Rough weekend for various reasons. But today is starting to look up. I've managed a rough outline to my own fic and worked on a scene. Actually writing, not just thinking. It's out of order, though, so I probably won't post it anytime soon. But, I managed to finish a few drabbles for
avengers100 last week, which is a major accomplishment.
Title: Embrace
Author:
lorienwillowPrompt: #7 Choose
Characters/pairing: Bruce Banner POV
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 100
“…maybe just good aim. You were awake when you fell.”
The motorbike’s roar couldn’t drown out the swirling debate in his head. Could he let go and trust the other guy to do battle for good? Could the other guy have enough of Bruce’s humanity inside him to actually help instead of mindlessly destroy?
The surprise on everyone’s face upon his arrival gave him second thoughts. But Natasha’s alarmed gaze upward at the colossal flying alien centipede strengthened his resolve.
No more debate. Time to choose.
Tossing a reply to Steve’s comment, Bruce strode confidently forward and embraced the rage.
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Title: Awake
Author:
lorienwillowPrompt: #11 Fight
Characters/pairing: Steve Rogers POV
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 100
Since waking up in the future, nothing seemed to make sense. Everything was confusing and disjointed, as if he were in Alice’s Wonderland, surrounded by creatures that spoke in riddles. Until now.
It was almost an audible click as the team assembled on the battle-torn New York street. The Hulk roared a challenge to the enemy as all six Avengers readied their weapons and prepared to fight for the Earth as one.
Tony’s voice came over the comm, “Call it, Cap.”
And for the first time since discovering himself a man out of time, Steve felt completely and vividly awake.
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Title: The Value of Grey
Author:
lorienwillowPrompt: #8 Black and White
Characters/pairing: Clint Barton / Hawkeye
Rating: PG (barely)
Warnings: None
Genre: Gen
Word Count: 100
From the moment that damned spear touched his chest, Clint fought. He struggled to stay put, to keep quiet, to stop helping this madman. But nothing worked. Or so he would have Loki think.
Get Fury out of the way (chest shot, not head). Gather men to help with the operation (skilled, but not the best). Disable the helicarrier (delay bridge attack until over water). Fight past Natasha (as if it were practice, not a real battle).
Loki was banking on his orders being as clear as black and white. He never counted on Clint’s mind being shades of grey.