Re: Marvel: Rescuing the tiniest Alexander
[He came forward in the wake of that sway and Shane held his arms out, fucking ready to catch his brother before he fucking went right into that fire burning in metal barrel. Because the last goddamn thing they needed was him to be burned alive at 21, yeah?—But the kid caught himself on knees weak and Shane looked at Sam. Her eyes were on him, waiting, and his expression was long-suffering.
He grabbed Joey by the fucking scruff of his hoodie and tugged him a good six inches back from the open fire, rough, like the kid was nothing but a sweater and shitty beer.] Your fucking name. We're going to fucking get out of here, yeah? Come on. I got a place. Some shitty mansion or whatever.