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Apostate 1
Warnings: violence, further tags to be added in next chapter.
This is dark!(hydra!)Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You notice something about Steve.
Note: Okey dokey. Here’s the long awaited Hydra Steve! There will be a second part and this will be reblogged with tags as well. Thanks to everyone for the encouragement. If y’all want the inspo for this one, here it is. Thank you. Love you guys!
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It started with a look. Funny how the eyes could betray so much; elation, devastation, knowing. The dilation of a pupil, the glare of an iris as it caught the light, the dullness that could mute feigned surprise.
Steve was a bad actor, or perhaps it was an unusual slip. Perhaps there was more to the performance; a secret harboured so long it grew light and easy. That it no longer took great effort to carry.
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Apostate 2
Warnings: violence, needles, nonconsensual sex. (<— hey you see that, that’s a warning, please heed it.)
This is dark!(hydra!)Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: You awake to a startling revelation.
Note: Special shoutout to @buckybarnesplumwhore and @opheliadawnwalker3 who listened to me rant about this idea and I forgot to mention them before so shame on me. This is the conclusion of this two-parter and there is unlikely to be more but as always, it’s never impossible.
Thanks to everyone for the encouragement. If y’all want the inspo for this one, here it is. Thank you. Love you guys!
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You awoke to voices. An argument distant as your eyelids refused to part more than a slit. You were weak, your throat burned, and your head pulsed. You laid on something cold and hard. The light was bright and blinding and your eyes watered as you fought to open them wider. Your arm was heavy as you dragged it over your torso and touched your cheekbone, bruised from the brick wall.
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