It's a hell of a thing.

When Ishiah first informed them of his discovery the day prior, Bucky had met the news with equal parts wariness and excitement. Combat is his first love, what he genuinely considers himself born for, but the prospect of adventure is a close second, as whimsical a notion as that seems when he knows deep down in his gut that ( Read more... )

June 17th, 2011:
"You're being stupid," he said when he did finally speak. There was no faux-casualness in his voice, no false confidence, not even the gravitas and charisma he normally put into every word; he'd dropped the never ending attempt to act like he had all the answers entirely. Instead he sounded as tired as he was blunt, like a man not ( Read more... )

“I’m home, everyone! Back from Sydney with the shopping!” Madelyne calls, her words echoing through the dingy rooms, sheets still strewn everywhere from the slow-going renovations. “Hello hello ( Read more... )

Waking up was surreal. It was too quiet, too still, even with the chirping quetzals in the aviary outside her window and the general noise and bustle of the natural world outside. It was almost as quiet as it had been the night before, after the party, when Rachel had arrived home to an empty hut. At the time, it was easy enough to write it off - ( Read more... )

Natalya had always had a head for politics. As a soldier it might not have served her, but it had gotten her noticed and turned her into a spy, and then it had proved integral. She had watched the speeches the council nominees had given, stayed through til the end to watch the former council member's tirade, and had found herself feeling not ( Read more... )

Jane's got a really good gut feeling about this one ( Read more... )

There isn't a word to describe how good Danny feels to be standing at home plate of a baseball diamond in a Yankees jersey. He's got a pair of jeans to go with it, making his attire at least fifty percent more casual than most days and the best part is that he's been able to leave the cane at home ( Read more... )

I have no idea how long I've been out for. I take mental inventory before my eyes are open- the damage to my shoulder, what must be a lung recovering from collapse, fatigue- and when they are, it is a familiar room that greets me. Foreign, perhaps, but familiar. I don't recognize the hospital, and God knows I've been in enough of them, but the ( Read more... )

Spoiler is heading nowhere in particular as she swings through Gotham's skyscrapers. She stays well above the bustle below. Usually she enjoys the stir of the city, but she needs the silence of the stars, the wind in her wake.

She went too far today and she knows it.

He's a grade A loser, Steph. He deserved everything he got. Think about ( Read more... )

Theresa Cassidy had left the Island. Cable supposed that he could comfort himself with the idea that she has returned to the same home he himself longed for but, in all honesty, he was still largely convinced that she, like every other person on Tabula Rasa, was merely a duplicate of the real Theresa Cassidy created for this Island and now, no ( Read more... )