Widowswail
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Bookmarked by Widowswail
26 Jul 2025
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Another mission gone wrong, another cold bare cell to wait in for rescue. At least he’s not waiting alone.
Bookmarked by Widowswail
11 Jan 2025
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Limit by Saber_Wing
Fandoms: Avengers Assemble (Cartoon), The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
05 Mar 2020
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Steve straightened and took a few steps forward, working his way toward a pile of twisted metal that looked slightly more lethal than its surrounding compatriots. Someone could really hurt themselves on that. Sweat poured off him in buckets, and he blinked it out of his eyes, shaking his head, as if to shoo a fly away.
Big mistake. Steve’s head swam in a way it hadn’t in years, and his vision blurred before he blinked it away, dazed, light-headed, more than a little stunned. He stumbled over a jagged piece of rock; limbs heavy, movements sluggish.
Oh. Oh, wow, he was dizzy.
Steve overworks himself. Tony is not pleased.
Bookmarked by Widowswail
09 Jan 2025
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we pick ourselves undone by laramara
Fandoms: The Avengers (2012), The Avengers - Ambiguous Fandom, Marvel Cinematic Universe
02 Jul 2013
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It might appear that award-winning surgeon Tony Stark, the head of neurosurgery at Shield Hospital, well and truly has his life together. Now if he could only figure out how to tell people that his father, world class neurosurgeon Howard Stark, is locked away in a nursing home with Alzheimer’s, devise a way to get Chief Fury off his back for good, and work out what the hell he’s going to do about the weird on-again-off-again thing he has going with the head of cardio, he’d finally have everything sorted.
Bookmarked by Widowswail
05 Jan 2025
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What else should I be? (all apologies) by foreverbeatinghearts
Fandoms: Masters of the Air (TV 2024)
20 Aug 2024
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Gale squeezed his eyes shut but it did little to stop the tears. He pulled his hands out of John’s grip to press the heels to his eyes. Guilt and panic were making it hard for him to breathe. To think. He needed to do something. Needed to say something before he lost his mind.
“No, no I need to- I need”
Language was escaping him and Gale couldn’t stop crying. His breathing was coming out ragged and forced. He felt like the abyss was back to swallow him whole. John took hold of his wrists. Pulling them away from his eyes and holding him firmly.
“What do you need?”
John asked. Sounding desperate. Gale bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. Tasting the saltiness of his own tears.
“I need you to forgive me. Tell me you forgive me. Please”
Or Gale’s guilt about leaving John behind manifests as a nightmare and John comforts him.
Bookmarked by Widowswail
05 Jan 2025