A Tentative Title For the Tentative Outline of a Tentative Book
Okay so I need some help on the outline of the ThingTM I’m writing about these characters. What I have thus far:
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“Man do I love being legal to drink in Europe… Not that it ever stopped me in the states, o’course.”
And then there were three
There were very few things Namor, Prince of Atlantis, wished for in life. He always thought wishing was a bunch of nonsense, yet here in this moment he wished with all his soul for one thing.
“I wish that Neptune had allowed me to be taken in Jim and Captain Roger’s place rather than spend another moment among the two of you!”
His words, grumpy and cross, as they sat in a stolen, Barnes no doubt had taken since he was the one driving, vehicle going down a road somewhere in Europe. They weren’t too far from where Nazi soldiers had been spotted and he was wary. Jim and Steve had been captured earlier and the other three had found each other after the fight. Now they were stuck together and without the Captain. Namor would have flown off and convinced Toro too as well, but Bucky couldn’t fly and refused to be carried, so now they were on a rescue mission that seemed it would end with Namor killing the two teens.
Toro ground his teeth rather than rise to Namor’s bait. A part of him – a small part of him – realized Namor only said things like that because deep down he was just as scared as Toro, and that was the only thing stopping Toro from spitting out, “Yeah, well I wish they’d taken you too!”
Oops. Too late.
In the moment, he even meant it.
No… No, he wished they’d taken himself instead. The Invaders couldn’t afford to lose Namor – they definitely couldn’t afford to lose Cap and Pappy – but Toro? Second-rate, knockoff Toro? Even Bucky could do things Cap couldn’t (or was it wouldn’t?), but there wasn’t anything Toro could do that Pappy couldn’t do better, and they all knew it. They just wouldn’t say it out loud.
Well, maybe Namor would.
Send 🎁 for my muse’s reaction to one finding the following on their doorstep //
A puppy in a box, sleeping
It was Niels who found it. The little furry menace kept bouncing against the door, begging to be let out, and after a long day at work it took all of Jim’s self-control not to let him loose on his unsuspecting neighbors. He sighed heavily and tried to rub the exhaustion out of his eyes, which, he reminded himself, he probably shouldn’t have to do as an android. He doubted the Vision had to deal with pesky things like interrupted sleep schedules, the lucky bastard.
[I love this cat and I will die for him.
ikr isn’t he just the greatest :D
DAMN, anon, way to go for the throat!
“Heh. Tell me about it,” he says, with less bitterness than one might expect. He lets a flicker of green flame dance across his hand. “Just when you get used to one thing, BAM, everything changes. Wash, rinse, and repeat.”
“I can expl–” Jim starts to say, before the small sea of cats surrounding him all turn in sync and, as one, begin to hiss. Their fur puffs up to twice their size, and their eyes narrow to slits. Niels squirms out of Jim’s arms and launches himself at Tess, spheres of kinetic energy flying off him.