Fics like Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby ('cause I'll be standing on the side when you check it out)

Now that a few seconds have passed and the shock and confusion of waking up not in an alternate hell dimension while getting eaten by demon bats or strangled by tentacles has worn off enough, Steve is now very, very aware that he’s awake, thank you. Because holy fucking shit every inch of his body hurts. Even more than the time Billy Hargrove nearly beat him to death, gave him a black eye, a concussion, and two broken ribs. When those crazy mall Russians had given him some more head trauma to add to his growing collection, not to mention nearly knocked his teeth out. That had felt like a goddamn picnic compared to what’s going on where all those demobats had ripped into his sides. “Yeah,” Steve hisses (because maybe talking will distract him, who fucking knows), “—I kinda gathered that when I woke up with you gawking at me. I mean, you’re a cool dude, Munson, but you wouldn’t be the main attraction in my afterlife, man. No offense.” “Hey, man. None taken. I’m still stuck on the fact that King Steve thinks I’m a cool dude.”

Fics like Don't you worry 'bout a thing, baby ('cause I'll be standing on the side when you check it out)

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