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Rockland. Her mind was fuzzy, yet she held the name close. Rockland. Her baby. Her old coworker had found her. Had reminded her of who she was. And the fire had ignited behind her eyes.

She'd fought her way out of Hydra's grasp, and had stayed in the brush as long as she could manage. The soldier had survived off the land. She'd gone days without sleeping, had hardly eaten. She had managed to find a blackberry bush, and some wild mint. It wasn't enough for a super soldier, but it was something. Her supply was dwindling by the time she reached the forest edge. By the time the property came into view. Great hunks of concrete and glass. For a moment she feared it was another Hydra base, but no. It was too visible. A part of her wanted to retreat back into the woods. She couldn't, though.

They had to have a bathroom somewhere in there. A bathroom meant running water. Which meant searing wounds cleaned, and a drink to soothe her aching head, and dry throat. She was so tired. Even trekking across the grass seemed a feat, never mind gathering the brains to strategize. She wouldn't be stepping through the front door. That much was certain.

@thehubb . . . this might be one of the truest things to ever be said about my muse. i'm so sorry it took so long to answer this . . . but i loved seeing it in my ask box. gave me inspiration at times when i needed it. so thank you for this. yes . . . pain has ABSOLUTELY made her stronger. hopefully she can find a way to also find a way for it to make her softer where she could be.

Ooooohhh okay. For this I only go with canon characters because ofc Ocs are written on point. I mean it's your own character you decide everything about them.

(Order has no meaning)

Thanks for the tag @thehubb !

The Killer

Was there ever a choice? Maybe, but that fork in the road is far, far behind you. You surround yourself now with sharp things, tools to harm, and they have become your only family. You are the thing that goes bump in the night, and you hunt for scurrying mice like a hungry cat. Maybe, just maybe, though, one can finally put an end to your hunt and allow you to finally rest.

Love as a Threshold

Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.

Thanks for the tag @thehubb and @neonsoundbite

Hhhmmm. Okie dokie can do!

Let’s go ants! We got another one!

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You got it! Okay ants, you know what to do…

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