Taking requests!

[caiusbackup]

Hey, all. Since I enjoyed doing fic requests so much last time (way back when in August!), I'm going to do it again.

Give me a character, pairing, situation, or whatever (preferably related to something I've discussed here or elsewhere indicated I know something about--rather a lot of the DCU is fair game, and Increasing Amounts of Marvel, Mostly Related to Captain America), and I'll most probably write you a short fic.

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[devilc.livejournal.com]

Since you mentioned cap, I think you're going to be slammed with cap requests.

Let me add to it:

Cap observes a few quiet moments amongst the Young Avengers.

[caiusmajor.livejournal.com]

Even in the tumult of the underground resistance headquarters, there were quiet moments, if only when it was time to sleep.

Almost from the moment they'd been rescued, the Young Avengers had been active: gawking more-or-less openly at the underground bunker, introducing themselves (or having Cassie Lang introduce them) to the assembled heroes, and requesting places on the rescue missions.

But it was night in the bunker now, even if they could not see the sun, even if a half-shift of the renegades stayed to keep watch for emergencies. The children were assigned to three small rooms, and with a small degree of teenagerly protest, sent to them.

They were so young. Steve Rogers was used to feeling old, even though in body and life experience he was no older than of his colleagues who had been born fifty years after him. But these new Young Avengers--there had been teenager heroes in the new era (since Bucky), but few (save for Rick Jones, when Steve had first emerged into this new time) Steve had been close to. And with the fate of the New Warriors, with the media blasting their youth almost as much as their powers--the Young Avengers seemed even more fragile than they had before.

He wasn't, exactly, doing a bed check (although if the children turned out to be elsewhere, Steve probably *would* go to seek them). In any case, the rooms assigned to the Young Avengers were on the way to Steve's own bunk, and he might just as well pass by.

First was the room occupied by the two girls. He paused in front of it; he heard talking within: from the rhythms, Cassie was telling Kate about the superheroes they had met, and Kate was trying not to sound impressed. All seemed well, so he passed by.

Next was Teddy and Billy's room. He had not been responsible for that particular room assignment, although under the circumstances trying to enforce old-fashioned propriety would seem a bit superfluous. But Teddy and Billy, like Cassie and Kate, seemed to be talking--excitedly comparing notes on the people they'd met. In fact, they seemed to be involved in a heated argument about just who was the coolest hero, now that they'd met more of them in person.

The room occupied by Eli and the young Vision, however, was silent. Steve paused longer in front of it, wondering if he should knock. Eli had always been a little cold toward him, presumably on account of his grandfather; it was a discussion that they should continue sometime, but perhaps not tonight. Certainly not if the young Patriot was taking the opportunity to get valuable sleep. As for the new Vision, occupying the old Iron Lad's armor--a double reminder of lost friends there, dead and estranged--presumably the android did not need sleep as such, but could use the time to replenish and process as much as any of them.

Steve moved on, quietly, to his own room.