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Edited at 2014-05-16 11:47 am (UTC)
Or, in this case, ride circles around their friends.
"Sam!" Rhodey sounded annoyed over the comm. Sam knew better. "Your superior officer says slow the fuck down!"
"I don't have a superior officer anymore!" Sam cut his circle around Rhodey short and shot forward, past War Machine.
"I'll superior your officer," Rhodey grumbled and pushed the repulsers a little harder. He had a bird to catch.
Natasha stretched her arms over her head and arched her back with a mighty yawn before she even bothered to look at Clint. He'd caught his breath, nestled in the luxuriant hotel sheets, but not yet bothered to clean up.
"You say the sweetest things, dear.” She flopped back onto the pillows and curled on her side, toward him.
“You put us in a lot of danger,” he added darkly. She heard: ‘put you in a lot of danger.
“It’s okay,” she said, quiet against his skin. I'm okay. “We’re safe, Clint.”
Edited at 2014-05-16 08:18 pm (UTC)
"I need more time," he rasps. "I need to see her again."
He doesn't remember his name, his heroic deeds, but he feels that death should've come in the form of a beast, a sword, a lance ... not a clock.
But the only thing he regrets is that he has not found her again. Silver hair, bright eyes, soft voice ...
There's nothing left of him, but he's still full of her.
Edited at 2014-05-16 12:46 pm (UTC)
author's choice, author's choice, Understanding why someone does something does not excuse them doing it.
“Where’s Ward?” It’s the first thing Fitz asks when he wakes to find Coulson sitting beside his hospital bed.
“You’re safe. He’s in custody. Garrett is dead.”
“Ward needs our help.”
“It’s too late to save him. He has to live with the consequences of his actions.”
“He went from one abusive relationship to another."
“I know.”
“He didn’t chose to be evil.”
“No, he didn’t.”
“He could still be a good man.”
“Fitz, it isn’t that simple."
“It could be.”
“No. He hurt people, he almost killed you and Jemma. That isn’t something that everyone can forgive. Not easily.”
Edited at 2014-05-17 04:42 am (UTC)
Author’s choice, author’s choice, if Heaven’s grief brings Hell’s reign
Author’s choice, author’s choice, you’ll not silence our voices and we won’t speak the oppressor’s language
Author’s choice, author’s choice, innate talent and potential vs experience – in the end, which wins?
Author’s choice, author’s choice, only half past the point of no return
"Did you just ...?" he started, bemused, and she leaned in to press her fingers to his lips, smiling faintly.
"I did," she agreed. "You looked like you needed rescuing, and I needed a trophy date for the evening. You don't mind, Mr Stark?"
He blinked, an odd little grin curling on his lips. "Pep, you just dropped the price of a few Ferraris on me. I don't think 'mind' comes into it."
She pulled him close, smiling herself. "Love never does come cheap, Tony."