*Complete* A Marvel Cinematic Universe FanFiction Formerly Titled "Please Stay" When a nameless man showed up in Iris' doorway holding out the ad she'd placed looking for a new temporary tenant, he was nothing at all like anyone she'd ever encountered; he felt dangerous. But he also felt...lost. A part of her knew she should close the door in his face. But for some reason that didn't stop her from handing him the key. He was only looking for a place to lie low, a place to recover and start to regroup after what happened on the doomed Helicarrier. A temporary place where he could maybe begin to pull his shattered mind back together and begin to remember who he was...he'd been called Bucky? What he didn't anticipate was finding a haven in the skinny townhouse... ...and in her. *** Post-Captain America: Winter Soldier up to and Including Captain America: Civil War. Companion Story to "The Ghost" though it's not necessary to have read it to enjoy this one! *** First Place Winner in the Fallen Angel Awards for FanFiction First Place Winner in The Excelsior Awards in the Mixed Category July Winner in the Mystical Awards for FanFiction Third Place Winner in the Fireworks Awards for Fanfiction *** Votes and Comments/Feedback most enthusiastically welcome!

||COMPLETED|| She was not a hero. It wasn't because she lacked bravery or because she lacked humanity. It was because she was a weapon. Nothing less, and certainly nothing more. ~*~*~ Scythe's voice did not waiver, "There are reasons that people turn into monsters and those reasons are always other people. I liked solitary because nobody could turn me into more of one than I already was." Bellamy let go of her hand, "You are not a monster, Scythe." A ghost of a smile graced her features, but it was heavy, sad, and gone in an instant, "You're wrong. Ask anyone at this camp." "They don't know you." "And you do?" DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE 100