hurt: metals fists breaking against your jaw, fingers pressing deep into purple-blue bruises. wild eyes, more scared than anything. screaming, animal and broken and wretched like angels who tear the bloody wings off of doves. god, who was never up there anyways.
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the undefining of steve rogers (stucky)
Fanfictionlonely: the concept of having no one and nothing in all the world. the day after v-day. the day after a helicarrier falls to pieces. an empty casket buried six feet under with the memory of a boy with the kind of striking blue eyes that stop hearts...
