Sunday Six (part 2)
“Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project—published, submitted, in progress, for your cat—whatever.”
From my recently posted fic, “Penelope”:
It’s taken him a week to find the vials from her old blood sample, from before and after the Chitauri virus, and it had nearly ripped him in two just to handle them. He thought he loved her before, when he saw Coulson with Audrey, then realized he was wrong in the pod, and wrong when she left, and when she came back, and when the ceiling fell in, and when she said that she maybe loved him back. And he has been proven wrong every day since she left, because this is love. Everything that came before was just the beginning.
He puts the vial in the prototype and loves her more than he’s ever loved her before, more than he ever thought he could love anyone. Maybe his heart will call out to hers. Maybe that’s how she finds him.