#kidnapping tw.

Someone's  approaching.    Someone  she  knows.   It's  him.   Not  the  Soldier  ,    SHE  WISHED  IT  COULD  HAVE  BEEN  HIM  THAT  FOUND  HER.   It's  her  handler.   Sent  to  get  her  and  bring  her  back  where  she  belonged.   Temporary  damage  to  the  head  is  enough  to  confuse  her  from  the  past  year.         (  defaulting  back  to  familiar  muscle  memories  till  she  assumed  a  mission  had  gone  wrong.  )   No.   No  ,  that  wasn't  right.   The  older  Anya  ,  the  one  who  knows  what's  to  come  ,  her  heart's  pounding.    GROWING  IN  INTENSITY  AND  SPEED.   She  can't  let  that  happen.   She  has  to  do  something.

“  No.  No  no  no  no  no  ,  ”   Voice  was  frantic.      ANYA  SURGING  FORWARD  TO  COVER  THE  GROUND  OF  THE  CAVE.   To  cover  her  younger  self.   It's  what  she  does  now.   She  protects  the  ones  who  can't  protect  themselves.   When  she  caught  up  ,  the  older  brunette  plants  herself  between  her  and  V  ,    A  COLD  GLARE  IN  HER  EYES  AS  SHE  STARES  HIM  DOWN.   She's  not  afraid  of  him  anymore.   He  doesn't  control  her  like  he  used  to  thanks  to  the  red  room.   “Don't    FUCKING     touch  her!”  Voice  is  quiet  ,  but  it  could  cut  like  a  dagger  ,    IF  THE  MAN  LOOKING  AT  HER  WERE  REAL.   There's  no  fear  in  his  eyes  though.   Not  like  there  usually  is  when  the  daughter  of  The  Winter  Soldier  and  The  Black  Widow.   Instead  ,    he  has  the  nerve  to  smile  and  chuckle  at  her.   That  same  sick    CONDESCENDING  SMILE     he  always  wore  when  he  managed  to  outsmart  her.

“  You  know  how  this  goes  Anya.   Honestly  ,  thought  you  would've  gotten  with  the  program  by  now.  ”   She  flinches  back.   EYES  NARROWING  WHIILE  BROW  FURROWS  IN  CONFUSION.   The  reaction  itself  ,  stunned.   She  knows  what's  coming.   Her  head  shakes.   “  I'm  not  a  part  of  that  anymore.   I  escaped  that.  “   Another  sickening  chuckle  escapes  him.   Churning  her  stomach.   A  tsking  sound  ,  as  he  wagged  his  finger  back  in  forth.    AS  THOUGH  HE  WERE  CHIDING  A  CHILD.   ”  Ah  ah  ,  Anya.   You've  forgotten  your  place  in  the  system.   We'll  fix  that."

Her  younger  self  comes  out  from  behind  her.   She  tries  to  grab  for  the  child.   To  keep  her  back  from  him.   “  Anya  no!   No  he's  he's  not  safe  ,  please!  ”   It's  like  she's  not  even  there.   POWERLESS  TO  STOP  HER  YOUNGER  SELF  FROM  BEING  TAKEN.   He  had  to  have  been  close  by.   He  could  have  found  her.

“  Anya!  ”   Her  alto  voice  rasps  with   DESPERATION.   Runninig  the  couple  of  steps  to  the  opening  of  the  cave.   There's  no  blinding  light  of  snow.   There's  no  aftermath  of  the  avalance.      SHE'S  IN  ANOTHER  FAMILIAR  PLACE.   THERE  ARE  TWO  CHILDREN  IN  A  FIGHTING  RING.   Handlers  surround  the  ring.   The  boy  ,  a  perfect  image  of  the  younger  version  of  her  brother  ,  shaking  his  head  while  silently  pleading  with  the  younger  ,   BRUTAL     version  of  herself.   “Anya  listen  to  me  …  I'm  not  gonna  hurt  you.”

Tubbo’s death plays in front of Tommy’s eyes like a slideshow, each frame depicting a new event long before he processes the last. 

The axe buries into Tubbo’s back. Dream yanks it out. Tubbo sprawls on the ground. Dream’s axe imbeds into his back again. Something cracks.

It doesn’t feel real.

Tommy moves through frozen molasses, shoveling through the goopy much to reach the diamond buried in the mud, the truth smeared in slow-acting lies: Tubbo’s dead; he dies after the second strike; he had no breath left to scream after the first.

Without that scream—without Tubbo’s breathless gasps for air—he doesn’t feel dead at all.

And yet, Tubbo’s eyes are vacant. And yet, Tommy’s skin is ice cold, rigor mortis rushing to take him just as it dumps Tubbo’s into death’s arms.

Dream tugs his blade out of Tubbo’s body, and like a string snaps, Tommy peels out of the molasses, finally jolting back to normal speed.

It doesn’t make a difference. He tries to stand, yet wobbly legs force him back to his hands and knees. Trembling hands slide across the craggly bedrock floor, scraping his skin as he inches closer, crawling toward his (dead?) best friend.

Dream rests his axe over his shoulder, the blade slicked red with blood.

"Come on, Tommy," he says. "It's time to go."

Tommy can't move. His knees stay anchored to bedrock, locked in place less than a meter out of reach of Tubbo—Tubbo's corpse. A trail of blood trickles toward him, and he follows it, reaching out with an open palm.

Maybe if his fingers stain, he'll still carry a piece of Tubbo with him wherever he goes.

Dream snatches his arm and drags him away before he gets the chance.

"I gave you time to mourn, Tommy," he says. "You should've used it when you could."

You can't mourn someone who's still alive, dickhead, he wants to say, but his leaden tongue refuses to lift. 

He swallows, further parching his dry throat. 

Dream drags him toward the portal and pauses on the stairs. Metal clamps around Tommy’s wrist, and he jerks back into motion, yanking at Dream’s grip and pushing his feet against the portal’s obsidian border.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he howls. “You can’t leave him behind!”

Dream tightens his grasp and twists Tommy’s arm behind his back, pulling at his shoulder until he yelps.

“He’s dead, Tommy,” Dream says. “Tubbo died, and it’s your fault. If you don’t want anyone else to die, you’re going to shut up and stop drawing attention to yourself while we’re in the Nether.”

“You’re leaving him!” Tommy yells. “You can’t—not here! Don’t leave him!”

Tommy kicks at Dream’s legs, but Dream steps on his knee, pinning it to the ground.

“I could break your leg right now, Tommy,” he says. “I can make it so you never walk again, and if you don’t stop screaming, I’ll break both of them.”

“Tubbo!” Tommy yells. “Tubbo! Tubb—”

Dream shoves a potion bottle down Tommy’s throat. Glass presses down his tongue, pouring a foul, thick mixture. Nausea swells in his gut, yet as Dream pinches his nose, he's forced to choke down every last drop.

The effects hit him all at once. His muscles give out from under him, and he falls limp on the stairs, sprawled across the steps. His head thuds against the blackstone, yet the pain creeps through his system, delayed even as he sees stars. His thoughts stick to each other like globs of sap crawling down the side of a tree.

What the fuck did Dream drug him with?

Cold seeps into his wrists. He tries to tuck his arms around him, yet something heavy weighs them down, and he can’t pull them toward his front. Someone picks him up. He slumps in their arms, staring at the high ceiling.

Cobble would look better up there. Maybe he and Tubbo could come here later and prank Dream with it. Just like the good old days.

The person adjusts their grip and throws him over their shoulder, gripping him by his legs. His chin smacks into a chestplate, and a strangled noise escapes his throat as the thorns enchantment pricks his skin. Purple washes over him, and his head swims, biting at the ache behind his eyes.

alright, onto the au:

izuku midoriya has been making quite the splash lately and people have started to take notice. some want him dead and out of the way. others? others can see the potential in him and want to use that for their advantage to achieve their own goals.

lance mcclain is a member of a top secret organization called VOLTRON that specializes in ops in both around the country and the world. NO ONE knows of their existence. there are five members ( BLACK, RED, GREEN, YELLOW, AND BLUE ) and they are led by allura, with coran as her adviser. lance is given orders to watch over izuku after all that’s happened with the league of villains, and in order to keep his cover, he gains the trust of izuku through aizawa. izuku immediately takes a liking to lance and the two quickly become close.

in the following months, the league of villains tries to attack izuku once again and it is in this time that izuku learns that lance is a part of VOLTRON and is BLUE. he swears not to say a word, and just when things start to settle again, izuku goes MISSING. many believe the league of villains to be behind it and go searching for him, but nothing turns up.

whatever trails they had go cold and izuku midoriya is just gone.

though the league makes the initial kidnapping, he is found but is continued to be kept hidden away. unknown to almost the entire world, lance is the one behind the kidnapping. the entire time he had been a villain playing a part to get closer to the last piece of his puzzle. lance, who was born leo, is the older twin to lance, who died when heroes couldn’t get to him. leo, grief stricken and angry at the heroes who failed to save his brother, took on his twins’ name and began his plan to destroy society ( we’ll continue to refer to him as lance from here on out – the only one allowed to ever call him leo is vesper ). on his journey, he met minako, who was more than willing to help overthrow the system.

through her, lance is reunited with childhood friend, vesper arlo, whom he believed to have died years ago with the rest of his family in a fire. it turns out that an old family friend ’ saved ’ vesper in the nick of time and raised him. unknown to vesper, arthur is the one who caused the fire that killed vesper’s family for the sole purpose of having vesper and his quirk all to himself, able to train it to make him the perfect assassin. vesper agrees to help lance with his mention whenever given the chance, but with lance being the sole living person that proves he had been happy once and feeling the embers of an old crush returning, he begins to spend more time with him.

this angers arthur as he does not want vesper to become distracted and attempts to kill lance in order to subdue vesper once more. it is then that vesper finds out what arthur had been hiding and kills him. after this, he joins lance in his mission.

between the two of them, they torture and use various methods to brainwash izuku. they tell him that no one came for him, that they were the only ones there for him. how could he rely on people who would so easily give up looking for him after only weeks?

months go by, no sign of izuku. some believe him to be dead, others hope that he is because there hasn't been any sign of him.

not until now, that is. if his mask were to come off, one could see that the izuku midoriya they knew was long gone. instead, in his place stood SAI, a boy who only listened to the orders of ' nii-san ' ( what he calls lance -- no one but vesper and minako know who this is ). he returns causing havoc --- to show off his new skills and to show that the heroes had failed him.

' run and scream in fear ----

FOR I AM HERE. '

this is sai's outfit. it's a bit different from deku's in terms of the strap along his chest that holds super secret stuff, his belt is different, and instead of a smile on his mask, it has sharp teeth. . . and he's covered in blood. while he may respond to DEKU, IZUKU, or MIDORIYA, he will argue that those names or no longer his and he has left them behind. sai has no problem with hurting and/or killing people ! please keep this in mind ! 

this is all a lil confusing and it jumps in a few places bc i honestly forgot what we had decided on lmao but this'll be updated when/if i remember.