Collaborative Round?
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team_steve_natasha Hi everyone,
So, the due date to the CR is getting closer, we have until November 23 to finish it. Since it's a collaborative Round I guess everyone should do something for it (everyone who's still active on this community, of course). Remembering that our prompt for this round is "bacchanalia", I remember I really liked Angela's idea with Steve and Nat going undercover on a Bacchanal were Hydra is testing drugs on normal people, so I think we should stick with that. Also I think we should have a love scene between them at some point, maybe it could happen on the first night that they go to the bacchanal, since they don't know much about it they could get a little affected by the drugs and everything to the point that they couldn't help it since they were staying in the same hotel room. But of course, they have to focus on the misson, so they don't talk much about it until everything is fine and the mission is completed. I dont know it's just an idea, tell me if you guys have anything else in mind.
We must decide the storyline soon so we can start working on it. Since I'm not good at writing anything I can do gif's for it,I already downloaded a few movies that I think we could use. So I want to know if you twoangel1972 and vejibra (i'm assuming that you are the only ones reading this so if theres anyone else please speak up) wanna collaborate on the writing or if theres anything else one of you would like to do.
So, the due date to the CR is getting closer, we have until November 23 to finish it. Since it's a collaborative Round I guess everyone should do something for it (everyone who's still active on this community, of course). Remembering that our prompt for this round is "bacchanalia", I remember I really liked Angela's idea with Steve and Nat going undercover on a Bacchanal were Hydra is testing drugs on normal people, so I think we should stick with that. Also I think we should have a love scene between them at some point, maybe it could happen on the first night that they go to the bacchanal, since they don't know much about it they could get a little affected by the drugs and everything to the point that they couldn't help it since they were staying in the same hotel room. But of course, they have to focus on the misson, so they don't talk much about it until everything is fine and the mission is completed. I dont know it's just an idea, tell me if you guys have anything else in mind.
We must decide the storyline soon so we can start working on it. Since I'm not good at writing anything I can do gif's for it,I already downloaded a few movies that I think we could use. So I want to know if you two
angel1972 and vejibra (i'm assuming that you are the only ones reading this so if theres anyone else please speak up) wanna collaborate on the writing or if theres anything else one of you would like to do.
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Date: 2014-11-07 10:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2014-11-08 04:51 pm (UTC)Should I start writing since we only have about 2 weeks to deadline? Or should I wait? I at least want to try to get a page or two written by the end of the weekend.
Does anyone know the minimum/maximum word count?
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Date: 2014-11-08 09:02 pm (UTC)"There are no requirements or limitations for this round! Your team’s collab round entry can be as long or as short as you want with no penalties involved. Please make sure to not overextend yourselves, however—you only have so long to create your entry."
So yeah, I guess you should start writing as soon as you can. If you think you can write the whole thing just do it and I guess me and the other members should fill as much prompts as possible on the final bonus rounds to help so you don't have to worry about that.
If you could get something done by the weekend (Just part of it) it would be great 'cause then I'll have a little more time to do the gifs and Kristine could start working on the cover.
:)
I'm sorry it took me so long, but here it is. Hopefully it doesn't suck. Had to split into 2 parts
Date: 2014-11-20 12:31 am (UTC)TITLE: Undercover at a Bacchanalia.
SHIP: Steve/Natasha established.
RATING: R
CHARACTERS: Steve, Natasha, OCs, mentions of Clint, Tony and Sam.
SIDE PAIRINGS: none
MAJOR TAGS: sex, drugs, swearing, dub-con
ADDITIONAL TAGS: Steve is Chris Anderson, Natasha is Gladys Walker
DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story are the property of Marvel and Disney and are being used without their permission for entertainment purposes only.
SUMMARY: HYDRA was trying to come up with the next big rave drug, unfortunately the side effects include tearing each other limb from limb. Steve and Natasha are sent in undercover to bring down the operation from the inside. Along the way the two learn something about Steve.
==
The smell of blood was thick and cloying. Its metallic odor clung to the air like a desperate lover threatening to choke the life out of the agents sent to investigate.
Agent Romanoff, aka the Black Widow, aka Your Worst Nightmare traipsed through the wooded area in the vain hope of finding a survivor. But mostly she was there as a glorified bodyguard keeping watch over the biologists sent to take photos, and tissue samples.
Gingerly she stepped around yet another body, trying with little success to keep her boots from coming in contact with whatever body fluids had been spilled. But she knew it was a losing battle. Her boots were definitely getting burnt, as was her uniform, and if at all possible her eyeballs.
It was a massacre straight out of one of Clint's favorite horror movies.
There were limbs that had been literally torn from bodies, and flung into trees where crows were starting to feast on them. Many faces had deep gouges in them, and many were missing one or both eyes. Their bodies were naked, and twisted into shapes that would make a yoga master wince in pain. And the few eyes that were in tact had pupils that were blown wide to the point where you could barely see the iris.
Twenty men and 20 women died violently in what Natasha could only describe as a modern day bacchanal.
“All right,” Natasha called out. She had seen more than enough. “Wrap up what you're doing, and let's get the hell out of here. The first round of brain bleach is on me.”
The redhead's announcement was met with various cries of agreement, and relief as they all made their way from out of the poison forest filled with madness and death and back to the relative sanity of what was left of SHIELD. The bodies would be gathered up and brought in for proper autopsies, and once it was deemed safe they would be identified, if possible, and sent to their family for burial.
Natasha was the last to board the transport. She gave the area one last look before disappearing into the vehicle.
Steve was not going to like this, she thought grimly.
====
The blond male punched the nearest locker after hearing Natasha's report. The metal of the door buckled, and bent around the hole he created.
“How many?” he grounded out between gritted teeth, his fists clenching and unclenching at his side.
It was a rhetorical question, but the Russian answered anyway.
“Forty.” Natasha's mouth was drawn into a grim line. Her arms were crossed, and her eyes were trained to the ground. But in her mind's eyes she could see the anger flashing across her partner's face. She could see the flushed cheeks, and the jutting jaw that meant he was in full Captain 'It's All My Fault' America mode.
Forty people gone missing, and are now dead. It was a miracle that they were able to keep it out of the press, though maybe not a very large miracle. HYDRA would have been careful to pick only those who had no immediate family or friends. All the better to make sure no one noticed right away that someone was missing.
“I'm sorry,” Natasha finally said. And she truly was sorry because she hated seeing her captain tear himself apart over something that wasn't his fault, and that he had no control over. She looked up into his face, and saw frustration war with resignation. They were alone in the locker room. Everyone seemingly having developed enough of a sixth sense to know to avoid the two Avengers for a while.
“It's not your fault,” Steve said with a sigh. He ran a tired hand through his hair and across his face. “It's HYDRA's fault. They're the ones who created the drug. But I just don't understand why. Getting people high does not translate into world domination.”
“They're taking advantage of the club scene. Even evil organizations bent on world domination has to pay the bills somehow. Getting stupid kids to take drugs while they're at a modern day bacchanal is probably a lot easier than taking a loan out from the bank.”
“Probably,” Steve said in agreement.
“Definitely. Just imagine if they could somehow come up with the next big thing in Rave drugs? The drug trade is a billion dollar industry,” Natasha said with a frown. “And if they have to kill a few dozen gullible idiots to perfect their product, well that's a small price to pay for them to get a piece of that very large pie.”
“So what do we do in the meanwhile?”
“Have lunch?”
“Nat . . .”
“There's nothing we can do right now. I told Fury that whatever they ended up planning we better be a part of it, but until then we have to wait for the eggheads in research finish their work.”
Steve sighed deeply, but knew Natasha was right. “All right, lunch it is. But can we at least go somewhere other then the cafeteria? I want something more than barely edible.”
His girlfriend laughed, grabbed him by the hand, and dragged him out the door.
==
Undercover work was Steve's least favorite type of work.
Scratch that, he straight up hated it.
But he also knew it was a necessary evil. Especially in this instant since they couldn't go in guns a blazing. (Though he wasn't 100% sure why.)
Chris Anderson had the same height and built as Steve Rogers. But where Steve was blond, clean-shaven with a posture to make a ruler envious, Chris had short black hair, a full black beard, and a slight slouch. According to his biography, he worked at home as an on-line medical transcriber, played on-line games extensively, and had had very little contact with the outside world.
In other words, SHIELD made him the perfect candidate.
He ran his hand through his shorter darker hair trying to get use to the newness of it. He hadn't had a lot of time to prepare for his new role or to get use to his new look and name. But SHIELD couldn't allow a prime opportunity to slip through their fingers, not when it would mean the possibility of another 40 people dieing a gruesome death.
It didn't take long after for the someone to open the door, and greet him. The women was in her 30's, and was tall and willowy, with wavy blonde hair that went down her back, and deep brown eyes. She wore a chiton and mantle out of ancient Greece, and on her head was a crown of laurel branches.
“Welcome, you must be Mr Anderson,” she said in what was meant to be melodious tone, but in reality sounded cloyingly fake. “My name is Daphne, and I'll be your guide. Please follow me.”
The guide turned her back to the undercover Avenger, and strode down a makeshift corridor which were lined with columns that were straight out of a Greek temple. It was obvious they were there merely to add to the atmosphere: they stopped several feet shy of the high ceiling. Behind them the walls were painted in a style more reminiscent of an ancient roman fresco. There was a red background with people performing sex acts Steve/Chris was certain were physically impossible to do.
Despite what was being depicted, and despite the circumstances, he couldn't help but be impressed at the artistic talent that would have been needed to paint the walls.
While they walked, Daphne informed Steve of the rules. There weren't many, just the usual don't go into certain rooms, and if there were any medical emergencies there were red buttons for him to press.
“Any questions?”
“No, ma'am.”
Part 2. The ending might be a lttle weak.
Date: 2014-11-20 12:32 am (UTC)The other 39 participants were milling about, and the air was thick with anticipation. Soft murmurs, punctuated with sharp laughter stopped abruptly once they realized that their fashionably late last guest had finally arrived. Steve felt like a slab meat at the a butcher shop. Men, women it didn't matter they all raked their eyes over the the newcomer, not bothering to hide their approval or their arousal.
I feel like I'm in a low budget 'Rocky Horror Picture Show', Steve thought.
One of the women sauntered over to him, fluid and catlike. She was short, just over the five foot mark, and her hair was dirty blonde, and thick enough to loose a hand (or hide a gun) in. Her smirk was downright predatory, and those familiar green eyes made the fluttering in his stomach turn to something decidedly more primal.
He knew it was an act, but he was human, and she was looking at him as if she wanted to mate with him and then devour him like codename namesake.
Natasha definitely knew which buttons to press to get him going.
She pulled him by the lapel of his t-shirt and crashed their lips together in a kiss that was meant to lay claim to him as her own for the weekend. He responded in kind, mentally thanking God that his Russian got to him before any one else. Because there was no way he would have been able to perform this way had it been any other woman. His cover would have been blown within 30 minutes.
But with Natasha, the woman he loved and trusted above all others, he could swallow his inhibitions. He hefted his partner up and grounded his pelvis into hers earning a surprised yelp from her, and giving the others a show. Anyone watching them would merely see a couple of strangers ready and willing to fuck each other at first sight.
“The name's Gladys, by the way,” she said after they finally pulled apart breathless and dizzy. Her lips were kiss-swollen, and her pupils were wide with arousal. “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?”
“I'm very happy to see, and the name's Chris. I'd shake your hand, but they're a little full right now.” He punctuated his point by giving her ass a little squeeze.
Gladys/Natasha mentally breathed a small sigh of relief. She had been worried that sending someone as green as him alone was a big mistake that would end up biting them in the ass. But they had had no choice, they were the only two with immunity systems strong enough to hopefully handle whatever drug that HYDRA was cooking up.
She devilishly ground her hips into his growing erection, and licked the length of his face before jumping down. She landed with catlike grace, and used his belt-buckle to pull him towards the rest of the group.
The rest of the night was mostly a blur, punctuated by a few fleeting clear moments.
He remembered drinking copious amounts of brightly colored alcohol. He remembered taking a pill or ten, and kissing a lot people that were not Natasha, and may have not even been female.
He remembered barely making it to a room before clothes were ripped off, and he was sinking into that familiar heat that was Natasha, and they were fucking each other with the door wide open on a thankfully carpeted floor.
He remembered teeth and nails that bit and scratched into flesh. He remembered them both screaming for release time and time again until their voices were hoarse right before collapsing into a heap from exhaustion.
And then all he remembered was darkness.
Neither Steve nor Natasha knew how long they slept, only that when they woke up they were naked, hungry, and sore.
They inspected each others bodies counted the bruises and scratches caused by nails and teeth, all of which would soon be healed. As the count got higher, she could see Steve's eyes become hooded with shame. It was the drugs that had released his inhibitions, but the Russian knew he was blaming himself.
They were in the middle of a mission, and the last thing they needed was for him to allow his self-flagellation to pull him down. Reaching up, Natasha stoked his cheek and forced him to look her in the eye. There was no anger or hate over what had transpired, only understanding as she pulled into an open-mouthed kiss.
When she pulled away she quirked an eyebrow, silently asking if he was okay.
Steve gave a curt nod. He wasn't 100% okay with what had happened, and he felt as if they needed to sit down and talk, but he also understood that they had a mission to complete, and he needed to keep his head in the game. People's lives were at stake.
Getting up off the floor, they inspected their surroundings. They had somehow manged to wonder into the employees' break room. A microwave in a corner informed them that it was just past three am. On the opposite side was a clothes rack with lab scrubs that thankfully fit them. Unfortunately there were no shoes, and there was no time to retrace their steps to find them.
“According to the floor plans, the labs aren't too far from here. And we should have at least a couple of hours before anyone wakes up,” Steve said. He was eying the fridge, his stomach was gurgling loud enough for Natasha to hear it.
She rolled her eyes. “Go on, raid it.”
“But that's someone else's food, that would be stealing.”
Natasha sighed loudly before taking the intuitive, and opening the door. There was a pizza box with three slices, and a take-out container with six fries and some wilting lettuce that had once upon a time been part of a salad. There were other things in there that had at one point in time been edible, though they also could have been science projects.
Shaking her head at the slim pickings she opened the pizza box, grabbed a slice and shoved it over to her partner, before taking one for herself.
“I am not carrying you around if you faint from hunger, so eat.”
Not having anytime to spare they took their stolen snacks with them to the lab.
“You know, even cold, that was good pizza,” Steve said quietly, as he wiped his hand on his pants. “Once the mission is over we should go there, maybe bring the team?”
Natasha nodded her head in agreement, but kept quiet and trained her eyes and ears for anything that could be a threat to them. So far as they padded down the hallways they had come across no other human being. But they still stuck to shadows as much as possible, and kept a slow pace. You would think that a multi-billion dollar operation like this would be under tighter security.
Or maybe they thought that a bunch horny, high people would pose no security threat and let everyone have the night off.
Once they reached the computer labs, Natasha parked herself in front of a computer. Around her neck was a flash drive masquerading as a innocuous necklace that had luckily escaped unscathed. Plugging it into the usb port, she began typing to gain access to the files located on the hard drive. Her job was two-fold: copy all the data available on HYDRA's new drug, and then plant the virus she and Tony had spent nearly a week perfecting to then destroy that information, and anything else it comes across.
Steve's job was to keep watch at the door.
“How long is that going to take?” he asked.
“At this rate three, four minutes.”
“That fast?”
Natasha nodded and went back to starring at the screen. Now that she was done setting everything up, it was just a matter of waiting.
“You do know what happened earlier wasn't your fault,” she said after a few moments of silence. “It was the drugs.”
“I know. It's just . . . from what I can remember, I think I liked it.”
Several more moments passed in silence as Natasha tried to process what Steve had just said. He merely stood there with the door partially opened, refusing to look into her eyes. He was embarrassed by his admission, she could tell by the way the tips of his ears were turning a bright shade of red, and the set of his jaw.
“R-really?” she finally said, and then cursed herself for her inarticulation. The poor man was spilling something personal to her, and all she could come up with was 'really?'
“I mean I didn't like hurting you. But I liked it when you were rough with me. Or at least I think I did. Like you said, it may have been the drugs.”
“When we get home, would you like to try something like that? You know, when we're sober?” Natasha asked slowly. “There are websites we could look at. We could experiment.”
And even as she was saying the words there was a part of her brain that was short circuiting over what she was offering him. What this could potentially lead to.
“I – are you sure?” Steve was staring at her now. His indomitable blue eyes trying to suss out whether she was teasing him or not. “I don't want you to feel uncomfortable.”
“Because you just love the Russian ballet,” Natasha said with a smile. “Being in a relationship, loving one another, means supporting each other., and on occasion doing something we may not be into.”
“Then all right,” Steve said with nod. “When we get home.”
The rest of the time, the two were quiet. Though Natasha just couldn't resist singing 'Super Freak' by Rick James until Steve's face was practically burning from embarrassment.
After that it was a simple matter of slipping out their clothes and backtracking to the main room where Steve took his position amongst the other bodies that were laying in naked heaps. Natasha's job wasn't quite done, she had to get outside where one of Falcon's birds were waiting to take the flash drive back to the newly formed SHIELD. Once that was done she made her way back to Steve's warm embrace.
The air was rank with with scent of sex and sweat, but they somehow managed to fall asleep. Their job wasn't complete until everyone here managed to survive the weekend alive, and with all their body parts in tact.
And if that meant sticking around until what was left of SHIELD came in to take down this place, well there were worse ways to while away a weekend.
END
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Date: 2014-11-22 05:31 pm (UTC)Re: Part 2. The ending might be a lttle weak.
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Date: 2014-11-24 06:57 am (UTC)Re: Part 2. The ending might be a lttle weak.
Date: 2014-11-24 06:59 am (UTC)I have some kind of bad news tho, my Photoshop (wich I use to make GIFs) it's not working properly, I was hoping that I could fix it yesterday but I couldn't. The mods haven't posted the link to the CR community yet so I'lll do what I can to fix it before they do but I'm afraid we'll maybe have to do this one without GIFs.