Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.
Here, have Jemma Simmons geeking out over Bucky’s cybernetic arm(this is an excerpt from something longer I hope to start posting soon):
As it turned out, Simmons wasn’t a guy, but a pretty girl who barely looked old enough to buy her own beer.
"Ms Simmons," said Steve, straightening up as the door slid open. The young woman entered, some sort of device in her hands, and the door slid shut behind her.
"Please, call me Jemma," she said with a warm smile and a pleasant accent.
A pretty, British girl, then.
With a pink cardigan and a ponytail.
She turned her smile on Bucky but almost instantly her mouth became a soft ‘o’ and both perfect brows arched upward.
“The arm!” she exclaimed. She crossed the small room in a few short strides. “I can’t believe I forgot about the arm!”
She dropped the device she was holding onto the thin mattress of the bed and took his left hand in both of hers. “Fitz is going to be so jealous that I got to see it first!”
No but, when the Winter Soldier goes to the exhibit and reads how Bucky is supposed to have died by falling off a train. And remembers how Cap told him “I’m with you until the end of the line” and all he can think is “Holy SHIT WAS THAT A FUCKING TRAIN JOKE BITCH?”
Maybe it’s been said already, but…
I thought it was cool that Alexander Pierce asks to get Iron Man to come to his NIECE’S birthday, not a nephew.
Because superheroes are for girls, too. Well done.
HE BROUGHT IT ON HIMSELF
I actually found this pretty depressing because when Happy asks her if she’s boxed before, she looks so proud of herself when she says she has, and then he just kind of demeans her response by suggesting that she wasn’t a real boxer, and you see her face just drop.
Natasha Romanoff: professional to an extent.
She’s professional the whole way through — Happy is the one who isn’t just stupefyingly unprofessional but vicious in his attempt to punch her when her back was turned.
Literally. He tried to punch a woman he’d just met, before she’d gotten any gloves, before he’d explained anything else to her. Fuck anybody who thinks that Natasha’s treatment of him (which is so obviously instinct and training, not a desire to humiliate him, unlike his violence toward her) is unprofessional.
spent my easter afternoon giving bucky wings what even is my life