I have a massive issue coming up with titles for stories. Must work on that. The Avengers. PG-13, Steve/Tony. Around 1100 words. In which Brooklyn (yes, the neighborhood) gets personified and there is, as per usual, coffee. He’s sitting in the open window, on the sill, one leg tucked up against his body with an arm thrown across his knee, the other gently bumping against the brick of the building in time with the rhythm of the city. The metal of the fire escape feels cool under his toes. He’s... read more
