Cassie's day had not been good. It had, on the whole, been completely horrible ( Read more... )

There certainly was a lot of rubble everywhere. Despite the fact she had a busted lip, one hell of a black eye, and more than a few bruises on her chest, Cassie was doing her part to clean things up.

The resistance was over. The bill was passed. Apparently, she'd chosen the right side after all.

Funny how that didn't make her feel any better.

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She'd been picked up on the causeway late morning, and thanks to some freak snow, it'd taken a lot longer than it should have to get Cassie to where she was going ( Read more... )

Sure, the Oscars were happening. Sure, there was frivolity about, as well as massive sadness thanks to the memorial service on the roof.

Cassie had her own emo to deal with, thank you very much. Like the fact that she'd pretty much told Teddy that it was his fault he'd almost become a scientific guinea pig ( Read more... )

Cassie sat down to write another letter. This one had a different addressee, though.

( Dear Kate, )

Cassie's day had been quite eventful, really. She really wished she had someone she could write to about it all. She'd normally tell Kate about it all, but... well, it seemed a little like a bad idea.

So instead, she wrote to someone else who'd never actually receive the letter.

( Dear Iron Lad, )

"You'll arrive tommorow," Tony Stark said, patting her on the head in that condescending fashion that he thought was endearing and father-like ( Read more... )