Protect Me From What I Want by brody-lover, literature
Literature
Protect Me From What I Want
Sam walked slowly, but he didn't want to walk at all. His hand tightly gripping the fiery ache in his side he forced himself forward. He couldn't stop. He had to keep going. He had to find Dean. Dean would know what to do. There was a line in his head and he kept repeating it, using it to drive himself forward. It was a simple line and soon it became a montra.
"It doesn't matter how slowly you go, as long as you do not stop."
The pressure that he was applying wasn't enough, his blood was still dripping from between his long fingers, soaking though both of his shirts and his jackets. He didn't know why he wore so much stuff. It was too hot.
Childhood Crushes by BloodRedSilentSnow, literature
Literature
Childhood Crushes
Title: Childhood Crushes
Rated: T
Summary: Tony reminisces over a comic and Steve is there to here the story of a crush.
AN: First ever Avengers ficlet so please, don't be too harsh. Tony and Steve may be a bit OOC, so I apologize for that. Hope you enjoy.
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At the tender age of nine, Tony fell in love. Not that he knew what that was yet, he thought it to be adoration at the time. But when ever his father told him the stories about a blonde boy that went from being the most sickly man to a super solider, he always got a smile on his face and a feeling of happiness in his tummy. Sometimes he would just stare at the comics that he had and
What had appeared to be a great day had now turned very bad indeed. When he'd woken up this morning, Peter had not expected to discover the existence of flesh devouring ghouls and blood-starved vampires. 'Oh wel' he thought to himself 'At least these vampires aren't beautifully glistening in the sunlight to make themselves seem romantic' Peter's older sister, Jenny, read Twilight, several times a week he was sure, and he could never understand what was so appealing about a jumped up teenage blood junkie who was constantly torn between wanting to take you to the cinema or ripping your face off to get to the tender meat that lay beneath, which