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Katherine "Kaya" Fisk

@katherine-fisk / katherine-fisk.tumblr.com

MCU!OC Role-play Account - The Daughter Of Wilson and Mary Fisk - The Wife of Dr. Stephen Strange- 21+
Don't ever let the word sensitive be used as a weapon against you. Keep your heart soft and spirit gentle. - Whitney Hanson
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  • While people of all walks are welcome, Kaya is written as a cis/straight woman in her late 20s (April 10th, 1998)
  • Mun is 21+

Mother: @maryfisk

Siblings: None; unless you count the bonded brother @merc-with-the-m0uth

Children: @cedar-fisk

Same shit, different century.

My oldest son got married faster than I did. I'm going to be a grandfather at 108, my middle child is stuck in a nightmare, and Rumlow is on the loose.

One thing after another.

Rumlow is what?!

He got himself a trial and bribed a judge. My son married his daughter today, and he decided to let me know he was going to pay Tessa a visit.

Except she wants nothing to do with him.

No. No no no no.

This can't he happening. Not again.

Kaya, I will handle Rumlow. He isn't a threat to you anymore, but he is my problem, and I will keep him from getting to you.

He's going to come after me. Not you. Not your family.

He should have been stopped sooner.

I should have stopped him myself.

I put him in the Raft myself, almost ended up in HYDRA's hands trying to take him down. I should've killed him, but I was trying to not be the man I was.

Can you forgive me, Kaya?

It's not your fault, Bucky. It's not a responsibility you should feel you have to take on.

I'll kill him myself.

Same shit, different century.

My oldest son got married faster than I did. I'm going to be a grandfather at 108, my middle child is stuck in a nightmare, and Rumlow is on the loose.

One thing after another.

Rumlow is what?!

He got himself a trial and bribed a judge. My son married his daughter today, and he decided to let me know he was going to pay Tessa a visit.

Except she wants nothing to do with him.

No. No no no no.

This can't he happening. Not again.

Kaya, I will handle Rumlow. He isn't a threat to you anymore, but he is my problem, and I will keep him from getting to you.

He's going to come after me. Not you. Not your family.

He should have been stopped sooner.

I should have stopped him myself.

Same shit, different century.

My oldest son got married faster than I did. I'm going to be a grandfather at 108, my middle child is stuck in a nightmare, and Rumlow is on the loose.

One thing after another.

Rumlow is what?!

He got himself a trial and bribed a judge. My son married his daughter today, and he decided to let me know he was going to pay Tessa a visit.

Except she wants nothing to do with him.

No. No no no no.

This can't he happening. Not again.

Well, it was finally happening. The air was almost like the gymnasiam floor when the school ship had finally begun to dance.

Bucky imagined Elecktra and Yelena were about to have a field day.

He stood with Steve and Sam, trying not to fiddle with the place on his left finger where the ring would slip onto. He had asked Stark if he could make something to keep the ring in place, so a small divot was made.

“Relax,” Sam leaned closer to Bucky. “It’s not like you don’t know what’s going to happen.”

“I can’t wait, thats all.”

He was going to be honest with himself, this was the greatest day of his life. His entire family was there, at least he knew as family.

His sister, his Ma, his best friend since 1924, even the man he thought he would hate for the rest of his life. Heck, Sam was great.

Practically all the Avengers were there.

Oh, yeah. It was going to be a party to remember.

Laurya was kind enough to keep any birds away from the guests and decorations, not that it was extravagant, it was simple, no more than needed.

Who would have thought Poseidon would show up??? What a day…

He shifted his weight again, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I swear, I’m gonna sit on you if you keep that up.” Steve teased.

“You just might need to.” Bucky looked around, catching his mother’s eye. She was beaming to say the least. He smiled back, choosing to pretend he didn’t see her tears. He was just as excited.

He couldn’t imagine what Natasha looked like right now…

Meanwhile, in the white tent where the reception would be held, Natasha waited patiently while Yelena finished off her make-up. Her sister would never let her live it down if she went to the alter with messy mascara.

“I hope you don’t mind Bucky attached to me now,” She half-smiled.

“He’s been attached to you,” Yelena smarted as she leaned back and inspected her work. “You just now noticed this?”

Natasha simply rolled her eyes. “I just hope I don’t start crying.”

“Don’t be a sap.”

“Hey,” The red head touched Yelena’s arm. Don’t think I’m going anywhere just because I’m getting hitched. Okay?”

“The thought never crossed my mind.”

The sisters shared a smirk and a hug before Natasha stood up and checked herself in the mirror.

“Well? How do I look?” She asked Dani who was helping in the tent.

“Absolutely stunning.” Dani nodded. She and Yelena broke the traditional style and wore suits to the wedding.

Everything was practically humming with anticipation.

The sun was just beginning to set as the ceremony began, the soft tunes of Blue Flame, a forties song, crooned from the speakers to the sides of the arbor where Cillian, Bucky and Steve stood, the middle having to clasp his hands behind his back to keep from fidgeting. Funny, he was more scared than he had ever been, even from missions for HYDRA.

He looked down as he thought back to where he was when he met Natalia. She had pulled him from a horrible place, and he had the audacity to ask her to stay with him.

And hell, she said yes.

He felt Steve give him a nudge from his left, almost a silent signal that his best friend had his back.

Bucky held his breath as he saw the bridesmaids and groomsmen come down the isle. It was only three pairs; they didn’t want a big wedding.

Then he knew he was going to loose it.

Natasha came down the isle, Sam’s arm linked with hers as she locked eyes with him.

Elecktra was getting every detail down.

Peter was quietly getting the best shots, his camera making a small clicking noise when he took a photograph.

Bucky swore his heart stopped when Natasha winked at him.

“Friends and Avengers.” Cillian began, sounding rather hyped as well. This was a big day for his friend. “Today we mark the event with our friends, James and Natasha. And it appears to be a major event for both of them.”

“Its not everyday you do this.” Natasha chimed, shooting a playful glance at the immortal.

“That is true.” Cillian grinned. “Now, who gives this bride away in marriage?”

“That would be me, even though I have no relation to her,” Sam spoke up, a bright smile on his face. “And no sympathy to Bucky, he asked for this.”

There was an amused rumble of laughter around the audience as Sam stepped back and took his seat next to Winnifred Barnes.

“Thanks, Sam” Bucky quietly said, shooting a smile to his friend.

Cillian continued, a smile plastered on his face. “I have had the honor of James as a friend, and enemy at one time. But even through the years, he’s been a man I’m proud to have as a friend.”

Natasha grinned at Bucky as he ducked his head. It was so…strange to hear a man you once hunted for a mission stating that you were a great friend. But that was the past. He needed to let go.

He was here and he was about to get married.

“A union between a pair such as this, it’s something that only happens once in a lifetime. So, Buck, you made a hell of a choice.”

Bucky chuckled and looked at Natasha who was still smiling at him.

“Another surprise, I was told that they had wrote their own vows. So, Natasha, will you honor us with your vows?”

The redhead nodded and looked at Bucky. “From those darker days when we knew nothing of happiness, I knew you were someone I should keep close to. Whether it was for protection, warmth or just companionship, you were always there for me. You’re my friend, a challenge to meet in training, my mentor, my personal space heater—“ She paused and snickered, also receiving a chuckle from the audience and Bucky.

“But you are also my life, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of whatever years we have left with you. I vow to be your companion, your lifeline, the one to stay up with you when the terror gets the best of us. I promise to be faithful, accepting of your quirks; whatever those may be. I also vow to be yours in wherever we’re going in life. I give you my heart, my love and soul. I promise to love and to cherish our love til death do us part.”

“Dang, how I am supposed to follow up that—“ Bucky smirked, taking Natasha’s hand in his. “Natalia, I know how I have hurt others in the past. I’ve done things I wouldn’t dare to share with anyone. But…then you showed up. You showed me something I hadn’t felt in years. I had no idea something so simple as compassion could change someone like me. I didn’t realize it at first, but from when I knew you meant no harm, my heart was yours. I was taken. I’m still taken aback at how you put up with me.” He breathed a laugh. “Nat, you’re the most beautiful person I know. Inside and out, you shine your love to others in a way I don’t deserve. And I vow never to smother that light, never to let you walk this life alone. I promise to love, to cherish, to share and to hold you for the rest of our lives. You’re not only my friend and partner in crime, you’re my girl, and I’ll never let you go.”

Cillian nodded in approval and smiled. “And now the rings, please.”

Steve deposited the two rings in Cillian’s outstretched hand, giving Bucky and bump on the shoulder with a grin.

“A circle has no end.” Cillian began again. “Its infinite, it also shows both of your unconditional love and respect for one another. James, take the ring and repeat after me.”

Bucky took the silver and red ring in his metal hand and gently held Natasha’s left hand.

“Natasha, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and fidelity. I promise to love you today, tomorrow and all the days after.”

Bucky smiled and met Natasha’s gaze. “Natasha, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and fidelity. I promise to love you today, tomorrow and all the days after.”

“And now you, Nat.”

“James Bucky Barnes, I give you this ring as a symbol of my love and fidelity. I promise to love you today, tomorrow and all the days after. And don’t you forget it, either.”

“No, ma’am.” Bucky shook his head.

“Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you man and wife.” Cillian said quickly, noticing Natasha hopping slightly. “James, you may now kiss the bride.”

“Yeehaw!” Bucky whooped before pulling Natasha in and kissing her slowly.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Mr. and Mrs. Barnes!” Steve cheered.

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Katherine claps politely as the new couple seals their love. She had to blink back tears as she stood with the party - romance always tugged at her.

At the reception, she wanders, a glass in hand. She had said hello to a few people but gave the couple space until now. She hadn't wanted to crowd them. But as she approached, Katherine smiled softly. "Congratulations, you two. What a beautiful day."

There is a lot on my mind. Thoughts about right and wrong, emotional reactions, and perhaps even just life in general.

What makes a good person? A good friend? Is it being there any time a challenge arises? Is it putting on a smile in the hardest times? Is it providing for those who can not provide for themselves?

Perhaps I won't know the answer to that. Not today, maybe not for a while. I hope it comes sooner or later.

But tonight, I don't ponder much on the growth. I am curious about the decay. What makes a bad person? A villain? Is it looking for danger? Is it arrogance to one's abilities? Is it selfish wants for attention?

My thoughts travel with the bubbles in my champagne. Champagne I had hoped to share an hour ago. Perhaps I could let my thoughts go, just like the bubbles.

27. It wasn't a particularly significant number in terms of life events, lacking any major milestones. However, Katherine's life had undergone considerable change in the past year.

She had fallen in love twice, become a mother and a wife, and developed her powers. She had made friends and experienced betrayal by enemies. It had been a year filled with many significant life events.

Katherine was content. She felt loved and cherished her adopted brother, her expanding biological family, her husband, and her friends. She felt fortunate. While the previous year had been demanding, the coming year promised many new joys.

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■ Three knocks sound from the front door.

▪︎ Matt waits outside the home, a bag in hand.

Kaya opens the door and cocks her head - Matthew was the last person she'd expect to see there.

"Mr. Murdock! Come in! How can I help you?" She places a gentle hand on his shoulder to direct him into the front entrance.

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▪︎ Matt walks inside with her assistance.

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"I come bearing gifts for your family. I would have shown up at your wedding with them, but your Father and I don't exactly get along. And two out of three of your Mother's like me and I didn't want to upset her."

That gets her to laugh. She pats his arm as she directs him to sit down. "That's very sweet of you, Mr. Murdock. I'm afraid my husband isn't here right now, so I'll set the gifts aside. Would you like anything to drink?"

▪︎ Matt takes a seat, pacing the bag down.

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"If you have coffee, I'm always open to having a cup."

"I'll get right on it," she chirps, moving to the kitchen. As she begins to brew a cup. "How is the firm doing? I've not had a chance to come by in some time, seeing as I was out of town."

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"We have been temporarily closed for a while. My partner was injured. So it's probably a good thing you didn't come by."

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"Why were you out of town?"

"Oh, I am so sorry. I didn't know that. Is he doing alright?" Katherine paused as she frowned. Too many people these days were getting hurt. She didn't like that.

"My family took some time out of the country," she vaguely explained. With the coffee finished, she looked over her shoulder at Matt. "Do you like anything in your coffee?"

Kaya sets down her bag and shift Cedar on her hip. She was ready to be home. She missed her husband, her friends, even the loud traffic of the city. France was a second home, but since coming back last year, she had found her place in the States.

She had sent a message to those she loved, alerting them of her coming arrival. She hoped to see some, whether it be for lunch, a party, or to ensure they got her letters.

Katherine walks into her home.

Wilson arrived at the house, figuring he had touched on a sensitive subject during their earlier conversation. It was best to deal with the issue before it became a bigger problem.

"Katherine, I would like to speak with you." He spoke calmly, his eyes landing on his daughter as he closed the door behind himself.

Oh, that couldn't be good. Katherine nods once and moves gracefully to set Cedar in her play pen. Ensuring her daughters stuffed rabbit was with her, Katherine quickly returns to face her father with a raised chin.

"I wanted to speak to you regarding your career choice. I have my reservations about it." Wilson spoke, getting straight to the matter at hand. He looked down to Katherine, "Surely you understand that we have a standard to uphold."

Katherine forces herself to take a deep breath. These types of conversations were never easy. Theyd only happened two other times. Wilson had won both of those.

"Father, I dont understand how a doctorate isn't respectable to the family name," Katherine softly attempted to reason. "New York University has a very well regarded oncology program as well."

"I am trying to understand what your goal is here. If it is to be an attending physician or a resident then I cannot support you doing this. So I must ask you, Katherine, what do you hope to accomplish by being a doctor? Do you wish to join the board of directors or do you want to be the CEO of a hospital?"

His words struck her in the heart. Folding her hands in front of her to keep from shaking, she speaks just a bit quieter. "I was hoping to become a practicing doctor. To treat cancer patients...to treat Wade..." the latter part she whispers and looks away.

"That is very noble, but you should consider aiming higher. That job is beneath you and it is a waste of your talents."

"I... I dont understand," Katherine croaks. "Saving lives, isn't that the most noble thing I could aim for?"

"Saving lives is noble, yes. But I want you to do it in a way that doesn't devalue who you are. The medical world is full of bureaucracy, more so that politics in many cases. If you aren't at the top of it, then you are following orders from someone who cares about their bottom line. Take for example, the people that take care of insurance claims, they decide what a person gets as far as treatment goes, in some cases more that a doctor does. If you want to save lived, aim for the top. As the CEO of a hospital you will still have the ability to take care of people who are in your care as well as call the shots when and where you decide it is necessary."

He had a point. And when it came to Katherine, she didn't do well taking orders from anyone but her parents. She tongues her cheek in thought. "What...if I opened my own practice?"

"That might be in your best interest." Wilson nodded in approval, it was the best idea he heard all day. "When the time comes, I would be willing to back you in the endeavor."

Her shoulders relaxed. Compromise was always ideal. It certainly wasn't in her original plans, and it would be much harder, but it would be worth it. Besides, Katherine had already started her classes. She couldn't abandon them now!

I'll do my best, Father.

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■ Three knocks sound from the front door.

▪︎ Matt waits outside the home, a bag in hand.

Kaya opens the door and cocks her head - Matthew was the last person she'd expect to see there.

"Mr. Murdock! Come in! How can I help you?" She places a gentle hand on his shoulder to direct him into the front entrance.

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▪︎ Matt walks inside with her assistance.

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"I come bearing gifts for your family. I would have shown up at your wedding with them, but your Father and I don't exactly get along. And two out of three of your Mother's like me and I didn't want to upset her."

That gets her to laugh. She pats his arm as she directs him to sit down. "That's very sweet of you, Mr. Murdock. I'm afraid my husband isn't here right now, so I'll set the gifts aside. Would you like anything to drink?"

▪︎ Matt takes a seat, pacing the bag down.

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"If you have coffee, I'm always open to having a cup."

"I'll get right on it," she chirps, moving to the kitchen. As she begins to brew a cup. "How is the firm doing? I've not had a chance to come by in some time, seeing as I was out of town."

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■ Three knocks sound from the front door.

▪︎ Matt waits outside the home, a bag in hand.

Kaya opens the door and cocks her head - Matthew was the last person she'd expect to see there.

"Mr. Murdock! Come in! How can I help you?" She places a gentle hand on his shoulder to direct him into the front entrance.

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▪︎ Matt walks inside with her assistance.

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"I come bearing gifts for your family. I would have shown up at your wedding with them, but your Father and I don't exactly get along. And two out of three of your Mother's like me and I didn't want to upset her."

That gets her to laugh. She pats his arm as she directs him to sit down. "That's very sweet of you, Mr. Murdock. I'm afraid my husband isn't here right now, so I'll set the gifts aside. Would you like anything to drink?"

Anonymous asked:

■ Three knocks sound from the front door.

▪︎ Matt waits outside the home, a bag in hand.

Kaya opens the door and cocks her head - Matthew was the last person she'd expect to see there.

"Mr. Murdock! Come in! How can I help you?" She places a gentle hand on his shoulder to direct him into the front entrance.

Kaya sets down her bag and shift Cedar on her hip. She was ready to be home. She missed her husband, her friends, even the loud traffic of the city. France was a second home, but since coming back last year, she had found her place in the States.

She had sent a message to those she loved, alerting them of her coming arrival. She hoped to see some, whether it be for lunch, a party, or to ensure they got her letters.

Katherine walks into her home.

Wilson arrived at the house, figuring he had touched on a sensitive subject during their earlier conversation. It was best to deal with the issue before it became a bigger problem.

"Katherine, I would like to speak with you." He spoke calmly, his eyes landing on his daughter as he closed the door behind himself.

Oh, that couldn't be good. Katherine nods once and moves gracefully to set Cedar in her play pen. Ensuring her daughters stuffed rabbit was with her, Katherine quickly returns to face her father with a raised chin.

"I wanted to speak to you regarding your career choice. I have my reservations about it." Wilson spoke, getting straight to the matter at hand. He looked down to Katherine, "Surely you understand that we have a standard to uphold."

Katherine forces herself to take a deep breath. These types of conversations were never easy. Theyd only happened two other times. Wilson had won both of those.

"Father, I dont understand how a doctorate isn't respectable to the family name," Katherine softly attempted to reason. "New York University has a very well regarded oncology program as well."

"I am trying to understand what your goal is here. If it is to be an attending physician or a resident then I cannot support you doing this. So I must ask you, Katherine, what do you hope to accomplish by being a doctor? Do you wish to join the board of directors or do you want to be the CEO of a hospital?"

His words struck her in the heart. Folding her hands in front of her to keep from shaking, she speaks just a bit quieter. "I was hoping to become a practicing doctor. To treat cancer patients...to treat Wade..." the latter part she whispers and looks away.

"That is very noble, but you should consider aiming higher. That job is beneath you and it is a waste of your talents."

"I... I dont understand," Katherine croaks. "Saving lives, isn't that the most noble thing I could aim for?"

"Saving lives is noble, yes. But I want you to do it in a way that doesn't devalue who you are. The medical world is full of bureaucracy, more so that politics in many cases. If you aren't at the top of it, then you are following orders from someone who cares about their bottom line. Take for example, the people that take care of insurance claims, they decide what a person gets as far as treatment goes, in some cases more that a doctor does. If you want to save lived, aim for the top. As the CEO of a hospital you will still have the ability to take care of people who are in your care as well as call the shots when and where you decide it is necessary."

He had a point. And when it came to Katherine, she didn't do well taking orders from anyone but her parents. She tongues her cheek in thought. "What...if I opened my own practice?"

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