Title: A Ghost in the Machine
Nov. 17th, 2010 05:55 pmTitle: A Ghost in the Machine
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snowynight
Universe: MA: Avengers
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Beta: none
Summary:
Word Count: 333
Author note: Written to the prompt time travel and the day we were: pre-canon on my fanbingo card
Stupid Illness. Steve lay on the bed, shivering from coldness despite the thin blanket on him. He had a fever, again and Mum was worried enough to keep him at home. Archie must have been playing now. He looked through the window and stared at children playing outside. He would want to go but he was too weak. Beside, Mum would be angry. He was too immersed in his thought that when he turned away from the window, he had the greatest shock in his life."
"Who are you?" A half transparent dark-haired boy boy about his age in weird clothes stood here. Is it a ghost? The ghost stories he had read crept up at him. Was this the angel of death? But he had no wings.
"Crap, you can see me." the boy said.
Steve felt the need to correct him, "You shouldn't say words like this."
The boy sneered, "Who are you , my Dad?"
Steve gathered up his courage. "You should not be here anyway. Leave now."
"Actually, I was struck here." The boy looked embarrassed, "I must have done something wrong..."
Steve was filled with sympathy. "How awful! But... why didn't I see you before?"
"I must have ignored the variable in the initial equation." The boy whispered to himself. He paused and told Steve, "You won't understand it anyway."
Steve didn't understand the words, but he protested anyway. "Hey, I am clever." His teachers and his Mum said so.
"It doesn't matter. Hey, when is it anyway?" The boy asked
,
"It is 1929." Steve said. So the ghost was not so clever. He must have been really confused.
"I am in the right time then. What's your name?"
"Steve Rogers."
The boy looked really surprised, "Steve Rogers, but... you are Steve Rogers?"
"What's the deal?" Steve asked.
"Nothing." The boy held out his hand. "I am Tony Stark."
Steve tried to hold the boy's hand, but his hand got through it. The two boys looked at each other and started to laugh. The Stark boy didn't see so annoying now.
Author:
snowynightUniverse: MA: Avengers
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Beta: none
Summary:
Word Count: 333
Author note: Written to the prompt time travel and the day we were: pre-canon on my fanbingo card
Stupid Illness. Steve lay on the bed, shivering from coldness despite the thin blanket on him. He had a fever, again and Mum was worried enough to keep him at home. Archie must have been playing now. He looked through the window and stared at children playing outside. He would want to go but he was too weak. Beside, Mum would be angry. He was too immersed in his thought that when he turned away from the window, he had the greatest shock in his life."
"Who are you?" A half transparent dark-haired boy boy about his age in weird clothes stood here. Is it a ghost? The ghost stories he had read crept up at him. Was this the angel of death? But he had no wings.
"Crap, you can see me." the boy said.
Steve felt the need to correct him, "You shouldn't say words like this."
The boy sneered, "Who are you , my Dad?"
Steve gathered up his courage. "You should not be here anyway. Leave now."
"Actually, I was struck here." The boy looked embarrassed, "I must have done something wrong..."
Steve was filled with sympathy. "How awful! But... why didn't I see you before?"
"I must have ignored the variable in the initial equation." The boy whispered to himself. He paused and told Steve, "You won't understand it anyway."
Steve didn't understand the words, but he protested anyway. "Hey, I am clever." His teachers and his Mum said so.
"It doesn't matter. Hey, when is it anyway?" The boy asked
,
"It is 1929." Steve said. So the ghost was not so clever. He must have been really confused.
"I am in the right time then. What's your name?"
"Steve Rogers."
The boy looked really surprised, "Steve Rogers, but... you are Steve Rogers?"
"What's the deal?" Steve asked.
"Nothing." The boy held out his hand. "I am Tony Stark."
Steve tried to hold the boy's hand, but his hand got through it. The two boys looked at each other and started to laugh. The Stark boy didn't see so annoying now.
