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fic: Freezer Burn, Chapter 24
Freezer Burn: chapter 24
by Domenika Marzione (
miss_porcupine)
Genfic; PG-13-ish
Avengers/Captain America ensemble; a mashup between the movies and the 616-verse.
LJ tag | ao3
Summary: The adventures of Steve Rogers, defrosted soldier, who is missing time but not really all that lost. He's got a surprisingly broad knowledge of lettuces, a working grasp of modern technology, and may or may not be using both to mess with his teammates and save the world.
Notes: this story is updated in segments on LJ and those segments are bundled into chapters for AO3:
On LJ: part forty-four
On AO3: Chapter Twenty-Four
by Domenika Marzione (
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Genfic; PG-13-ish
Avengers/Captain America ensemble; a mashup between the movies and the 616-verse.
LJ tag | ao3
Summary: The adventures of Steve Rogers, defrosted soldier, who is missing time but not really all that lost. He's got a surprisingly broad knowledge of lettuces, a working grasp of modern technology, and may or may not be using both to mess with his teammates and save the world.
“You’re in a mood,” Tapper said finally looking over.
Steve had tucked the envelope with Hopper’s letter into his tablet case and it faced him as he opened it now. He plucked it off the screen and handed it to Tapper. “Can you see that this gets where it’s supposed to go?”
“What’s this?” Tapper asked, although he could see that it said “to the family of Agent Alvin Hopper” on the envelope.
“The price of a salute,” Steve replied simply, turning on his tablet.
The prep material for the briefing was an outline of what would be discussed and then a one-page biography of a man named George Tarleton, who was apparently the head of AIM – the real head, not the floppy-haired figurehead CEO with the inspiring tale of immigrant success who appeared on their website and government documents. And one look at his tale made Steve sit up out of his slouch because there were some very familiar names on his job history: Stark Industries and Trident Corporation.
“Hunh,” he murmured. “This might end up being a useful afternoon after all.”
Tapper smiled. “See, that’s better. Groundless optimism that Kolnbach, given the football and thirty yards of open field, won’t trip over his own shoelaces en route to the end zone. Much more your speed.”
Notes: this story is updated in segments on LJ and those segments are bundled into chapters for AO3:
On LJ: part forty-four
On AO3: Chapter Twenty-Four