[Avengers: Drabble] "New York in Autumn" [G]
Title: New York in Autumn
Prompt: writerverse challenge 28 December table of doom, prompt 02 ‘autumnal’
Word Count: 190
Original/Fandom: Avengers (MCU/movie ‘verse)
Character(s): Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov
Summary: Fortunately, some things don’t change.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
New York in Autumn
Steve stopped, just outside the doors of Avengers Tower, and took a deep breath. Natasha slowed, then stopped, too.
“What are you doing?”
“It smells the same,” he said, with a bittersweet smile. “Autumn in New York. I think I’ve been too busy to really notice before, but it does.”
She glanced around. “And that’s a good thing?”
“Until I shipped out for World War Two, I’d never left Brooklyn,” said Steve. “New York is so much different than the city I left seventy years ago, but it smells the same, on the first day of autumn. Gives a guy hope, you know?”
Natasha smiled, shaking her head. “I don’t think I ever stayed in one place long enough for it to smell like home. Is it supposed to include so much… exhaust fumes?”
“Yep,” he replied, cheerfully. “Exhaust fumes, street vendors, just that bite of chill in the air.” Steve paused, thoughtfully. “Although, there is slightly less horse manure than I remember.”
That startled a laugh out of Natasha. “Come on, old man,” she said. “We’ve got things to do.”
Steve took another deep breath, then hurried after her.
THE END
Current Mood:
sore
Prompt: writerverse challenge 28 December table of doom, prompt 02 ‘autumnal’
Word Count: 190
Original/Fandom: Avengers (MCU/movie ‘verse)
Character(s): Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov
Summary: Fortunately, some things don’t change.
Note(s): originally posted to the writerverse wv_library
New York in Autumn
Steve stopped, just outside the doors of Avengers Tower, and took a deep breath. Natasha slowed, then stopped, too.
“What are you doing?”
“It smells the same,” he said, with a bittersweet smile. “Autumn in New York. I think I’ve been too busy to really notice before, but it does.”
She glanced around. “And that’s a good thing?”
“Until I shipped out for World War Two, I’d never left Brooklyn,” said Steve. “New York is so much different than the city I left seventy years ago, but it smells the same, on the first day of autumn. Gives a guy hope, you know?”
Natasha smiled, shaking her head. “I don’t think I ever stayed in one place long enough for it to smell like home. Is it supposed to include so much… exhaust fumes?”
“Yep,” he replied, cheerfully. “Exhaust fumes, street vendors, just that bite of chill in the air.” Steve paused, thoughtfully. “Although, there is slightly less horse manure than I remember.”
That startled a laugh out of Natasha. “Come on, old man,” she said. “We’ve got things to do.”
Steve took another deep breath, then hurried after her.
THE END
Current Mood:
sore