Blackbirds & Crows

Hullo! Suddenly, we are in 'homg, it's freakin' cold out there!!' mode. While my work's thermostats are like some kind of insane roller coaster. I wear fleece leggings and a skirt and two or three layers of shirts and fuzzy socks and boots and *freeze*, and the next day i'm sitting there wondering if i can go in the bathroom and strip off a layer or two.

Just *leave the thermostats alone*, guys. Sheesh. No wonder I keep getting sick. (Well, that and the fact that the 'cleaning crew' they hired don't actually *clean anything*, as witness the little bits of paper and things i put in random places around my desk/shelf. Four days later, they are still there, in plain damn site. And wow, is that the little drift of pencil shavings someone spilled two weeks ago? Yup, still there. ARRGH.

Anyway - herein is part three of the 'Bucky is back and recovery is not linear' fic i work at on and off. Again, many thanks to darkhavens for her excellent and effortless beta-ing. Thanks, bb! :)

Also at AO3.




( Rabbit on the run.... )

*waves*
Heya. Well, so - it's nearly February, wow! Can't believe it. It's been cold-warm-cold-cold-*cold*holyfuck-warm here, so very weird. Heating bill is way too big, as usual. *sigh*

BUT, all that aside, i bring fic! Avengers fic. I know! Who'da thunk! But i love the movies (all of them except the Hulk ones - Bill Bixby is forever my Bruce Banner), and i've had this idea kicking around for ages, so... Fic. :)

I thought - getting your arm busted up and then amputated, possibly without anesthesia, is pretty fucking traumatizing. And then Evil Nazi Scientists (tm) graft some kind of horrible, metal killing-arm onto you? Without your consent? And torture you?

I can't imagine Bucky *liking* having that arm on him, so...i wrote about it. It's Gen, it's not terribly gory or anything, and I posted it over at AO3, too.


( What is this world, O soldiers? )



Also, in case you're wondering - SHOW IS BACK! AND I LUFF!! Oh, my boys. Oh, my *boys*! *smishes them*