*ON HOLD* Blackbirds (Avengers Fanfic)
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  • LECTURES 11,218
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  • Parties 26
  • Durée 5h 45m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement juil. 04, 2014
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You know the saying; "back to the good old days"? Well, for me, that was a long time ago. 

I was forced out of my life, into one of death and destruction. I was kidnapped at the age of thirteen and was forced to kill people. I was kidnapped again then tortured to the extent of pleading for death to come with every breath.

Will these people who saved me help? Will they be able to save me from my past. The past that is following me, digging my grave, the blackbirds of my past giving what I deserve. 

I guess the good old days are too distant to even think about when my present life is trying to destroy me. 
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