Yes, I saw Avengers.
No, this didn't happen in Avengers.
A second story to follow in an hour or two to make up for missing Sunday.
By Mark L. S. Stone
“I don’t understand,” she said. “I’ve seen you break iron bars with your bare hands. And this?” She gave the leather flogger an experimental swing. “I mean, you took a tank shell to the face, and all it did was give you a bloody nose.”
“I don’t understand,” she said. “I’ve seen you break iron bars with your bare hands. And this?” She gave the leather flogger an experimental swing. “I mean, you took a tank shell to the face, and all it did was give you a bloody nose.”
“I know.” He stripped off his shirt and sat on the narrow bed. She’d seen him shirtless before, but he was so much more vulnerable now. “But it’s always been what I wanted. Can you?”
“Lie down,” she said. He did, placing his wrists in the manacles.
“I’ll try to,” she said, strapping him down.
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