Heh. My capacity for irrelevant ideas just kicked another odd thought out.
Sam Wilson. Slade Wilson.... (Okay, one's black and the other isn't, but adoption can cover that one.)
So it basically came up with this:
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Falcon leaned back, enjoying the warm summer afternoon heat. Hulk had wandered off to do whatever Hulk did when there wasn't anyone to beat up on. Cap was off at the gym working out. Sam had never met anyone who obsessed about staying in fighting trim more than Cap did. He put any five other Supers to shame.
Stark was off inventing, or schmoozing with his girlfriend. Damn, she's hot, he thought to himself with a grin as he remembered how those cutoff jeans had hugged her like a second skin. The casually tied halter top had completed the picture. Stark hadn't been smirking too much, but it was obvious she had the whole room in the palm of her hand the moment she showed up to haul her boyfriend off to deal with business.
Hawkeye... He was a mess, as usual. Making time with Wasp, especially after her apocalyptic breakup with Hank. But that was another can of worms he'd have to handle some time.
As for Sam? He was just relaxing, and enjoying the thrill of being in the most sought-after superteam in the world. The Avengers.
He tapped the communicator card Stark had given him on his chest as he looked down at the picture, a silly smile on his face. A smile which froze unevenly when he felt the sharp prick of something decidedly lethal pressed against the back of his neck.
"Enjoying the moment, brother?"
Sam fought the impulse to run, and turned slightly, glaring at the black and gold bilateral mask, barely visible in the dark of the bushes behind him. "Actually, yeah. I am. What do you care?"
Slade laughed softly and shook his head. "Brother... I'm just happy for you, is all. After all," he continued, his voice dark with amused insinuation. "You have no idea how hard I had to work those buffoons to convince them you should be on their team."
Sam half-turned in his chair, ignoring the potential risk. But Slade was already gone, a ghost in the trees behind him. "You did what?"
"I look out for family, brother." The voice faded fast as the darker side of their family slide away. "I'm pleased you've made a name for yourself now. Don't waste the opportunity. I might not be able to help you a second time."
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Those who fear the darkness have never seen what the light can do.
Sam Wilson. Slade Wilson.... (Okay, one's black and the other isn't, but adoption can cover that one.)
So it basically came up with this:
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Falcon leaned back, enjoying the warm summer afternoon heat. Hulk had wandered off to do whatever Hulk did when there wasn't anyone to beat up on. Cap was off at the gym working out. Sam had never met anyone who obsessed about staying in fighting trim more than Cap did. He put any five other Supers to shame.
Stark was off inventing, or schmoozing with his girlfriend. Damn, she's hot, he thought to himself with a grin as he remembered how those cutoff jeans had hugged her like a second skin. The casually tied halter top had completed the picture. Stark hadn't been smirking too much, but it was obvious she had the whole room in the palm of her hand the moment she showed up to haul her boyfriend off to deal with business.
Hawkeye... He was a mess, as usual. Making time with Wasp, especially after her apocalyptic breakup with Hank. But that was another can of worms he'd have to handle some time.
As for Sam? He was just relaxing, and enjoying the thrill of being in the most sought-after superteam in the world. The Avengers.
He tapped the communicator card Stark had given him on his chest as he looked down at the picture, a silly smile on his face. A smile which froze unevenly when he felt the sharp prick of something decidedly lethal pressed against the back of his neck.
"Enjoying the moment, brother?"
Sam fought the impulse to run, and turned slightly, glaring at the black and gold bilateral mask, barely visible in the dark of the bushes behind him. "Actually, yeah. I am. What do you care?"
Slade laughed softly and shook his head. "Brother... I'm just happy for you, is all. After all," he continued, his voice dark with amused insinuation. "You have no idea how hard I had to work those buffoons to convince them you should be on their team."
Sam half-turned in his chair, ignoring the potential risk. But Slade was already gone, a ghost in the trees behind him. "You did what?"
"I look out for family, brother." The voice faded fast as the darker side of their family slide away. "I'm pleased you've made a name for yourself now. Don't waste the opportunity. I might not be able to help you a second time."
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Those who fear the darkness have never seen what the light can do.