Losers Xover Fic: Flash Point (1/1) PG
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saone77
Summary: Jensen may be a Loser, but he's still a hero.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Not betad, grammarians beware.
Word Count: 1713
Disclaimer: This is indulgent, cracktastic fiction.
Notes: This is a combination of various move-verses. I have always loved crossovers, the crackier the better, and one of the first things I thought of after seeing The Losers was how easily it could hook into other fandoms (Chris Evans' imdb page alone is a veritable goldmine). This little bunny came into existence last fall, and over the months I've kept coming back to it, putting a little bit more in each time, until I finally shaped it into something fic-like. And yeah, there's probably going to be a sequel. ;)
In the end it comes down to instinct.
Jensen doesn't even realize he's moving until he's halfway across the roof, the next-gen rocket that Max just launched getting smaller and smaller the further it goes. His legs are pumping and shouts - from both his team and Max's goons - are echoing in his ears. The shots start as he reaches the parapet and someone screams, then he's over the side and falling.
Wind rushes past him as he freefalls. Jensen knows he only has seconds before he completely ruins the day of some poor souls on the street below.
The power is there, still locked up tight in its little box deep in Jensen's mind. In his soul. It's been untried and untested for years, but it's still there. Waiting. Burning.
Jensen thinks about his friends and his family. He thinks about the people in the city where the rocket is headed. He thinks about twenty-five innocent children in Bolivia.
The box opens.
Jensen closes his eyes, and his words come out as a whisper. "Flame on."
Everything on his body - from his glasses, to the cuffs on his wrists, to his favorite pair of boots - melts away under the extraordinary heat that bursts out through every cell. He laughs, joyous and bright, as the metaphorical chains he put on himself vanish, and for the first time in years he is free.
The levity lasts for less than a second before, with a burst of power that warps the glass windows behind him, he's off, racing through the city streets and then up into clear sky chasing after the rapidly disappearing speck in the distance.
He only has a rudimentary idea of what the warhead is designed to do, but he knows the effects will be devastating, and it's target, several hundred miles to the south, will never recover. The destruction of D.C. would not only kill hundreds of thousands and destabilize the country, it would also result in a power vacuum that Jensen's sure Max would be more than happy to fill with his lackeys.
He cuts through the air, faster than ever before. Even faster then when he was chasing The Surfer all those years ago. In a matter of seconds he's caught up to the rocket. A second after that and his hands are easily melting through the outer casing. He concentrates, pouring more of his energy and power into the weapon, flashing frying its mechanics and absorbing any radiation that leaks out. He lets his flames envelop the rocket completely.
"C'mon," he mutters. He can see the Washington Monument in the distance. At the speed they're going he and the rocket will be at the heart of the city in no time. He needs to step up his game.
Jensen thinks of the cosmic cloud that started this whole mess. He remembers when the cloud hit the space station, when it hit him. He can feel himself burning hotter and brighter. Just as the Capitol comes into view, Jensen goes nova. The rocket doesn't stand a chance, it's metal, and wires, and payload disintegrating into Jensen's plasma.
One crisis down, but Jensen's still coming in hot and fast. Too fast. He cools himself down and tries to pull up. He might have made it, too, if it hadn't been years since he last took flight. Now, though, he ends up spiraling, desperately trying to control his fall as he plummets down to the crowded city. The crowded Mall. The crowded... oh, hell... are those school buses?!
He manages to aim for the grass, which is good because even with his plasma field cradling him concrete would still hurt like hell. He actually bounces twice before his body plows into the earth, sending great clods of dirt flying into the sky.
Jensen blinks. Once, twice, then a few more times. His flame is gone and there's dirt in his eyes.
"Motherfuck," he says, before gingerly sitting up and taking stock of the situation. He's in a long furrow dug into the east lawn of The National Mall, right in front of the U.S. Capitol and a plethora of mid-morning tourists, suits, and Capitol cops. Oh, and about three dozen grade-schoolers.
And he's naked.
Awesome.
Jensen shrugs. "Sorry, guys, I left my uniform in the Negative Zone." He powers up, letting the flames spread over him again. Now that his junk is obscured by the rolling waves of fire, he stands. He can hear shocked exclamations, the fear turning to awe as people realize who he is.
"The Human Torch!"
"It's Johnny Storm!"
"Yo, Matchstick, where ya been?!"
Jensen is nowhere close to being the dumbass showboat he used to be, but he has to admit, the recognition - the adoration - feels pretty damn good. It's especially sweet after the past year he's had. Unfortunately, he can't stick around, even if he wanted to.
A good number of the cops have frowns on their faces, and more than a few of them are reaching for their weapons. Time to wrap this up.
Jensen lets his powers propel him a few feet off the ground. He hovers there and says, "got friends to save and bad guys to beat. Stay in school!" With that he's off like a shot, taking the express sky route back to Philly. He has no clue what he's going to do when he gets back to the rooftop, beyond getting the other Losers out of there.
His stomach rolls unpleasantly at the thought of Max knowing his secret, but that's nothing compared to how sick he feels about his team. Clay, Cougar, Pooch... They're gonna kick his ass. If he's lucky.
The rooftop is coming up. The Losers are still on their knees, and beyond them Jensen can see Max gesticulating wildly to his thugs. He's probably wondering why his rocket didn't work. One of the lackeys who's getting railed at happens to look up. His eyes bug out and his mouth drops. Jensen knows he's been spotted. Time to make an entrance.
He arrives at the roof and is greeted by a hail of bullets. His plasma field disintegrates them instantly. Instead of running for their lives, the thugs shoot even more, regardless of the fact that he's still standing under such a barrage. Henchmen can be so stupid.
"You guys do know you're gonna run out of bullets before I run out of cosmic energy, right?" Jensen asks, nonchalantly. After another second of wasted ammo, he snorts and sends out a wave of power towards the idiots. They cry, and curse, and drop their weapons as the metal absorbs Jensen's heat.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees Aisha take advantage of their guards' distraction. In one fluid move she goes from her knees, to both feet, to aiming a deadly kick at the throat of one of her captors. Clay and Pooch do the same, though with much less grace. Cougar stays on his knees, face stricken and staring towards... oh, towards the spot where Jensen made his swan dive.
Jensen winces. He'll worry about Cougar later - he'll worry about a lot of things later - now, though he's going to end Max, once and for all. Speaking of... "Okay, guys, where'd your boss weasel off to?" he asks, scanning the rooftop. There are only so many places to hide, but Max is nothing if not a sneaky little shit. Then he sees it; the access door is ajar.
"Son of a bitch!" He's too volatile to go into the building while he's still powered up, and he'd really rather not chase after some CIA superspook unpowered and naked. But there's no way Max is just strolling out of his. He glances over to his teammates. The other Losers are pilfering through the downed guard's pockets, probably looking for the keys to the cuffs still biding their wrists, since a variety of weapons already litter the floor around them. Jensen darts over to them, pausing only for a moment as each of his friends levels some kind of gun at him.
He rolls his eyes. "Seriously? We don't have time for this kind of shit, guys, Max is getting away!"
Cougar is the first to react. He blinks, his face going slack for a moment. "Jensen?"
Jensen concentrates and lets the plasma field fall away from his face. "Yeah, it's me. And I know I've got a lot to answer for, but right now our priority has to be catching Max. Now, hold out your hands." He watches as his friends' bodies obey, despite the anger and hurt in their eyes. One by one he melts the chains linking their wrists together. Clay is freed first and without a word, he takes off through the door after Max. Aisha is next, and she is also silent, though her glare speaks volumes. Pooch frowns and shakes his head, and looks so uncannily like Sue that the little brother in Jensen just wants to get on his knees and grovel for forgiveness. Instead, he lets Pooch go, and moves on to Cougar. Cougar, whose blank, shuttered face hurts more than Jensen would like to admit.
"Cougs, I-"
Cougar holds up his hand, and gives one shake of his head. He pulls at the brim of his hat, shielding his eyes from Jensen's bright form, before he too runs across the roof, and slips through the door to join the hunt for Max.
Jensen feels his stomach roll, and for the first time since he saw the rocket launch, and launched himself off the roof after it, he lets himself think. There will be repercussions to his actions, he knows that. But, whether or not his team will stand by his side; that he doesn't know. One thing's for sure, though...
"I am so fucked."
"Yeah," a mechanized voice says from behind him, "you pretty much are."
Jensen turns. He had been expecting one of his super-brethren to show up, and he has to admit as he watches the sun glint off the red and gold armor of the man hovering just beyond the parapet, he's glad it wasn't that new thunder-God guy.
Iron Man holds up one of his hands, and Jensen can see the glowing light of his repulsor ray. "Nick Fury says hello."
Yep. So, so fucked.
Author:
saone77Summary: Jensen may be a Loser, but he's still a hero.
Rating: PG
Warnings: Not betad, grammarians beware.
Word Count: 1713
Disclaimer: This is indulgent, cracktastic fiction.
Notes: This is a combination of various move-verses. I have always loved crossovers, the crackier the better, and one of the first things I thought of after seeing The Losers was how easily it could hook into other fandoms (Chris Evans' imdb page alone is a veritable goldmine). This little bunny came into existence last fall, and over the months I've kept coming back to it, putting a little bit more in each time, until I finally shaped it into something fic-like. And yeah, there's probably going to be a sequel. ;)
In the end it comes down to instinct.
Jensen doesn't even realize he's moving until he's halfway across the roof, the next-gen rocket that Max just launched getting smaller and smaller the further it goes. His legs are pumping and shouts - from both his team and Max's goons - are echoing in his ears. The shots start as he reaches the parapet and someone screams, then he's over the side and falling.
Wind rushes past him as he freefalls. Jensen knows he only has seconds before he completely ruins the day of some poor souls on the street below.
The power is there, still locked up tight in its little box deep in Jensen's mind. In his soul. It's been untried and untested for years, but it's still there. Waiting. Burning.
Jensen thinks about his friends and his family. He thinks about the people in the city where the rocket is headed. He thinks about twenty-five innocent children in Bolivia.
The box opens.
Jensen closes his eyes, and his words come out as a whisper. "Flame on."
Everything on his body - from his glasses, to the cuffs on his wrists, to his favorite pair of boots - melts away under the extraordinary heat that bursts out through every cell. He laughs, joyous and bright, as the metaphorical chains he put on himself vanish, and for the first time in years he is free.
The levity lasts for less than a second before, with a burst of power that warps the glass windows behind him, he's off, racing through the city streets and then up into clear sky chasing after the rapidly disappearing speck in the distance.
He only has a rudimentary idea of what the warhead is designed to do, but he knows the effects will be devastating, and it's target, several hundred miles to the south, will never recover. The destruction of D.C. would not only kill hundreds of thousands and destabilize the country, it would also result in a power vacuum that Jensen's sure Max would be more than happy to fill with his lackeys.
He cuts through the air, faster than ever before. Even faster then when he was chasing The Surfer all those years ago. In a matter of seconds he's caught up to the rocket. A second after that and his hands are easily melting through the outer casing. He concentrates, pouring more of his energy and power into the weapon, flashing frying its mechanics and absorbing any radiation that leaks out. He lets his flames envelop the rocket completely.
"C'mon," he mutters. He can see the Washington Monument in the distance. At the speed they're going he and the rocket will be at the heart of the city in no time. He needs to step up his game.
Jensen thinks of the cosmic cloud that started this whole mess. He remembers when the cloud hit the space station, when it hit him. He can feel himself burning hotter and brighter. Just as the Capitol comes into view, Jensen goes nova. The rocket doesn't stand a chance, it's metal, and wires, and payload disintegrating into Jensen's plasma.
One crisis down, but Jensen's still coming in hot and fast. Too fast. He cools himself down and tries to pull up. He might have made it, too, if it hadn't been years since he last took flight. Now, though, he ends up spiraling, desperately trying to control his fall as he plummets down to the crowded city. The crowded Mall. The crowded... oh, hell... are those school buses?!
He manages to aim for the grass, which is good because even with his plasma field cradling him concrete would still hurt like hell. He actually bounces twice before his body plows into the earth, sending great clods of dirt flying into the sky.
Jensen blinks. Once, twice, then a few more times. His flame is gone and there's dirt in his eyes.
"Motherfuck," he says, before gingerly sitting up and taking stock of the situation. He's in a long furrow dug into the east lawn of The National Mall, right in front of the U.S. Capitol and a plethora of mid-morning tourists, suits, and Capitol cops. Oh, and about three dozen grade-schoolers.
And he's naked.
Awesome.
Jensen shrugs. "Sorry, guys, I left my uniform in the Negative Zone." He powers up, letting the flames spread over him again. Now that his junk is obscured by the rolling waves of fire, he stands. He can hear shocked exclamations, the fear turning to awe as people realize who he is.
"The Human Torch!"
"It's Johnny Storm!"
"Yo, Matchstick, where ya been?!"
Jensen is nowhere close to being the dumbass showboat he used to be, but he has to admit, the recognition - the adoration - feels pretty damn good. It's especially sweet after the past year he's had. Unfortunately, he can't stick around, even if he wanted to.
A good number of the cops have frowns on their faces, and more than a few of them are reaching for their weapons. Time to wrap this up.
Jensen lets his powers propel him a few feet off the ground. He hovers there and says, "got friends to save and bad guys to beat. Stay in school!" With that he's off like a shot, taking the express sky route back to Philly. He has no clue what he's going to do when he gets back to the rooftop, beyond getting the other Losers out of there.
His stomach rolls unpleasantly at the thought of Max knowing his secret, but that's nothing compared to how sick he feels about his team. Clay, Cougar, Pooch... They're gonna kick his ass. If he's lucky.
The rooftop is coming up. The Losers are still on their knees, and beyond them Jensen can see Max gesticulating wildly to his thugs. He's probably wondering why his rocket didn't work. One of the lackeys who's getting railed at happens to look up. His eyes bug out and his mouth drops. Jensen knows he's been spotted. Time to make an entrance.
He arrives at the roof and is greeted by a hail of bullets. His plasma field disintegrates them instantly. Instead of running for their lives, the thugs shoot even more, regardless of the fact that he's still standing under such a barrage. Henchmen can be so stupid.
"You guys do know you're gonna run out of bullets before I run out of cosmic energy, right?" Jensen asks, nonchalantly. After another second of wasted ammo, he snorts and sends out a wave of power towards the idiots. They cry, and curse, and drop their weapons as the metal absorbs Jensen's heat.
Out of the corner of his eye he sees Aisha take advantage of their guards' distraction. In one fluid move she goes from her knees, to both feet, to aiming a deadly kick at the throat of one of her captors. Clay and Pooch do the same, though with much less grace. Cougar stays on his knees, face stricken and staring towards... oh, towards the spot where Jensen made his swan dive.
Jensen winces. He'll worry about Cougar later - he'll worry about a lot of things later - now, though he's going to end Max, once and for all. Speaking of... "Okay, guys, where'd your boss weasel off to?" he asks, scanning the rooftop. There are only so many places to hide, but Max is nothing if not a sneaky little shit. Then he sees it; the access door is ajar.
"Son of a bitch!" He's too volatile to go into the building while he's still powered up, and he'd really rather not chase after some CIA superspook unpowered and naked. But there's no way Max is just strolling out of his. He glances over to his teammates. The other Losers are pilfering through the downed guard's pockets, probably looking for the keys to the cuffs still biding their wrists, since a variety of weapons already litter the floor around them. Jensen darts over to them, pausing only for a moment as each of his friends levels some kind of gun at him.
He rolls his eyes. "Seriously? We don't have time for this kind of shit, guys, Max is getting away!"
Cougar is the first to react. He blinks, his face going slack for a moment. "Jensen?"
Jensen concentrates and lets the plasma field fall away from his face. "Yeah, it's me. And I know I've got a lot to answer for, but right now our priority has to be catching Max. Now, hold out your hands." He watches as his friends' bodies obey, despite the anger and hurt in their eyes. One by one he melts the chains linking their wrists together. Clay is freed first and without a word, he takes off through the door after Max. Aisha is next, and she is also silent, though her glare speaks volumes. Pooch frowns and shakes his head, and looks so uncannily like Sue that the little brother in Jensen just wants to get on his knees and grovel for forgiveness. Instead, he lets Pooch go, and moves on to Cougar. Cougar, whose blank, shuttered face hurts more than Jensen would like to admit.
"Cougs, I-"
Cougar holds up his hand, and gives one shake of his head. He pulls at the brim of his hat, shielding his eyes from Jensen's bright form, before he too runs across the roof, and slips through the door to join the hunt for Max.
Jensen feels his stomach roll, and for the first time since he saw the rocket launch, and launched himself off the roof after it, he lets himself think. There will be repercussions to his actions, he knows that. But, whether or not his team will stand by his side; that he doesn't know. One thing's for sure, though...
"I am so fucked."
"Yeah," a mechanized voice says from behind him, "you pretty much are."
Jensen turns. He had been expecting one of his super-brethren to show up, and he has to admit as he watches the sun glint off the red and gold armor of the man hovering just beyond the parapet, he's glad it wasn't that new thunder-God guy.
Iron Man holds up one of his hands, and Jensen can see the glowing light of his repulsor ray. "Nick Fury says hello."
Yep. So, so fucked.
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Date: 2011-01-13 02:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-14 08:40 am (UTC)COugar being Not Happy!
I foresee major groveling in Jensen-Johnny's future. ;D
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Date: 2011-01-13 03:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-14 08:45 am (UTC)I could have kept going, and I actually have some future scenes written, but this story has been like haunting me since September, and since I finally wrangled it into submission I needed to get it out.
There will be more. ;D
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Date: 2011-01-13 03:15 am (UTC)Heee! This is a thing of beauty. THAT's how THE LOSERS should have ended :)
Plus naked Chris Evans and Iron Man and Thor reference whooo!
Moremoremore :)
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Date: 2011-01-14 07:46 pm (UTC)That would have been AWESOME! Thank the various and assorted deities for fanfic, right?
Plus naked Chris Evans
Yeah, I thought you'd like that part. ;D
Happy belated b-day, btw! Since Chris is still in L.A. (I think) I'm sure you didn't get everything you wanted, but I hope it was still amazing! ;D
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Date: 2011-01-15 02:43 am (UTC)Thankees for the birthday wishes. Yes, Chris is still in LA. But when Captain America comes out, he will come to Australia for the premiere, and then I will put on my wooing hat. "Hello Chris... I want to play a Game..." :)
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Date: 2011-01-13 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-14 07:51 pm (UTC)I feel bad for inflicting something like that on you. Especially the borrowed pink parka scene. No one should have to be subjected to that again. My deepest apologies. ;D
I want to see how Jensen is going to talk his way out of this one!
Have you noticed how being able to BS is a skill nearly all of Chris' characters have in common?
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Date: 2011-01-19 12:52 am (UTC)And don't feel bad for making me want to watch it again - I've already watched "Not Another Teen Movie" just because he was in it and that was just awkward! Hee! It's just interesting to see him looking so different from the Jensen that I remember ;)
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Date: 2011-01-13 04:28 am (UTC)TOOOOONNNYYYYYYY!!!!!!!
Ha. Whatevs though, we all know Tony's stalking Johnny and now Jensen because he looks like Steve. XD
CHRIS EVANS PLAYING MORE THEN ONE SUPERHERO ROLE IS MAKING MY BRAIN TWITCH!! XDDDDDD
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Date: 2011-01-14 07:54 pm (UTC)Well, Chris Evans makes my brain twitch anyways, but I know exactly what you mean. Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen, Steve Rogers, and Nick from Push... You could make an entire super-team out of nothing but Chris Evanes. Let's ruminate on that for a while, shall we? ;D
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Date: 2011-01-14 07:57 pm (UTC)Jesus god. That would be the most amazing thing ever. An entire army of Chris Evans' with an array of awesome powers. YES PLEASE.
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Date: 2011-01-15 09:19 am (UTC)Oh god, I'm dying.
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Date: 2011-01-13 04:56 am (UTC)This is lovely, though. Thanks for sharing.
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Date: 2011-01-14 07:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-01-13 05:50 am (UTC)OHMAN!! I AM SO FRICKING EXCITED RIGHT NOW!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA!!!! :D **pounces on you and hugs the stuffing out of you** Love the bit with the mall, and him not being a dumb showboat anymore. :DDDDDDD And the "Stay in school!" bit. PFFFFTTTT!!!!! :D **GiggleSnortFLAILS!!**
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Date: 2011-01-15 08:21 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-01-13 01:48 pm (UTC)So thank you for posting this right when I needed it, you've made a die-hard crossover fan very happy.
(If you're continuing this, expect to hear more from me, okay?)
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Date: 2011-01-15 08:29 am (UTC)That is some kind of awesome timing right there. I'm glad I was able to help fill your craving. ;D
'Jeez I really need me some good Jensen-was-once-Johnny-Storm fics',
I will never understand why more people aren't writing this. It's just so obvious! And awesome! Obviously awesome!!!
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Date: 2011-01-15 09:14 am (UTC)Ugh yes! Obviously awesome is right. I've seen one other somewhere around here, but you'd think there'd be more, wouldn't you?
Oh well. I'm just hoping that with Chris being Captain America and everything, there will be an influx of 'Jensen is totally Captain America's brother/uncle/dad/cousin/etc' fic. Because I've seen one that has Jensen looking suspiciously like the Capt, and Tony Stark hiring him as an assistant.
And there is no way Jensen could be Captain America- it doesn't fit really.
Ugh I just really love crossovers, can you tell?
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Date: 2011-01-15 09:54 am (UTC)And all Jensen grew up hearing from his father, when he was sober enough to be coherent, was how horrible the military and all it's 'hero's were - because despite Peggy being strong and independent, she was still an unwed mother in the 1940s, and her son never forgot or forgave the mess his 'hero' father left behind. So, of course, when Jensen hits 18 he throws out the acceptance letters from MIT and Caltech and enlists.
Then he joins The Losers, and Bolivia happens, and while he's working in a doll factory a discovery is made in the arctic.
Steve is thawed out, and the first thing he asks about is those he left behind. Bucky and Peggy are gone, and so is his son (his son?!), but he has a grandson... who was involved in the murder of 25 children. Ouch.
But something doesn't seem right, and Nick Fury never liked the 'official' version of events anyway, and so, running on massive levels of guilt, and with the backing of S.H.E.I.L.D. and Stark Enterprises, and some guy who says he's a Norse God, Steve sets out make things right and bring his grandson home.
Or, you know, something like that.
Whew. That's been festering for a few hours, feels good to get it out.
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Date: 2011-01-15 12:47 pm (UTC)If you ever decide to write this, you totally have to notify me. I'll help in anyway possible, too. I write, but I'm lousy at finishing things and writing chaptered stories- so I could test out my beta skills if you're ever looking for someone. (Self-promotion, hells yeah.)
Also, I'm super excited for the movies and hopefully they push everyone to write crossovers like crazy!
Look at us, bonding over comic book adaptions and Chris Evans' characters. A good basis for friendship, even if I do say so myself.
(I hope that's not presumptuous of me- but I may as well talk to you if I'm going to lurk, right?)
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Date: 2011-01-17 01:45 am (UTC)I've got so much other stuff I'm working on right now, the thought of doing anything with this bunny (because it would have to be a decades spanning epic) is pretty much a pipe dream. :/ Thank you so much for the offer, though, and if in a fit of inspiration I do start knocking some of it out, I'm going to totally spam you with it. ;D
Also, I'm super excited for the movies and hopefully they push everyone to write crossovers like crazy!
*fingers crossed*
A good basis for friendship, even if I do say so myself.
Definitely! Comic adaptations and Chris Evans: bringing people together since the early 21st century. \o/
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Date: 2011-01-17 07:49 am (UTC)The best things in the world bringing people together!
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Date: 2011-01-13 06:43 pm (UTC)Kinda feel bummed that Cougar was mad at Jensen, though I understand why. But still bummed. :(
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Date: 2011-01-26 01:10 am (UTC)also yes i am aware i am misspelling things. i am soooo doped up on cold med right now lol. anyway awesome job!
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Date: 2011-01-27 11:49 am (UTC)Thank you for the comment, I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2011-01-30 03:33 pm (UTC)HEART.
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Date: 2011-08-24 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-06-12 12:56 am (UTC)Heh.
*pets him*
*with asbestos gloves*
:)