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Six Sentence Sunday

From my Happy Steve Bingo story, "By Stars Benign"

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Natasha’s gaze was quite serious. “You don’t know anything about him, Steve.”

This wasn’t quite as true as she believed—Steve had gone through the folder containing his tenant’s rental application (such as it was) and he knew the bare bones of the man’s story. He was a veteran, now working as a freelance photographer. He had come into an inheritance, which accounted for the year’s rent paid in advance. And apparently—Steve’s mouth quirked, remembering the grey tabby who had been so fascinated by his repair work on the sink—he had a cat. “He could be anyone,” she went on. “Maybe even Hydra, here to watch you.”

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Six Sentence Sunday

(I am also working on Chapter 10 of "The Ability to Stop." Just so you know :D)

This is from my first story for Happy Steve Bingo 2019, "By Stars Benign"

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"Also, do you want to be a landlord? Because there’s the tenant on the 3rd floor to think about," the realtor asked.

Steve considered. He didn’t really need the extra income from the renter—decades of back pay plus interest plus what Sam called the Army’s “sorry we thought you were dead” money and his pay from SHIELD (before SHIELD fell, of course)—had essentially made him wealthy enough that he could give money to several charities (which he did, anonymously) and still have enough money to live comfortably. And he also didn’t want to turn out a guy who, like Steve, just wanted a place to live. “I don’t mind the guy on the 3rd floor, but I think I’ll keep the first and second floors for me for now.”

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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.”