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i've got this whole blog here doing nothing and all these bits of fics taking up space so voila! heads up these posts will be Very Rough! i'm not editing shit.
let's start with the end, part two (part one is here), mostly written in 2012.
this was my attempt at doing an epic plotty thing that resolved all the dangling participles left from avengers. because i am allergic to anything requiring, like, organized thought, i ended up chopping it in half, making it just a story about steve gradually developing relationships with each of the group. this appeared to have been very confusing for readers. it got like 5x as many hits as the preceding fic in the series and less than half the kudos. anyway i'm just proud of my stucky flashback scene, which i swear to GOD i wrote in 2013.
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In the car, just the two of them, it becomes painfully obvious that they don't know each other as well as two people who share the same space probably should. A few awkward attempts at small talk have Pepper's cheeks flushing with chagrin.
"I'm sorry," she says. "The only people I ever deal with are colleagues, underlings, or Tony. I'm a little out of practice."
To him that sounds both lonely and exhausting, but she doesn't seem unhappy. Just a little tired. Definitely in need of a break. "Don't feel like you have to keep me entertained," Steve says gently. "I don't actually mind the quiet."
Her smile is incandescent. As he ducks his head, she reaches out and squeezes his hand. "You're a keeper, Steve Rogers."
After that Pepper spends most of the ride uptown flipping through a fashion magazine the size of a coffee table book. Her spine starts out almost painfully straight. By increments, she relaxes, until she's melted against the seat.
Steve does a rough sketch of her on his phone's drawing app. It'll be on paper tonight.
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let's start with the end, part two (part one is here), mostly written in 2012.
this was my attempt at doing an epic plotty thing that resolved all the dangling participles left from avengers. because i am allergic to anything requiring, like, organized thought, i ended up chopping it in half, making it just a story about steve gradually developing relationships with each of the group. this appeared to have been very confusing for readers. it got like 5x as many hits as the preceding fic in the series and less than half the kudos. anyway i'm just proud of my stucky flashback scene, which i swear to GOD i wrote in 2013.
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In the car, just the two of them, it becomes painfully obvious that they don't know each other as well as two people who share the same space probably should. A few awkward attempts at small talk have Pepper's cheeks flushing with chagrin.
"I'm sorry," she says. "The only people I ever deal with are colleagues, underlings, or Tony. I'm a little out of practice."
To him that sounds both lonely and exhausting, but she doesn't seem unhappy. Just a little tired. Definitely in need of a break. "Don't feel like you have to keep me entertained," Steve says gently. "I don't actually mind the quiet."
Her smile is incandescent. As he ducks his head, she reaches out and squeezes his hand. "You're a keeper, Steve Rogers."
After that Pepper spends most of the ride uptown flipping through a fashion magazine the size of a coffee table book. Her spine starts out almost painfully straight. By increments, she relaxes, until she's melted against the seat.
Steve does a rough sketch of her on his phone's drawing app. It'll be on paper tonight.
( Read more... )
