Steve Rogers One Shots, what else can I say? This book is flavored freedom and colored American pride. If you're into Mr. USA, you'll enjoy your time reading this collection of original one shots.
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"You are so dead!" I exclaimed as I threw the door open. The smug bastard looked up from his book with a bewildered expression, looking at me with alarm.
"Brook?" He asked as he quickly shut his book and rose.
"You're going with him?" I demanded, crossing the room to stand angrily before him.
His face quickly transitioned to 'innocent', his green eyes too wide and unassuming. This face could fool anyone but his mother or myself. He sat right back down and opened his book. "Don't be ridiculous, I wouldn't buy into their foolish hunting trips."
"Mhm, well tell that to Thor, who is actually parading around the halls bellowing that he has finally convinced his brother to 'man up and assist him on a journey of courage to escort some gruesome trolls to the very gates of Hell'." I glared down at him, crossing my arms.
He winced, "that foolish oaf," he muttered under his breath, pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing.
"What was that?" I was beyond furious with him. Loki knew that he was small and weak, he knew that he wasn't some big brawny warrior like Thor was. Loki was strong in his own way, he was intelligent, cunning, and thoughtful. That's why I loved him, not that I would ever admit it to anyone, least of all him.
