Against My Will 2-15

There were a hundred things Ricky Flanagan knew he was scared of. About a month ago, that became a hundred-one. The Hulk — green, gray or whatever else the fuck color he went with — was just another nightmare, though… “Shit—shi-shit!” This was a reality, and right near the top of the list too. Both…

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How the hell is this line eleven deep? Eleven. On a Thursday. Eleven-forty in the morning and this many people wanted a hotdog. Do none of you have jobs or something? He wasn’t being hypocritical, of course, mostly because he didn’t have one. Not unless standing here listening to the guy at the front try…

The world rocked Clint entirely off his feet, the floor rising up to meet him as he went flying in one motion. His body was mid-air, already through the open stairwell door and spinning across concrete with a hard grunt. The agent landed hard, his sudden stop several levels past uncomfortable; the world still twisting…

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