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grenadesandohana) wrote2025-06-07 11:25 am
grenadesandohana) wrote2025-06-07 11:25 am
MCA #0, Saturday morning
Steve and Danny had arrived back from Hawai'i late last night after being released from the hospital earlier in the week. (Well, they thought it had been earlier in the week. Time had gotten weird traveling back from 2010.) They'd taken their bruised selves to separate bedrooms (it had taken only one night to realize that two people with still-healing liver transplant scars and restless sleep habits did not mix) and had gone to sleep.
And now Steve was waking up feeling amazing. Dare he say that he even felt swell?
Because he felt a lot like a super-soldier in the 1940s. He leaped athletically from bed and headed out into the kitchen, preparing to eat all the food he found there while trying to figure out why he wasn't still in London in 1945.
[OOC: Yes, I've swapped to a different Steve again.]
And now Steve was waking up feeling amazing. Dare he say that he even felt swell?
Because he felt a lot like a super-soldier in the 1940s. He leaped athletically from bed and headed out into the kitchen, preparing to eat all the food he found there while trying to figure out why he wasn't still in London in 1945.
[OOC: Yes, I've swapped to a different Steve again.]