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It's AU time

Building 64 down in the East end of Brooklyn was not a fashionable place to live. The apartments were small, barely more than studio size, and the rent was pretty cheap. Not many people lived there permanently, most people only came and stayed a year or two to get enough money together to move onto somewhere better. But there were two residents who had been there a while.

Steven Grant Rogers, early twenties, who earned his rent doing tattoo designs part time to fund his college course, and occasionally dipped his toe into online art commissions. He'd moved in there when his mother had died four years previously, leaving him enough money to get by, but not enough that he could stop working. And right across the hall was Natalia Romanova, an aspiring ballerina from Russia. She was tough as hell, she had worked herself right through high school, paid her own way to America when she didn't even speak the language, and kept going through tenacity alone.

Somehow a friendship had struck up between them when Steve had been the first person not to look at her like she was an idiot or disgusting for not speaking the language. He'd helped her learn, and they'd been firm friends for the last three years. Everyone else was transient, coming and going, not really making an impact. Natalia had friends and a boyfriend outside of the apartment, but she sometimes worried that Steve never seemed to do anything but work and study.

Which was probably why he would be in his apartment when a loud crash sounded on the stairs outside. Said crash had come from a box of (now very broken) plates and bowls being dropped by the man just moving in to the apartment directly above Steve's, judging by the amount of cardboard boxes that were littering the hallway. He was tall, muscled, dressed in faded jeans and a hoodie with long slightly scruffy hair, leather gloves, and deep blue eyes.

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Steve's attempt to keep them seperate was noble but unnecessary. Thor would simple request of his consort and his consort's companion to return this world to the state it had been before the rips occurred. If all else failed, the Scarlet Witch could will it so. Sure, Thor was offering things of others without consulting them, but one did not get to be king without learning something of wisdom. And at this rate it was better to promise to assuage the fears of one man than to do nothing.

Though Fenrir was saddened not to meet the duplicates of his parents, to which Thor growled (playfully) and queried his youngest if he was not enough of a Father and so he must journey to find another, Thor agreed to the split.

There was just one small problem of cohabitation with a certain duplicate of his consort and Stark.

Leaving their cups and Rogers behind, Thor went first to Stark. It was he and his husband that Thor was closest to after Rogers and it was Stark that might be needed to do something mechanically minded on this end to affect the time switch.

He landed upon the roof of the building Stark housed himself in, a smallish thing compared to his grand towers, and shifted Fenrir from one arm to the next. "I see no entry way. How is it Stark uses his armour properly," Thor grunted before Fenrir pointed to the street below.

"We came through there last time."

So Thor jumped the three floors down to the street below, right passed Loren on the balcony.

Even if Loren had not been present for the conversation with Steve about his marriage in the other world, he had still known that a visitor from another planet had come. He had not realised the other Thor was here as well, but he did not for a moment mistake this for his own Thor. His brother was not quite so broad, nor did he carry children down from buildings unless they were on fire.

Dressed in jeans so tight that they looked like they had been painted on, and an artfully ripped t-shirt with mascara that highlighted the brilliant green of his eyes - for Loren had always walked the line on gender "appropriate" clothing and looked excellent for it - he darted back inside and to the door.

Anthony was sleeping for once, something he did too rarely, and so Loren did not go to wake him. Instead he pulled open the door and ran on bare feet down to the street to meet Thor and the strange child as they entered the building.

"I ought to have known that my brother would be so foolishly large even in another life."

Well now, this should be interesting.

The man in the lumberjack jeans and the plaid shirt with tied back hair and a fierce beard was the same as the one who had come to him in his dreams. He was Thor in features and name only, for this Thor was the stuff of legend, Might and Thunder built right into his core. His eyes were too blue. His smile too calm. His words could boom and even when speaking softly, they were more felt than heard.

He looked upon Loren with a familiar ease, though he felt nothing for this copy of his brother. Loren was not Loki. Whatever connection might be across time and space, across the multitudes of reality, Thor had but one consort and that was not Loren.

“Must you ever greet me with disparage?” Thor asked mildly, glancing at Loren’s outer appearance. It was the end of January in New York, cold and biting, and Loren chose to wear almost nothing? Of course. With worlds so close together, this Midgard was within distance of another where there was a Loki and not a Loren, a frost giant and not a human. There must be some natural bleed through that allowed Loren not to mind the cold. “It never changes. Will you extend to myself and my son your guest rights? There is much to discuss in too brief a span of time.”

This version of his brother made him uncomfortable, he seemed so much greater than human, and he feared meeting his other self. He disliked ever feeling inferior, and surely if he met a version of himself that matched this brother then he would be clearly the lesser creation.

"You have a son?"

He glanced at the small squirming boy with interest and amazement. "That is a truly terrifying aspect to the world you live in, but of course you may both enter."

Fenrir tried hard to get out of his father's arms. This may not be his mother, but the pale skin and green eyes had awoken a homesickness in him that had not been there before. Tears spilled down his face, heartbroken in an instant in the way only a small child was capable of being.

"I want my Mother," he wailed.

Plucking the child away from his chest, and upward so that Fenrir sat above him in his line of sight, Thor tutted almost too gently at his son. “Your mother is coming and you will see him in just a few hours. Do not shed tears, Fenrir. Our little adventure is not quite finished, but we should enjoy it while we are able.” He tried to appeal to the boy’s need to be ferreted out from the shadow of his brother. It was why Thor made time to take each out separately and together, to do the things that they each liked to do, and to love them as individuals. “Think of the things you will be able to tell your brother upon our return and…” Thor lowered the boy so that their foreheads touched and little hands grasped at his beard. His voice dropped as well, still a tremoring rumble. “Think of the jealousy that will be in Modi’s heart for he has yet to walk the Void.”

Of course, Loki and he could barely keep a thumb on Modi sometimes when the whim took him to teleport to Vanaheim or Midgard. Modi was more of a loner than Fenrir, though, and kept company with Sif’s daughter on most occasions. She was a very steady hand for him where the chaos Loki instilled in each of his children tended to fuzz the lines between what was wanted to be done and what ought to be.

Thor had to move sideways through the door to enter the garage and he headed up the metal stairs ahead of Loren, Fenrir still in his arms.

“One day when you have children, you will truly understand how terrifying they will make your world as well,” Thor chuckled at Loren over his shoulder, clearly misunderstanding his words. “I pray yours are less of a handful.”

It was a clever ploy for, though Fenrir loved Modi deeply, he did sometimes feel jealousy of his achievements in being the older brother and to be able to say that he had walked the Void and met versions of their family and friends that did not even know him would be a great thing indeed. It would be a story worthy to be sung in the feast halls, and that at least stopped his tears for now, though he held onto his father's beard and took comfort from his presence dearly.

"You are wed to a man?"

Loren was not homophobic, of course, not with his own leanings towards Anthony, but his brother had always been very firmly interested in women. To think of this alternate version of him with a man, for he had called the mother 'he', was very strange to him indeed.

Fenrir glanced over at Loren in disgust, real judgement in green eyes. "He is not right, Father, I don't want to be here any more. I want Mother, I want Ola, I want Uncle Anthony and Uncle Bruce. This place sucks!"

Thank you, Ola, for that phrasing.

“He is human,” Thor said with a laugh to Fenrir, knowing that he had seen that very look on Loki’s face many many times, and as if that explained everything, before he chortled in his commanding, shoulder-shaking way at Loren. “I am wed to a jotun whose true birth lineage does not include the propensity for gender. He has an affinity towards more masculine in appearances, this is true, though there are times when a woman’s guise is more pleasing to him. It matters not to me which he chooses. Our son is currently more apt to choose animals, is that not right, Fenrir?”

Growing up in Norway, Loren would not have been able to escape Norse mythos. Fenrir, the wolf-son of Loki, was a very well known and loved character in the cultural pantheon.

Loren had already been told that his other self was Loki, the trickster god. And if this was Fenrir, would that not mean he was Loki’s son? Did he not also look very much like Loren had as a child?

“But I must press once more on the time. I have come to tell Stark that the time of our gathering must be within the next four hours instead of this evening as planned. Captain America will come to tell you the same.”

Loren had always loved the tales of the Norse pantheon, they had been so much more entertaining than the Christian God and had been more relatable with gods that made mistakes and could be killed. Far more a higher species than an all knowing and all seeing immortal. He had devoured the Edda as a child and now he wished that he had not, for it meant that he could not escape the truth staring him in the face.

He was Loki. Loki was Fenrir's mother. Thor was Fenrir's father.

Nausea bubbled inside him all of a sudden as he stared with outright disgust at the man and his son, fingers twitching as if he didn't know whether to attack himself or these interlopers. In the end he settled on glaring at both father and son as if they had insulted him beyond words.

"Get out of my house and take your abomination with you. You and it are monsters, and I shall not now nor ever allow you in my home again. Gather your people elsewhere, and I shall come only to save my Anthony, but I don't ever wish to see your face again."

God only knew if he could face even his own brother again after this.

What a small mind on this moral version of his brother. Thor did not waste time being hurt or even pity. But he could not stop the anger at the name this creature called his son. Thor didn’t so much set Fenrir down as toss him, though the boy shifted into a wolf immediately and landed safely on his feet. He bared his teeth, more cute than menacing, but stayed in a place where he could dash off to safety. Asgardian anger tended to make it wise to duck for cover.

Overhead, the skies all but turned black and the rain and thunder started, flashing lightning appearing at the window panes.

“Say it again to me, mortal.” Thor had Loren by the throat against the wall at the top of the metal stairs. He could easily let him fall over. The moral was not his kin, was not his love, and he felt very little for anyone that might lash out at his children. Men had faced his wrath for less than the word ‘abomination.’ “My consort, the mother of the child you were to name lesser than you, saw to it fit to allow you the curtesy of once more walking upon this Realm as a man made whole. He gifted you handsomely simply because you and he share connection of being of the same energy across the depths of time and reality. Many, many have perished and yet he saw fit enough to offer you help during this trying time. And yet you call his child such an ugly, awful thing? You are nothing to me, mortal. I have sworn to protect this Realm and all others that grace the tree of Yggdrasil and are sheltered under Asgard, as both Thor the Mighty and as Thor All-Father, but know this, your life is easily forfeit. Loki and I share no blood. Our children may mix the races of Asgard and Jotunheim, but they and we are better for it. Now. You will apologise to my son for your small minded words and you will fetch Stark so I may speak with him.”

“No one needs to play fetch.” Woah. Tony wasn’t sure if he was more afraid or impressed. He kept his hands out behind Thor, standing beside the growling wolf pup. “I’m right here. And Loren’s sorry. So how about you put him down and stop making it hail, Thunderstruck?”

Loki was not used to feeling powerless. He may not have the muscle of his brother, or even the well-toned body of Anthony from working hard on machines all day, but he had a wiry dexterity that hid a surprising amount of strength beneath it. But he may as well be an ant before an elephant for all the good struggling against the hand around his throat could do.

But he was not cowed.

Threats did not scare him, they only made him angrier, and he barely even heard Anthony arrive in the room. He simply spat right in Thor's face, pushing all his disgust into the gesture.

"Abomination," he said again, enunciating the word he had been dared to speak clearly. "I share no blood with my brother, but brothers we still are, and what you have done is unspeakable. Any child of a union like that can be nothing else but an abomination."

That was harsh. That was harsh to say with the kid (err, wolf) standing right there. It was harsh to Tony's ears and he winced outwardly. Sometimes Loren was cruel in ways he didn't understand. Take that time with Bucky, for instance. Tony had seen him hit the counter precisely when he knew (or hoped) it would send the man into a tizzy. And now this. To say these words when surely they should not matter and had absolutely no bearing at all on his personal life--

Tony jumped when the power flickered. He couldn't see a thing as it went out, the electricity shorting as Thor's rage grew. Nor could he hear the words that transpired between the two, though he could feel them in his chest, like a low bass drum.

"You," Thor growled in Loren's ear, hardly minding the spittle on his face. "You have as wicked a tongue as he. Liesmith, fhey used to call him, for centuries longer than you have even breathed. Punishment for liars is swift and exacting upon Asgard. I have heard that there have been stories made of the lives of the Asgardians in the ancient past on some versions of Midgard so perhaps you know the punishment already."

Thor was not usually so wordy but he wanted Loren to be afraid.

"I have no dwarven spun thread so this will just have to do."

The punishment was very early the same. And it was far more kind than what Loki would do if his son was disrespected. Loren might have regained the use of his legs but he would lose the use of his tongue. And indeed, the full tongue as well.

When the lights returned, the muscle would be left red and bleeding upon the floor. Thor's fingers were stained red with blood.

"Should either of you decide not to be at the appointed place in the appointed time, I will come for you. You need not be living for the device to achieve what it must. Fenrir, do not eat that. It is blackened with stupidity. Come."

Fenrir did not show it, because he was a warrior son of Asgard and Jotunheim, but what the mortal had said had stung him deeply. He feared that he was an abomination sometimes, a half-breed of which only he and his siblings existed, no others of his kind lived in all the realms. To have it said by this mortal with his mother's face, it cut him down to the bone and nearly made him cry.

He managed to hide it behind awe as his father lost his temper. Thor's anger was mighty to behold and gave him strength and surety in how protected he was. It let him growl as the tongue hit the floor, before he darted after his father towards the door. He didn't want to be here any more.

Loren lay on the ground, blood pouring from between his lips as he retched and half vomited blood. The agony was intense, but it was the sight of his own tongue torn out that terrified him more than any pain ever could. All he could manage was a gurgling noise of fear and desperation, eyes turned up towards Anthony in a silent plea.

At Loren's side the moment he could move again, Tony put one hand on his fiance's shoulder and pulled the phone from his pocket with the other. He had Bruce on speed dial for a reason. That reason was usually for himself, however. Bruce would hear the phone ringing just a moment after the more massive version of Loren's brother complete with the little wolf pup that had kept him company one night earlier in the week arrived at his door and requested entrance.

"Banner, I need you to reattach a tongue. Come quickly to my place. All of the doors will be open. What do I... Do I put it in ice? In milk?!"

Tony sounded panicked but didn't give Bruce a whole lot of explanation. It was just another crazy thing to happen, like that isolated hail and electrical storm and people from other realities hanging out at his house for a few days.

Bruce was no longer surprised by his life now. Aliens from other worlds, and now a severed tongue, he was amazed that he had kept it together for as long as he had. He could thank his impressive self control, having learned all these techniques to keep his temper in check and now found them useful for other reasons.

"Don't put it on ice, that'll damage it. Put it in a ziplock back and then in a bowl of cool water, and call 911. Not me. Hospital now, a surgeon is needed within half an hour of the tongue being severed."

He didn't bother with much more than that, just hanging up to make Tony clear the line and do as he was told, right as Thor and Fenrir appeared.

"...a little busy right now, I'm sorry, I think I'm going to have to go to Tony's."

"No, Banner, you're closer than the hospital is!" Bruce could probably hear Tony cursing clear across the borough with the way he sounded as Bruce hung up on him.

Thor was more mellow now, his anger having ceased with the doling out of punishment. It was a good outlet for him and as King, it was a way to satisfy him without having to drum up a war to feel vindication. His child had his honour restored. That was all that mattered.

"I need only deliver a message. You are to arrive at the agreed upon location within the next four hours. We are ready to proceed with mending your Realm. Do not be late." Thor swung Mjolnir as he stood in Bruce's stoop and away he and Fenrir went towards where Steve had just finished talking to Natalia and the Thor that belonged upon this Realm. They had just seen Steve out and were standing there as Thir came crashing down into the alley.

It would take more than four hours to do an emergency surgery to reattach a tongue so that Loren had any chance of it attaching properly and healing up so that he could speak again. And, unfortunately for Thor's orders, as a surgeon that was Bruce's priority. He didn't go to Tony's apartment, he took a cab right to the hospital and darted into the emergency OR to assist.

Three hours and forty five minutes later, and Tony would get a text message from Clint Barton, one of the people that he had contacted and got to come out to the city to help out with this.

Fifteen mins to go. Where r u, man? U said this was important.

There was no way that Tony was going to answer. He had his phone switched off. If the world went to hell in a hand basket, so be it. Tony was well versed in how this would all play out this time around. His soul ached but he was a selfish man.

Luckily, with Bruce in assistance, that more than four hours of surgical time was going to be reduced to just under four hours. A good thing, since Thor had given up any of Steve's hope of getting out of this realm without being noticed. Since Thor was certain that they would be able to turn the time back on this world, he no longer bothered with being subtle.

The impossibly massive man strode to where their three missing counterparts were, eyes dark and full of thunder ten minutes until what Clint Barton had called Go Time.

He would carry them all. Even a recovering Loren. Again, his threat for dead or alive was left up for grabs. Tony and Bruce, and even Loren, could refuse if they wished, but they were all going over his shoulder one by one.

Loren had no way of refusing. He was drugged to the high heavens on morphine and anaesthesia, his tongue having just been reattached, mouth packed with gauze to keep him from ripping his own stitches out with his teeth. So Thor would be able to manhandle an unconscious Loren fairly easily.

Which might mean that Tony complied just to be near to his fiance.

Bruce was a little more reticent. He had handled everything that had happened so far by pushing it down beneath the surface, but he couldn't last forever without cracking and being carried through the air on the shoulder of a God was a bit too much for even him. He still didn't even really know what a normal doctor had to do with superheroes in this other world.

"I'm not good with heights, maybe I can make it there on foot?"

Not that he could. So eventually he would acquiesce to going over Thor's shoulder to get them all there.

A journey of half an hour took three minutes by air. Thor carried them all as if it wasn't anything and indeed, for him, it certainly was not. He was less careful with Loren than the rest, lending Stark to mouth off at him. Not that Thor cared much. And Rogers, both of them, could glare all that they wanted. A prince of the Nine Realms was not to be called an abomination. Not by one that looked like his mother. Fenrir would be traumatized. He was too young to fight his own battles. Thor hoped this would not have a lasting mark on his youngest. Fenrir was precious. And destined for great things. Terrible things, if the legends were true, but great things just the same.

The others gathered here were in loose groups and organized themselves haphazardly. No one really spoke except for Clint, who was about ready to burst.

"Did you see that?! He flew. The dude flew! Come on Nat. I'm not the only one here who thinks that's amazing, am I? Holy shit! Buddy can you fly too?"

The human Thor was dizzyingly overwhelmed. He was named for a god. He did not expect to be one in another life.

Bucky stayed on the fringes of the group with Steve, holding his hand tightly half to give and half to take comfort. He watched them all, strangers and acquaintances alike, and tried to imagine how they knew each other. Sadly, it wasn't hard now that he knew they all had movie counterparts... that meant that Edwin was actually an AI, or maybe Vision by now, and Wanda was the Scarlet Witch, and... Jesus, it was a lot to process.

"Clint," Natasha said, voice softly fond. "Be quiet before I punch you very hard."

Clint just laughed and threw an arm around her shoulders, far too excited to be threatened by one of his best friends. At least they were all finally gathered, though none of them really knew what needed to be done. Then all of a sudden a half rip opened, not enough to fully disgorge unwelcome visitors to their world, but enough to show Loki in full battle armour. He should not get involved while carrying, but one of his children was there and that meant he would be involved either way.

"Gather close and touch the skin of the one closest to you, the last in line must touch my brother. He is the only one strong enough to withstand what must be done."

The Tesseract appeared in his hands.

"Thor, you must focus their energies into the Tesseract and bind our realms closed, I have gathered dark matter to facilitate the return of you, our son, and Captain Rogers when this is done."

"There is one thing more." Thor felt nothing for this world of idiocy but he had promised Steve Rogers to look into it and so he would. A warrior did not lie to his fellows. It would lead to distrust and distrust was a terrible thing to carry into battle. "We would like to return this backwards version of Midgard to its state prior to the rip," he intoned with a hope that Rogers would at least stop looking so cross.

Beside Loki, a man in red and gold metal armor appeared, pressing buttons (or something) on one gauntlet. The Iron Man armor had evolved over the long years he had been alive and journeying across a galaxy rife with new experiences. The armor was literally part of him now, to be called up when needed. He had transformed the top layer of his skin to protection. Banner hadn't been too pleased about it but sometimes Tony's crazy just had to be unleashed.

For anyone familiar with the Marvel films, however, this was obviously Steel Man, Salvatore Bleak, a billionaire genius. The armor dissolved from his face, however, to reveal an older Tony Stark instead. "I'm sorry, what now? Time reversal? And you're letting us know literally at the last minute-- of course you are. Doesn't matter how many times things can be cut and dry, you guys just have to sprinkle your Asgard dust in everything and complicate it. Yeah. Whatever. Fine. When I'm not home for dinner tonight and I get the freeze out, you explain to my family why, got it?" Nevermind that Banner was in the same room as he was. Thor couldn't see that. "Oh Jesus Christ, you guys need to be touching like ten seconds ago! We don't need an orgy. Kumbaya would do just fine."

Linking hands for strangers on a street corner was not the weirdest thing that had ever happened in New York and the bemused and half afraid Tony gently took Loki's hand and reached up for Bruce's. The circle formed slowly but it did form.

In the world above them, Tony and Bruce were also holding hands as they furiously worked on the calculations to sent the earth back a full month to Christmas Eve. None of the conduits would be able to forget everything that had happened, but they would be made whole along with the world they lived in.

Some of the people joined hands faster than others. Clint was so eager that he nearly punched Natasha in the face with how fast he flung his arm out, and Wanda was always keen to hold Edwin's hand. But some were more reluctant, and a bit of shuffling had to take place to put Bucky on the end of the line since he only had the one hand with which to hold someone else.

The last person to take someone's hand was the Steve that belonged in Tony's world, frowning up at the portal version of his friend seriously.

"Tony, everything needs to be back as it was. You can do that, right? Buildings, lives, memories, it needs to be like we were never here."

Yes, he wanted to bring people back to life, but so much damage had been done to those in the conduit that it wasn't fair. Deaths caused, revelations about their other selves, it was enough to damage them all for life and Steve wasn't okay with that. But they had Vision, who had the Mind Stone, and Wanda who could manipulate reality, surely they could turn everything back.

"I mean it, Tony, everything. I don't care if Bruce kicks you out for a month, I'll explain to him that it's worth it."

From out of sight, the older Stark groaned. “Will you tell him to stop shouting because I can hear him?” he asked Loki, who ignored the request as Thor and he were already trying to fix the world. “I’m doing what I can. Better we scar a few people for life than have an entire world destroyed, right? Have I told you lately that you’re a sanctimonious—“

“I will make sure it is healed, Steve,” Wanda called, moving into the space Tony left beside Loki. Her fingers moved and danced, red energy pulling between them like candy floss and spiderwebs. Someone behind her, a child from the sounds of it, said something about whatever Wanda was doing being ‘seriously the coolest thing ever.’

Tony admonished him with a scoffing: “I swear to you, Peter, I will cut you off.”

“You need me to babysit!”

“I can make a babysitter!”

“Can we please focus,” both Steves below shouted and that was enough to let them finish linking hands. The world beneath their feet shook and seemed to melt as Thor took the brunt of the force laid upon them, bellowing a growl in all of his glorious fury. The sky turned purple as Wanda’s force joined with the blue light of the tesseract.

And then it was over. All those gathered would wake up as if from a momentary sleep the afternoon of Christmas Eve. And back where Wanda and Loki rested, families were being reunited. Thor scooped up his consort and Fenrir and Steve strode across the room to be sure Bucky was all right too. Standing with his husband, hands in the pocket of an expensive suit now that the armor had retreated, Tony grinned. “What was your favorite part? I liked the whole tongue thing.”

A part of Steve would always want to look down on this world and see how it could have been if Bucky hadn't become so broken, but that was unfair to the man that he had beside him now. It would play into all of his fears that he wasn't enough for Steve, or wasn't the man he really wanted to be with, and that wasn't true at all. It was just-- nice to see where it could be easier.

Bruce wrinkled his nose and shook his head, reaching down to cover Ola's ears from the conversation even though she rolled her eyes at his concern.

"No, that was not fun, and you are disturbing. Seriously gross. I hope you know that."

Bickering, but loving bickering, that could go on for years if they were left to their own devices. And down for Christmas Eve, Steve must think that he had got home from the tattoo parlour with no issue. No train breaking down, no horrible evening where he had to face what PTSD could do to a person... but no appointments at the VA either, no service animal, no admittance of a problem.

At least he would be woken up by a knock at his door, considering it was still just his apartment and not their apartment. Hell, they hadn't even had sex yet.

Just his apartment. Bucky didn’t know it was Christmas Eve. They hadn’t discussed what they were doing for Christmas. The alien invasion that would leave him shot would never happen the day after Christmas. It was just normal, a sort of flirting with Bucky since they’d barely made their feelings known. The fact that his other self insisted on putting everything back together again might have actually caused the most detriment to the man he wanted to help more than anything. He had no reason now to even look for a light at the end of his long and dark tunnel.

So Steve pulled himself off of the sofa and checked the time on his phone, rubbing sleep away from his eyes. He needed to talk to Natalia about the following day and he needed to see what Bucky was up to.

A thousand fuzzy thoughts swam around his head as he unlocked the various chains and bolts from the door without looking through the peephole. He felt like getting coffee, that was his only thought as he tugged the door open.

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I just had to google if a severed tongue could be reattached

I did the same before I had Thor pull it out!

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