Bob: My moms were worried about me not making friends with any of the other Hydra kids, and Wade just kinda showed up one day with the X-Men during a raid on our base and he punched me in the face. We’ve been friends ever since!
“This’ll be the day that I die Lettin the nigga bleed cause I shot a fuckin hole in his eye That niggaz’ brain pissed blood just because of my 9 Sayin, "Please don’t let me die” I let the muthafucka die The others cry and beg for their souls I killed 50 people now I’m diggin 50 holes One got away, Number 49 is runnin He fell a few times boom, boom, I kept comin You can run but you can’t escape And if you wanna know more, Yo I had a vision of a murder X-Raided sittin in the house with the 9 in my hand and a joint in my mouth"
So here it is. Nothing special, just a lot of my thoughts on season 12 episode 14 put into what the reader tells Mary with a little bit of fluffy cuteness at the end.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Excerpt: “Then why—”
“Because he’s not thinking rationally,” you said. “All Dean knows is that you weren’t there. Does it really matter why? And now he’s got you back, and, because he’s the ultimate family man, he thinks that everything is going to be okay. John isn’t here, but you are, and that’s good enough for him because now he doesn’t have to do it on his own. And then you go and do something like this. You tell me why he’s mad.”
The raid of a Hydra base wasn’t successful for the 107th hoped and
Bucky is among those taken prisoner. Meanwhile, Captain America stops
Word Count: 2,069
Talk about war wounds, briefly talking about Bucky’s torture while captured by Hydra
The 107th had headed to take the Hydra base three days ago. Less than half of them had returned and Bucky wasn’t among them. Losing soldiers was the dark side to war and you were rather familiar with it. But this loss was darker than usual.
You were still expected to take care of the solders that did returned. And they had returned in a mess; physically and mentally. With a large group needing attention, all the tents were opened to one large room. As you accompanied the doctor from soldier to soldier you searched for Sergeant Barnes. He had been reported MIA since the group got back but the lump in the back of your throat didn’t let you give up hope. However none of these young men had those bright blue eyes. No one had that soft chestnut hair that laid perfectly unkempt. James Buchanan Barnes was not here.