im sitting in the retched cell, waiting for nick fury to stop blabbering on about how good this cage is. How it’s made for something “stronger” than me. I look at the door when I hear it open. I see you, god, you’re beautiful, gorgeous even. Nick fury leaves and I’m left on my own with you so, who are you exactly?.. I stand up from the small bench in my cell and turn to you
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