Disclaimer time. I don't own him, Marvel does. All hail the mighty Marvel, they who do not sue fanficcers who have no money anyway and aren't getting paid in anything but (hopefully ;-)) feedback.
...Did You Know It?
by TM
I don't know why I
feel it but I do.
I don't know why I say it but it's true.
It's just
something that happens
It's not something that's new
I don't know how I
know it but I do.
I look at the words on the page and curse. Bad enough that I get the itch sometimes, and just have to write something down. Worse that it's always when I'm already upset about something, and the words always reflect what I'm really feeling. But I've been here so long now that I've gotten into the habit of writing in English. And if anyone read this piece of tripe, the secret's out. I'd never live it down.
Bad enough I did it back home. My adoptive brother used to tease me unmercifully about how I had this thing about words, how I'd play with them until they were right. But that was just him, and my wife, and they would never tell anyone. Even he only teased me about it when we were in private.
If anyone here knew, my reputation for a cold, hardhearted bastard would go straight out the window.
I don't even want to think about how the others would react if they realized their time-travelling, heartless, obsessive, anal-retentive ex-mercenary Summers was a poet.