Author’s Notes: The prequel to Fifty Shades of Bucky. Learn how and why you came to live at the Avengers Compound, along with how you and Bucky ended up together. I did tag my FSOB, Bucky, and Forever tags in this. If you are not interested in the prequel, let me know and I will remove you from future chapters.
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Summary: After the Android Revolution, you were one of the few that chose to remain in service. You were still considered alive and free to make your own choices, but you couldn’t leave your charge; a sick elderly woman that doted on you as if you were a member of her family. After a break-in, Connor is the first responder and helps track down the person – or android – responsible for the crime. Remaining on the police force with Hank as his partner had been a no-brainer. He wanted to make sure that both parties – humans and androids – would be held accountable for their actions. When responding to a call one night, he met Y/N, a caring and sassy android that he never saw coming. He was still learning to deal with his emotions, but no one – not even Hank – could have prepared him for the overwhelming swelling in his chest and this need to see her again. Word Count: 2,527 Warnings: Angst, fluff, language. Possibly more to come. Author’s Note: I absolutely adore this game and Connor. Title inspired by Robots in Love. I will be using my Everything tags for this series. If you do not want to be tagged, I’ll remove you. If you are interested in learning more about the game, feel free to check out the Wiki page.
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“Vincent Cruz,” Hank sighed as he pulled up the attempted robber’s file. “Looks like he’s made quite the name for himself around Detroit.”
Connor was seated at his desk, scanning over the very same file on his computer. “He’s been going around town and dismantling androids.”
“And selling their parts on the black market,” Hank groaned. “We got ourselves a fuckin’ winner.”
Connor’s LED flashed yellow. “I’m not sure I understand, Lieutenant,” he admitted, clearly confused.
“It’s called sarcasm,” Hank scoffed with a smirk. “You’ll get there one of these days, buddy.”
“Sarcasm,” Connor muttered, the LED on his right temple flickering from yellow to its original cerulean shade. “The use of irony to mock or convey contempt. I think I understand, now. You strongly dislike Vincent’s actions, therefore you are ridiculing them with a positive phrase.”
“I ain’t ever gonna get use to that,” Hank snorted. “But, yeah. That’s it exactly.”
Connor smiled at the praise coming from his partner.
Summary: After the Android Revolution, you were one of the few that chose to remain in service. You were still considered alive and free to make your own choices, but you couldn’t leave your charge; a sick elderly woman that doted on you as if you were a member of her family. After a break-in, Connor is the first responder and helps track down the person – or android – responsible for the crime. Remaining on the police force with Hank as his partner had been a no-brainer. He wanted to make sure that both parties – humans and androids – would be held accountable for their actions. When responding to a call one night, he met Y/N, a caring and sassy android that he never saw coming. He was still learning to deal with his emotions, but no one – not even Hank – could have prepared him for the overwhelming swelling in his chest and this need to see her again. Word Count: 2,527 Warnings: Angst, fluff, language. Possibly more to come. Author’s Note: I absolutely adore this game and Connor. Title inspired by Robots in Love. I will be using my Everything tags for this series. If you do not want to be tagged, I’ll remove you. If you are interested in learning more about the game, feel free to check out the Wiki page.
My work is not to be posted on any other sites (AO3, Wattpad, etc.) without my express written permission. Reblogs are fine.
“Vincent Cruz,” Hank sighed as he pulled up the attempted robber’s file. “Looks like he’s made quite the name for himself around Detroit.”
Connor was seated at his desk, scanning over the very same file on his computer. “He’s been going around town and dismantling androids.”
“And selling their parts on the black market,” Hank groaned. “We got ourselves a fuckin’ winner.”
Connor’s LED flashed yellow. “I’m not sure I understand, Lieutenant,” he admitted, clearly confused.
“It’s called sarcasm,” Hank scoffed with a smirk. “You’ll get there one of these days, buddy.”
“Sarcasm,” Connor muttered, the LED on his right temple flickering from yellow to its original cerulean shade. “The use of irony to mock or convey contempt. I think I understand, now. You strongly dislike Vincent’s actions, therefore you are ridiculing them with a positive phrase.”
“I ain’t ever gonna get use to that,” Hank snorted. “But, yeah. That’s it exactly.”
Connor smiled at the praise coming from his partner.
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