When Howard woke up the next morning, he immediately shut his eyes again. So it hadn't all been a bad dream. He was still stuck here, in the wrong time, the wrong place, and awkwardly trying to get along with the son that hated him. No matter how long he hid in bed, reality was still going to be waiting for him when he got up. Sighing like Atlas ( Read more... )

Order goes posts made by Howard, then responses made to posts by others. Updated whenever I get the chance. If I forgot one, just give me a poke.

( Why don't you do right, like some other men do? )

To account for the fact a muse from the 1940's is going to be interacting with all sorts of muses and creating probably wrinkles in the fabric of the time-space continuum, here's the A Stark Did It version of why he's interacting with your muse.

After WWII, Howard became obsessed with Cosmic Cube. Power like that needed to be studied. If the tiniest ( Read more... )