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Hey! Thanks for checking in. Here’s some life updates:

word-butler: Due to moving up in her career, some Internet tracks had to be swept away. She is sad about this, but it was a necessary move. These days she’s busy writing campaigns and shenanigans for our D&D crew but does send me occasional “what if” messages about the MP or 180 Days universe.

Me: I’m really sorry for leaving stories hanging. But my head and heart weren’t in it. Thanks to therapy, I put it together that I lost an important person to me every year for five years. Wasn’t helpful for my depression and anxiety. And it’s really hard to think up cute teacher stories while being an actual teacher during COVID and the education hot mess we’re still dealing with because of it.

Aw, thanks.

Endgame was good enough to make me log back in on here and look around.  Also spawned a story in my head.  I’m almost to the point of wanting to write again.  I thought I was going to have to spend the summer taking more classes, but not now.  Fingers crossed I can spend it being inspired to write and learn how to quilt.

“You’re wasting your time,” Bucky warns.

Tony pauses his berating and beating at Steve’s door to glare at the other man.  “You may have known him a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away but--”

junker5 replied to your post “Yes, still taking drabbles”

I'm so happy you are sticking your toes into the writing pool again. :D I look forward to reading whatever dabbles you come up with. I'm sorry about your headache. Feel better! ( I'd love a drabble from your Nadia verse if you feel so inclined. But, whatever you feel like writing will be great!)

He carries three things in his pocket as he fights: a ring, a small nub of a crayon, and a picture.

Natasha is at home unable to fight due to being eight months pregnant.  As soon as her fingers started to swell, she gave him her wedding band for safe keeping.  “Pregnancy brain is real.  Keep this so I don’t lose it.”

He had to steal what little was left of Nadia’s favorite color while she slept one night.  He replaced it with a new crayon of the same color.  His daughter was still dubious of the trade when she realized what happened the next afternoon, but she eventually forgave her father.

The picture is a copy from Natasha’s latest ultrasound.  It’s one of those 4D pictures.  No one has still explained to him what the fourth dimension is on a flat image, but his son’s face is too precious for him to be too torn up by that.

jfridley replied to your post “I want to write, but I’m rusty”

If you are still accepting these...

“Steve said you’ve been missing?” Bucky asks while cleaning his rifle.

Bruce pauses his systems check of the Hulk armor.  “Uh, yeah.  Kind of got pulled into a wormhole thing.  Wound up on an alien planet in some American Gladiator kind of set up.  But it was the Other Guy who was awake the whole time, not me.  I hear he got you back.  I mean, obviously, you’re here...”

“Yeah,” Bucky answers as he twists the muzzle back into place.  “There were some bumps.  But Shuri cleaned up my brain.  I’ve been hanging out here.  Farming.”

Bruce can’t help but smile softly.  “That actually sounds really nice.”

shygryf asked “1. Elation 2. Clint and Bucky 3. Avengers Trivia Night”

Bucky hides his smile behind his hand.  His fake one.  The one that’s covered with a glove, even though the other one isn’t.  People just accept the Michael Jackson look without a second thought.  “Trust me, I’d rather not know what products Tony has made Japanese commercials for.  Him in that blue lipstick is seared in my brain despite my memory problems.”

Clint swears under his breath and waits for the next trivia question to pop up on his tablet.  “Go to the bar, they said.  Play trivia about yourself, they said.  It’ll be fun, they said.”

brilliant-starlight replied to your post “I want to write, but I’m rusty”

1. Confused 2. Bucky (+ anyone you want) 3. "I don't think [x] is supposed to have feelings..." (or a variation there-of)

“They stare at me when I smile,” Bucky says quietly, his voice barely above the crackling of the campfire.

Steve takes a swig of whatever Wakandan alcohol is in the blue glass bottle that T’Challa handed him an hour ago before pushing it into Bucky’s flesh hand.  Tomorrow there will definitely be a battle.  Tonight they try and forget that fact.  “They’re just surprised that someone as old as you has a sense of humor.”

“You mean someone as--”

“No,” Steve cuts in sternly, looking Bucky dead in the eye.  “I don’t care what you’ve done before.  That wasn’t you; that was programming.  You’re allowed to have whatever piece of happiness you can find.”

“You sayin’ that to me or you?” Bucky questions.

You don’t have to do the requirements I set out.  Sorry about that.  Couple characters and a scenario works fine.

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“I want to write, but I’m rusty”

1. Instant attraction 2. Spock/Kirk 3. Third party point of view

Sulu wonders if Uhura knows.  Probably.  

He’s glad they can’t figure it out, this instant spark they have that leads to Kirk constantly ribbing Spock and Spock fueling the fire with silence and challenging looks.  Sulu remembers this phase with his husband.  He doesn’t miss it.

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Clint and Phil's dog fron 180 Days (Birdie?) accidently escapes. Serious or funny, author's choice!

They don’t notice the hole under the fence until she’s already gone.  They realize it at dusk and reinforcements are immediately called in.  Clint follows the familiar path they take when they walk the neighborhood.  Kate cruises the western half of the street in her purple car.  And Bruce and Natasha volunteer to take the eastern half.  Apparently Gabe has reached the phase where he’ll only fall asleep while in motion, and the couple is grateful to have a purpose for all the gas they’ve been using up lately.

Phil, on the other hand, parks himself in the backyard.  He quickly set up items on the front porch--t-shirts that smell of both Phil and Clint, Birdie’s ratty blanket, a toy or two--and then sets up a similar sacrificial pile on the back deck.  He paces the grass while staring at his phone, screen lit up with the doorbell camera’s view.

Those two hours are the longest of his damn life.  But sure enough Clint shows up on the porch, bulldog in his strong arms.  “We’re building a fucking moat tomorrow,” he announces as he passes Birdie to Phil.  “Alligators and everything.”

“The alligators will eat her,” Phil points out.

She kneels down next to the plant.  It’s not Talaxian tomatoes that are blossoming, but it’s enough of a visual match in her mind to take her back to that planet years ago.  The place where she thought she could salvage herself, Kathryn.  And just when she’d started to let herself imagine what could be between her and Chakotay, Tuvok let them know that Voyager was coming back for them.  Robbing them.  

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1. Joy 2. May & Peter Parker (I love your Marvel fics!) 3. Sunshine, cold, park (I hope that fits the criteria!)

May shoves a hot chocolate into Peter’s hand, and even though he ducks his head she can still see a quick hint of a smile.  She takes a sip of her own hot drink, tilting her face into the sunshine.  This park is where they’ve come for years to walk and talk out things they haven’t yet figured out.  Even when the temperature is so cold that you can’t feel your toes thirty seconds after you step outside.

“Everyone says the first year is supposed to be your hardest teaching,” Peter grumbles.  “Then why do I still feel like I’m drowning?”

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