comment_fic | Tuesday: Texts From Last Night

Happy Tuesday, everyone.

morlockiness back for another day of prompting and writing.

Today's theme is Texts From Last Night. Fret not, for the prompts don't have to be taken from that site (they can be texts of your own creation, a scenario where a text would be appropriate, etc), but wouldn't it be more fun if they were? Plenty of opportunity for allowing our favorite characters to party, toke up, complete a walk of shame, and let their friends know in a succinct message.

As always, keep the rules in mind:
+ No more than 5 prompts in a row, and no more than 3 prompts per fandom. If someone answers a prompt, you can prompt again.
+No spoilers in your prompts for at least 1 week after original air/publication date. If there are spoilers in your story, please warn in bold and leave at least 3 spaces.
+For the sake of your monkeys, please format your prompts correctly. For example:

Skins, Sid/Tony, "easter eggs filled with ecstasy. it's what jesus would do."

Crossovers:

Heroes/Star Trek XI, Claire/McCoy, "It's a shame that I don't know his last name. Actually, it's an ever bigger shame that I don't know his first name"

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Marvel, Bucky Barnes, Nick Fury, I have only been in this city 3 nights and there are already 4 bars I can never go back to again. (http://www.textsfromlastnight.com/Text-Replies-16814.html)

Edited 2010-05-18 06:01 (UTC)

...I very much approve of this prompt. XD

....oh i am all over this one XD Let me get out of poetry mode and then I am going to just attack this one like whoa. XD

“So How’s London, kid?” Nick asked, lounging back in the chair.
Bucky rolled his eyes, but didn’t bother protesting the term kid.
“Well, I’ve only been in this city 3 nights, and there are already 4 bars I can never go back to again.”
“So pretty much as you remembered it then.”
Bucky grinned. “Pretty much.” He agreed. “And at the same time, really, really different.”
Fury smiled. “They cleaned up Soho.”
“And the East end.” Bucky shook his head. “Strange being there without ships. Or bombs.”
“Yeah.” They both fell silent and Fury changed the subject.
“So what you contacting me for?”
He could hear Bucky sigh, the sigh that meant he had to ask a favour and wasn’t happy about it.
“I need Roger Audrey’s address.”
At Nick’s raised eyebrow, he continued. “In the Invaders the person I trusted most after Steve and Namor was Brian. Well, Brian isn’t here, so it has to be Roger.”
Fury noticed that they were both avoiding suggesting he tried talking to Steve. Or to Namor.
“Last time I heard from him, after that Vampire fiasco, he was in Devon. Got the address here.” He watched as Bucky copied down the address carefully.
The kid wasn’t done running yet, but at least he now seemed to have some idea of where he was running to.

*hugs* Awww thank you. And yeah, Bucky needs to tracks down more people. I love how the only person in canon they've shown him tracking down is the girlfriend the retconned him into having and (yay) Toro.

Not Roger, Not Brian, not Davey, not Gwenny, no one, no relations no family, just Toro and this random retconned girlfriend (he was sweet on Gwen fer gosh sakes, they could have had the girl be Gwen).

So ya for him looking up Roger!

While I love Brubaker, I have to admit that he tends to focus on the Steve and Bucky as solo ascept, rather than as part of team. I would like to have seen him tracking down Jac or Roger (we know he was in England for a bit) or even just a bit more of what he was doing while he was off the track.

Bucky looked up from where he was cleaning his gun as Fury stormed in, a bottle of alcohol in his hand. "What's up?"

"What's up?" Fury asked, turning and glaring at Bucky. "I'll tell you what's up. We've been in this stinkin' city for 3 nights and there are already 4 bars I can never go back to again."

"Forcibly threw you out?" Bucky asked, examining the barrel of his tommy gun. Something had been jamming in there recently and he was determined to find it.

"Who the hell throws me out?!"

"Someone who obviously knows you very well," Bucky muttered under his breath, finding the jam and grabbing his boot knife to fix it. "Take Steve with you. No one throws him out."

Fury looked at him for a moment and took a swig of whatever was in his bottle. "Where's the pansy ass anyway?"

Bucky choked on a laugh. Steve. A pansy ass. "You know, give me a second and I'll join the two of you. You should try matching Steve drink for drink."

"I'd win."

"I'd love to see that happen."

Yay! Fun little WWII fic! Is it wrong the best part of this is the 16 year Bucky cleaning the gun while mouthing off to the future Super-cop of the free-world LOL

Wait that kinda is the whole fic, but ok it's all great =P
Thank you so much!

:D I'm glad you liked it!

Can totally see this happening.

oops. wrong comment for wrong story! XD yes, i can see this happening circa like...mid-vol3 avengers :D

Edited 2010-05-23 20:25 (UTC)

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