These Endless Days (Are Finally Ending in a Blaze)
Tatiana’s story; the city is blockaded and the citizens are desperate. Some a little more desperate than others. In the midst of this, Tatiana Fedorova is called, the previous Slayer having finally perished after two long years in a camp, the Watcher’s Council voting unanimously against any rescue attempt. Just fifteen years old, Tatiana is frightened and - trapped in a city fast running out of food and hope - she finds she has to fight off more than just the ravages of hunger.
Tatiana awakes on the morning of the third day after her fifteenth birthday - a day that goes mostly unacknowledged by both her and her family, because what would be the point - and feels different. Blinking into the weak morning light, her breath already clouding in the cold air of her bedroom, she tries to place what the feeling is.
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These Endless Days (Are Finally Ending in a Blaze)
Following the events of Civil War, the Avengers are disbanded, scattered and in hiding - and not coping all that well. The rise of anti-superhuman feeling continues, and it's not only the Avengers who are feeling the effects. Steve Rogers and team are about to discover a whole other world, and with it comes what might be the biggest threat they've ever faced.
Steve has to answer to Sam about his nocturnal activities after he explains Maria’s phone call, which leaves Sam angry seeing as he’s been trying to keep the team together and Steve’s been largely distant.
“Vampires, right,” Scott yawns again, waving a sleepy hand in Steve’s general direction. “Tennis vampires, or-” He pauses, hand out-stretched towards the kitchen counter, frozen in the act of reaching for what passes for a clean mug these days. “Wait, what? Like Dracula? Bleh, bleh, bleh?” He mimes fangs as he asks the question, index fingers hovering at the sides of his mouth and his lips pulled back.
“Exactly like Dracula,” Steve answers, a faint tinge of excitement in his voice beginning to rise as he turns away from Sam to the shorter man. Sam exchanges a short glance with Barton, who shakes his head and reaches around Scott to switch the coffee machine on.
“With the cape?” Scott’s excitement rises with Steve’s own, his tiredness forgotten as Steve’s words start to sink in.
“No cape,” Steve admits.
“Oh,” Scott deflates slightly, before brightening again. “What about bats?”
“Not to interrupt this Hotel Transylvania nerd party,” Sam cuts across Scott’s hopeful question with a pointed look at them both. “But this conversation wasn’t actually about vampires.”
If You’re Looking For Someone (To Write Your Breakup Songs About)
Steve Rogers is a shitty boyfriend. And Darcy Lewis is - finally - going to do something about that.
“Do you even want this?” She asked, quiet down the receiver. Restless fingers tangled in the phone cord as she waited on him to answer, the ancient handset bequeathed to her by Jane because Darcy Lewis could barely afford the sugar in her coffee, let alone fancy things like a telephone that wasn’t third hand and had peaked technology-wise three decades previous. “Do you even want me?”
The Lemon is in Play
The Lemon is in Play for @leftylain (and the #lemonrebellion)
This is inspired heavily by the ‘Travelling Lemon’ game as featured in Cabin Pressure. If you’ve not heard of / heard that radio series, for gods sake stop reading this crap and go listen to it.
Steve takes a dim view when the team want to play games on missions. They don't take an awful lot of notice ...
“No.”
“Oh come on, Steve.” Sam whined from his position on the couch. The Captain was stood in the middle of the common room, directly between the living area and the kitchen space. The team were spread across both areas, and all of them were getting on his last nerve.
“Absolutely not, Sam.” He said, wondering when it was that his team had turned into the sort of people that had to have this stuff explained to them. “We’re professionals. We’re coming off the back of the Accords right now, and everything that happened with that, and we need the world at large to view us as credible.”
Take Me Home (Country Roads)
Barton finds a young man hiding out in his barn and can't help but extend him an offer to stay. James knows little to nothing about farming, and he's clearly got a complicated past that Clint's not sure he wants to dive into, but can life at the Barton homestead bring the peace James didn't know he was looking for?
For @courtofchaos; based on this prompt
You don’t want to know how much John Denver I listened to whilst writing this. (spoiler alert, it’s a lot and I loved every minute).
Back in Black
Bucky’s the mysterious newcomer to Ramsay Street and everyone thinks he’s bad for Darcy. This is the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Australian soap opera style.
Written in conjunction with @latessitrice
In this week’s episode; Darcy cools towards Bucky following the revelation of his mysterious past with Natasha, Clint has both a problem with that and a Hemnes bookcase, Steve’s car suffers and Sam is Done With The Drama.
Back in Black
Bucky’s the mysterious newcomer to Ramsay Street and everyone thinks he’s bad for Darcy. This is the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Australian soap opera style.
Stop, Collaborate & Listen @latessitrice (partner-in-crime-and-crack-fic)
Dial 911 & State Your Emergency
“Oh no, Darcy, it will be much safer if I do it.”
“Look-“
“But Darcy, I’ll get it done with minimum fuss.”
“I never-“
“Darcy, just trust me, this definitely won’t turn into an international incident.”
“It’s hardly a-.”
“Steve, I’m watching local news right now and if I just switch- oh, yep, there you are. National news. In fact, the SWAT team helicopters are circling overhead.”
Distraction
Darcy Lewis is bored. Steve Rogers has a serious crush.
And Hawkeye always hits his target, even when hammered.
This one is ... racy, guys. Out and out racy. Darcy’s distracted, Steve’s distracted and I’m distracting myself from the chapter I really ought to be writing on You & Me (We Gotta Whole Lot of History). So here, be distracted with me.
Do You Want to Play a Game?
It had been Barton’s idea.
His idea, and his grey eyes crinkled and the corners of his mouth twitched as he looked over at Natasha whilst explaining it. The game, he said, was called Assassins.
Natasha’s right eyebrow raised at that, but she made no other comment.
Stark, also looking over at Romanoff, grinned. “Continue, Legolas.”
Sorry (Seems to Be) The Hardest Word
Steve was the first to appear, of course, shuffling awkwardly through the sliding glass doors of Jane’s lab.
Public Relations
“What did you just say?”
Steve’s voice rumbled out of him, low and angry. His fists were clenched at his sides and he fought to keep in one spot. A small part of his more primal self itched to reach for his shield, to send it spinning sharply and with razor-sharp precision, to express his rage that way. Steve managed to swallow that down. For the moment.
Stark sighed dramatically before responding. “Look, it’s not hard to understand, Cap. This is a PR exercise, and the one thing that we really don’t need is for Popsicle 2: Return of the Killer Popsicle to freak out and maim the journalists. Capiche?”
Doctors and Nurses
Steve rolled over, and into Bucky.
“Umpf, wha- Bucky?” His nose had met Bucky’s shoulder, thankfully not the metal one, and the dark-haired man looked back at him.
“Are you awake now?” Bucky implored, and poked a finger into Steve’s chest to emphasise the question. How long have you been waiting? The thought flashed across Steve’s mind briefly as his body tried to wake him up properly. He squinted up at Bucky, whose head was gently haloed by the weak early morning light that peaked through Steve’s blinds, and was staring back at him intently.
Mockingbird
Chapter Four.
The room erupted.
“Space? Fury, I am not going into space. There is no way on-“
“Sir, I really must protest. Surely a city such as Asgard cannot be breached-“
“Thor, you said that this was a simple mission?”
“Jane, my Jane. I don’t believe I ever said the word simple, I merely-“
“Fury, you gonna send Mr. Green & Nasty up there to bust open the golden doors or something?”
“He doesn’t mean any of you, he means me.”
Mockingbird
Chapter Three.
"This, this –" Stark was momentarily lost for words in his anger. "Delinquent," – he paused for effect – "broke into my tower and you want to recruit her?" Sunglasses discarded, suit jacket thrown haphazardly across the back of Fury's chair, the man was close to meltdown. Fury was silently thankful that Morse had not thought it clever to break into Banner's lab at any point. At least that he knew of.
"Mister Stark," He said warningly. "How I run my agency is hardly any of your business."
Mockingbird
Chapter Two.
It had been a week.
A week of repeated interrogation, a week of smiles and falsities, a week of absolutely nothing to show for the operation. The girl seemed quite happy to go round after round with whoever Fury wanted to throw at her, talking a great deal but ultimately saying nothing.