the universe doesn't want me to sleep

I went to bed before midnight.

And then I woke up at 1:30am.

It's now 3:45.

I should try sleeping again.

*sigh*

conversations in helicarriers...

A conversation between Nick Fury and Maria Hill, post-movie:

"They saved our bacon at a time when the fat was in the pan. They became the heroes we needed to fight Loki and the Chitauri. If they did it once, they could do it again."

"If they don't implode first," she muttered.

"And that's why I want you as liaison, Lieutenant. Coulson believed in them and it made them a team; now what they need is unbelief."

Maria snorted, amused in spite of herself. "So Coulson was the carrot, and I'm the stick?"

The colonel chuckled. "That's a shining compliment you're paying yourself, Lieutenant, but it's true enough. Although," he added after a moment, "I was thinking more along the lines of a cattleprod."

You know when you're writing, but you're not sure you actually can do the story justice?