at the seams when you first arrived and the game didn’t start for another 45 minutes.

Luckily, you knew some people on the inside.

You parked in the employee parking lot and headed straight inside.

It was chilly inside, even as you made your way down to the locker room.

It felt a bit odd to you that they let you walk into a locker room. You knew all of the guys on the team, and they all knew you, or knew of you, but it still felt a bit out of place.

You slowly creep through the door of the locker room. The first one you saw, of course, was Jamie.

“Y/N! I thought you were still supposed to be out of town!” Jamie exclaims. You were quick to shush him.

“Why don’t you announce it to the whole stadium?” You snipped playfully.

You stepped a bit further into the locker room and you saw Tyler with his back to you. A smile curls on your lips and you cross the room to Tyler. Quickly, you yank up the sleeves of your jacket and move your hands to cover his eyes.

“What the-“ You hear him mumble in confusion. He reaches up with his gloved hands and pulls your hands away from his eyes. Holding your hands in his larger ones, he turned around. 

“Hi.” You grinned. Tyler immediately scooped you up into his arms and twirled you around. You let out a squeal as you clung onto his jersey. He did eventually put you back down.

“You’re back early, I thought you were still with your parents?” He asked. 

Once you found your balance again, you beamed up at him. 

“I came home early. I wanted to surprise you.” You explained to him. 

“You’re too good for me.” He said before he pulled you in for a tight hug and you wasted no time wrapping your arms back around him. Glancing over his shoulder, you caught sight of the clock. There was less than half an hour before the boys had to be out on the ice. Now was your chance.

Tyler pulled away from the hug as he walked over to his locker where he had grabbed out his white jersey before tossing it to you.

“Wear that for me.” He said with a grin on his face. 

“Gladly,” You replied before you began to pull the jersey on over your sweatshirt. It was intentionally big for Tyler to make room for his pads, but on you, it was a dress. “Also, I, uh, have something to tell you.” You spoke sheepishly. Your anxiousness suddenly washed over you like a beach in a tsunami. 

He turned back towards you. “What’s up?” He asked.

You bit down on your bottom lip as you stuffed your hands into your back pockets. “Well,” You started. How would you go about saying this? You feared for the health of your friendship. Making it awkward or completely ruining it would destroy you. “I’m kinda, sorta in love with you.” You bit your tongue. Tyler went to open his mouth to speak, but just as he was about to say something, they were beckoned to the ice.

“Sorry, Y/N, I gotta go,” He muttered before walking off, grabbing his helmet and stick on the way out of the locker room. Soon enough, you were left behind.

Somehow, you didn’t think this was going to turn out well. A weight had settled in the bottom of your stomach as you made your way back to the main floor. 

Your body had been put on autopilot as you made your way to your seat while your mind was racing with other things.

God, what if he didn’t feel the same way? What if he was seeing someone and you didn’t know? Would he hate you for telling him? Were you coming on too strong for him? You tried to shake your negative thoughts from your mind as you finally arrived at your seat. 

You tried to get your mind off of it, focusing on the echoing music in the stadium. You sighed as you leaned back into your seat and watched the start of the game.

The game was long, after having gone twenty minutes into overtime, and the amount of screaming and cheering you did made you tired, but all worth it. Dallas came out on top, winning 5 to 1. The game also almost distracted you enough about what you had told Tyler. 

Almost being the keyword. 

Once you had gotten back out of your seat, you began to head down to the locker room once again. You hadn’t made up your mind on whether you were going to talk to Tyler or if you were going simply to return his jersey.

You waited a few minutes outside of the locker room as the guys were showering and getting back into their clothes, leaning up against the wall. 

While you were scrolling along on your phone, Tyler had walked out of the locker room, but you had been too busy to notice. 

“Hey,” He called out. You looked up to see who had called to you, but before you could respond, you felt something crash upon your lips. It took you a few dizzying moments to register that he was kissing you. Tyler. Kissing you. You turned your phone off with one hand while the other rested on the nape of his neck. You practically melted in Tyler’s arms as he kissed you. A few moments pass before you both break away.

“I’m so glad you said something, Y/N. I wouldn’t have been able to scrounge up the courage.” He muttered, letting his forehead rest against your own. “I love you too.” He breathed out. You felt yourself release a breath you were unaware of holding as a smile curled up onto your lips. “By the way, you look really cute in my jersey. I was just too afraid to say it before.” He said, earning a laugh from the both of you.

[peachydeacon]

for my love @celestialmay it’s a blurb about cuddling brian

i’m trying to make it good enough that she likes it but not so good that she abandons the idea of cuddling me to full time think about cuddling brian so. i hope u like it but not too much lexi

despite the fact that he towers over you, brian likes being the little spoon. that’s what he’s doing now, his back to your front. his legs are tangled with yours under the sheets.

everything is quiet and calm amidst the usual chaos of your shared lives. it’s rare recently for the two of you to go to bed at the same time, let alone have the energy to curl up together before bed. lately he’s been recording late or studying for hours and you’ve been getting up at dawn to pick up extra hours at work or study as well. sometimes you’ll get to see him as you’re getting up and he’s just climbing into bed, but mostly you just haven’t gotten to see him much at all lately.

tonight is special. brian is too tired to study and the band decided to take a few days off from recording due to all of them being exhausted. you’d asked him gently if he wanted to come to bed with you, and he had sat considering it for a moment before nodding and standing up, leaving his open astronomy textbook and several papers scattered at the table.

the only things that can be heard in the room are his breathing and your own and the soft sounds of the city coming in through the window. the quiet is comfortable and fits well. you play with the curly hairs at the base of his neck, winding them around your fingers and letting go. his hair is soft between your fingers, and he smells like pine-scented soap and mint shampoo.

the hand that isn’t playing with his hair is wrapped protectively around his torso. you brush his hair to the side and plant several small kisses to his shoulder. he sighs contently, and you can picture the small smile playing on his lips.

“i love you.” his voice breaks the quiet, but you don’t mind.

“i love you too,” you murmur, grabbing his hand in yours and intertwining your fingers. “try to sleep, okay?”

his curls bounce as he nods. “i hope i dream of you.”

[alexanderhayes]

Upper East Side

Alex knew that getting through the Resistance’s defenses was something of a long shot at best but that didn’t mean leaving the area unguarded. They had a job to do and anyone that was on their side of the border needed to be detained. If that also meant taking out any of the resistance fighters they came across then that would make it even better. 

He found himself a spot on top of a building just on the border that gave him line of site into both areas. It was just a matter of time before someone crossed his path.