Six lines of a current WIP.
Sometimes I think that dodging spoilers in this story is like trying to dodge raindrops.
Hill! Get your ass moving; I was old when you were born and I'm still more lively!
With all due respect, sir, fuck off.
When that had been? Maybe half a year after the fall of S.H.I.E.L.D. London, jetlag, she'd been on the move for nearly thirty-six hours – since California in fact – and Fury hit a nerve when he demanded she be bright eyed and bushy-tailed at 0600 hours. She'd responded with profanity and he'd just laughed.
Maybe things had changed before then. But that was the moment when she realised things were different.
Sometimes I think that dodging spoilers in this story is like trying to dodge raindrops.
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