[Fic] Purify
Title: Purify
Fandom: Young Avengers
Characters: Speed
Prompt: 052. Fire.
Word Count: 353
Rating: PG
Summary: For a certain speedster, the immediate events of post-Secret Invasion might go like this.
This is awful.
I'm staggering home, filthy, tired, sick to my stomach and exhausted. I'm just run into the ground, y'know? Fighting at super-speed for hours without having had anything to eat since breakfast this morning sorta does that to ya. I just wanna curl up on the side of the road and pass out, but I'm completely covered in Skrull and mud and it smells so bad that I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway. Not with the reek of rot and decay clogging up my nose. It's cloying and sick-sweet like puke, but it's got this sharp alien after-taste that sticks to the back of my throat like cigar smoke. Make me gag if I don't remember to breathe through my mouth.
Yeah, it sucks balls, I gotta tell you... y'know what? Fuckit. I'm never gonna be able to wear this uniform again anyway.
I just gotta speed up to the right level, focus and get past the burning in my legs. Okay Tommy, think about pretty things like unicorns and rainbows and cheeseburgers, mmm, maybe not because then my stomach starts growling, but just gotta hit that sweet spot where everything starts to glow and crackle and the air's burning past my skin and my breath is about to burn out of my lungs-
~
Anyone watching Tommy speed past would see a glowing streak of light flashing by, melting from green to white to black. When Tommy finally skids to a stop, his costume has been reduced to little more than a few streaks of ash. His feet are bloodied and the plastic of his goggles is sorta soft and melty and the tips of his hair are slightly singed and crispy. He's going to need a haircut when he gets home.
But even though he's alone and panting and naked as the day he was born, Tommy's grinning like a maniac.
He's clean.
"Woo."
Now all he's gotta do is figure out how to get home, seeing as how he's still miles away and completely exhausted... and naked too, but that might work in his favour.
"All I've gotta do is find a nice fangirl..."
Fandom: Young Avengers
Characters: Speed
Prompt: 052. Fire.
Word Count: 353
Rating: PG
Summary: For a certain speedster, the immediate events of post-Secret Invasion might go like this.
This is awful.
I'm staggering home, filthy, tired, sick to my stomach and exhausted. I'm just run into the ground, y'know? Fighting at super-speed for hours without having had anything to eat since breakfast this morning sorta does that to ya. I just wanna curl up on the side of the road and pass out, but I'm completely covered in Skrull and mud and it smells so bad that I wouldn't be able to sleep anyway. Not with the reek of rot and decay clogging up my nose. It's cloying and sick-sweet like puke, but it's got this sharp alien after-taste that sticks to the back of my throat like cigar smoke. Make me gag if I don't remember to breathe through my mouth.
Yeah, it sucks balls, I gotta tell you... y'know what? Fuckit. I'm never gonna be able to wear this uniform again anyway.
I just gotta speed up to the right level, focus and get past the burning in my legs. Okay Tommy, think about pretty things like unicorns and rainbows and cheeseburgers, mmm, maybe not because then my stomach starts growling, but just gotta hit that sweet spot where everything starts to glow and crackle and the air's burning past my skin and my breath is about to burn out of my lungs-
~
Anyone watching Tommy speed past would see a glowing streak of light flashing by, melting from green to white to black. When Tommy finally skids to a stop, his costume has been reduced to little more than a few streaks of ash. His feet are bloodied and the plastic of his goggles is sorta soft and melty and the tips of his hair are slightly singed and crispy. He's going to need a haircut when he gets home.
But even though he's alone and panting and naked as the day he was born, Tommy's grinning like a maniac.
He's clean.
"Woo."
Now all he's gotta do is figure out how to get home, seeing as how he's still miles away and completely exhausted... and naked too, but that might work in his favour.
"All I've gotta do is find a nice fangirl..."