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One Mission

Summary: It’s your first solo mission and things don’t go according to plan.
Word Count: 1,666
Characters: Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes
Warnings: Language, angst, blood, & injury.
Author’s Note: I have NO clue where this came from. Bloody GIF after the break. GIF not mine. Yours? Let me know. GIF credit [x]

You thought you could handle a mission on your own. You were wrong. So very wrong.

Gritting your teeth, your shoulder slammed into the wall. ‘Son of a bitch,’ you shouted.

You pulled your hand away from your belly and almost passed out. Thick red blood covered every inch of your skin, dripped off your nails and down your forearm. You were officially fucked.

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My Favorite Things

(This poem should be sung to the tune of this song.)

Hailstones on foreheads and raw throbbing splinters,
Black iron cauldrons and harsh snowy winters,
Milton’s Sin Lady holding Hell’s key ring,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Sexy incisors and crimson dripped nails,
Piercing your neck is my sacred holy grail,
Beady eyed bats with fluttering wings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

Secretive shadows and the clanging of chains, 
Bloody rotting corpses eating your brains,
Playgrounds at dusk with eerie empty swings,
These are a few of my favorite things.

When the gloom fades, when the scare fails,
When I’m feeling glad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don’t feel so bad.

LKT © 2015