The Frost Widow

The Frost Widow

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If you bore the last name Parker, then hell is almost guaranteed for you. Ever since my parents, not like I can even remember them, died, my life has been pure hell. But I grew numb to the pain. The best advice uncle Ben gave me, before he was shot in the head in front of me, was that the best revenge is living well. He gave me many more advice since I moved in to live with him and May. But that was what I remembered because he had told me the day he died. He gave me that sound advice before those robbers came in and demanded money. And like the hero he was, though I never really believed in them till that moment, he tried to stop them. And I watched him die in my arms. And he knew about what I've been doing, he told me before he died. And even in death he gave me one last piece of advice. With great power, comes great responsibility. And I made it my responsibility to help those who can't help themselves. Even if they hated me.
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{completed} ❝You've heard him scream before. Hurt or scared didn't matter, his screams always sounded the same. But this time, they're worse. They're full of grief.❞ For years, you've been working for Hydra, constructing weapons, inventing new ones, fixing older ones. You're their mechanic. You're the best. But your mind is numbed. You don't think. You don't imagine. You don't dream. You just obey. Until they bring you a wounded soldier in need of an arm.

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