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Butterfly farm  by whatever_thisis12
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Steve Rodger's is on the run when he finds an abandoned farm to lay low in for a while. He thinks he's alone until a little girl finds her way inside. He's curious about her and where's she's come from. But she won't speak. Steve Rodger's being a good dad to a little girl, traumatised by the Red Room, but she loves to dance. Cover made my @isimowp
Zydrate Anatomy | MCU by isimowp
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Needles, serums, guns, and violence; all the hallmarks of her childhood, everything that raised her, shaped her, marked her. The laboratory they formed her in personified, cracked and scarred. Angry and violent, that is who she is. Raised voices and sharp hands moulded her, so raised voices and sharp hands are all she knows. If someone could mellow her out, she'd only describe it as a miracle, or maybe not. Without her anger, without her punches, she doesn't know who she'd be. Maybe she wouldn't be anyone. And so, when that person comes along, when someone finally tries to undo what has been drilled into her, she has to decide whether it's worth it, whether it's worth losing everything she's known as herself for so long to maybe become someone else, someone better. updates set in avengers: age of ultron published: 1/09/2025 finished: ??
100 YEARS OF WINTER - marvel by lexplanet
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James Barnes was sixteen years old when his baby sister came into the world, pink and wrinkly and screaming her little head off. And James? James was unimpressed. She was tiny-too tiny. Her hands were no bigger than his thumb, her head barely covered in a fuzz of dark hair. She cried constantly, made Ma exhausted, and stole all the attention in the apartment. And worse? She was completely useless. Couldn't walk, couldn't talk, couldn't even hold her own head up or go get groceries. He had brothers. Brothers he could roughhouse with and throw punches at. This? This little thing wasn't a sibling-she was a baby. And yet, despite all his grumbling, he still found himself staring at her when nobody was looking.