RaiMitsu1938

"Sam I think it's time for us to take a road trip, " Natasha stated as she plopped down on the kitchen stool in front of her fellow Avenger."Road trip? " Sam sputtered putting his coffee mug down and wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. Nat, Christmas is day after tomorrow!  What could possibly...?"Sam trailed off as Nat slid a sheet of paper across the counter.It was a letter but not just any letter, Sam would recognize Steve Rogers' handwriting anywhere."Nat...where'd you...?""Read it Sam," she pressed.He looked at her uncomfortably. Steve was his friend and it seemed wrong to pry into the contents of the Captain's personal thou...

You Can Drag me Through Hell... If it Means I Can Hold Your Hand (Or: I Wanna Put My Boots on and March to the Front Lines) Alright those that have seen all the trailers for CA:CW will know EXACTLY what scenes this comes from. I'm not going into any further description than that. So without further ado...Bucky stared at the row of guns in front of him, the gravity of what was coming burning in his mind. They were at the point of no return and the darkest of thoughts clamored for his attention despite his best efforts. "What if Steve doesn't make it?" Steve silently watched Bucky from the doorway reflecting the other man's grim expression ...

“Karma mais she’s a bitch,” Remy groaned as he lay on his back a little longer. A steady cascade of ceiling dust fell into his face and hair and as he coughed. Silently he thanked whatever Saints he could that he was alive and then struggled to sit up. Nearby, Sabertooth growled and the rubble shifted. " 'E couldn't stay down for ten more minutes?" Remy thought bleakly. He took stock mentally, nothing broken, a few scrapes, and his right temple felt like it was about to hatch judging by the lump he found there. Seemed his 'luck' had held out after all."Nice trick," Creed growled shoving a piece of concrete to the side. "That it? Or is it ...