[OOC note: I didn't save a backup of this post, and LJ somehow managed to delete just the body of it, leaving only the comments. I have no idea how the hell that happened. But the contents of post itself were the last few issues of the Civil War era New Warriors run, and involved time travel, tying up loose ends with Night Thrasher's missing ( Read more... )

Jonothon could think of missions that had gone more smoothly. The trouble was, offhand, he couldn't think of all that many that had gone much worse. Which was saying a lot, considering he'd been through a few missions that had gone pretty horribly in his lifetime. And this was a guy who managed to single-handedly solve a mystery that ended with ( Read more... )

When all was said and done, Jono could honestly say that he'd had better days. Sure, he'd had worse days. His life, it seemed, was an endless parade of worse days, all vying for a position at the top of the worst-days ladder.

( At the moment, this one was pretty high up there. )

"I can't get it in. It won't fit."

"You're not trying."

"I missed."

"You don't know what you're doing."

"I don't know what I'm doing either."

"Concentrate. Become one with it."

"Not too fast. Take your time."

"Okay-- There it is."

"Ooooo-- Yes! I got it."

"Alright. Grace, turn on the lights--"

( Well. That had gone poorly, overall. (Cut for length and discussion of terrorism) )

Well, that had gone...

Was there a worse word than 'horribly?' There probably was, but Jonothon was hardly able to string together enough thoughts in order to make proper use of that word, at that moment. What Jonothon was capable of doing as the New Warriors dragged themselves, bruised and beaten in so many ways, back to their hideaway was keep ( Read more... )