Thursday - One Word Prompts
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mahmfic. Today's theme is one word prompts. All prompts are game with the catch that it can only be one word. Fills can be as long or short as you like.
Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your prompt or fic has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Castle, Beckett, exception
Sherlock BBC, Mycroft/Lestrade, date
Not fond of today's theme? Look at the lonely prompts.
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mahmfic. Today's theme is one word prompts. All prompts are game with the catch that it can only be one word. Fills can be as long or short as you like. Rules:
No more than three prompts to a single fandom
No more than five prompts at a time
If your prompt or fic has spoilers, please warn and and leave at least three spaces
Format:
Fandom, Character, Prompt
Fandom, Character/Character, Prompt
Examples:
Castle, Beckett, exception
Sherlock BBC, Mycroft/Lestrade, date
Not fond of today's theme? Look at the lonely prompts.
tag=onewordprompts
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In Light of Recent Events, Clint (The Avengers/AoS/MCU)
Date: 2014-03-24 06:58 pm (UTC)New Mexico. New York. Old England.
How it started with Thor. How it spiraled with Loki. How it ended with Coulson.
Clint blocked everything -- the light, the documents, the photos -- from view with his hands. Scrubbing the after images from his eyelids was impossible, however, as was stopping the memories that seeped out like suds from a wrung sponge.
He scoffed at a reoccurring vision, a mere fleeting image from the clean-up scene in London.
“The ghost of Greenwich,” he muttered to a personal candid photo, the smile immortalized there contrasting with the humorless twist to Clint’s lips.
He needed some time away from the mess inside his head. Hoping to see a grown man in a red cape when his genius girlfriend was also in town wasn’t healthy. Neither was imagining a dead man walking through the rubble left in the wake of the caped man. Or dreaming about the crazy brother-slash-murderer of each man finally getting that throne he always wanted. Nothing hoped or imagined or dreamed was real.
Clint needed something tangible, like distance -- literal, physical distance. It was time to resume that vacation that was so rudely interrupted by a hammer falling out of the sky.