pinch-hit: revenge

[tigriswolf]

So, it's after 10pm and I'll throw another pinch-hit up here. This theme is revenge, vengeance, justice - whatever you want to call it. Have fun!

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[tigriswolf]

Suits, author’s choice, Louis leaves Pearson Hardman and takes all of his clients with him (after the vote to oust Hardman, because the way Jessica treats him continues to be horrendously unfair – and I am totally on his side, regarding that)

[tigriswolf]

James Bond (Skyfall), James/Q, James dies in an avoidable work-related incident. Q goes nuclear.

Fill: Opening Gambit - G

[alba17.livejournal.com]

Well, not sure if this counts as 'nuclear' but I took a stab at it.

Q shut the door with a quiet click. The room was shrouded in darkness. The only sound was the tense breath of M behind her desk and Q's shirt rustling against the doorway.

"What do you think you're doing?" M's voice was steel sharpened to a deathly edge. Q couldn't see her expression but her tone told all.

"That's not the question. What did you think you were doing, giving the go-ahead on that mission?"

"I demand that you restore power to the building. You can't hold us hostage this way. This is the end of your career if you continue in this manner."

"I don't care. Not when you hold the lives of your agents in such low regard." His hand still clutched at the door knob. He didn't trust himself to move, afraid that he'd find his hands around M's neck, squeezing. He was barely under control. When he'd heard the shot and Bond's anguished cry over the comm, he didn't think, he just reacted. He knew what had happened, what M had done.

It wasn't acceptable. She would pay. Whatever the cost to himself, and he wasn't thinking about what that would be right now, it was worth it. Because a life without Bond wasn't imaginable.

Abruptly he found himself at M's desk, within inches of her smaller form. Her nostrils flared and her pale eyes sparked with anger. He respected M, looked up to her accomplishments, but she couldn't be allowed to step over the line like this, flinging away people like they were mere cogs, replaceable at will. Bond wasn't replaceable, not by a long shot. His chest shook with a welter of emotions and he stuffed them down to be dealt with later.

"It's none of your concern, Q. Get back to your desk." She stood her ground as he loomed over her. Oh, she was a force to be reckoned with, but he knew her well. Knew her ways.

"I won't." He held up a tiny memory stick. "You know what's on here?"

She glared at him.

"Everything, that's what. Everything you don't want the world to know, all those little secrets you keep, the ones you think no one else knows." He shoved it back in his shirt pocket. "Well, I know them. And before you think about doing to another agent what you just did to Bond, think about what's on that stick. And whether your reputation and that of MI6 can survive its exposure."

"You wouldn't dare." She practically spat it in his face.

"Oh, but I would. Bond is gone. Nothing's keeping me here." He realised with a pang that it was true and the horror of Bond's death began to close on his heart like icy fingers. But he couldn't think about that now.

M made a sudden move toward the door and Q caught her wrist and squeezed hard. It felt thin and delicate. "You're not going out there without me. I bring the power back when you promise to never do that again. And if you want to keep my loyalty, you've got to earn it."

She pulled her wrist to get away but he held fast. "Who do you think you are, Q? You can't do this."

"I can and I will." He let go her wrist and touched his pocket. "Just remember what's here. And don't go thinking all you need to do is get this memory stick back from me. The information is secreted away in plenty of other places, places you'll never find. You know you won't."

"You're despicable."

"I'm not the despicable one here." He could see in her eyes that she was cowed, at least for the moment. He knew he had her. She had no choice but to comply, not if she wanted to keep her position. What he knew was too dangerous.

"I'm going out there now and you're coming with me." Her arms were crossed over her chest. The sounds of chaotic hubbub from outside the door were getting louder.

"Only if you do what I say."

Her eyes glinted resentfully in the dark room. "Yes. All right."

"Good. You go out first. I'll be right behind."

She gave him a withering glance, then spun on her heel and flung the door open.

Following closely in her wake, he knew it was just the opening gambit in what was likely to be a long-playing game.

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

any, any, "You're going pay for this!"

Once Upon a Time, Cora, AU during season 1

[tigriswolf]

(In this 'verse, where Jefferson kills Regina before the curse is broken.)

...

She feels the moment Regina's heart ceases to beat. The curse does not fail in the magicless world Regina dragged all those sorry sods to, no, but in their home world, yes. The magic splinters, shatters, and Cora breathes for the first time in years knowing her daughter breathes no more.

Someone has dared kill her daughter and Cora's rage explodes out, burning the very air around her, spiraling into the sky and setting it on fire.

Cora has gathered so much power and it is useless, now, because she is trapped and cannot go to her daughter, cannot cradle her, cannot comfort her. No. Regina is beyond her now.

But. But.

Yes.

"I will find me way to your world without magic, my darling," Cora promises her daughter, "and I shall make whoever dared harm you pay."

Yes. So sworn, she grounds the magic and turns to the pirate. “We must plan,” she says. “Come.” All of her previous ideas are useless now, but she warms herself with the thought of the agonies she’ll inflict on the one who stole her daughter’s life.

The pathetic fools are panicking, running around in fear and shock, and Cora pulls the life from any who dare approach her and the pirate. Power is what she needs, enough to tear open a portal. Perhaps – she glances towards where the beanstalk still stands.

“Make your ship ready,” she commands the pirate. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Of course,” the man purrs, bowing with a flourish, “Your Majesty.”

[tigriswolf]

Merlin (BBC), Merlin, I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead

[tigriswolf]

Avengers movieverse, Tony Stark,



So sit beside the fire’s gleam
And count the wrongs that I have borne
I wait for Ragnarök and dream
Hark! Is that the battle’s horn?

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Avengers, Loki, "Consider this payback dear brother,"

[tigriswolf]

Glee, author’s choice/Kurt, Papa would’a shot him if he knew what he’d done

[elfgirljen.livejournal.com]

Highlander, Methos, they called him the Sword of Justice

Fic: Surprise Crossover!

[purplemoon3.livejournal.com]

Methos doesn't mean to be a hero. He never sets out to attract attention, and in that respect he has succeeded for no one knows who the The Sword is. A few, those who observe and record, but never interfere, know the truth. Those who carry their own blades suspect, but will not speak.

Methos does not mean to be a hero. He does not wear spandex, or armor -Excepting the armor that is Adam, that is Benjamin, that is every other skin he slips on with the turning of time.- or flashy colors to attract the eye and appeal to the masses. There are no capes or cloaks. No stories of woe that made him who he is.

Methos is a survivor, a killer, and for that they raise him up and call him Justice. He thinks of what the mortals would say if they knew it was all part of the longest running game in the history of the world.

Slan had been a maniac, a mad dog who tortured for fun, and the only reason he even sensed Methos had been because the plane had been delayed. Methos let his body travel to Hong-Kong; his head to Paris.

Kalas came looking for Methos specifically, but he should have known better. Five Thousand years is only a title, an idea, a thousand years ago that is the number they assigned to him and a thousand years before. Methos prefers to avoid direct challenges, but when they come looking for him?

Methos burns the Adam identity, releases a virus into the Watcher Database to destroy all images of himself, and leaves Macleod to watch an apartment crawling with cops carting off a decapitated body.

He doesn't know how Horvan lasted as long as he did in the game, but when he ignores Methos' entreaties to leave it is the head hunter who loses.

There are more. So many more. Rarely does Methos have time to hide the bodies and Head Hunters don't care. It is more of an accident than anything else that all the quickening Methos takes are from unsavory types who so rarely bother covering their tracks. And of course, some enterprising individuals connect Methos' killings with those of other Immortals'. When the Kurgan's death from the 80's is dragged out Methos spends a few nights expecting an angry call from Connor.

But Connor is like Methos, and is perfectly willing for someone else to take the spotlight.

There are Organizations that make it their business to know other people's, that Methos knows want to find and recruit him or find and lock him up, but he and other Immortals make it their business to go through life unseen. Those that attract attention die by the sword.

SHIELD can have its Heroes, and its Agents, but those things are mortal and when Thor grows weary of his games and returns to Asgard, when the Heroes succumb to the passing of Time, Methos will have his Horsemen. Greece fell. Rome burned. England's sovereignty once was shall not be again such that the sun never set on it's Empire.

Methos is not a hero. He is a myth and legend. He is the monster.

He is Death.

[evil-little-dog.livejournal.com]

Fullmetal Alchemist, Ed+Scar, Scar was going to pay for killing Winry's parents.

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Revenge is a dish best served cold... and non-fattening!"

[nevcolleil.livejournal.com]

Glee, Kurt/Blaine, they meet in a fight club and grow close after agreeing to kill one another's bullies

[tigriswolf]

... dude. DUDE.

[foxstarreh.livejournal.com]

BtVS, Halfrek + Spike (+Anya?), vengeance against the vengeance demon

[blondebabe800.livejournal.com]

any, any, "Watch any Western and you'll know a man out for revenge should dig two graves. One for his enemy, and one for himself."--Dexter

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Archer, Archer+Anka, Years later, Archer gets Anka back for telling everyone he molested her.

[with-rainfall.livejournal.com]

Any, any, keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

1/2: Highlander/Avengers

[tigriswolf]

(follows this; Methos tamed the ex-Winter Soldier with kindess, and now he's got Steve on his side, as well. Natasha/Clint)

...

Natasha’s phone starts playing ‘The Star Spangled Banner’ as she steps out of the elevator to meet Pepper for breakfast. “Jarvis, track the location now,” she orders, “and let everyone know someone is using Steve’s phone to call me.” She then hits [accept] and answers. “Hello?” she asks neutrally.

“Hey, Natasha,” Steve says. He sounds a little sheepish, but not like he’s in any sort of distress and trying to hide it. “How’re things going?”

Steve has been missing for 98 days. None of Natasha’s contacts could find him. Stark and Jarvis couldn’t find him. They found where Matthew Ash had been under previous identities but not where he currently is. There hasn’t been a single trace of Barnes since a month after Project Insight went down.

“Steve,” she says gently. “Where are you?” She steps back onto the elevator and it immediately goes to Stark’s floor, where all of their intel has been deposited.

“I’m sorry I left without telling anyone,” Steve says sincerely.

“You got a message from Ash that night, didn’t you?” Of course he did. “Did he threaten Barnes?” It wouldn’t fit with what he’d said about his ‘brother’ but that doesn’t matter at the moment.

“No, he didn’t,” Steve says. “And he didn’t threaten anyone else, either. And it was Benjamin who texted me.”

She blinks in disbelief as the doors open. Steve called Barnes ‘Benjamin’ and didn’t trip over it. During his entire search, he never once called Barnes anything but ‘Bucky,’ and he beat the shit out of multiple operatives who called him ‘asset’ or ‘Winter Soldier.’ He also raged at Sam, Stark, and Natasha, when they used ‘Winter Soldier,’ so everyone who wasn’t Steve eventually settled on ‘Barnes.’

“Steve,” she says as the wall flashes, [two more minutes] and everyone gathers around. “Are you going to come home?”

Steve sighs. “Put me on speaker, Natasha.” The seconds count down on the wall as Natasha does, and then Steve says, “Hydra’s been burnt to ash and ground into the dirt. I wouldn’t be part of something like that, and I’d have gotten Bucky out for the third time. So you can trust me when I say what Matthew’s going to do, it’s not like Hydra.”

“Trust you, Rogers?” Stark scoffs. “You’re compromised six ways to Sunday.”

“Cap,” Clint says, “ask Ash if he remembers a kid he once helped at Carson’s circus.”

“One second,” Steve tells them, and there’s muffled talking that Jarvis will clean up for them later, and the timer is counting down down down, and then Steve says, “Matthew is still impressed with your skill on horseback.”

Clint laughs, bringing a hand up to rub his forehead. “Fuck.”

“Anyway,” Steve says, “I just… wanted to let you all know that I’m safe. I’m well.” He pauses. “I’m happy.”

“You waited three months to let us know?” Sam asks. “Thanks.” He’d taken Steve leaving the hardest, spent days combing through everything they had on the Ash brothers, trying to work it all out.

“I’m sorry,” Steve says again. “But we don’t have to be at odds.”

Stark laughs. “Cap, I don’t know where you’ve been, but people wanting to rule the world? We’re always gonna be against that.”

[45 44 43] goes the countdown, and Steve sighs loudly. “We don’t want to rule the world.” We. He’s gone beyond compromised and Natasha actually feels disappointed, saddened. She truly did like Steve Rogers. He was a good man.

Every man has a breaking point.

“Steve,” Banner says. “Please. Tell us what the plan is, then, if it’s not to rule the world?”

[28 27 26] “I’ve got to go,” Steve says. “I’ll call back later.”

“Fuck!” Stark shouts as the call ends.

“I ascertained that Captain Rogers is currently in France,” Jarvis announces.

“He’ll be gone by the time we get there,” Clint mutters, leaning against the wall.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Once Upon A Time, Rumplestilskin+Hook, He finally kills him (who kills who is up to the author)

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Mythbusters RPF, Any, payback's a bitch

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Sherlock BBC, Moriarty/John, optional Sherlock/John, To get back at Sherlock, or to make a move in their game, Moriarty kidnaps John and rapes him.

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Cabin Pressure, Douglas+Carolyn, Carolyn is gleeful after her victory over Douglas (and his 'identical twin brother Dougie') in 'Rotterdam'. But Douglas bids his time for his revenge.

[3am-moonlight.livejournal.com]

Any, any, Hatred is the coward's revenge for being intimidated.

[alba17.livejournal.com]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve pays back the team for that salty birthday cake

[mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com]

The Almighty Johnsons/(Norse mythology), Colin Gunderson(Loki), It doesn't matter which incarnation he's in, Loki's never forgiven the other gods; he'll always make them pay

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Avengers, Clint, imagining the kinds of revenge he'd like to get on Loki

[classics-lover.livejournal.com]

Any, any, "Living well is not the best revenge unless you can really rub their nose in it."

[creepy_shetan]

Inception(/The Dark Knight Rises?), Robert (as the Honorable Judge Crane?) + or / any male, "I'll be judge, I'll be jury," Said cunning old Fury: "I'll try the whole cause, and condemn you to death." (Lewis Carroll)


(Go ahead, you can use it for a Nick Fury / MCU prompt. >=P)