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Gendry couldn’t believe it. He had survived the crush of the dead, even when he thought there was no way he would be able to keep his promise to Sansa. He dropped his hammer in exhaustion, wiping the sweat and blood as best he could off of his face. 

He was exhausted, but there was no way he would be able to sleep until he saw for himself that she was alright. He made his way towards the crypts, his breath catching when he saw her. 

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Sitting in the cafeteria at SHIELD Cillian sat alone as he finished his third tray of food, being what he was the larger amount of food was very much needed. For the moment he sat alone and from the looks some were giving him Cillian knew why. Being a defector and bringing some information on Hydra might have gained him entry and scored some points with SHIELD, but having albeit not willingly worked for the other organization gained more animosity.

@gloryxfades​ sent:  “Just pretend to be my date.” (For Pietro from Peggy)

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Cersei felt the world tightening around her, or so it seemed. Her handmaid adjusted the laces of her dress as she brought her cup to her lips slowly- anger brewing in her very soul. Control was necessary though, she was aware of it. Allowing herself to become livid was poor strategy on a day like today. The Dragon Queen, or should it be said her darling little brother, have extended a request for a ceasefire. Cersei huffed upon swallowing the sip- the familiar, warm taste of wine warming her throat and quelling her temper. Jamie had seemed to approve of the halt to the hostilities, but she knew this was just a delay of the inevitable. If her brother had lost his never in the matter, she would not. In the end, she was the only true heir to their Lord father, if there was ever any doubt, now it had become clear.

The Targaryen bitch would not be coming alone, Qyburn’s birds had informed them as much. No, she would be coming with all the rest of them. Her brother, the Greyjoy sea bitch, and Ned Stark’s bastard pup, who had taken to calling himself the King in the North. None of those she cared much for, not after they informed her his darling red headed sister would be accompanying the Northern delegation. Sansa.

Sweet little dove. Even her thoughts were laced with pure hatred as she thought of the girl. Once, when Sansa was but a child, Cersei felt some inkling of compassion towards her. True, the girl had been utterly dull and annoyingly naïve, but her engagement to Joff, who (for all her love of him) was cruel towards her, made the Queen sympathetic towards her. Cersei had even tried to teach her about life, about what she can expect from it. Yes, some might say her teachings were just as traumatizing and cruel as her son himself, but they’d have been for the girl’s own good, in Cersei’s way.

The evil little bitch repaid that attempt of kindness, remote as it had been, but taking her firstborn from her. Oh, the Queen hated many, but none quite as much as Sansa Stark. Her foolish courage and her belief that her bastard brother and the Dragon slut and her armies would be able to protect her would be that silly girls undoing.

"Stop fussing!" Marcus barked out, moving away from the other's hand that was trying to come at him with a cloth to wipe the blood away. Sure, the fight hadn't exactly gone as planned, Keanu had put him against some new guy that beat his ass to a pulp because he had to fight dirty (something Keanu had personally seen to it that the guy wasn't going to be fighting again for a while for) and now he had bruised ribs, a busted lip and other various scratches and bruises all along his body. "I can clean myself up, you know. It's a lot worse than it looks." Well, maybe not but that was the story he was sticking with.

Dean and Sam, the ones who 'rescued' her, were called Hunters and they pretty much hunt and kill whatever bumps in the night. Of course, she knew what they were. She had them in her world too. But no one fought back but only a few. The boys wanted her to be a Hunter. They told her that her other self, the one they knew and lived in this world, was a Hunter as well. However, they had also informed her that she was dead and how they missed her. Especially Dean. She could sense there was more to it but she didn't get into it. She had to process the fact that no matter what world you're in there is or was someone that looked like you but not entirely you. Sighing, Jo placed a thick book on werewolves on the mattress when she heard a knock on her door. "Come in." She says before turning to face the door.