Commit an Act of Kindness (or two or three ♥). Leave a comment in this post saying you did it. Include a link to your post about your experience if you feel comfortable doing so.
I filled two drabble requests from my last post (but if you still want to ask for something, sure, why not). Thank you, evil_little_dog and carlyinrome!
This is, by the way, after I skimmed through all of the Snowflake wishlists and couldn't find one that fit my fandoms and skills, and also after I completed a small oil painting to mail to a friend and then decided that I wanted everything Snowflake to be for fandom. But the motivation for the latter was something I really needed, so I'm counting that as an extra win.
Why return, she was still asking herself, when nothing was left of the place? Why care about this absence, when nothing of her was left here either? I’m supposed to be above this. A goddess.
She whirled around and there he was. “Oz.” Scarcely believable. “Are you looking for something?”
He shook his head, and his own surprise barely showed, but his joy did. “I just came here to think. You?”
“I...never mind. How did you even…?”
He didn’t attempt to complete her question, or to answer it. “Look around, huh?” He gestured broadly. “Not everything is gone.”
It was easy, habitual even, to hide her concern. It was much harder to be taken at face value. Stark took one look at her when she entered, then turned back to his wet bar, saying only, “Oh, it’s you.”
“Everyone you would actually listen to is busy, unfortunately.”
He slumped into a plush chair, ice cubes jingling. “I’m fine.”
Natasha claimed a barstool. “Did I say you weren’t?”
“Not yet. Please, I wouldn’t even play you at rock-paper-scissors without thinking fourteen steps ahead.”
“Is that a challenge?”
He chuckled, a small victory. “What are the stakes?”
She smiled. “Transparency.”