WIP meme from kore

Hold onto your hats, this is one line each from every WIP in my 'currently writing' folder, except for the one which doesn't yet have anything for the next chapter to it.

The question is curious rather than challenging; nevertheless, Nick feels stung. He supposes he’ll always feel ‘young’, in much the way any grown man can be made to feel like a child by a censorious aunt.

Maria can shut this down now, or she can trust.

“Mm. Well, I’m kind of hoping there’ll be screaming,” he tells her as he draws his mouth along the line of her jaw up to her ear and nips hard enough to make her arch. “I find it kind of...gratifying.”

Being dumped is never a pleasant or comfortable experience, and of all the people who she might have expected to abandon her when the facility was built, the Avengers were not on the list.

In Maria’s opinion, he first problem with having dark-Jewelled Warlord Princes in one’s court was not their temper and arrogance, as so many assumed, but the sheer weight of their overprotectiveness.

His body feels ‘off’, without the weight of the arm as ballast, he feels unbalanced, like something is missing.

“The first test of the Freyrstaf is to lay hands upon it,” Thor says. “The second is to understand its power and to put it aside.”

His voice doesn’t tremble, but it’s a hard thing for a man to admit – even half a man, even a monster.

It’s a strange thing for Natasha to realise how little she still knows herself.

Maria doesn’t recognise the woman striding up in an elegant dress and a temper, and turns her head slightly, shifting in her seat to make sure she has access to her weapon if need be.

“You know,” Scott remarks, offhand, “I always figured as the former crim, I’d be the cynical one around here. But Jesus Christ, Hill, I’m outgunned, outmanned, outnumbered, and outplanned.”

"Well," says Clint from where he’s leaning against the marble-topped side table, "you sure clean up pretty, Cap."

health again

( because graphic and whining )

I think, out of all of it, I miss the sleep the most, though.