fic: Freezer Burn, Chapter 22
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Freezer Burn: chapter 22
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, except in this case when both are the same:
On LJ: part forty-one
On AO3: Chapter Twenty-Two
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by Domenika Marzione (
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
By the time Steve got back to Manhattan, he’d found out that the search for the dead was nearing completion (the search for the missing was nowhere near done) and efforts were being shifted toward recovery. The commander of the Task Force told Steve that while he was welcome to help document power outages caused by the EMPs and HYDRA, what would really be helpful would be an appearance at the evacuation centers.
“We saw this after the Towers and after the Chitauri,” Colonel Waldman explained, “there are a lot of scared people, some of them looking for someone who didn’t come home last night and some of them wondering if they still have a home to return to and we just don’t have the resources to give everyone an answer right away and some of them, we can’t answer at all. It can get ugly and it’s not usually anyone’s fault that it does.”
Waldman wasn’t asking Steve to be a USO girl and gladhand with pep and vim; he was asking him to be a bullet magnet when every shot fired went straight to someone’s heart and the shield wouldn’t even slow them down.
“Of course,” Steve agreed, ignoring the tiny voice (that still sounded like Bucky) telling him that this was going to hurt for far longer than the gouge in his back.
Notes: this story is updated in segments on LJ and those segments are bundled into chapters for AO3, except in this case when both are the same:
On LJ: part forty-one
On AO3: Chapter Twenty-Two
.