"Do you have a children’s menu? Because I’m only, er, a few hours old, er, going on two thousand"
Introducing the teddy bear world’s most feared assassin and deadly spy: The Blackbear Widow, Natasha Romanoff.
No longer an operative for the Red Room and Department X, she joins Earth’s Mightiest Teddy Bears in fighting the forces of evil.
Many have been taken in by her fluffy pink fur. None have lived to tell the tale. Her skill set includes hand-to-hand combat, weapons mastery, stealth work and infiltration, as well as cognitive recalibration of brainwashed colleagues.
Supervillain stuffed animals everywhere: You have been warned!
“I don’t know, but I’d probably blame the English”— The Doctor
Highclere Fan Awards
Anyone interested in Downton Abbey fanfiction should follow Highclere Fan Awards tumblr. They organized five seasons of awards and have a great archive of fanfiction of the different pairing and characters. They also reblog drabbles and chapter’s updates. A great source for finding new authors and stories.
My heart flips over in the most ridiculous way each time one of my updates is reblogged by Highclere Fan Awards…like hearing your name spoken by the teacher on whom you’ve always had a crush….
Sorry Seems To Be The Hardest Word: Chapter 10 A Stroll Together: Part 2
I am so sorry for the delay, I hope you enjoy.
“With me being rushed through special training, by the time i finished my training it was early 1917, the training was grueling and mentally exhausting; Rory had come up with the idea of his team being made up of older men, men past their prime. The theory Rory had was that the Germans wouldn’t suspect that the British would send older men, we also worked with the Belgium Army”
By this time Edith had taken Anthony’s arm out of it sling and was holding it with such care
“Our mission was to go behind enemy lines and sabotage as many of the Germans heavy artillery and anything else we could get our hands on, also to try and set free as many of our lads as we could, that had been captured” Anthony went in to detail and explained what he did and some of what he witnessed
“Six long grueling months later, we were on our last mission before our leave, you see that is how i know Major Munro, we were partners in crime, shall we say. We’d just blown up a Howitzer, better known as a ‘Big Bertha’ and we were returning to camp when we were shot at by a german we thought we’d killed. Gordon got shot in the leg and i got shot in… Well you know were i got shot. Gordon couldn’t walk but i could, so i carried him back to camp, he kept on insisting that i just leave him and i just kept on telling him to shut up”
Anthony chuckled and Edith smiled and snuggled in even closer to his neck, she didn’t want him to see she her eyes were brimming with unshed tears, she asked through a whisper “I know that you said that your arm was no longer any use to man nor beast, but is there nothing that can be done? Don’t get me wrong i don’t care if it never works again… in fact i would happily give you my arm to replace it”
She could feel him shake his head negatively and chuckle, he tighten his hold around her waist “No the doctors said that i was lucky not have gotten it amputated” she lifted his hand to her lips and kissed it and started to stroke his hand with her thumb, then all of a sudden, she thought that she felt his hand ever so slightly squeezed her fingers. She was about to tell Anthony when she was interrupted
“Well, well, well, look what we have here, a pair of lovebirds” Edith and Anthony both turned to see who was talking. There was a short stout man leaning against the railings of Price’s Street Gardens, he had a flat cap, dirty overcoat, dirtier trousers and well worn shoes, with a cigarette dangling from his lips
“Can i help you, sir?” Anthony asked with caution, looking at the intruder
“Why, yes, you can help me. By giving me all your money and jewelry and don’t scream or it will be the last thing you do”
Before Edith could register what he had said, he had pulled out his hand from his pocket and was brandishing a knife and pointing it at them
“Come on, come on, i haven’t got all night. Right both of you stand up and start handing over all your money and jewels” the man said with such venom
All Edith could register was shock and fear
Anthony and Edith slowly stood up from the bench they were sitting on. Anthony had moved Edith behind him so that he was in-between Edith and the thief. Anthony unhooked his pocket watch and hand it over, along with his new signet ring Edith had given him as a wedding present (It was a lovely silver signet ring with a single amethyst and small sapphire’s on each side, amethyst because it was Anthony’s birthstone and sapphire’s because they were her birthstone’s, there was an inscription inside ‘You & Me Always’. She had told him he could wear it instead of his wedding ring as most men of their class didn’t wear wedding rings, she had said that she had noticed that he had stopped wearing his old one, he said that he had lost it during the war. She felt sad when he had told her because he had lost so much in his life. He had told her, he loved it and that he would wear it on his little finger with pride and never take it off) and his wallet.
The man nodded his head towards Edith “Right, you next”
Edith handed over her necklace, earrings and bracelets; she wanted to throw them at this worthless human being. The thief started putting his swag into his pockets with a large smug smile, he was about to leave when there was a streak of dirty white fur, it all happened in a blur, there was a yelp and howl, a metallic clatter as the knife hut the pavement and two very loud thuds and the sound of a body crumpling to the ground.
Edith was in shock and stood rooted to the spot, she had seen what had happened but it did not sink in until the ruffian was caked out on the ground
What had happened was, out of nowhere a, what looked like a west highland puppy, had run up to them from the direction of the park, yelped and sunk it’s teeth into the thief’s ankle the man howled and dropped the knife, the knife made a clattering sound on the pavement but what really shocked Edith was what happened next. With the thief distracted Anthony punched the man twice but it wasn’t his left hand he used, it was his right! The thief cried out with the first punch, which drew the attention of two near by constable’s that were walking their beat. They heard the cry from the ruffian’s and started to run towards the commotion, by the time the constable’s reached them, the thief was unconscious and Anthony was standing over him with absolute fury in his eyes, Edith had never seen him like that before, all fury and anger, he was such a meek and gentle soul
He was shaking with anger and breathing heavily, he did not calm down until Edith slipped her hand into his, he turned to her and she could see all the fury and anger melt from his face as he stared into her warm eyes, they hugged each other tightly and did not separate until Edith felt something lightly scratching at her leg, they both looked down and saw their little savior wagging it’s tail and yelping. Edith quickly picked up the puppy and it started to lick her cheek, Anthony stroked it’s little head and it nuzzled his hand.
Anthony noticed that the puppy was dirty and said “Darling hand over the puppy, it’ll dirty your coat and dress, i’m wearing black so if it dirty’s my coat it won’t show up” Edith was still in shock and did as she was told. By this time the two men had joined them “Are you alright, Sir, Miss?”
Anthony finally came to his senses and answered “No, we’re not this man… if you can call him that. He threatened my wife and myself with a knife… well that knife, right there” Anthony pointed to the knife next to the unconscious man “And stole our money and jewelry, if you’ll check in his pockets you’ll find our things in them”
One of the policeman bent down and turned the man over (as the thief had fallen on his side with his face turned away) when the policeman turned him over, he sighed and said “Why am i not surprised” he searched the mans pockets, he pulled out their possessions. The younger policeman of the two had his notebook out and was writing everything down, he had also picked up the knife. When he heard his colleague sigh, he said “What is it Sarge?”
“It’s Kenny, Kenny McQueen” he stood up and looked at the couple “Your very luc… Are you alright, Madam?” When Anthony looked at Edith, all the colour had drained from her face and she was shaking like a leaf “Edith? Edith? Sweet one? Are you alright?” Edith looked at Anthony and he could see tears in her eyes
“Sorry gents, i know that you have to take statements from us but as you can see my wife is in a state of shock. I need to look after her, is that alright or do we have to come with you to the station?” The police sergeant cleared his throat and said “No, that should be fine, we have to take this one back to the station. We’ll take your name’s and address’s, we’ll have to take your possessions as well but we’ll give you a receipt for them and try to get them back to you as soon as possible. Right your name’s?”
By this time Edith was clinging to Anthony with what little strength she had. Anthony gave their name’s and the address’s of the hotel and of Locksley, just incase. The police doffed their helmets to them, Edith and Anthony started to walk back to the hotel, luckily they didn’t have far to walk
Well done that Westie!!!! He deserves a medal!!!
The Ultimate Time Lord: Peter’s like the annoyed older brother, Sylv and Colin are the troublesome middle children who can’t shut up, and Paul’s the kid brother who watches the ridiculous antics of his siblings with rapt attention.
Peter Capaldi, Sir, are you watching? This really is your future…