I practically feed on thinking up dark AUs of Supernatural, but I literally don't know what would've happened for this one. I mean, everyone wanted to raise Lucifer, it's just that then Uri and Cas would've been on his side... I feel like it'd be a pretty similar AU to if Cas just hadn't sided with humanity in the s4 finale. Either way, I don't think the story would've been any different, not until the very end where Dean never got to Sam in even the not-in-time that he got to Sam with Cas's help, and Lucifer would've beaten seven ways of crap out of Sam until he said Yes, then Dean would've probably had to agree to Michael, and then it's Showdown at the Lawrence Cemetery.
They wake, a handful at a time, just as (contingency) planned. Without the portal they cannot call for reinforcements, and without their General they lack the ability to make another. But they have their orders, they know the plans -plans within plans, and though the Other had mocked the Prince the Soldiers who would be fighting did not- and they get to work.
They wake in cold rooms behind locked doors, many naked, some lost to (vivisection) dissection, but with their connection to the Hive is intact. They coordinate. They filter out into the populace, forms melting away from the Midgardian Stereotype of strange, other, alien and into something more... dull. Forgettable.
They take trusted names and faces. They adopt lives and children. They wait. They whisper in ears. Lobby in houses. They watch as human turns on mutant turns on alien turns on nation and the world of mortals implodes.
When their General-Prince returns, they are happy to report minimal casualties (for their Chitauri) and a world in devastation begging for a leader. Loki gives them a god.
And what will you write of us, brother? Kronos asked once, on a bloody plain, body still healing, while Caspian ate the dead and Silas soothed the surviving horses.
Methos had smiled and stretched up to the sky.
.
Methos is not evil. Honestly, no matter what Cassandra cries about, throwing herself fully into her hatred, into her grief and her rage - she lives still.
No, he is not evil.
He is Death. Maybe that's an allegory or a metaphor or just a name he pulled on once, swinging a sword and becoming terror that stalked every land...
Or, mayhap, once, long ago when gods roamed and magic shuddered in everything, immortals were something more.
.
Methos writes. Journals, diaries, chronicles, histories, text books, manuals, letters, codes... in every language he knows, he has written. In every land he has traveled to, he has written. In every era, every age, every form of writing.
Methos is history’s oldest survivor. Methos is history’s oldest storyteller.
… Methos is history’s oldest liar. (And that’s the truth.)
.
There was a man, long ago, who saw a rider on a pale horse. He followed a white, red, and black horse. The man fell down in terror as they passed him by.
He wrote of what he saw that day, when he lived and so many others died.
He wrote and it became legend.
.
The longest time ago, Methos opened his eyes. The world had ended and begun anew, the terrible lizards giving away to tiny furred things, and Methos, as always, evolved.
Methos is always evolving.
Death cannot die and that’s the greatest trick of all.
.
And what will you write of us, brother? Kronos asked after another battle, this time amongst a field of corpses and slaves.
Methos gazed out over their newly-conquered territory, mountains on one side and forest on the other, at the cowering peasants and the chieftain in Caspian’s grasp, and he said, Only the most interesting things.
Kronos had laughed and gone to pick his favorites of the women.
Methos watched a man in the distance, crawling away.
.
Methos writes because he can. He wants to. He’s some of the most well-known author’s in existence and the ones no one can remember.
History is just words and how they are interpreted. History is written by the victors because nobody cares what the losers have to say. No one remembers the names of the also-rans.
.
There is much Methos does not remember but there is more he does.
I kinda wish I had a compilation ani-GIF icon of Testament, Loki, Sir Guy, Sephiroth, etc... which would fit your description but edit it to include "brooding and/or insane," lol.
Post-Cap2. Warnings for references to torture/death/brainwashing.
...
Bucky Barnes died in the mountains. Died saving Captain America's life. Died a hero.
He should've stayed dead.
.
The asset is a magnificent weapon. Terrifying.
Great care is taken to ensure that it stays a weapon with no mind of its own.
.
Bucky Barnes died in the mountains.
No. That is inaccurate.
Bucky Barnes died in care of Hydra in 1957. It was not an easy death. It was slow, inch by agonizing inch. He fought till the very end.
For a long time, Hydra remembers.
Hydra should not have forgotten.
.
The Winter Soldier is not in the files released on the internet. No clear image was recovered of the madman who attacked Captain America in DC. Captain America gives one interview when he’s finally out of the hospital, before vanishing from the public eye for three years and nine months.
Captain America promises that the man who attacked him is dead. (Very few notice (and no one listens to them) that he didn’t name anyone in particular. Many men attacked him over the course of those two days.)
.
Bucky Barnes died.
.
“You should let me go,” the ex-asset tells the ex-target. “’m’broken. Put me down.”
“Not ever,” the ex-target tells the ex-asset. “I don’t care what they made you do. I don’t care where we go. Just please let me go with you.”
They stare at each other in silence for eight minutes and 39 seconds; the ex-asset counts. Finally, he sighs and sags back against the wall. “Don’t wanna be caged,” he confesses.
Steve promises, “You won’t be.”
.
Bucky Barnes died.
He begins to resurrect when Steve Rogers, in the midst of battling for his life, pauses to ask, “Bucky?” in shock and awe and just the smallest bit of joy.
.
They never called their weapon Winter Soldier to its face. Occasionally, they gave it a male pronoun, depending on the particular handler or scientist’s sensibility.
The asset noticed but was not programmed to care.
Bucky cares a great deal. To Hydra’s detriment, Steve Rogers cares more.
.
Bucky Barnes died a hero.
The Winter Soldier goes down in history as a nameless madman who worked for Hydra and did his best to kill Captain America so that Hydra’s masterplan could be initiated.
(Steve Rogers destroys a gym when he learns that.)
.
When needed for the supervillains and would-be world-enders, Captain America (the original flavor) comes out of retirement. Sam Wilson had taken over the designation, with an upgrade of wings. No one knows where Captain America retired to.
(In fact, Steven Grant and his husband James live in Eguisheim, American boys fleeing from their disapproving families. James speaks French with a perfect accent, but Steven’s American accent is still quite obvious, no matter how much he tries to hide it.
James has a very high-tech prosthetic left arm, and he never talks about how he lost his real arm. Steven, though, says that James is a hero.)
Sometimes, if the threat is high enough, someone else arrives to the battle with (original flavor) Captain America. He wears a mask that covers his entire face (not a muzzle) and gloves, in full body armor. He’s as fast as (original flavor) Cap, and seemingly as strong. Nobody knows his name or his story, but he’s got a massive following.
After every battle, though, (original flavor) Cap and the masked stranger disappear.
(A lot of people think they go home together, to wherever that is. A lot of other people think that’s ridiculous.)
.
In Eguisheim, James drapes himself across Steven’s back as Steven’ sketches, his head resting on Steven’s shoulder.
“Are you happy, Stevie?” he asks softly.
“I am,” Steven says, turning his head to press a kiss to the top of James’ head. “What about you, Buck?”
James sighs. “I’d forgotten how it felt,” he says. “But, yeah. I am.”
"I've already told you, I don't know what happened. I opened the door and found them that way." Blood. Everywhere. There had been so much blood.
"You want to tell me how, precisely, you came to be opening the door at that particular moment, Mr. Quinn?"
"We were getting together to watch football. Eliot was making dinner. He'd asked me to go pick up a few things. Oh god... I dropped the bags. I must have broken the eggs..." For a moment, the shock threatened to wear off. He barely managed to hold his composure. He took a deep breath. "Nate's car was outside. Jim wasn't there yet. I unlocked the door. " He choked back tears, but he wasn't sure how much longer that was going to work. "I should have gotten there sooner. Maybe I could have done something. Maybe I could have saved them."
"And maybe I'd be trying to find out what happened to three victims instead of two," the detective said, his tone gentler this time. "Your fingerprints, though, are all over the house. That alone makes you a prime suspect, Mr. Quinn."
"My fingerprints are all over the house because I live there. I have a key because I live there."
"Your address of record is an apartment in Boston."
"And when we're in Boston, Eliot lives with me. We're flexible that way." He wiped at his eyes. The tears were winning the fight. "The last thing I said to him before I left was 'I'll be back in half an hour. I love you.' I think I called 911. I don't remember. The window was open and it was freezing. Jim may have. He got there not long after I did. He and Nate got close again after Nate retired from...well... what Nate did. I think they'd missed each other. Eliot even made friends with him. Jim's not a bad guy once you get to know him."
"What he's trying to tell you is that I'm an acquired taste."
Quinn glanced up at the sound of the voice. Sterling didn't look much better than he felt.
"They were shot," Sterling added quietly. "Both of them. Multiple times."
"We don't have guns. Eliot hates guns. I don't own a gun because Eliot hates guns..."
"There were taser burns as well. Eliot was stabbed. This was personal, Quinn."
"We retired. All of us. He was supposed to be safe."
"Why did Eliot retire?" Sterling asked. "I thought he and Parker and Hardison were carrying on after Nate and Sophie retired."
"Neither aspect of that worked out really well. You know part of it. Hardison started taking on... questionable... jobs after a while. Eliot wasn't okay with that, so he left. That was around the time Nate and Sophie broke things off, and you know how ugly that got. He said he wasn't going back to the way things used to be. He said Hardison finally got back in touch with him a few weeks ago. He wanted his help for one last job. Everything else was water under the bridge and all that crap. Eliot told him no, that he was staying retired. We were in the process of opening a restaurant. Eliot left the brew pub when he quit working with Parker and Hardison. He said it needed to be a clean break or he'd end up getting dragged back into the job. " He sighed and rested his head on his hands for a moment. "It's hard to believe it's only been a couple years since the five of them were a team. Since they were a family."
"What the hell?" The detective stared at his computer screen in disbelief. He had lost all control of it.
"What is it?" Sterling went around the table to look. In place of whatever file Detective Anderson had been looking at was a message.
It's cute how you think Quinn killed his boyfriend and their best friend. I think we all know that's not what happened. Sometimes you have to tie up loose ends. Let Quinn go home, but tell him he should probably keep his windows locked. Not that windows are much of an obstacle for us. We'll be seeing him soon enough. You too, Sterling. I was supposed to put some kind of Shakespearean crap in here, because you know how S...whatever her name is...gets, but that's such a cliche. What I will say is this: You've seen what we do to family. You're not family. You've been warned."
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Date: 2013-01-24 08:20 pm (UTC)Avengers movieverse, Loki + Avengers, a villain is just a victim whose story hasn’t been told
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Date: 2013-01-24 08:53 pm (UTC)not a fill, sorry
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Date: 2013-01-24 09:09 pm (UTC)Fic: Sleeper Agents - Avengers.
Date: 2013-01-25 07:34 pm (UTC)They wake in cold rooms behind locked doors, many naked, some lost to (vivisection) dissection, but with their connection to the Hive is intact. They coordinate. They filter out into the populace, forms melting away from the Midgardian Stereotype of strange, other, alien and into something more... dull. Forgettable.
They take trusted names and faces. They adopt lives and children. They wait. They whisper in ears. Lobby in houses. They watch as human turns on mutant turns on alien turns on nation and the world of mortals implodes.
When their General-Prince returns, they are happy to report minimal casualties (for their Chitauri) and a world in devastation begging for a leader. Loki gives them a god.
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Date: 2013-01-24 09:15 pm (UTC)Highlander, Methos, truly horrific things implied
Date: 2013-01-24 11:01 pm (UTC)And what will you write of us, brother? Kronos asked once, on a bloody plain, body still healing, while Caspian ate the dead and Silas soothed the surviving horses.
Methos had smiled and stretched up to the sky.
.
Methos is not evil. Honestly, no matter what Cassandra cries about, throwing herself fully into her hatred, into her grief and her rage - she lives still.
No, he is not evil.
He is Death. Maybe that's an allegory or a metaphor or just a name he pulled on once, swinging a sword and becoming terror that stalked every land...
Or, mayhap, once, long ago when gods roamed and magic shuddered in everything, immortals were something more.
.
Methos writes. Journals, diaries, chronicles, histories, text books, manuals, letters, codes... in every language he knows, he has written. In every land he has traveled to, he has written. In every era, every age, every form of writing.
Methos is history’s oldest survivor. Methos is history’s oldest storyteller.
… Methos is history’s oldest liar. (And that’s the truth.)
.
There was a man, long ago, who saw a rider on a pale horse. He followed a white, red, and black horse. The man fell down in terror as they passed him by.
He wrote of what he saw that day, when he lived and so many others died.
He wrote and it became legend.
.
The longest time ago, Methos opened his eyes. The world had ended and begun anew, the terrible lizards giving away to tiny furred things, and Methos, as always, evolved.
Methos is always evolving.
Death cannot die and that’s the greatest trick of all.
.
And what will you write of us, brother? Kronos asked after another battle, this time amongst a field of corpses and slaves.
Methos gazed out over their newly-conquered territory, mountains on one side and forest on the other, at the cowering peasants and the chieftain in Caspian’s grasp, and he said, Only the most interesting things.
Kronos had laughed and gone to pick his favorites of the women.
Methos watched a man in the distance, crawling away.
.
Methos writes because he can. He wants to. He’s some of the most well-known author’s in existence and the ones no one can remember.
History is just words and how they are interpreted. History is written by the victors because nobody cares what the losers have to say. No one remembers the names of the also-rans.
.
There is much Methos does not remember but there is more he does.
He writes none of it.
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Date: 2013-01-24 09:17 pm (UTC)No fill, but...
Date: 2013-01-25 04:17 am (UTC)I kinda wish I had a compilation ani-GIF icon of Testament, Loki, Sir Guy, Sephiroth, etc... which would fit your description but edit it to include "brooding and/or insane," lol.
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Date: 2013-01-24 09:57 pm (UTC)Marvel movies, Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes
Date: 2014-12-10 03:34 am (UTC)...
Bucky Barnes died in the mountains. Died saving Captain America's life. Died a hero.
He should've stayed dead.
.
The asset is a magnificent weapon. Terrifying.
Great care is taken to ensure that it stays a weapon with no mind of its own.
.
Bucky Barnes died in the mountains.
No. That is inaccurate.
Bucky Barnes died in care of Hydra in 1957. It was not an easy death. It was slow, inch by agonizing inch. He fought till the very end.
For a long time, Hydra remembers.
Hydra should not have forgotten.
.
The Winter Soldier is not in the files released on the internet. No clear image was recovered of the madman who attacked Captain America in DC. Captain America gives one interview when he’s finally out of the hospital, before vanishing from the public eye for three years and nine months.
Captain America promises that the man who attacked him is dead. (Very few notice (and no one listens to them) that he didn’t name anyone in particular. Many men attacked him over the course of those two days.)
.
Bucky Barnes died.
.
“You should let me go,” the ex-asset tells the ex-target. “’m’broken. Put me down.”
“Not ever,” the ex-target tells the ex-asset. “I don’t care what they made you do. I don’t care where we go. Just please let me go with you.”
They stare at each other in silence for eight minutes and 39 seconds; the ex-asset counts. Finally, he sighs and sags back against the wall. “Don’t wanna be caged,” he confesses.
Steve promises, “You won’t be.”
.
Bucky Barnes died.
He begins to resurrect when Steve Rogers, in the midst of battling for his life, pauses to ask, “Bucky?” in shock and awe and just the smallest bit of joy.
.
They never called their weapon Winter Soldier to its face. Occasionally, they gave it a male pronoun, depending on the particular handler or scientist’s sensibility.
The asset noticed but was not programmed to care.
Bucky cares a great deal. To Hydra’s detriment, Steve Rogers cares more.
.
Bucky Barnes died a hero.
The Winter Soldier goes down in history as a nameless madman who worked for Hydra and did his best to kill Captain America so that Hydra’s masterplan could be initiated.
(Steve Rogers destroys a gym when he learns that.)
.
When needed for the supervillains and would-be world-enders, Captain America (the original flavor) comes out of retirement. Sam Wilson had taken over the designation, with an upgrade of wings. No one knows where Captain America retired to.
(In fact, Steven Grant and his husband James live in Eguisheim, American boys fleeing from their disapproving families. James speaks French with a perfect accent, but Steven’s American accent is still quite obvious, no matter how much he tries to hide it.
James has a very high-tech prosthetic left arm, and he never talks about how he lost his real arm. Steven, though, says that James is a hero.)
Sometimes, if the threat is high enough, someone else arrives to the battle with (original flavor) Captain America. He wears a mask that covers his entire face (not a muzzle) and gloves, in full body armor. He’s as fast as (original flavor) Cap, and seemingly as strong. Nobody knows his name or his story, but he’s got a massive following.
After every battle, though, (original flavor) Cap and the masked stranger disappear.
(A lot of people think they go home together, to wherever that is. A lot of other people think that’s ridiculous.)
.
In Eguisheim, James drapes himself across Steven’s back as Steven’ sketches, his head resting on Steven’s shoulder.
“Are you happy, Stevie?” he asks softly.
“I am,” Steven says, turning his head to press a kiss to the top of James’ head. “What about you, Buck?”
James sighs. “I’d forgotten how it felt,” he says. “But, yeah. I am.”
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Date: 2013-07-28 07:36 pm (UTC)"You want to tell me how, precisely, you came to be opening the door at that particular moment, Mr. Quinn?"
"We were getting together to watch football. Eliot was making dinner. He'd asked me to go pick up a few things. Oh god... I dropped the bags. I must have broken the eggs..." For a moment, the shock threatened to wear off. He barely managed to hold his composure. He took a deep breath. "Nate's car was outside. Jim wasn't there yet. I unlocked the door. " He choked back tears, but he wasn't sure how much longer that was going to work. "I should have gotten there sooner. Maybe I could have done something. Maybe I could have saved them."
"And maybe I'd be trying to find out what happened to three victims instead of two," the detective said, his tone gentler this time. "Your fingerprints, though, are all over the house. That alone makes you a prime suspect, Mr. Quinn."
"My fingerprints are all over the house because I live there. I have a key because I live there."
"Your address of record is an apartment in Boston."
"And when we're in Boston, Eliot lives with me. We're flexible that way." He wiped at his eyes. The tears were winning the fight. "The last thing I said to him before I left was 'I'll be back in half an hour. I love you.' I think I called 911. I don't remember. The window was open and it was freezing. Jim may have. He got there not long after I did. He and Nate got close again after Nate retired from...well... what Nate did. I think they'd missed each other. Eliot even made friends with him. Jim's not a bad guy once you get to know him."
"What he's trying to tell you is that I'm an acquired taste."
Quinn glanced up at the sound of the voice. Sterling didn't look much better than he felt.
"They were shot," Sterling added quietly. "Both of them. Multiple times."
"We don't have guns. Eliot hates guns. I don't own a gun because Eliot hates guns..."
"There were taser burns as well. Eliot was stabbed. This was personal, Quinn."
"We retired. All of us. He was supposed to be safe."
"Why did Eliot retire?" Sterling asked. "I thought he and Parker and Hardison were carrying on after Nate and Sophie retired."
"Neither aspect of that worked out really well. You know part of it. Hardison started taking on... questionable... jobs after a while. Eliot wasn't okay with that, so he left. That was around the time Nate and Sophie broke things off, and you know how ugly that got. He said he wasn't going back to the way things used to be. He said Hardison finally got back in touch with him a few weeks ago. He wanted his help for one last job. Everything else was water under the bridge and all that crap. Eliot told him no, that he was staying retired. We were in the process of opening a restaurant. Eliot left the brew pub when he quit working with Parker and Hardison. He said it needed to be a clean break or he'd end up getting dragged back into the job. " He sighed and rested his head on his hands for a moment. "It's hard to believe it's only been a couple years since the five of them were a team. Since they were a family."
"What the hell?" The detective stared at his computer screen in disbelief. He had lost all control of it.
"What is it?" Sterling went around the table to look. In place of whatever file Detective Anderson had been looking at was a message.
It's cute how you think Quinn killed his boyfriend and their best friend. I think we all know that's not what happened. Sometimes you have to tie up loose ends. Let Quinn go home, but tell him he should probably keep his windows locked. Not that windows are much of an obstacle for us. We'll be seeing him soon enough. You too, Sterling. I was supposed to put some kind of Shakespearean crap in here, because you know how S...whatever her name is...gets, but that's such a cliche. What I will say is this: You've seen what we do to family. You're not family. You've been warned."
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