His Unspeakable Mercies - betts
Summary:
Natasha gestures to his shoulder. “The scars. The stump. Put some art on it.”
“Oh, sure. Great idea. Point me to the magic markers and we’ll make a day of it.”
“Cap the sass, Barnes. I mean like a tattoo.”
Summary:
Natasha gestures to his shoulder. “The scars. The stump. Put some art on it.”
“Oh, sure. Great idea. Point me to the magic markers and we’ll make a day of it.”
“Cap the sass, Barnes. I mean like a tattoo.”