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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"strongAN/strong: Drabble written to "In the Darkness" by Dead by Sunrise. I just can't seem to get these boys off my mind lately. *sigh*/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"The Asset watches the genius as he tinkers with the chest plate of the suit, knife tapping against his thigh too quietly for even the buildings AI to make note of. For days he has been unable to look away- fascinated by the manic energy literally vibrating from under the other mans skin. He emwants /emto touch. Aches for something other than the utter stillness ingrained in his own body./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"His handlers do not know where he is. Punishment will be swift, brutal, excruciating when—emif/em—he goes back. The Asset does not want to be in the chair again and forget this. Forget him. The jumble of images, memories, things he does not quite emremember/em, calms under his voice; under the running stream of thought that never seems to stop pouring from those lips./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"The Asset wants things he does not understand. To run his blade across a calloused palm - and lick the blood away. To press close and feel the full bodied motions he knows the genius capable of. Flickers of deeper emotion pass through- frustration, confusion. Need./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"The Asset wants to emdestroy /emwhat he does not have./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Barnes, are you ever going to join me? I mean I know i'm good to look at, its me. Seriously have you seen emthis/em naked? But even I am losing a bit of sanity waiting on you to make a move," Tony rambles while his gaze lands on the space the Asset has taken claim to days earlier. The genius is more observant than his files or even mannerisms show capable./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"The Asset does not think. Does not need to around Tony Stark. What goes on in his mind eases around the genius; what option is there other than to accept the offer?/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"The Asset… wants to surrender./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"emChoses /emto./p
p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"span style="color: #10121b;"span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: small;"span style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: medium;"strongDisclaimer:/strong/span/span/spanspan style="color: #000000;"span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"span style="font-size: medium;" I own nothing or make money from the comics, movies or other media for this franchise. /span/span/span/span/span/span/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"strongAN/strong: Drabble written to "In the Darkness" by Dead by Sunrise. I just can't seem to get these boys off my mind lately. *sigh*/p
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p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"The Asset watches the genius as he tinkers with the chest plate of the suit, knife tapping against his thigh too quietly for even the buildings AI to make note of. For days he has been unable to look away- fascinated by the manic energy literally vibrating from under the other mans skin. He emwants /emto touch. Aches for something other than the utter stillness ingrained in his own body./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"His handlers do not know where he is. Punishment will be swift, brutal, excruciating when—emif/em—he goes back. The Asset does not want to be in the chair again and forget this. Forget him. The jumble of images, memories, things he does not quite emremember/em, calms under his voice; under the running stream of thought that never seems to stop pouring from those lips./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"The Asset wants things he does not understand. To run his blade across a calloused palm - and lick the blood away. To press close and feel the full bodied motions he knows the genius capable of. Flickers of deeper emotion pass through- frustration, confusion. Need./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"The Asset wants to emdestroy /emwhat he does not have./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;""Barnes, are you ever going to join me? I mean I know i'm good to look at, its me. Seriously have you seen emthis/em naked? But even I am losing a bit of sanity waiting on you to make a move," Tony rambles while his gaze lands on the space the Asset has taken claim to days earlier. The genius is more observant than his files or even mannerisms show capable./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"The Asset does not think. Does not need to around Tony Stark. What goes on in his mind eases around the genius; what option is there other than to accept the offer?/p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"The Asset… wants to surrender./p
p style="max-height: 999999px; font-family: Verdana, Verdana, Arial; font-size: 13px;"emChoses /emto./p