the assassin in black loved.
he loved a stick of a boy with golden hair.
he loved a toothy smile,
he loved bright blue eyes.
there is a chair.
there is metal where flesh once was.
and there is only static,
where there once was love.
the captain in blue loves.
he loves a beautiful man with caramel hair.
he loves the dimples that accompany a wide smile.
he loves clear blue eyes.
there is a man on the highway
a muzzle where there once was a smile.
and there is only love,
for a man that has none.
the genius in the metal suit loved.
he loved a woman with pale yellow hair.
he loved a soft smile.
he loved kind eyes.
there is a mangled car.
there is a deserted road,
and an assassin in black to blame.
the god of thunder loves.
he loves a man with greasy black hair
he loves a wicked smile,
he loves mischievous green eyes.
there is a broken body where a brother once was.
there is a ship full of dead.
and now there is no one left,
for a god to love.
the girl in black had no one to love
no one to hold her.
not in this place. this bloodied room.
the woman in black trusts no one,
but will kill anyone,
until the man with the arrows.
the man who cannot hear her voice.
the man who will complain of a paper cut,
but take bullets without a word.
and natasha begins to love
the doctor loves.
he loves blue eyes that have seen too much.
he loves a too-sad smile,
he loves muscular arms.
and when the horrors plague his dreams,
those arms hold him tightly,
and bruce is no longer afraid.
not with the god there to hold him.