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“They really didn’t want the mask to come off.” Hill thumbed through the scans, and pulled out a film that she then handed over to Sam, face mostly expressionless but for the flat line of her pursed lips.
Sam accepted the film and held it up to the light, angling so both he and Steve could see it, squinting at the outline of the Winter Soldier’s skull, and the blips of unnatural white that showed up, God, in his brain, not to mention about half his teeth, plus the mask, with its thin protrusions—
“Those are pins,” Steve realized. He looked over at Hill. “The mask—it’s nailed to his face.”
Hill’s face was as unmoved as ever. “Like I said. They really didn’t want it coming off.”
I’m sorry to interrupt my own regularly scheduled programming, but the mask fic is finally completed so it couldn’t wait !!!!
A fic being commonly known only by it’s nickname is pretty much a sign of success, and for this one, it is TOTALLY deserved!
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I suck at comments and I have finals to study for so I’m gonna cut this short, but SERIOUSLY GO READ THIS, IT WILL HURT YOU AND YOU’RE GONNA LOVE IT!
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