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Hearken to the Sleeping King by adn_heming (PG)
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pervyficgirl and I'll be driving the Marvel Crack Van for July. I tend to favor strong women and rare pairings in this fandom, so those themes will probably make up the bulk of my recs.
Fandom: MARVEL COMICS
Pairing: Falcon (Sam Wilson), Patriot (Eli Bradley). References to Sam/Steve Rogers, but Gen
Length:4,000 words
Author on LJ:adn_heming
Author Website: Just the LJ as far as I can tell.
Why this must be read: This fic is brutal and crushing, just the way any fic dealing with the Civil War should be. It doesn't hold back in showing how the war devastated the heroes, particularly in showing the loss caused by Steve's death. Steve's best friend is trying so hard, all throughout the story, to keep Steve grounded and to honor his memory. And that part of the story is told very well.
But I'm also reccing it because of the voice it gives Eli. Eli is confused but strong here, holding up between what should be a pretty crushing weight of competing legacies and a group of heroes out to make his life miserable. The fic does a great job of showing his leadership abilities and his connection to many different pockets of the Marvel Universe.
This is very much a fic that should be read and cherished for the fantastic characterization of the characters involved.
Snippet:
“Chick,” Redwing said, out of the blue.
Steve would crack up, Sam thought. As it was, he gave Morgan James, six years old, a gentle smile and a teddy bear from the toy box collection as he handed her to child services. Mom missing, a three year old brother, and she didn’t know who else to call. She’d found Sam’s number in her Mom’s coat pocket and rang.
“Chick!” Redwing insisted. Sam can feel the insistent beat of his wings.
Sam received a mental image in his mind’s eye: a handsome boy in a blue hooded jacket, hands tucked in his pockets, looking up at the sky. At him. At the falcon overhead.
“Man,” Sam Wilson told his bird: “Patriot’s gonna be pissed when he finds out you called him that.”
Rest Here:
Hearken to the Sleeping King
pervyficgirl and I'll be driving the Marvel Crack Van for July. I tend to favor strong women and rare pairings in this fandom, so those themes will probably make up the bulk of my recs. Fandom: MARVEL COMICS
Pairing: Falcon (Sam Wilson), Patriot (Eli Bradley). References to Sam/Steve Rogers, but Gen
Length:4,000 words
Author on LJ:
adn_hemingAuthor Website: Just the LJ as far as I can tell.
Why this must be read: This fic is brutal and crushing, just the way any fic dealing with the Civil War should be. It doesn't hold back in showing how the war devastated the heroes, particularly in showing the loss caused by Steve's death. Steve's best friend is trying so hard, all throughout the story, to keep Steve grounded and to honor his memory. And that part of the story is told very well.
But I'm also reccing it because of the voice it gives Eli. Eli is confused but strong here, holding up between what should be a pretty crushing weight of competing legacies and a group of heroes out to make his life miserable. The fic does a great job of showing his leadership abilities and his connection to many different pockets of the Marvel Universe.
This is very much a fic that should be read and cherished for the fantastic characterization of the characters involved.
Snippet:
“Chick,” Redwing said, out of the blue.
Steve would crack up, Sam thought. As it was, he gave Morgan James, six years old, a gentle smile and a teddy bear from the toy box collection as he handed her to child services. Mom missing, a three year old brother, and she didn’t know who else to call. She’d found Sam’s number in her Mom’s coat pocket and rang.
“Chick!” Redwing insisted. Sam can feel the insistent beat of his wings.
Sam received a mental image in his mind’s eye: a handsome boy in a blue hooded jacket, hands tucked in his pockets, looking up at the sky. At him. At the falcon overhead.
“Man,” Sam Wilson told his bird: “Patriot’s gonna be pissed when he finds out you called him that.”
Rest Here:
Hearken to the Sleeping King