pre-Friday fic rec

[marcicat]

I was going to try to come up with something clever, but then I lost an hour to reading the final two chapters of Ain’t No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down), by spitandvinegar.

In related news, Ain’t No Grave (Can Keep My Body Down), by spitandvinegar is now complete!

It’s six in the morning, and Steve is heading out on a run when he nearly trips over a bouquet of sunflowers on the front steps of his brownstone.

For a second paranoia takes over, and he kicks the flowers a little, waiting for them to explode. They don’t. They also came with a card, which he picks up. The front of the card has a tasteful picture of the Brooklyn bridge at sunset. It’s very nice and sedate, like the kind of card you would buy to give to your boss. On the inside someone has written a short message in big, shaky block letters.

I AM SORRY FOR SHOOTING YOU.

Steve sits down hard on the steps.

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