who ; Georgia Mason, Steve Rogers, and Shaun
what ; This is literally the worst possible time to fall through a space-time rift. The rift... doesn't seem to care.
where ; Junkyard
when ; Now!
warning(s) ; Impending zombification! Plus a suicide attempt (does it count if you're already legally dead?) and probably a lot of cursing. :|
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Every thought of the look in her eye, like a cold California sky... )
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Wonderful. Someone else has ended up here, too. He'd come back to the scrap heap to find his shield, hoping that maybe, somehow, it had ended up here as well. That he just hadn't seen it - he had been distracted. Disoriented from the impact of the Valkyrie hitting the ice.
Which should have killed me, he thinks, but that doesn't matter now. "Hello?"
He clambers his way out from between two piles of junk, stumbling slightly as he hits the ground. "Anyone here?"
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"Apparently someone is," she answers, frowning at him from behind her sunglasses. "Who're you supposed to be?"
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He comes a little closer, slowly, so she can indicate he's not welcome before he's in her personal space. "Are you all r-"
Steve cuts himself off with a frown, gesturing to his own arm. "Miss, I think you have something... I think you've been shot. May I?"
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She's starting to lean toward hallucination, on the list of possible explanations. She never had a superhero thing, but Shaun did when they were around eight... It's as likely an explanation as any other she's coming up with.
Georgia lets him come closer, but she eyes him suspiciously as he does, watching for any sign he's not quite as friendly and harmless as he seems. She arches her eyebrows dubiously at the word shot - if she had been, she thinks she'd have noticed - but she glances to her arm anyway... and it feels like the world drops out from underneath her ( ... )
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