I'm an idiot.

Few choose to be heroes. Who chooses to be a weapon?

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A Better World [Hellboy AU]


Hellboy opened his mouth to protest, a scowl furrowing over his browless eyes. “Too charismatic? How’s that a thing? He’s nice, he’s givin’ me a change ta’ be something.” Red paced the conference room, his frustration evident by the way his tail twitched this way and that, the large boots that covered his cloven feet stomping on the floor with each step.

Natalia rubbed her face, sighing in frustration. She glanced at James, the Soldier, her husband and and father to her son, in every way but biological. “He’s right, Hellboy. We need to be careful. You know what they say about things that seem too good to be true.” Her tone was gentler this time, full of concern as she looked at Hellboy. “I’m not saying we know Pierce is going to use you, use all of us, but this is SHIELD. We need to keep both eyes open, because I do know they have an agenda they’re not telling us. They always do.”

Hellboy flopped himself into a large chair, the springs creaking under his weight. “Jus’ wanna change to do somethin’ good for a change. Get out there and be the good guy.” 

Her heart ached a bit at the demon’s muttered confession. Natalia looked at the Soldier, unsure what to say. She opened her mouth but in that moment the door opened again, and the suave, charismatic handler strolled back in, three ‘contracts’ in his hand.

"Full pardons for all your crimes against the United States and their allies, contingent on your cooperation with and loyalty to this organization." He spoke smoothly, a cool smile on his face. Pierce looked at Hellboy, who looked eager as a teenager about to get his drivers licence.

"SHIELD." Natalia interjected, her hand darting out to stop Hellboy as he reached for his paperwork, a pen already in his hand as though he intended to sign that very instant.

"Yes, of course. Who else could I mean?" Pierce met Natalia’s icy glare with a smile she just knew was fake. She huffed, letting go of Hellboy’s left hand to allow him to take the papers. "Read it. Every last word." Natalia ordered him before pulling her own contact into her hands.

The truth was, there was something about Pierce that was…familiar, in a sense. It unsettled him. The man might think he was doing the right thing, but so did those at the Red Room. “He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t care about you, he cares about what you can do. We’re still weapons…just for the other side, now.” At least the Russians were more forthcoming. Not that he could blame SHIELD for not trusting them completely, but as far as Hellboy was concerned? They had escaped, but their son wasn’t ‘free’.

"You may like the man, but don’t trust him. He needs to earn that. In the meantime, don’t believe a damn thing he says. Don’t let him play mind games and manipulate you, take advantage of your eagerness. You are something. You’re our son. Whatever else, whoever else you are? That’s for neither Pierce or us to be. We may call you Hellboy, but soon you will have decide what kind of man you want to be.” So long as he was a better man than him…which, admittedly, he already was. It didn’t take much. Snorting as Hellboy plopped down in his chair, the Soldier- James, looked to Natalia. “They aren’t the good guys, they’re the lesser evil. The world isn’t black and white. They are using us. We’re assets to them.”

Looking to the door as it opened and Pierce entered, James sat up in his chair, looking over the ‘contracts’. What was truly the point to it? If they broke the contracts, they’d be fugitives anyway. Looking it over, he sharply exhaled. What choice did they have? Rather, what choice would prevent things from getting messy?

"I assume there’s no room for negotiation.This comes from the top, yes?" Carter. Stark. Busy people, but he was mildly surprised they hadn’t  met with them yet. Though of course, would you let a demon and two former soviet assassins who had yet to accept a deal near the people running the foremost intelligence agency?

posted on 8/30/2014, with 4 notes (source: kickasscurls) — reblog

A Better World [Hellboy AU]


Aligning themselves with SHIELD, the very organization that they had all been taught was the supreme enemy, was a risky move at best. Natalia had her reservations, but ‘James’ had made a persuasive argument, and Hellboy he was simply excited to be part of a super-spy agency that he thought wasn’t run by complete asswipes. She was outvoted, and so here they all sat, ready to sign away their ‘loyalty’  for SHIELD’s ‘protection’.

Hellboy had taken an immediately liking to the man who would be assigned to ‘handle’ them. Unlike most, he didn’t look at Red like he was some monster; he spoke to the him with a level of respect HB had never gotten from anyone save his parents. Alexander Pierce had even called Hellboy the ‘most valuable member’ of the family. Not the Winter Soldier, not the Black Widow, but Hellboy. The freak was the person Pierce was most happy about working with. 

It was just the boost in confidence someone like Hellboy wanted so badly, and while Natalia was happy to see someone give her son a chance, she was leery. 

<”You let you happiness cloud your vision.”> She scolded him when Pierce left to get the final paperwork. <”This man is the same as the others, he is simply working for a different ideal.”> She muttered softly, sure that the room was bugged. 

"Ma, c’mon!" Red protested at full volume, the childish smile he’d worn for the last hour faltering. "Ya heard what he said. We paid our dues back in Russia, we did our time in that hellhole the Red Room, and now we’re gettin’ a chance to be the good guys and he thinks that’s important. He thinks I’m  important!” 

Natalia rolled her eyes, her tone still softer than Hellboy’s. “Pierce is saying whatever he believes we want to hear, Hellboy. This is not a friendship we are forming, it is an alliance. Nothing more.” She glanced over to James,  wondering what he was thinking. She’d made it clean she didn’t, and wouldn’t, trust Pierce, but how did James feel about the entire situation? Hopefully he’d understand her apprehension, even if it did burst Hellboy’s bubble.

The Soldier (he still had trouble thinking of himself as James) sat in silence, watching the two argue. It wasn’t unheard of, SHIELD recruiting those who defected from their enemies…but who given who they were, he was mildly surprised that they weren’t thrown imprisoned for their troubles. Not the best life, but better than where they were coming from. At least there, their little ‘family’ would be safe.

The longer they had been away from Red Room, the more time he spent with Natalia, his own independent thoughts…opinions…they were poignant, and took a bit of processing, if not consideration. There was a reason he usually relented to Natalia when it came to decision making, and his trust in her judgement was only part of the reasoning. His emotions were overwhelming, he felt himself thinking with those most of the time rather than his brain. Or even his gut.

In this instance, though? When it came to such matters…of course he’d scrutinize anyone with interest in Hellboy. That was to be expected. There was really no way for him to escape his fate, was there? SHIELD would use him as a weapon for their agenda. The best defense was a strong offense. For the moment, Pierce seemed unaware of the Hand’s power, though. The key. 

The longer they stayed in the agency’s ‘employ’ however, the more questions they would have. Tapping on the table with his metal knuckles, he broke his silence. <”He’s not wrong in seeing your potential. He may be an ally, but he is not a friend. He’s too charismatic. I don’t trust him. I don’t trust any of them, but… for the moment, they’re better than company than those with Department X. Until your well being is jeopardized, we follow their procedure. >

posted on 8/11/2014, with 4 notes (source: kickasscurls) — reblog
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doyoufeelbucky understands who Bucky is as a person better than Ed Brubaker and Sebastian Stan combined! OK, maybe not that much, but the careful thought and effort the mun puts into writing Bucky makes me think Marvel should get him on the payroll ASAP.

Well then. Don&#8217;t log on this account for some months, and then I see this lie in my tag. Huh.
posted on 8/10/2014, with 5 notes (source: marvelxpositivity) — reblog
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posted on 8/3/2014, with 93 notes (source: kickasscurls) — reblog

//Testing, testing…this thing on?

posted on 8/3/2014, with 4 notesreblog

//I know I haven’t been very active on this blog as of late…

But I’d just like to take the time to say…don’t be a fucking dick.

Why bother sending people hate? Why not just unfollow if you don’t like them? Don’t be a douche. It’s more than likely going to be deleted, so why bother? It’s more of a bother than anything else.

If you get pleasure out of tearing other people down…then you’re an asshole. Go fuck yourself.

posted on 5/21/2014, with 0 notesreblog

New Beginning || Hellboy AU


Yeah, you try nappin’ during a bumpy ride in the cargo hold in a wooden box meant for a cow and see how you like it. Really, did they even wash the damn crate before he got in there? It smelled!

Natalia couldn’t see how Hellboy was doing, but she hoped he’d handle the trip fine. The only person she could focus her attention on was James. Every times she said or thought that name she liked it a bit more. She reached down, curling her fingers over his. “It will be alright.” She squeezed James’ hand tightly, smiling as she looked past him out the window. “Once we are out of Russia, we will be able to hide. Or we will make friends and…” She sighed, looking up at him with a tired smile. “It will be alright.” She insisted, almost desperately. 

They’d make it up to Hellboy once they reached America. The smell was worth his safety, no? The discomfort he felt hidden in the crate would be nothing compared to what would happen if Department X intercepted them. James listened to Natalia’s assurances, but he didn’t let them sway him. She still held on to a semblance of hope. Faith. Maybe their late friend hat gotten to her. He on the other couldn’t afford to relax right now. They couldn’t afford to relax once they got of the country. They had relaxed upon arriving at the church, and how did that turn out? ‘Make friends’…they couldn’t afford to trust anyone, not now. Without a reply, James stroked her knuckles with his thumb. They had no way of knowing if it would be alright, all they could do was try their best. Who knew if that would be good enough?

posted on 5/16/2014, with 5 notes (source: kickasscurls) — reblog