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Shervengers Chapter 6"JARVIS?" asked Bruce. No reply. The eight people suddenly flung into motion. Sherlock, Clint, and Natasha raced towards the scream, Loki dissapeared into thin air, or so it seemed to John. Pepper, Bruce, and John all ran towards where Tony and Steve had gone. Thor bolted off towards his room. John, Bruce, and Pepper checked the restrooms one by one. No Tony or Steve. In the bathroom below the dinner room, one of the faucets was running, but no people. John saw a small spatter of fresh blood on the floor. He pointed it out to Pepper. Bruce had stopped a while back in the hallway, motioning for them to keep going while he caught his breath. The door too the bathroom slammed shut, and John and Pepper heard a muffled banging. John ren to the door, but it was shut tight. Pepper sat on the edge of the bathtub. John placed his finger over his lips. John was checking the bathroom for anything that could be useful when the lights shut off. He reached in the dark for Pepper's hand. Far off, the
Hospital Visit (SherVengers Conclusion)"Dr. Watson?" A tall brunette scrub-clad woman in her mid-forties stepped into the waiting room. John stood up and motioned to her.
"How is he?"
"That's the strange thing..." She shook her head and trailed off.
"Will he be okay?"
"He's more than okay. Are you sure he was shot tonight?" The doctor squinted at her charts and at him.
"One hundred percent certain, why?" John tilted his head.
"The injury he sustained seems several months old." She shook her head as if to clear it. "I shouldn't be telling you this," she mumbled under her breath.
"Is he conscious?"
"Yes, but he's in shock."
"Can I- can I see him?"
"Are you a relative?" She was glaring now, as if angry that she couldn't figure out the injury.
"Then no. Visiting hours are week days: ten to three, and weekends: twelve to four."
"What if I..." She raised an eyebrow. "What if I'm....his boyfriend?" John mumbled. He felt more like he was asking himself than the doctor. She rolled her eyes and motioned for him to f
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
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