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HEROS OF THE WAR | James Buchanan Barnes
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Complete, First published Aug 19, 2024
'𝘐𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘌𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘵 𝘉𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 107𝘵𝘩 𝘐𝘯𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘙𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯'

"The three of us against an army of Nazis? This is going to be interesting"

~𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝,
𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪,
𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙𝙨 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪,
𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪~

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55 parts Ongoing

"Dale.." The words died in Riven's throat as he turned to look at Dale. Dale was lying on the ground, and his eyes were wide, horrified. His stomach was ripped open, and he was panting and moaning in pain, gurgling. Riven fell to his knees beside him, shaking his head in denial. Not Dale, Dale can't die, not him. "Just.. just hold on," "Help! We need help over here!" Riven shouted as loud as he could, hoping the others could hear him. "Shit, fuck, what do i do?" Tears welled up in his eyes as he removed his jacket, his hands were shaking as he placed his jacket over Dale's stomach causing Dale to gurgle. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, old man.. help!" Dale's hand touched his arm, and Riven looked at him as tears slid down his face, blurring his vision, but Riven could see Dale reaching for his knife. "No, no, we can.. Hershel can help you." He was trying to convince himself that Dale wasn't dying, but there was no hope for Dale. He was in pain, and he was asking for mercy. Riven reached for his knife, his fingers curling around the leather, and he sniffled, nodding his head. "I'm sorry.." "I'm so sorry."