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Independent 616 Captain America || Written by Stevie

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02.10.2016: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

We played by OUR rules, not yours -- and the Avengers' rules have always been about saving lives -- whatever it takes

goldaltruist:

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                °☆ crimson  seeps  through  golden  fingers  pressed  tight  against  the  good  captain’s  wound.   a  serious,   life  threatening  injury.   Adam  is  certain  if  he  were  to  leave  him  to  fend  for  himself,   to  stumble  off  into  the  twilight  morning   &   find  the  Avengers ;   he  would  surely  perish.

       ❝  a fools errand,  captain.  there is naught the avengers can do against such a formidable entity.  the malefic being you stumbled upon hails from the void between universes,  a parasitic eldritch beast latched onto this very reality.  leeching joy,  hope hunting down those who fight for the greater good.  ❞   

a  pause  follows  the  Warlock’s  solemn  spoken  words,   aureate  eyes  drifting  from  the  man’s  pained  features  to  the  wound  below.  hand  stained  with  blood  begins  to emit  a  soft,   soothing  glow.    ❝  i will not see the most influential  &  benevolent member of earth’s mightiest heroes die this day,  not if i have anything to say about it.  so i ask that you remain still while i heal your injury.  ❞

@youusedme  continued  from  HERE.

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WITH EACH PASSING MOMENT more blood was lost from his system, and with it, his strength – the serums remedies and powers GUSHING out of him and paling his already porcelain skin. 

SUNKEN orbs of blue looked at the golden man — his breath becoming heavy, vision becoming obscured as pale azures SEARCHED for the meeting point between the two blurs until he could make out a clear figure, feeling those hands press firmly against that gaping wound. The searing pain was there, lighting up every nerve. His knees began to give way – the tall STURDY man that he was, starting to crumble— all ideas of composure being nothing more than dust in the wind. 

The man was kind– soft reassuring words escaping Adams lips, and Steve could only return a momentary smile before he felt his head WEIGH

     ❛  I’m tryin…   ❜   He said, gritting his teeth and TRYING to do exactly that, attempting to hold himself up upon buckling knees, standing like a man on stilts– unpracticed at that.  In all honesty – I know the others – they won’t STOP until they take down that guy—- they’re probably on their WAY now.   


‘ don’t talk. save your strength. ’

@goldaltruist

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WEAKNESS. TREMORS OF TRAUMA seared throughout his body like a burning flame, each gaping wound shed pools of crimson, each step required MOUNDS of energy that he simply didn’t have.

The man was a soldier, someone who was quite USED to carrying the heavy weights that were placed upon his shoulders, a man of resilience who would withstand a barrage of hits, time after time. However it seemed this time he had taken one too many, staggering with shattered bones.

Eased by the soft words spoken next to him, though glancing over his shoulder at the other – with stubbornness wanting to surface, yearning to keep on his own two feet, he slowly uttered a reply,

        ❛   I – I can’t stay like this… I’ve gotta… Tell the others.His voice was horse, blood finding a way to push up along his oesophagus with every word, which was probably why it was much wiser to say nothing at all.



                  He who acts with VIOLENCE takes the side of those who OPPOSE me! 

                                       If anyone dares commit such Acts in my behalf —- 

                           I shall see he WISHES he were NEVER BORN!

@goldaltruist


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