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Countdown to the Avengers Ficathon!


As we count down to the Avengers, let's celebrate! We're holding both a comment ficathon, and a drabble fest. Thanks to arysani for the comment ficathon idea.

The Comment Ficathon
* Prompt on this post.
* Any and all ratings, pairings, and genres welcome.
* Please, no spoilers for the Avengers. Later this summer, we'll hold a ficathon that will be a spoiler fest.
* One prompt per comment, but the number of comments you can make is unlimited.
* Prompt responses should have a header with the usual basic info.

The Drabble Fest
* Post your drabble or ficlet to the community, using the 2012 Drabble Fest tag.
* Drabbles may contain spoilers for the Avengers, just be sure to use a cut and a spoiler warning.
* If you like, feel free to use any of the prompts left for the comment ficathon for inspiration.
* Include basic headers.

Questions? Please post them here. That way, I'll see them in my regular email, as opposed to the one for the LJ account I'm using here. Hopefully you'll receive a prompter response that way!

Feel free to promote using the code below:

There's also a collection on AO3 for the ficathon, if you'd like to archive your creations.


Apr. 24th, 2012 11:10 am (UTC)
There were a couple of days of debriefing, for her and him, before she was able to seek him out. She found him in the bowels of the helicarrier, beating seven shades of snot out of a defenceless punchbag as if it were the Red Skull himself. She stood in the doorway watching for a moment, entranced by the grace and power. He was everything she'd expected and more.

"Are you going to actually speak to me, or stand there all day?" Rogers asked. He stopped and grabbed the bag before turning to look at her. She smiled, embarrassed to be caught out.

"I did want to talk to you, to apologise, I guess. But I wasn't sure how to start," she admitted.

"Agent 13, isn't it?" he asked. She nodded. "Don't you have real names?"

"It's Carter. Sharon Carter," she replied. He stared at her and she could see the wheels turning in his head. "She was my grandmother," she answered the unspoken question.

"So she married. Good, I'm glad she wasn't alone."

Sharon approached Rogers and laid a hand on his arm.

"She waited. She came to the US and waited for five years. But they'd declared you dead. She met my grandfather and they fell in love, but she never stopped thinking about you. She spoke of you often when I was a kid," Sharon explained.

He nodded before withdrawing his hand and punching the bag a few more times, this time without any real conviction. He dropped his hands again and looked dejected.

"I'd be happy to talk about her some more, if you'd like to. Maybe over coffee, Captain Rogers?" Sharon suggested. He looked up and smiled.

"I'd like that, Agent Carter. Please, call me Steve."

Edited at 2012-04-24 11:10 am (UTC)
Apr. 24th, 2012 11:44 pm (UTC)
Re: Kismet
Awww. Very nice.
May. 3rd, 2012 03:26 pm (UTC)
Re: Kismet
Thank you! :)
May. 6th, 2012 03:57 pm (UTC)
Re: Kismet
"So she married. Good, I'm glad she wasn't alone."
Aww, Steve. Always thinking of others' happiness before your own. ♥


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