The great invasionChapter 1:More Like This
The weather was so sunny and hot, in that day of July, that going out of home was almost forbidden.
Light was dazzling and hotness suffocating.
Bart was in his room, wearing only his pants, playing Titanfall with his computer, his team was winning and he was first, with 60 points already, in the half of the game.
Playing, almost uninterruptedly, with this game for a month made him become a very good player.
Lisa was exercising with her saxophone and, as usual, all the others closed their room doors, because the girl was always annoying with her instrument.
It was the half of the morning, and Marge was advantaging with lunch, preparing it now, she wanted to be free for some minutes, later.
Marge will never be free as she wanted to do, in fact when she was about to finish cooking, she heard a roar coming from the road, and some other weird noises.
Bart and the others reached Marge, Homer asked first:- what the hell was that?!?-
Marge said an obviousness:- the only
The great invasionChapter 2, Springfield periphery:More Like This
End of 5th to 6th of July.
It was completely night.
The sky was dark now, the power plant was destroyed, and the city was completely immersed in the dark, many stars were shining in a humid and black sky, even the Milky Way was visible.
There was a conjunction between Jupiter and Mars, which were about to set.
The group was moving up to the Springfield outskirts, more precisely up to Mount Springfield.
The letters of the Springfield name were still untouched, creating a big contrast between them and the whole city, which was only a cluster of ruins.
Lisa looked at her phosphorescent watch, it was almost midnight.
After a moment she communicated to the group:-I think it's better if we stop here for the night, but it's only a discussible opinion of mine, so I'd propose this: when someone has something to say for the group, we'll vote.
For now I've a proposition: we are going to stay here for the night.
Who agrees with me can lift up his/her hand, plus if
Coulson's Return"I see you fell for it. Would you like to meet my top agent?" The suit was half in shreds. He was hurt an exhausted. All Tony Stark could do was glare defiantly as his head was pulled back. The Mandarin gestured and the "Top Agent" he mentioned walked into the room. With a slight gesture, the hood was withdrawn and Tony saw the bright blue eyes ofMore Like This
"Phil?" The man didn't seem completely aware (Brainwashing? Mind control? A cybernetic virus?) But the man across from him was unmistakably Phil Coulson.
"Good evening, Mister Stark." Coulson said in crisp tones. "I trust you have been enjoying the hospitality?" Stark just gaped as his mind tried to wrap his brain around this.
"You were dead." He finally said. "I went to your funeral. It was open casket. Steve made dog tags especially for you so you could be buried with them and he signed and buried the cards. We all carried your casket. You were buried in my family plot. What are you doing here? "
"I brought him back." The Mandarin r
His First ChristmasMaria Hill stood in the banquet hall that SHIELD had rented out. It was time for their annual Christmas party. The walls were draped in garland, the tables groaned with food, and there was a large tree topped with a star in the middle. As far as she could tell, every SHIELD agent (that currently was not under cover or a hidden asset of course) was at the party.More Like This
All save one.
She knew where he was though. And with a small sigh, she grabbed two cans of soda and headed up to the roof.
He was up there, like she thought he would be. The guest of honor, Agent Phil Coulson. However, he looked different. He must have been out here for quite a while. His skin already glinted an icy blue under his suit. His hair seemed to partially vanish. Around him the snow fell in a denser formation.
"What are you doing?" Maria asked as she stepped out onto the roof. Phil Coulson turned to look at her, and as he did so his eyes changed
Weekly Writing Prompt: KISSDisclaimer: I own no one.More Like This
A/N: Unconventional as always. This is what happens when all three of your muses are insanely chaotic (I need to update my Chaotic ID to include Loki) This week’s writing prompt is Kiss. Since this will probably be the theme of a later chapter in my 100 Themes story, I decided to change it slightly. Let’s stick on the Caps Lock people…
This week’s writing prompt: KISS
This is gonna be fun…
I absolutely adore the actress who plays Agent Hill’s sense of humor as seen in the Gag Reel, so I decided to use her.
This could also be considered ‘Cruel and Very Unusual Punishment.’
“Are you attempting to deafen me?!”
Agent Maria Hill ignored the voice and cranked the stereo’s volume up higher. She didn’t care about the noise; it was comforting in fact. The blasting music helped to drown out her sorrows and memories of the past few days.
And her passenger.
Bitlets 157He says that "You must have a girlfriend,"More Like This
upon seeing Lauren's embossed envelope
that he has retrieved from the mail.
Truth is, in that envelope are bookmarks
for me to match origami paper too
and a galaxy of trees,
and while there is simplicity in truth
there is convolution in explaining it.
"Yah, I must."