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mcugen2014-09-28 06:17 pm
newredshoes) wrote in mcugen2014-09-28 06:17 pm
Two of these are funny; two of these are really, really not
Fenestration and the Art of Self-Defense by ![[archiveofourown.org profile]](https://p.dreamwidth.org/b164c54b26e4/-/archiveofourown.org/favicon.ico)
Airawyn (14K)
This one just wrapped up; the premise is simple, yet effective. Darcy is cat-sitting for Steve. What could possibly go wrong? Especially when the Winter Soldier crashes the pad?
"I guess I should have called first," Bucky said. He lowered the knife.
The Iron Man mask flipped up and revealed a face Darcy had seen on TV a whole lot and a few times in YouTube videos that usually got pulled within a few days of posting. "He says he's Captain America's friend," Darcy said.
"Well," Tony Stark said. "He is. He's a ninety-five-year-old cybernetic assassin who worked for an international terrorist organization and nearly leveled D.C., but he is Captain America's friend. Which speaks to some unresolved self-esteem issues on Cap's part if you ask me."
Everybody Wants a Thrill byFyre (4200 words)
Crossover with The Losers, in which the Losers have a job cut out from under them. Jensen fanboys, a lot. It's adorable.
“Holy fucking shit! Clay! It’s him!” He was laughing. “Jesus Christ! This is like being ambushed by Santa Claus!”
to live in black and white bydjemso (14K; WIP)
Hasn't been updated in a while, but what's here is worth your time. Bucky in therapy, written by a self-professed psychology student. Interesting and compassionate.
The AI had a sense of humour. The AI had a sense of humour and was making jokes at him. The AI was better than being a person than he was and wasn't that just great? “You're better at this than I am.” It was supposed to come out funny. It came out sour. He felt a pang of guilt, but at this point, what was one more guilty feeling upon everything else?
The Sun Room bykvikindi (6300 words)
Peggy Carter and Howard Stark versus the future. It's a slow, insidious, brutal fight.
She had never understood the urge to toast the future, when you didn't know what was in it yet. It seemed to her to be terribly naive. She'd used to think people did it because they couldn't imagine how bad things could get, or couldn't imagine that something could be great and terrible, that you could do something tremendous and still mourn it; that there were so many permutations of loss, and of victory. But she knew, and Howard knew this. And here they were anyways, asking for more.
This one just wrapped up; the premise is simple, yet effective. Darcy is cat-sitting for Steve. What could possibly go wrong? Especially when the Winter Soldier crashes the pad?
"I guess I should have called first," Bucky said. He lowered the knife.
The Iron Man mask flipped up and revealed a face Darcy had seen on TV a whole lot and a few times in YouTube videos that usually got pulled within a few days of posting. "He says he's Captain America's friend," Darcy said.
"Well," Tony Stark said. "He is. He's a ninety-five-year-old cybernetic assassin who worked for an international terrorist organization and nearly leveled D.C., but he is Captain America's friend. Which speaks to some unresolved self-esteem issues on Cap's part if you ask me."
Everybody Wants a Thrill by
Crossover with The Losers, in which the Losers have a job cut out from under them. Jensen fanboys, a lot. It's adorable.
“Holy fucking shit! Clay! It’s him!” He was laughing. “Jesus Christ! This is like being ambushed by Santa Claus!”
to live in black and white by
Hasn't been updated in a while, but what's here is worth your time. Bucky in therapy, written by a self-professed psychology student. Interesting and compassionate.
The AI had a sense of humour. The AI had a sense of humour and was making jokes at him. The AI was better than being a person than he was and wasn't that just great? “You're better at this than I am.” It was supposed to come out funny. It came out sour. He felt a pang of guilt, but at this point, what was one more guilty feeling upon everything else?
The Sun Room by
Peggy Carter and Howard Stark versus the future. It's a slow, insidious, brutal fight.
She had never understood the urge to toast the future, when you didn't know what was in it yet. It seemed to her to be terribly naive. She'd used to think people did it because they couldn't imagine how bad things could get, or couldn't imagine that something could be great and terrible, that you could do something tremendous and still mourn it; that there were so many permutations of loss, and of victory. But she knew, and Howard knew this. And here they were anyways, asking for more.