marcicat | it’s like it senses my mood

… for the last 20 minutes, Pandora has played nothing but Kris Allen and David Archuleta at me. I assume this is the internet’s way of telling me to calm the fuck down. (“Here, have some bubblegum pop from artists you would probably be embarrassed to say ‘calm the fuck down’ in front of.”) Gee, thanks internet. (No, really. Thanks.)

Also, I started reading this fic at work and finished it at home. I have laughed (slightly hysterically) at everything today, being unreasonably on edge, but it definitely made my lunch break more enjoyable.

Source Code, by Closer
Post-movie, the media speculates. Wildly, in some cases.

Some folks thought he was a soldier, like the men in the bar had, and Steve supposed that wasn’t wholly wrong. Some thought he was a civilian who’d just up and decided to become a vigilante, which was ridiculous. Though not as ridiculous as the people who thought he was a clone, and there were a depressing number of those. A smaller but still depressingly large group of people thought Tony Stark had built a Captain America robot and unleashed it on New York. Shape shifting aliens were also mentioned.

[On an unrelated note, I'm pretty sure all those options have actually been Avengers at some point in comics canon. OH AVENGERS, ILU.]

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