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letterbladeSo. Um. Yeah.
As was stated frequently last year, cherry 7-up is crack.
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A few weeks after she gets out of basic, Stella is starting to feel like the object of an Army-sized game of pass the parcel. It would almost be funny if men weren't dying out there, every day, a war going by while she twiddles her thumbs because nobody knows what to do with her.
She trains obsessively, makes friends with the toughest drill sergeant on the base, goes back and tries to beat all her own records now that she knows how to handle herself better--and is bored out of her skull. The only one that's even half as out of place as she is the camp kid, the little orphan spitfire, Bucky. "So Private Kevins told me--after I wiped the floor with him--that he'd double dare me to go pick a fight with Rogers." Quick suspicious eyes looking her up and down. "I think he's having me on, no offense, ma'am, 'cause you're the only Rogers round here--"
She takes him down in less than a minute. Helps him up as he says, "Whoa, that was somethin'! Let's do it again!"
They're fast friends by nightfall.
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As was stated frequently last year, cherry 7-up is crack.
*****
A few weeks after she gets out of basic, Stella is starting to feel like the object of an Army-sized game of pass the parcel. It would almost be funny if men weren't dying out there, every day, a war going by while she twiddles her thumbs because nobody knows what to do with her.
She trains obsessively, makes friends with the toughest drill sergeant on the base, goes back and tries to beat all her own records now that she knows how to handle herself better--and is bored out of her skull. The only one that's even half as out of place as she is the camp kid, the little orphan spitfire, Bucky. "So Private Kevins told me--after I wiped the floor with him--that he'd double dare me to go pick a fight with Rogers." Quick suspicious eyes looking her up and down. "I think he's having me on, no offense, ma'am, 'cause you're the only Rogers round here--"
She takes him down in less than a minute. Helps him up as he says, "Whoa, that was somethin'! Let's do it again!"
They're fast friends by nightfall.
*****
This post is part of the Fanfiction Frenzy for Planned Parenthood, which is
wired_lizard's outing for Day of Blogs, and has raised $215 so far. Like what you see? Please consider donating!