The drive over to Fandom (no, not across the country - from the airport where he'd met up with his car again) had had something of a soothing effect on Jackson. Somewhat. Not a lot. He was still pretty pissed that he'd been sent here in the first place, but at least he'd managed to get the scowl off his face for now.

Of course, parking his Porsche ( Read more... )

Steve's Harley had been acting up a little lately, so Steve had decided to channel some of his extra...energy into fixing it. Which was how he found himself crouched in the parking lot next to said motorcycle, wielding a wrench and wearing an old t-shirt and jeans despite the fact that it was February, because he didn't get cold and saw no reason ( Read more... )

Selkie...

The residents of Fandom had long memories, as did Fandom herself. Long memories and many residents.

Peak!

Cove!

Peak!

Cove!

Peak!

Doink-doink!

Cove!

Chunk-chunk!

Screw this, thought Fandom, when there was enough of her remembered for her to remember she was sentient and could remember too ( Read more... )

"I kept my grades up all year, and kept a job, and didn't get in trouble, so... Triumph." Dinah beamed at her dad, still looking for his approval. "Isn't it cool?"

[for the phantoms]

Marcus had made it a hundred and fifty miles or so before he'd had to return to Fandom ( Read more... )

If anyone was around, they would have seen a familiar looking truck pulling into the parking lot by the causeway that night ( Read more... )

Steve had left his phone behind when he went for his morning run, and there was a message from Natasha on it when he returned: his presence was requested in DC that night, no details. It was weird, but not unheard of, and the day Natalya Romanova wasn't vague in a voicemail was the day she'd hang up her stingers. But the news couldn't be good or ( Read more... )