Birthday ficcing
Working my way through prompts from my birthday post, and I also asked for some on Tumblr, so I am (very slowly) making headway and enjoying the heck out of it!
Just now I posted:
Soldat (TFATWS, Bucky & Zemo with bonus Sam, 2500 wds)
Not all of Bucky's trigger words were deactivated. From a prompt for Zemo finding out that some of Bucky's trigger words still work.
Earlier in the week, I posted:
New You, Old Words (TFATWS, 2700 wds, Zemo & Bucky & Sam)
"If you just tell us, the pain will stop." From a prompt for Zemo being tortured into giving up Bucky's trigger words. (Graphic violence + h/c)
yhlee also gave me a gloriously cracktastic prompt: Iron Fist coffeeshop AU in which Zemo is a customer. This is short and somewhat lost in the comments over there, so it's under the cut.
Honestly, Ward was the only person who did any work around here. Colleen was late, Joy was taking a personal day again, and Danny was ... meditating in the back, apparently. Ward swatted him with a pair of bagel tongs.
"Ow," Danny said, cracking an eye open. "You're really messing with my energy flow, Ward-"
"Fur coat guy is here and wants his usual. Go make it. You're the only one around here who knows how to do decent tea, apparently. And I need to change the filters in the drip coffee machines."
By the time Ward finally had a few minutes to look around, fur coat guy was, as usual, off in a corner with a cup of tea and a book. He had also, as usual, left a good tip.
He wasn't their weirdest customer by far, and he definitely wasn't their rudest. He was quiet and polite, he never did anything except order a cup of tea and occasionally a pastry, and then go and read at a corner table by the window, through which he occasionally glanced up at the passing foot traffic. He also creeped Ward right the fuck out for reasons he couldn't quite fathom. Something about the guy reminded him ever so vaguely of Harold, not in any obvious way, but there was something. It was like Harold on a good day, when he was dealing with people other than Ward: polite and perfectly nice, but with that coiled-steel violence under the surface.
"I think he's a spy," Danny said, pushing a broom in an apathetic kind of way.
"International assassin," Ward said.
He was well aware it was nothing of the sort, even as fur coat guy-the only person in Rand Coffee & Bagel at the moment-glanced out the window again. Spinning wild fantasies about their customers was just a way to pass the time. Still, of all the customers they had, he was probably the one that Ward would be least surprised to see on the 6 o'clock news. And, yes, that included Yelling Dude and the various creepy customers who hit on Joy and Colleen, and even the guy who regularly peed in the alley behind the coffee shop.
(When all the news about the UN bombing came out a few months later, Ward was surprised not at who was responsible but that they'd actually been sort of right for a change. Maybe that even meant Danny was also right that the big guy who came with the sweet nurse girlfriend was actually Harlem's Hero and not just a lookalike. But probably not.)
UPDATE: Edited to add another Iron Fist one, for a request for Ward dealing with supernatural shenanigans.
Ever since Ward and Danny got back to New York from Asia, having Danny and sometimes Colleen drop by his condo at all hours had become a regular occurrence. However, it didn't usually happen in the middle of the night, and they weren't usually carrying a ...
"... Cursed cat statue," Ward repeated, just in case he'd heard wrong the first time. He tightened the belt on his bathrobe and leaned closer to look at the small hardwood carving Danny was holding. It looked like a cheap tourist trinket. He'd seen a million of them on their travels together.
"Don't touch it!" Danny and Colleen said together.
Right. Cursed. Ward pulled back hastily. "Danny's holding it," he couldn't help pointing out.
"I can't put it down," Danny said, and Ward became aware of what he hadn't noticed earlier, being half asleep: Danny looked very tense and a little pale, and so did Colleen.
"What do you mean, you can't put it down?"
"I'm using my chi to pacify it," Danny said in that straightforward, earnest way he had of saying things that were objectively bonkers.
"And if you stop pacifying it, it'll ..."
"Explode," Danny said.
Ward took a few quick steps back. "And you brought it to my place why?"
"We need your car," Colleen said.
"You ... need my car."
"We have to take it out of town," Danny said. "Somewhere we can-I don't quite know how to put this-"
"Detonate it safely," Colleen said.
"Like ... supernatural ordnance disposal?" Ward said incredulously.
"We didn't want to inflict this on an Uber driver," Danny said.
"Oh, but inflicting it on me at 2 a.m. is perfectly-"
"Listen, Ward," Danny said, with that particular glint in his eye that had been a warning sign ever since he was a little kid. "I don't mean to rush you or anything, but I'm holding a magic bomb and I don't know how long I can keep holding it, so if you could just give me your car keys, that'd be great."
Ward stared at both of them for a second or two, then grabbed his jacket.
"Give me thirty seconds to put pants on. And we're buying coffee at the first place we come to that's open, I don't care where it is."
"We really just need your car keys," Colleen said, seemingly slightly alarmed.
"Right, like I'm letting you go blow up a cursed statue by yourselves," Ward snapped, and ducked into the bedroom. Step one, pants; step two, car; step three, blow up cursed magical cat statue; step four, strangle Danny. Typical Saturday night, in other words.
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Just now I posted:
Soldat (TFATWS, Bucky & Zemo with bonus Sam, 2500 wds)
Not all of Bucky's trigger words were deactivated. From a prompt for Zemo finding out that some of Bucky's trigger words still work.
Earlier in the week, I posted:
New You, Old Words (TFATWS, 2700 wds, Zemo & Bucky & Sam)
"If you just tell us, the pain will stop." From a prompt for Zemo being tortured into giving up Bucky's trigger words. (Graphic violence + h/c)
yhlee also gave me a gloriously cracktastic prompt: Iron Fist coffeeshop AU in which Zemo is a customer. This is short and somewhat lost in the comments over there, so it's under the cut.
Honestly, Ward was the only person who did any work around here. Colleen was late, Joy was taking a personal day again, and Danny was ... meditating in the back, apparently. Ward swatted him with a pair of bagel tongs.
"Ow," Danny said, cracking an eye open. "You're really messing with my energy flow, Ward-"
"Fur coat guy is here and wants his usual. Go make it. You're the only one around here who knows how to do decent tea, apparently. And I need to change the filters in the drip coffee machines."
By the time Ward finally had a few minutes to look around, fur coat guy was, as usual, off in a corner with a cup of tea and a book. He had also, as usual, left a good tip.
He wasn't their weirdest customer by far, and he definitely wasn't their rudest. He was quiet and polite, he never did anything except order a cup of tea and occasionally a pastry, and then go and read at a corner table by the window, through which he occasionally glanced up at the passing foot traffic. He also creeped Ward right the fuck out for reasons he couldn't quite fathom. Something about the guy reminded him ever so vaguely of Harold, not in any obvious way, but there was something. It was like Harold on a good day, when he was dealing with people other than Ward: polite and perfectly nice, but with that coiled-steel violence under the surface.
"I think he's a spy," Danny said, pushing a broom in an apathetic kind of way.
"International assassin," Ward said.
He was well aware it was nothing of the sort, even as fur coat guy-the only person in Rand Coffee & Bagel at the moment-glanced out the window again. Spinning wild fantasies about their customers was just a way to pass the time. Still, of all the customers they had, he was probably the one that Ward would be least surprised to see on the 6 o'clock news. And, yes, that included Yelling Dude and the various creepy customers who hit on Joy and Colleen, and even the guy who regularly peed in the alley behind the coffee shop.
(When all the news about the UN bombing came out a few months later, Ward was surprised not at who was responsible but that they'd actually been sort of right for a change. Maybe that even meant Danny was also right that the big guy who came with the sweet nurse girlfriend was actually Harlem's Hero and not just a lookalike. But probably not.)
UPDATE: Edited to add another Iron Fist one, for a request for Ward dealing with supernatural shenanigans.
Ever since Ward and Danny got back to New York from Asia, having Danny and sometimes Colleen drop by his condo at all hours had become a regular occurrence. However, it didn't usually happen in the middle of the night, and they weren't usually carrying a ...
"... Cursed cat statue," Ward repeated, just in case he'd heard wrong the first time. He tightened the belt on his bathrobe and leaned closer to look at the small hardwood carving Danny was holding. It looked like a cheap tourist trinket. He'd seen a million of them on their travels together.
"Don't touch it!" Danny and Colleen said together.
Right. Cursed. Ward pulled back hastily. "Danny's holding it," he couldn't help pointing out.
"I can't put it down," Danny said, and Ward became aware of what he hadn't noticed earlier, being half asleep: Danny looked very tense and a little pale, and so did Colleen.
"What do you mean, you can't put it down?"
"I'm using my chi to pacify it," Danny said in that straightforward, earnest way he had of saying things that were objectively bonkers.
"And if you stop pacifying it, it'll ..."
"Explode," Danny said.
Ward took a few quick steps back. "And you brought it to my place why?"
"We need your car," Colleen said.
"You ... need my car."
"We have to take it out of town," Danny said. "Somewhere we can-I don't quite know how to put this-"
"Detonate it safely," Colleen said.
"Like ... supernatural ordnance disposal?" Ward said incredulously.
"We didn't want to inflict this on an Uber driver," Danny said.
"Oh, but inflicting it on me at 2 a.m. is perfectly-"
"Listen, Ward," Danny said, with that particular glint in his eye that had been a warning sign ever since he was a little kid. "I don't mean to rush you or anything, but I'm holding a magic bomb and I don't know how long I can keep holding it, so if you could just give me your car keys, that'd be great."
Ward stared at both of them for a second or two, then grabbed his jacket.
"Give me thirty seconds to put pants on. And we're buying coffee at the first place we come to that's open, I don't care where it is."
"We really just need your car keys," Colleen said, seemingly slightly alarmed.
"Right, like I'm letting you go blow up a cursed statue by yourselves," Ward snapped, and ducked into the bedroom. Step one, pants; step two, car; step three, blow up cursed magical cat statue; step four, strangle Danny. Typical Saturday night, in other words.
This entry is also posted at https://sholio.dreamwidth.org/1403770.html with
comments.