After the World Has Fallen~ John Egan x Reader

After the World Has Fallen~ John Egan x Reader

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.ೃ࿔ ✈ *:・ ᯓ ✈︎ ⋆°•☁︎ .ೃ࿔ ✈ *:・ ᯓ ✈︎ ⋆°•☁︎ 🗺️⁀જ✈︎ 𝓨/𝓝 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 around the 100th bombers base. She was wherever the team needed her: in the clinic, making breakfast, helping with papers and on some occasions, a flight nurse. She was quite close with all those in her crew, always joking around with those she knew, and greeting those she didn't hoping to make the new recruits feel more at home, if you can even call it that. Welcome to the pit of hell Hitler has created.
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Bucky's POV: Nat peeked, barely dodged another bullet. "I think that's The Red Angel," she muttered, sliding into position beside me. I glanced at her. Red Angel? "Didn't think she was real," Nat continued. "Thought she was just a myth. Supposedly trained in the Red Room. Or maybe Hydra got their hands on her first - no one really knows. There's talk she was an experiment. The kind that leaves a trail." She shifted again, moved to another position as the others kept the woman busy. I followed, covered her flank. Then Nat said the part that stuck with me: "Thing is... she should be old by now. But the way she moves? Doesn't look like any grandma I've ever seen." (...) Nat: "What the hell was that?" I didn't answer. Couldn't. I was staring into the smoke, my fists clenched. My breath shallow. "Someone I might've known," I finally said, voice low. "Someone they might've used me to create." Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, settings, or concepts belonging to Marvel or the MCU. This story is a transformative, nonprofit fan work created purely for entertainment. All rights to the original material belong to Marvel Studios and their respective owners.

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