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Bruce was running. Lungs working at full capacity, he sprinted through the gates and slammed them shut, praying to a god, any god they would hold it back. He spied a mausoleum further inside the graveyard and made a break for it, sweat dripping from his forehead as he panted. No, dammit, no running out of energy now! he yelled at his brain, the silence still unnerving when he spent years listening to the grumbles and grunts and roars of the Other Guy. His muscles ached and screamed at him in pain.
The sound of metal being torn apart assaulted his ears. Downright terror drove him as he bolted for the building, diving through the doors and slamming them shut, barring them with a wooden beam. He backed up against the wall, wide eyes glued to the steel doors as they shook and wobbled under the Beast’s fists.
Images played through his mind. Tony bleeding out on the floor, Clint feeling the walls blindly for his friends, Steve grabbing broken pieces of his shield and staring at them in fear, Thor attempting so desperately to call Mjolnir to him, Natasha disappearing in a swirling mass of golden mist… Natasha…
He trembled in abject fear as the doors bent further and further, the hinges straining as the behemoth pounded at them.
She was almost through.
He should have never made that deal.
The sound of metal being torn apart assaulted his ears. Downright terror drove him as he bolted for the building, diving through the doors and slamming them shut, barring them with a wooden beam. He backed up against the wall, wide eyes glued to the steel doors as they shook and wobbled under the Beast’s fists.
Images played through his mind. Tony bleeding out on the floor, Clint feeling the walls blindly for his friends, Steve grabbing broken pieces of his shield and staring at them in fear, Thor attempting so desperately to call Mjolnir to him, Natasha disappearing in a swirling mass of golden mist… Natasha…
He trembled in abject fear as the doors bent further and further, the hinges straining as the behemoth pounded at them.
She was almost through.
He should have never made that deal.
Literature
The Trenchcoat
Author's Note: If you have not seen 7x17 then has major spoilers in it. Be warned! And I don't own the boys…sadly… I'm merely commandeering them in order to have some fun and to give Cas some well earned fluff time ^.^ Enjoy!
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~"Speech"
~ Thoughts
~Memory
"You remember?" Dean asked as he walked behind his discouraged and angry friend. He knew the angel was not mad at him, rather the other being was simply angry at himself. "You did the best you could at the time!" He informed the celestial being, the words rolling off his tongue easily.
He saw his (ex?)-friend's shoulders stiffen for a moment before a low "Don't defend me,"
Literature
Deception, At What Cost? Pt1 (Reader x Castiel)
Reader x Castiel
You, are the daughter of Crowley. Born to a Demon father, and a mortal mother (who is in this case, dead), you are the creation of the two. But you despise Crowley with all your might. So, you ward yourself, preventing any supernatural creature realising that you're half Demon, and propose yourself as a mortal hunter to the Winchesters. You have been hunting with them for a while, and have slowly gained their trust, but at what price?
Warnings: Mild swearing.
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"Are you sure you don't want anything, Cas?" Dean calls, grabbing the keys to the impala off the table. "Becaus
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Ohhh. Avengers fanfic I see. Interesting.