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Day #23: Cry Havoc
Mar. 23rd, 2020 10:33 pmQuote:
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
~William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene 1
Fandom: MCU
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Cry Havoc
As Steve lay there in the smoke and rubble, his mind flashed back to Wakanda, to the ending there – Bucky tuned to dust, the stone ripped from Vision’s head, Thor’s desolation, his own pain. He lost them all, lost almost everything. And he felt that it was his fault. Through all the years and all the pain, he’d believed that right would win, but it hadn’t won that day.
Every muscle and bone is his body hurt. His lungs ached from breathing the acrid air. He felt a wave of despair so heavy that he wanted to give in, to let himself die right then and there.
But he couldn’t. He’d vowed on that day that he would do whatever it took to restore the world, to make it right again.
He sucked in as much air as he could and hauled himself up to his feet. He knew he was trembling. It had taken almost all he had left just to stand. He tightened the strap on his broken shield and took another painful breath.
He thought he was finally dying when he heard it.
Sam’s voice in his ear.
Cry “Havoc!” and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
~William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act III, Scene 1
Fandom: MCU
*
Cry Havoc
As Steve lay there in the smoke and rubble, his mind flashed back to Wakanda, to the ending there – Bucky tuned to dust, the stone ripped from Vision’s head, Thor’s desolation, his own pain. He lost them all, lost almost everything. And he felt that it was his fault. Through all the years and all the pain, he’d believed that right would win, but it hadn’t won that day.
Every muscle and bone is his body hurt. His lungs ached from breathing the acrid air. He felt a wave of despair so heavy that he wanted to give in, to let himself die right then and there.
But he couldn’t. He’d vowed on that day that he would do whatever it took to restore the world, to make it right again.
He sucked in as much air as he could and hauled himself up to his feet. He knew he was trembling. It had taken almost all he had left just to stand. He tightened the strap on his broken shield and took another painful breath.
He thought he was finally dying when he heard it.
Sam’s voice in his ear.