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boogiewoogiebuglegal) wrote2019-09-08 12:33 pm
boogiewoogiebuglegal) wrote2019-09-08 12:33 pm
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Six Sentence Sunday
From my first story for Happy Steve Bingo 2019, "By Stars Benign."
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“Steve will do fine,” Clint stated from where he sat next to Natasha. “You’ve helped me out enough in my building in BedStuy to know what you know and get help with what you don’t know.”
“You didn’t know that stuff from before?” Pepper asked.
Steve always appreciated that she acknowledged there had been a before for him—that he hadn’t always been strong and fit, that he hadn’t always been this. ”Nah,” he answered. “Sawdust would have got my asthma going and I was half deaf in one ear and working on going deaf in the other. No way could I have heard anybody’s instructions.” And nobody but Bucky and his mam would have taken the time, he thought but didn’t say. “Plus, I was color blind. Not someone you’d want around wiring.”
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“Steve will do fine,” Clint stated from where he sat next to Natasha. “You’ve helped me out enough in my building in BedStuy to know what you know and get help with what you don’t know.”
“You didn’t know that stuff from before?” Pepper asked.
Steve always appreciated that she acknowledged there had been a before for him—that he hadn’t always been strong and fit, that he hadn’t always been this. ”Nah,” he answered. “Sawdust would have got my asthma going and I was half deaf in one ear and working on going deaf in the other. No way could I have heard anybody’s instructions.” And nobody but Bucky and his mam would have taken the time, he thought but didn’t say. “Plus, I was color blind. Not someone you’d want around wiring.”
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