We sat on the top of a building, the sight of udder destruction. This was normal for me, watching people burn in their own misery. Watching them as they plead for their souls, I watch as that is ripped from their very eyes. Yet, I feel no guilt. I am emotionless, that's what everyone thinks. My face is always neutral, no sign of life within me. That was how I was for 300 years.
Until I was taken from them and put into a 'better' environment, I was used. But in a good way, my life slowly turned around for the good. The first thing that I utter after 300 years is,
"Only in the darkest skies, you can see the brightest stars.."
Takes place during the Age of Ultron
❝I've been falling every day
since I first met you.❞
stolen glances,
hushed whispers,
teasing breaths,
lingering touches.
𝘖𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙚, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.
─ tim bradford x fem!oc
─ the rookie; s1 ~ s?
─ slow-burn, flirting, some spice
─ updating every other day!!
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