This my sensorial exploration of two damaged Avengers. There isn't much in the way of plot, just my ramblings on how the little things in life (a juicy peach, sunlight on polished wooden floors, the sound of thunder in the distance, the smell of freshly picked herbs) might...just might help keep the darkness at bay.
It may get slashy, but like some kind of blushing Victorian, I revel in the idea, but am incapable of committing anything very explicit to text.
