Even the gentlest of souls experiences heartbreak. Even the kindest can be cruel. But what draws the line between reality and what is perceived? "πΉπ¦π₯ π¨πππ₯ π₯ππ π¨π π£ππ πππππ€ π₯π π£πππππ«π ππ€ π₯πππ₯ π π§ππππππ ππ€ ππ¦π€π₯ π π§πππ₯ππ π¨ππ π€π π€π₯π π£πͺ πππ€π'π₯ ππππ π₯π ππ." -βππ£ππ€ βπ ππππ£ π π πδΈ πε ο½π tΠ½β¬ οΌ³tππ‘Ρ? πβπΈαͺπΕα΅... DISCLAIMER: Marvel does not belong to me, just this character. Further Notes: -No smut or any mature themes -this is not a certain "x reader" story. I wanted to focus more on giving a story to a new character rather than making them simply a love interest.
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