That Captain America Healing Factor Is All Well And Good Until Someone On The Team Has To Pin Steve Down

“She is ninja. She is death itself”

Enough of the trope where memory loss undoes the damage or the corruption or whatever. More content where removing memories just removes the context.

The tragedy of needing to grieve and not knowing what or who you lost or why. The angst of having trauma and being denied the awareness that it's trauma. The suspense of being different somehow and left to wonder how and when. The tension of knowing that something is off and you can't find where it hurts. The Adventure Zone gets it. Kingdom Hearts gets it.

There is an aching inside you and you don't know how it got there.

a coven of chaos indeed

It is my headcanon that there is a gun on the table in this scene because The Winter Soldier has been trained to arm any of his handlers who are not already armed while in his presence so that, if they so choose, they can put him down at any time.

Later, it takes Steve months to figure out why Bucky gives him a knife every time they’re in the same room.

When the war is over.

Cameron Klein, Sharon Carter, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff- at the epicenter of all of them, the conspiracy of Steve's disappearance and their collective rising suspicion.

So when Agatha woke up and realized Nicky wasn't next to her, that the thing she'd been dreading all these years had finally happened. How many times was it the reverse? How many times did she fall asleep to nightmares of just that scenario, of him just suddenly gone like he never existed, completely out of her reach, no way to stop it or even say goodbye. How many times did she have that nightmare only to wake up to him still tucked up next to her, his warmth and his scent still there, her still able to pull him closer and feel his heartbeat?

How many times did that happen? And when it finally happened for real, how long did it take for Agatha to fully accept that this wasn't another nightmare, that she'd never wake up next to him again, never feel that relief she'd felt every day for 6 years when she realized he was still there?

How many times after that did she wake up and still reach for him in those first moments when she's still more asleep than awake, still reach out for him and say his name only to open her eyes and wake up properly, and be trapped once again in a reality where her son's been gone 5 years, 10 years, 100 years, 200? How many times over the centuries has she reached for him in those first moments of consciousness only to realize that she's alone again, still, always?

wife

★I tried to shout, "I decide", but my voice betrayed me, breaking into a whisper: "Enough"★

Hey remember how Noir is an anti-fascist from 1933