Above, the crumpling skyscraper quivers and groans like a dying man.
Bucky, over the radio, says with perfect equanimity, “About sixty of the
lizard-things comin’ up the stairs, Steve, no one’s told ’em anything about extra weight in a collapsing building, gonna have to jump—”
Oh, this one – I love this one!
It’s more action-heavy than things I normally write, which is one reason I love it – playing with a slightly different voice and style!
Also, Semisonic’s “I’ll Feel For You” is 500% a Steve/Bucky song. (Actually, so is “Follow.” I’m kind of amazed there’s not something – art, vid – out there with those lyrics: Take me wherever you go / Help me forget tomorrow / Love me your best and I know / All of the rest will follow…)
And on dark nights lit up from within by the cold light of stars and the full lit moon, while others dreamt of sugarplum wine and christmas cheer, she kept vigil. She carefully made her lavender tea (with a dusting of cinnamon sugar and an incantation on top), and she sat by the window, with her candle and Cassius her cat. ‘You see, Cassius’ she whispered, as he began to purr at the mere sound of her voice, ‘it’s not that people can’t do their own magic, or weave their own spells, but that most would prefer to keep the mystery intact. That it come from some other source, outside themselves. And I, well, who am I to ruin a good fantasy, or a good source of income?’ she smiled in her tea.
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