Sunday night ficcing!

[tsukinofaerii]

Family drama, ahoy. (eyes roll) I have no idea what our plan is for Thanksgiving. I am hoping that my uncle will be making it, because I can't afford to go out and buy everything, but IDK. He's causing problems again, which makes everything wonky and weird. Papa is going to have a Thanksgiving dinner, even if I have to buy single servings and take it out of the money I pay for room & board.

In the meantime, there was writing. And laundry. And also cleaning, procrastinating and chatting with people. But mostly writing. Things are finally starting to come to a head, plot-wise. Current plans call for eight more scenes, four of which are wrap-up. :D HUZZAH. As long as nothing goes wrong, I am almost definitely going to be finished with the initial draft by the end of the week. That will give me plenty of time to do my fic exchange story. (rubs hands with eager glee) You would be surprised how much having that dangling in front of me is making me want to finish this.

This is the "artistic" (LOL) story. That will be the fun one. Oh, yes, my precious...

/creep

Anyway, I achieved my weekend goal! Word count is now 70,106, so today I did 5,070. Not bad a'tall, if I do say so myself.

Since Quicksilver was alive, she kept moving, and ended up using one of the door handles to get herself back on her feet. There was no other destruction that she could see. No doors had been busted in, and the only windows that were broken were the ones Steve had done in before. Even the library looked clear, other than the blue screen of death flashing from one of the desktop systems. It wasn't until she was almost to the end of the hall that Jan started to panic.

The handprint ID system flashed green, indicating that someone with authorization had gone up to the hanger and not come back down.

Shit shit shit fucking fuck, she cursed. Panic lent her strength, letting her toddle faster to the elevator. She slapped her hand onto the pad, then wiped the blood off and tried again. The elevator doors slid open with their usual, cheery sound, and Jan fell in on her knees. She turned around and fell back against one of the walls as the elevator came to a stop, and the doors opened.

Where there was usually a crowded hanger, there was only empty space, and a beautiful view of the night sky through the opened roof panels.

Iron Man Six was gone.

Captain America was free, delirious, and had stolen one of the most high tech war machines on the planet.

Fuck didn't begin to cover it.

I feel like I should note that I am not happy with my prose in this part, and Jan's liberal use of curse words will receive a severe evaluation. She is not Fury. She is only concussed.

Comments

[popsongnation]

Well, she is swearing in her head. That's not the same as doing it out loud.
Uh-uh, climax arriving?

[grand-duc.livejournal.com]

Steve is gone, with an armor and he's still hallucinating? Ouch.

On Jan swearing, like Strawberryashes said: It's in her head not out loud. + stress will do strange things to people. the first time I ever sat behind the wheel of a car I swore non-stop for a good 10 minutes.