It happens all at once. One moment the tires are skidding without traction and Regulus is resigning himself to a watery death on some unmarked back road, and the next the car is heaving back onto the cement with a groan and a great thump, both of them bouncing in their seats.
And then it’s silent. Sirius’s hands still on the wheel, the only sound is their ragged breathing. Regulus, who has sunk low in his seat, slowly sits up to scan through each of the windows, but the man is gone.
“Did you ju –”
Sirius hushes him sharply, and before Regulus can tell him not to, pulls the car forward several feet. It thuds sickly again, and again they sit in stilted silence, before Sirius yanks open the door and climbs out of the car.
“Is he d –”
“No!” Sirius exclaims, but the man on the ground certainly looks dead, splayed out on the pavement with a wet track over his chest.
Sirius is pacing back and forth and back and forth and back and forth up and down the length of the car and all Regulus can do is stare down at the man on the ground
“Come on,” Sirius says suddenly, reappearing at Regulus’ elbow. In the next breath he’s popping the boot and crouching down low, hands under one of his armpits and nodding for Regulus to do the same.
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sephiroth protecting sapph and/or their babies from the rain with his wing🥺🥺🥺🥺
I actually might add this into my next chapter!
The rain started as a light drizzle. It seemd no worse than that for a while, but then the drizzle worsened. The trees above them caught the worst of the rain but there was only so much they could do.
"Daddy, I am getting wet!" Soot cried.
Sephiroth looked down at the little girl. Her hair was already starting to flatten against her face. They had no umbrella here at the hidden compound.
A thought occurred to him and he mustered up his willpower.
Feathers exploded into the air as his wing sprouted from his back. He deftly maneuvered it so it sheltered Soot from the increasing onslaught. Soot reached up and grabbed one of his feathers and yanked it.
Stephen was on Captain Americas side during the Civil War but after seeing how things were going and beginning to worry about Starks health, he swaps sides.
Stephen arrived five minutes too late to help.
“What happened?” he asked Natasha.
Natasha shook her head. “We’re not sure, exactly. Barnes tore his way out of here. He’s on the loose now. Steve and Sam are after him—” Her expression tightened at that. “I suspect even if they do find him, they’re not going to be telling us.” She gave him a scrutinizing look. “They might call you, though.”
Stephen didn’t react to that. Things between the Avengers—and Stephen as Kamar-Taj’s liaison—had been tense since that meeting at the compound, where Ross had shown up, thrown his weight around, and left the Avengers to argue it out between themselves. Stephen had found himself backing Steve in the argument.
Kamar-Taj couldn’t be under the control of the UN. Their work spanned dimensions, and governmental agents simply didn’t have sufficient knowledge to be governing Kamar-Taj’s actions.
“You’ll tell us if Steve calls?” Natasha asked.
“Where’s Tony?” Stephen asked, instead of answering the question. Things were too complicated, right now, to be making definitive statements. It depended entirely on what Steve called him to say.
Natasha pursed her lips, but then gestured behind her to a closed door. “Trying to talk Ross down,” she said. “He’s trigger happy, at the moment.”
Stephen didn’t point out that it was people like Ross that were turning Steve off of the Accords. He did understand that Tony couldn’t just ignore the Secretary of State, but that didn’t make the situation a good one.
Tony came out of the room, looking exhausted. There was a cut on his temple and a bruise around his eye that was darkening. He was rubbing at his arm. “My left arm is numb, is that normal?” He didn’t seem to actually be asking anyone, just complaining.
The words had Stephen jerking to attention though. “Your arm is numb?” he asked. “Are you in pain anywhere else? Any discomfort in your chest?” Tony blinked at him. “Pain in your neck or jaw? Shortness of breath? Irregular—”
“I’m not about to have a heart attack, Stephen,” Tony interrupted. “I’m fine.”
“I notice you didn’t actually answer any of the questions,” Stephen pointed out. “Meaning at least one of those other symptoms is present.”
Tony ran a hand over his face. “Stephen.”
“Sit down and let me take a look at you.”
“I have 36 hours to—”
“Sit. Down,” Stephen ordered.
Natasha gave Tony a look. “Just let him,” she said. “I’ll start figuring things out.”
Tony rolled his eyes, but sat down.
“Send a medkit our way. The EMTs should have arrived,” Stephen told Natasha as she exited. He approached Tony. “What’s this 36 hour problem?”
Tony sighed. “Ross wants to send special ops after Barnes, Steve, and Sam,” he said. “And I don’t want to hear it, Stephen. Ross is Secretary of State and since Steve hasn’t signed the accords he doesn’t have any protections under it.”
Stephen arched an eyebrow, but left it. “Kamar-Taj won’t sign those accords,” he said. “We can’t.”
Tony rubbed a hand over his face. “The accords aren’t set in stone. It’s a living document, one that can be amended so it will keep everyone safe. The public and us.”
“But it hasn’t yet,” Stephen said. “I can’t put Kamar-Taj in that position.” Someone at the door interrupted them, medkit in hand, and Stephen retrieved it. He grabbed the stethoscope to check Tony’s heartbeat. It was fast and irregular, Stephen noted grimly.
“What if I could get a provisional agreement written for Kamar-Taj,” Tony asked. “The Accords council has been working with us. They were even going to give Steve protections after the disaster in Bucharest.”
Stephen didn’t know enough about Bucharest to have a statement on that.
“What would this provisional agreement look like?” he asked.
Tony shrugged, grimacing a little as he did. Stephen made note to check for stiffness or injury. “I can’t speak for Kamar-Taj, I don’t know your needs. But if you tell me what you need, reasonably, then I think the Accords will work with us on the provisional agreement until the Accords get to a place you’re comfortable with.”
Stephen hesitated. “You said 36 hours,” he said. “To find Steve before Ross does.”
Tony’s expression was grim. “Well, I better work fast, then. You done reassuring yourself I’m not about to have a heart attack?”
“No,” Stephen said. He reached into Tony’s pocket and pulled out his phone. “You start making calls, I’m going to make sure you don’t stress yourself into an early grave.” He paused, then rested a hand on Tony’s knee. “I do know you’re trying to protect all of us,” he said softly. “And I do want to help.”
Tony’s smile was wan. “Then let me get Kamar-Taj something provisional, so you can.”
Everything he knew about her belonged to those few hours in the morning.
What happened after she left that street had never crossed his mind. Where she went. What she did. What she was like when she wasn’t standing beneath a sign in some ridiculous costume.
Who exactly was she—
“Oh!”
Something caught lightly at the edge of his sleeve.
Sasuke stopped.
Hinata had stopped beside him, her fingers still pinching a small fold of his uniform as she pointed excitedly toward one of the enormous screens covering the buildings ahead. People continued around them without slowing, forcing Sasuke a little closer to her as he followed the direction of her finger.
“I didn’t know it was coming out already.”
Bright colors filled the screen overhead. Several tiny cartoon creatures were running across what looked like an island, though Sasuke couldn’t begin to guess what was happening. One of them was crying. Another appeared to be yelling. A yellow rabbit stood with its arms crossed, looking strangely pleased with itself.
Sasuke tilted his head. “What am I looking at?”
Hinata turned toward him. “It’s the new Chiikawa movie.”
side note: the chiikawa movie IS IMPORTANT TO THE STORY (it’s not but kind of spoiler i want to write a stereotypical movie date in this story and yeah they’re gonna watch that) so like i said before a lot of the scenes in this story or small things are from somewhat what i experienced when i was there example in chapter 1 my hotel was near a fricking fish market and every morning when i had to go to the station i had to walk thru and it smelled so bad. Secondly the hydrangeas i would see those everywhere and those are my fave flowers, as well as the now the chiikawa movie i was having breakfast at dennys and saw the trailer my bf and i love chiikawa so i had to insert hinata being a fan. i also just want to show hinata just being a normal girl.
There was a chance – probably a big chance – that Lily and James were right, and he should let this go.
But the thing about Remus is that he was simply very stubborn. Indecisive, yes. Incredibly so. He could spend hours pondering over which kind of tea to buy, or which book to read next. And when the decision to be made was a big one? Oh, that terrified him. Paralysed him, more often than not. But once he’d set his mind on something, it was next to impossible to make him look the other way.
And the thing set on his mind now was this:
Sirius was hiding something. It could be a completely innocuous secret, or even a big dangerous secret, but a justified one (as was the case of Remus himself). But it could also be something bad. Like Bad bad, with capital B even, if he was allowing himself to be dramatic. These were dangerous times, and James and Lily could say whatever they liked about him being paranoid, but Remus felt that paranoia was justified. He was a werewolf, and a half-blood. Lily was a muggleborn. There were posters and pamphlets all over Diagon Alley right now demanding the wizarding world be rid of them. So, was he really being paranoid? Or was there a solid argument that he was simply trying to keep them all safe?
He’d gone over it time and time again, and all his alarm bells kept ringing, telling him something was just – off. And he could walk away. Should, probably. That would actually be the safest, most reasonable, most sensible thing to do. If Sirius ever came back, Remus could simply say ‘no, thanks’, and ‘actually, i’m really busy’ and ‘that’s too bad, but I’m sure you can look after your own dog this time.’
But there came the second reason why he was so set on this: Sirius was a mystery. A riddle. An infuriating clue in a cryptic crossword puzzle Remus just couldn’t stop trying to solve. He was enthralled by it, pulled in by the tide, captured like a little fly in a spider’s web. He couldn’t let it go if he wanted to (he didn’t), if he tried (he wouldn’t), if someone paid him to (there wasn’t enough money in the world). A large part of him barely cared whether this was dangerous or whether he could end up hurt. He just wanted to know.
What he was considering doing, of course, was insane. A crime, to start with. Immoral, unethical and possibly the greatest act of hypocrisy a (mostly) secret lycanthrope had ever committed. He’d spent years cursing Severus Snape for trying to do precisely the same thing to him, and he was completely and one hundred percent certain that, if he went through with it, he’d end up regretting this and never forgiving himself for as long as he was alive.
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The dart flew between the bars of the cell and hit the fairy in the shoulder. She tore it out, but it was too late. The villain smiled as she watched her fall to her knees, then sprawl bonelessly on the ground. The fairy fought with all her might to stand, but below the neck, she couldn't move a muscle. She couldn't even feel the floor beneath her, or the bruises on her body. Only her cheek seemed in contact with the rough stone. It was like the rest of her just… wasn't there.
The villain unlocked the door and stepped inside. Her shoes stopped in front of the fairy's face. Instead of her usual sleek, black boots, her feet were clad in something crude and oversized. The old, brown leather was covered in suspicious stains.
“Good morning,” she purred, crouching down. Her face came into view, along with the rest of her clothing. She'd tied back her hair and exchanged her fine clothing for simple brown.
“What did you do to me, witch?” the fairy rasped.
“Oh, this?” The villain picked up the dart, dangling it from her fingers. Her lips curved into a pout. “I hate needless cruelty. That's a little mixture of my own design, to save me from it.”
“If you hate cruelty then let me go!” the fairy snapped, trying to keep the tremor from her voice.
“Needless cruelty,” the villain corrected. “You… You I need. Just think of how much good we're going to do together!”
She grinned, a look of crazed glee in her eye. A loose strand of hair stuck to her forehead.
“Don't worry, the potion will wear off in an hour or so. Though… you may wish it didn't.”
The villain straightened and shook out an apron she'd been holding rolled up under her arm. As she pulled it on, the fairy saw splatters of red and green blood on the fabric.
Her eyes widened as pure horror flooded her, turning her blood to ice.
“No. No, no, you wouldn't!”
“Don't worry. It'll be over very quickly, and after that, you can go free! Though if I were you, I'd stay a bit. You'll need to heal up, after all!”
The villain stepped out of the fairy's line of sight, behind her.
“Wait! Stop! St–”
The fairy's breath caught, heart hammering a frenzied beat in her ears. She heard the villain crouch, humming to herself.
“What are you doing?” she asked, voice rising hysterically.
She couldn't feel anything.
“Smooth,” the villain commented. “I've always wanted to touch these, but your kind guards them so zealously…”
Her wings!
“Stop it!”
The fairy's eyes shot around, frantically searching for any hint, any shadow, any flicker to tell her what was happening.
“Those gravediggers are idiots and charlatans, bringing back pieces of corpses that have less magic than a rock left in them. But these… These are powerful indeed.”
Gravediggers did decimate fairy resting places to get their wings to use in healing potions, but at least they had the decency to wait for their victims to die!
“You can't do this!” the fairy gasped.
“I do believe I can,” the villain giggled madly.
Something scraped across the floor, shifted, thumped…
“What are you doing?!” the fairy demanded shrilly.
The villain only chuckled.
Tears seared the fairy's eyes. Wild terror grew within her, she'd have given anything to feel the pain because at least then she would know! She had no way of telling if the villain was touching, cutting, prodding… WHAT WAS HAPPENING?!
Then came a ripping sound, like of a knife slicing through paper.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!” the fairy screeched, twisting her chin in an attempt to at least see. The rest of her body refused to move, no matter how hard she fought. It just sprawled simply, like a corpse. Except she wasn't a corpse and she NEEDED TO KNOW!
It had to be clothing, it had to be, IT HAD TO BE. The villain was just cutting through her clothes! It had to be that, because otherwise… otherwise…
Something light thumped to the ground. The villain shifted toward the fairy's other side.
“STOP IT! Stop it…” the fairy sobbed. “Please…”
A second slow ripping sound, a second light thud.
Glass clinked and fabric rustled as the villain pulled something from a pocket.
“This will heal you right up. It burns nastily at first, but you're safe from that!”
“Don't touch me!”
The fairy had no way of knowing if the villain had listened. Terror pounded through her veins, turning her breaths quick and shallow. It was too late, too late, too late…
The villain stood, whistling to herself. The whistling swooped toward the ground as she bent over, something rustled, then she straightened again.
“Once the potion wears off, you'll be able to move, but you probably shouldn't. I'd give you more, but it becomes dangerous in larger doses. I wouldn't want you to get hurt!”
I wouldn't want you to get hurt. The fairy almost burst into insane, manic, shrieking laughter.
“I'll take my leave now. I have work to do!”
The villain's shoes appeared again, splattered with fresh green spots. At her side, she held the fairy's severed wings. They looked so small and dull in her grip… So brittle, so fragile… They couldn't really be hers, they couldn't be the wings that had carried her up, up, into the endless sky. They couldn't be the wings that shone so brightly in the mirror. They couldn't be her freedom, her identity, her pride and joy, her life..!
A broken, ragged scream tore from the fairy's throat. She squeezed her eyes shut and wailed; ugly, gasping, heaving sobs ripping free and echoing off the walls of the room.
The villain hummed to herself as she walked away, not slowing once.
