FF->PP Post 15: TRYING TO WRITE, have a cookie
Yup, trying to write. Conversation around me extremely entertaining. Have a bit of an action scene that I'm not going to be able to finish for ages. Stella's first mission with the Howling Commandos, because nobody else besides Nick Fury will take her. She's ambushed; they think she's lost.
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The deafening bark of the cleanup frag, right on schedule, jumps all the men half out of their skins.
Fury smiles to himself and lights up.
The fire's behind her as she comes out of the night, striding over the broken ground, no sign of pain. Six feet of muscle and leather and stars, silhouetted against the burning battlefield, with blood and muck and triumph on her face.
Men jolt to their feet, swear, murmur in awe.
Stella drops her shield, cracked and scarred from gunfire, between Fury's feet.
"I think I need a better one."
Fury looks up with a slow, triumphant grin. "Welcome back, Captain America."
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The deafening bark of the cleanup frag, right on schedule, jumps all the men half out of their skins.
Fury smiles to himself and lights up.
The fire's behind her as she comes out of the night, striding over the broken ground, no sign of pain. Six feet of muscle and leather and stars, silhouetted against the burning battlefield, with blood and muck and triumph on her face.
Men jolt to their feet, swear, murmur in awe.
Stella drops her shield, cracked and scarred from gunfire, between Fury's feet.
"I think I need a better one."
Fury looks up with a slow, triumphant grin. "Welcome back, Captain America."
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This post is part of the Fanfiction Frenzy for Planned Parenthood, which is wired_lizard's outing for Day of Blogs, and has raised $235 so far. Like what you see? Please consider donating!