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heaven's full and hell won't have me (won't you make some room in your bed) by voxofthevoid
Fandoms: Captain America - All Media Types
05 Jun 2023
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The mer's face is twisted into an expression of utter terror—so remarkably human. With all that hair, Steve can’t even see his gills. But Steve’s had over a decade of experience with things that look just human enough to make his conscience twinge, right until the memories wash away the guilt in a flood of rage.
He walks closer, circling the tank to get a better look at the mer. He’s a bit of a mess, covered in cuts both shallow and deep, with his shoulder-length hair all tangled. He’s bleeding sluggishly still, red swirls vanishing into the water. He’s not in as bad a state as he was when Steve was done with him. Mers heal fast—much, much faster than humans. Steve’s never found that particularly fair, but then, life never is.
He stops by the foot of the tank, peering down at the mer’s thick, long tail. Objectively, it’s beautiful. The color’s a pale, pearlescent blue that Steve can’t remember seeing on any other of his kind, and the fins are large and transparent, like pretty frills.
Steve doesn’t even need to close his eyes to picture the very same tail dotted red with the blood of his men.
“Hello, Bucky.”
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Some meetings are fated, but no one said fate's kind.