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Guys, Mr. Spacey was literally just arrested for being a pedophile. It's all over the news, turn it on.

[She decided in the end to try to get Jules on board with this intervention and surprisingly, Jules was very supportive of the idea. She does, however, leave out Aunt May. May's on Peter's side and probably always will be. She lures Peter out to Bucky's home where I've godmodded that this will take place and when he arrives, it's an AMBUSH. Jules is there, Bucky's there, Steve's there wondering why he's involved, and of course there's MJ.]
Peter, I love you very much and I know you love me very much, and you're proud of me. I wouldn't be where I am or have what I have if it weren't for you. You supported me through my darkest times and taught me how to be brave in the face of addiction. You gave me the confidence that's allowing me to do this today.

Peter, addiction has been a part of my life for a few years now and it seems like a lifetime, and the road to recovery has been full of twists and turns and backslides and incredible progress. I know you're afraid to trust me again and I don't blame you. I'm a liar. [Her eyes water] and I'm manipulative. It's not something I can control when my addiction has taken over, but I'm also stronger than I was before. I need you to take out the monitoring system in my body so I can continue on this path of recovery the right way. I need to get healthy on my own terms. You're my support and my shoulder to lean on but -- everyone in this room agrees that it's time that you trust me to at least try.

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Hi everyone. I wanted to check in on how everybody's healing from the fight. You all did an amazing job and I'm so proud of you.

Sorry I've been MIA, I've been in and out of surgeries. Thanks to the surgeons and Dr. Banner's new miracle healing pill, I should be able to rejoin practice by the end of the month, but I think it goes without saying that it's going to take a lot of work for some of us to get back to the level we were at during the fight.

The reason why I included the Thunderbolts in this filter is that I think we should train together. Although we were on different sides of the building, we both gave it our all and didn't stop fighting until we couldn't anymore. That's impressive. I want to see if our teams work well together in fights that aren't so intense. We patrol the town and take down minor criminals and I feel like the energy the Thunderbolts brought to the fight was exactly what we stand for. This is our formal invitation to join us during our private practices.

Peters, I know you have super healing so you're probably all better now. Please lead practice and capture the flag until I'm cleared.

We need to talk.




[Steve that lives with him and Curtis, separately]

I need to talk to you.

[At 2:15, the following will air on everyone's TV:]

A younger Bucky Barnes appears on screen, with a black eye and split lip -- the latter of which is still bleeding. He's sitting in a straight-back chair in the middle of a hardwood floor, three men with him; one is Brock Rumlow, who's practically glowering at him, the other is an impassive Jack Rollins, and the third is Alexander Pierce, who sits in another seat, at a table that separates himself from the others. Pierce's hands are folded on the table.

"Expelled," Pierce says evenly. "What, exactly, did you do to bring this about, James?"

Bucky's shoulders are tense, and his gaze darts nervously to the other two men before looking back at Pierce. "They were beating the hell out of that kid. I couldn't stand by and watch. They would've killed him." There's defensiveness in his tone, but also fear. A hint of pleading for Pierce to understand.

Pierce hums. "And you proceeded to beat the son of one of our city councilmen in order to stop them."

"He had it coming," he says, voice firmer this time. "The kid wasn't moving. He wasn't fighting back. He could've died if --"

"Yes, yes, if you hadn't decided you were some kind of hero," Pierce says, tone mocking now. "But you see now we have multiple problems that I have to solve." He leans forward at the table. "One, I have to do a great deal of apologizing to Councilmen Ross, who's always been very supportive of our organization. Secondly, now I have to take the time out of my very busy schedule to find another school that will actually take you despite your less than savory record. And making these kinds of amends is going to be quite difficult."

He nods slightly to Rollins, who moves to stand beside Bucky, and Bucky sits up a little straighter, obviously growing nervous.

"I'm sorry. I'll do what I have to, to fix things," Bucky tells Pierce, all trace of defiance gone from his voice and replaced by fear.

"James, James...it's unfortunately too late for that. Once something is broken, you can't unbreak it, can you?" Pierce tilts his head. "I'm afraid the only choice I have here is punishment to assure you won't act out like this in the future." Pierce glances at Rumlow and nods at him.

Rumlow picks up a wicked looking device from the counter, sadistic smile on his face. "Hold him," he tells Rollins.

Rollins grabs Bucky's shoulders even as Rumlow reaches out and rolls up the left sleeve of Bucky's shirt, and Bucky's not small but he's no match for Rollins' size and muscle, either.

"Oh god, please don't," he whispers as Rumlow fires up the blow torch. "Please, don't. I'm sorry. It'll never happen again. I'll do anything you want, just please -- please don't." His voice breaks.

"Keep still or this may end up a lot worse than planned," Rumlow advises before lowering the flame to lick at the boy's upper arm as he howls, struggling uselessly against Rollins grip. His skin melts beneath the fire like candle wax as he screams.

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