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PrologueJanuary 1, 1943
Journal entry: # 6935
Time: 0300 UST, 3:00 a.m. EST
The new year brings no signs to the end of the war. There has been little change since the US officially entered the war. Although the Invaders, the unit under my command, have been in and out of the European and Asian continents since the war began. It's been difficult, balancing my responsibilities to President Roosevelt and the US Army. Things are beginning to come full circle. HYDRA activity is on the rise. They're powerful, but so are we. Hitler's grasp on the European continent is iron clad. I fear the Allies may become cornered. It is imperative that we liberate the people in concentration camps. That these vile institutions are obliterated. I pray to god some relief arrives soon or the Allies may be overwhelmed. My men, my friends, are exhausted. Our food supplies run thin, as has our patience. We are enduring, but the road grows more difficult everyday. This is an uphill battle, one I fear we
Avengers OC- Anamar RogersOC Profile
Full Name: Anamar Rogers
Hero Name: Nightrider
Meaning of name: Leopard
Nickname(s): Ana (Cap only), fire rose (Thor), dirty scoundrel (Hawkeye)
Date of Birth: February 22, 1919
Place of Birth: New York City, New York
Race/Species: Human/ goddess/ wolf
Languages spoken: English, French, German, Russian, Japanese, others
Native language: English
Orientation/Sexual Preference: Male
Chinese Zodiac: Goat
Residence: Avenger's Mansion, New York City, New York
Occupation: co-CEO of Stark Industries, Avenger
Education: Technology Sciences, Biological Sciences, Chemical Sciences
Blood type: AB+
Mental state: Normal
Mental disorder: None
Mental stability: Normal
Medical problems: Right lung cut (long-term but temporary)
Emotional stability: Normal
Notable Information: Super-soldier
In the Name of Sanity pg 3(Doyle)
Drew and I decide to divide and conquer. I head to the police station to see where they have Anamar in the booking process. As soon as I walk in to the precinct, I wink at Anamar. She jumps up, hugs me, and says, "Dad! You came to get me." I look at Van Rook with a look that says 'don't say a word and we'll get you out of this too'. Van Rook just nods.
I say, "Hey; how's my little girl?"
She replies, "Glad to see you, dad."
I say to the officer, "Hey sorry about the mishap. That's my half-brother; he's an alcoholic and acts like random people. He decided to go and be Leonidas Van Rook today. Trust me, he couldn't hurt anyone. My poor little girl gets dragged into his weird schemes. He really needs to be to be put in a mental hospital, but you don't do that to family, no matter how insane they are."
The officer says, "Fingerprint matched your brother to Van Rook."
I reply, "Did I mention he worked with the FBI, in his youth? He's elaborate and drives me utterly nuts."
In the Name of Sanity pg 2(Leonidas Van Rook, headquarters)
Exhausted from the excitement and tension of the mission, Anamar had curled up on the couch under a blanket and fallen asleep with me next to her. She didn't even bother to take her mask or uniform off. She just fell asleep. I feel really bad for her, especially after hearing what her father had to say to what she did. Both her uncle and she bring out a side of me that I don't know. I decide to relax and sit on the couch and watch Anamar to make sure she will be fine.
(Doc Saturday, Saturday Headquarters, the next day)
I can't believe I have to add Anamar to the list of Argost's associates. I slowly input the data, unable to take my eyes off the screen as I do it.
Date of birth: February 22nd, 1995
Languages spoken: English, French, Spanish, Arabic, Japanese, others
In the Name of Sanity pg 1(Leonidas Van Rook, four hours later, headquarters)
I ask, "So if you don't mind my asking what exactly happened?"
Anamar replies, "I don't know something in me flipped out and attacked everyone in the room at the time. Dad saw me fighting myself and did nothing to help, and then he got mad at me for accidentally knocking Zak unconscious. I didn't even mean for the bookshelf to fall, I tried to stop it but something in me pulled it down on my mother and Zak. I leapt forward and tried to help them but he wouldn't let me. I felt terrible as I walked to my room, packed, and left. Doyle tried to convince me to stay but it was of no use my father wanted nothing to do with me so I just left."
I reply to my new apprentice, "I once fell into a very similar situation hah, yeah it wasn't supernatural origin but it was similar. I attacked my mother because I didn't have control over myself and my father kicked me out. That's how I got to where I am today. I learned to fend
Stepping Forward Page 7(Argost)
I sit pondering on the subject of why all of my attempts against those pesky Saturdays have failed. Was I not approaching the subject using the correct tactics? Was my faith in Leonidas Van Rook, as a mercenary, misplaced? Even my most recent attempt had failed because of the stupid traitor Doyle Blackwell. Why was such a tiny, pathetic human girl so stubborn and so resilient? It caused me to bang my fists on my desk, something I never do, when I found out Munya had come up empty-handed when I sent him with specific instructions and all of the strategy planned out just because of that moronic brother of Audrey Saturday's, aka Drew Saturday. If she learns of the survival of her psychokinetic cult plans will have to be revised, because she is fundamental to the survival of the cult. Without her, I can destroy the last of the organized psychokinetics. She'll be considerably alone and being the last one she knows of she will submit to my rule to control her mind which
Dr. Dmitry SiltvanaOC PROFILE:
Full Name: Dmitry Siltvana
Meaning of name: HE'S RUSSIAN... THAT'S WHY THAT'S HIS NAME
Nickname(s): Dmit, D, Silt (all Doc)
Date of Birth: January 7th, 1974
Place of Birth: Siltvana home, Soviet Russia
Languages spoken: Russian, English, French, German, Romanian
Native language: Russian
Orientation/Sexual Preference: Female
Chinese Zodiac: Tiger
Religion: Doesn't know due to Soviet rule
Residence: Moscow, Russia
Occupation: Telekintic/ psyhokinetic scientist
Education: ancient scripture, taught himself
Blood type: O+
Mental state: Normal
Mental disorder: none prominent
Mental stability: good
Medical problems: bad left knee
Emotional stability: easily excited
Notable Information: none
Phobia(s): Kur's wrath & the return of the USSR (Soviet Union)
Weight: 165 lbs
Hair color: light brown
Hairstyle: short, neatly coiffed
Eye color: light gree
Stepping Forward Page 6I lay Anamar's snow clothes on the ground, and sit with her on my lap. Once I see that she's comfortably situated, I pull my knees up so that I can protect her from the ice cold wind. I gently situate her head against my chest with my arm under her neck for support and warmth. Keeping her warm is my main concern. Even though my arms are numb, I continue to protect Anamar from the harsh conditions. What water was on my arms has practically frozen, and I remind myself over and over again to keep Anamar safe at all costs. Poor Anamar looks distant and pale but she's still definitely with me. I say, "I'm sorry Anamar this was all my fault."
At that moment, I hear the airship overhead. Doc hastily walks out and I stand up and he takes Anamar from me. I really don't notice Drew until she throws a blanket at me. I think about wrapping it around myself but then I walk over to Anamar with it and gently drape it over her. Doc nods at me acknowledging the sacrifice, and I feel a strong but
Stepping Forward Page 5(Anamar, an hour later)
Francis and I walk into the bridge of the airship to inform my parents of the new relationship, hand in hand. Mom's cleaning her fire sword and dad is fidgeting with a Cortex Disruptor. This is not the most preferable way to see my parents and discuss a new relationship with them. A little nervous, I say shyly, "Hey mom, dad?"
The say in unison, "Yeah."
I ask, "How would you feel if I had a boyfriend? He's someone you know and dad said was a good kid."
Mom answers, "Well I'd say good for you, finding love. If your father approves than so do I. If your father doesn't let me talk to him and assess him. Now, do you really or is this hypothetical?"
Dad says, "Are you serious? Couldn't you have given me a couple more years? I still want to talk to this boy if this is true."
I reply, "Yeah, this is legitimate. Uhh yeah, Francis is my boyfriend. I'll leave you guys to talk to him but first I must know; you're not going to kill him right?"
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 75The flat was deadly quiet as Sherlock and John walked up the front steps, the case solved and the criminal caught with only minor scrapes and bruises. John was too exhausted to really notice the emptiness but Sherlock did and it put him on edge. He knew you weren’t home before they even stepped through the door and while John did a slightly frantic search for you, he stood in the doorway and silently panicked. Images of you being taken by Moriarty or something equally horrible flashed through his head as his eyes flicked over the living room and made a deduction that replaced his fears with something else entirely. John came back in with a look of pure panic on his face just as Sherlock gritted out, “Mycroft.”
It had just begun to rain when you and Mycroft started to make your way back to the flat from the small café down the street, your friend tucking you close to his side as he held his ever present umbrella over your heads. You held your hand out to the fee
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 69John refused to leave you alone for very long, not wanting you to wake up someplace unfamiliar alone, and ended up sorting through emails on his laptop in his room while you slept. He looked up when you groaned and your hand came up to rub at your forehead as you grumbled, “Merde… What-Where am I?”
“You’re in my bed,” John offered and you sighed, sitting up, “I’m sorry, Johnny. I didn’t mean to fall asleep up here. I’ll go back downstairs.”
You moved to leave, unable to stop the sharp gasp and cringe as pain rippled through your body, and John got up to ease you back down, “It’s alright, Squeak… I was actually wondering if you would stay up here with me tonight.”
“Why?” you asked warily, thinking it might be a ploy to get you to take his bed while he slept on the couch, and John wrapped his hand around yours, “You’ll be more comfortable here and then if you need anything
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 71It seemed your mind was determined to torment you as a few hours later you went from peaceful to whimpering as you thrashed slightly, a layer of sweat glistening on your forehead. You jolted awake but found no relief as the darkness that loomed every time you opened your eyes made the nightmare seem unending. You rolled to your side and whimpered, trying to erase the images from your mind, before finding the floor with your feet and stumbling out to the living room.
Clinging to the door frame you quietly called, “Sherlock?”
You got no response and took a step forward, trying again as your voice grew increasingly distraught, “Sherly?”
His eyes snapped open and he blinked at you a couple of times, hoping you’d go to John if he kept quiet. No such luck, you panicked slightly and took a few quick steps into the room, a mistake since it put you in a space with nothing around you for you to get your bearings. Realizing this too late, you spun a little fra
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 68Things finally started to sink in for the three of you now that you were home. It had been easy to push away the reality of the situation and the emotions other than worry when you were unconscious in a hospital bed but everything had to be dealt with eventually.
Down the road, John gathered the little bag that held your prescriptions as he thought over what had happened. He’d almost lost you… again. The thought of what would have happened had he and Sherlock not been on their way home at that exact moment sent a shot of dread through his veins. You were his support system, his lifeline, the one person in the world he could trust with anything and everything- his best friend. At the same time you were his baby sister and it was his job to protect you and somehow he’d failed.
There was no way he could erase the guilt- if he had gone with you, if you had felt like you could come to him, if he’d noticed you hadn’t called, if, if, if… The list went on
Through the Distorted Glass: A SummaryAfter mourning the loss of their friend, Miguel, Lanetta forces the team to continue on. Tiana has a fit, upset that everyone is just getting up and abandoning the memories of their friend. Not fully understanding Tiana, since she doesn’t speak Pokémon, Lanetta lashes out at her, stating that death is a part of life, and if you let it hold you back, you’ll never get anywhere, always being stuck in the past. She tells Tia that Miguel wouldn’t want her to suffer over him, so she should move on. Tiana reluctantly agrees, and the team heads to Eterna Forest, where they meet Cheryl.
Cheryl is a travelling nurse, on her way to the league to deliver a top secret new medicine called “revive” that supposedly can bring back a freshly killed Pokémon, within limits. Lane finds the technology scary, being a believer that you should respect the dead as they are. The two women butt heads on various issues of Pokémon morality, especially when Lane use
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 74It was around two in the morning when Sherlock’s phone woke you and when he didn’t pick it up you fumbled for it, reaching up over your heads towards the noise until you found it on the arm of the couch.
“ ‘ello?” you answered groggily, pulling your free arm from the sling to rub at your eye. Lestrade's voice started to pour through the phone and you scrunched your eyes tightly closed as you slurred, “Hol’ on. Lemme get’im for you.”
You held the phone over your head, unintentionally smashing it into Sherlock’s face as you huffed in a steady slur, “Sherly… phone’s for you. S’bout the case.”
Startling out of his thoughts at the phone hitting him, he took it from you and you rolled to your good side as he lowly growled, “What?” into the receiver. You snuggled into him, letting the rumble of his voice as he talked with Lestrade lull you back to sleep, only to be woken a moment late
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 72It was a relatively quiet morning in 221B… unfortunately it only lasted about five minutes before all hell broke loose. It started with John coming down to begin his morning as he normally did, with eggs and the paper, only to find you pressed against Sherlock with his hand resting somewhere it shouldn’t. There were a lot of things John could handle, combat pressure, Sherlock’s boredom, malevolent criminals, but not this. He was even starting to get used to the occasional acts of affection between the two of you but this… this was just too much.
Before he could do anything you let out a soft whimper in your sleep and your face turned pained, causing John to temporarily abandon his anger for concern. The way you were sleeping was obviously putting a lot of pressure on one of your broken ribs, probably had been all night, and he watched you shift just enough so that the pain didn’t wake you.
Your brother sighed, rubbing his forehead- he was going to have t
Prologue 2I wake up tied down. By my judgment, it was probably at least four hours later. Zemo looks at me with that usual cocky grin on his face. "My dear Anamar Rogers, how is it you've found your way here?" he asks.
I reply, "I don't know Heinrich; you tell me."
He says his German accent heavily obvious, "You are here because of your own ignorance, your own arrogance. You thought you could take me alone because you are Steven's, or should I say Captain America's, daughter. Yes, Little Miss America… America's most loved daughter. Their most loyal daughter as the news reels put it eh? Yes, I wonder if Roosevelt will tell the world that you have gone missing. Do you think Roosevelt would kneel if I threatened to hand over his favorite political plaything?" I wince at being called Little Miss America for I resent the name.
I reply, "You know he wouldn't because I'm a soldier, serving my country everyday and ready to die for it any day."
He replies, "Are you not his personal plaything now too? Hmm
Hath No FearGiving yourself completely up to fear is kinda like falling in love: You can't pin point exactly when it started and by the time you realize that you are surrounded by that sensation it's already game over. Just like the image of the person you are in love with starts creeping out from every unexpected corner, fear never leaves your side when you give it a welcome stay. After a restless sleep, it starts beating anxiously in your heart the moment you wake up in the morning and commands all your thoughts and actions throughout the day. It is nothing short of a prison, except you are the only inmate and the warden never takes a break. Ever.
I do not exactly remember when I let fear occupy my being but I remember the exact moment when I realized I was ruled by it. It was late in the afternoon, everybody was out there 'getting busy living' and I had locked myself inside my bed half awake, not particularly finding any valid reason to get out of it. Then I was awakened from a nightmare by my
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