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merisunshine36 for these very simple rules:
1. Post between one and four prompts in a single comment box. Your prompts may be het, gen, femslash, poly - anything at all that gives us the opportunity to explore female characters from their own points of view
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2) Betty Ross: In all science, error precedes the truth, and it is better it should go first than last.
3) Peggy Carter: “I love [war]. God help me I do love it so.”
4) Natasha Romanoff: to have another language is to possess a second soul
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The slap of leather against the faux wood of her desk is the only thing that can pull Christine’s focus away from the computer screen. She barely has time to look up before glaring black eyes are the only things in her field of vision.
“You’re going to get yourself killed,” Maria mutters, keeping her voice low since her actions have already drawn more glances than she probably intended. There’s real anger in Maria’s expression, not just the frown that’s always firmly in place while she was in work mode. Heaven forbid that someone see her smile and remember how beautiful she was, even with her hair pulled back to regulation tightness.
All the emotion in the woman’s face and voice makex Christine’s stomach flip over a few times before she’s able to calm her fight or flight response. In those few seconds, she knows that she gives Maria quite the show, all big eyes and quivering lips, but her smile is bright again when she turns back to the task at hand ( ... )
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With each word, Maria stepped closer and Christine had moved her chair back. Now, she’s against the wall with nowhere else to go. It’s time to go on the attack. Thankfully, her new shoes (cherry red stilettos that perfectly match the embroidered roses on the bottom hem of her pale yellow sheath) give her a few inches on the SHIELD agent. Christine stands straighter when Maria dares to press in, every inch the journalist that’s interviewed heads of state and royalty.
“I assume,” Christine says with every bit of ice she can muster, “they’re going to be very angry. But I can’t let these sorts of interviews dictate how I live my life. I like my life, thank you very much. It beats whatever padded cell you’d like me to stay in.”
Maria’s eyes snap with irritation but a crowd has begun to form around them. Her eyes promise this will not be the last time they discuss this. As she turns to leave, Maria glances over her shoulder. “Don’t be late on Friday. I’m making fettuccine alfredo.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
Prompt: Maria ( ... )
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