MONUMENT

some people move on. sell me something i can use to catapult my value. treat me like a cardinal anointed in my vessels. won't you lie through your teeth and tell me i'm a monument to more than bone and tissue.

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town hall. open starter.

The mornings were always the busiest at the mayor’s office. Thanos always knew exactly how he wished to run the day and yet his people seemed to let his ideas fall through the cracks. Now, Ophelia was cleaning up the other’s messes, hoping beyond hope that the mayor would not stop in her office before she had finished typing up all the documents that were missing.

“How can someone forget to type up the mayor’s speech?” she asked, squinting at the notebook beside her. The heavy scrawl looked more like scratch marks than letters. Finally she figured out the next word. Her eyes lit up as she flew through the next sentence and then was stuck at the first word of the next. “Oh fuck me,” she whispered, almost panicked that Thanos would come knocking on her door.

And then there was a slight rap. Lia jumped almost out of her skin but finally took a breath when she saw it wasn’t her purple-tie wearing boss. “Oh thank goodness it’s you,” she said, running a hand through her hair. “If you were Mayor Thanos, I thought I might shit myself.” 

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tony stark high school - library. open starter.

January always felt as if it were a million years long. As February rolled around, though, the end of the semester loomed closer. Michelle always hated summertime. The monotony of the school year soothed her in a way that freedom did not. Besides, she enjoyed working on projects and finding new ways to build a code. She enjoyed being with her friends -- a new concept, yes, but one that she enjoyed nonetheless. 

Now, she sat behind a computer, fighting a code that just wouldn’t work no matter how hard she tried. An audible groan escaped her, head falling into her hands. Her eyes scanned the table in front of her. Then, an idea hit her. She popped back up, eyes alight, fingers flying across a keyboard. And there it was. The projection showed a cacophony of colors, dancing around on screen.

MJ leaned back in her chair, grinning. “And they try to tell us that girls can’t code.”

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barnes & rodgers shop. open for everyone. 

There was a war brewing. Steve could feel the underside of the car becoming more and more unresponsive, fighting his every pull. He wasn’t sure if it was going to work, but he took the wrench, pulling hard. The car stopped fighting. Had he won? Steve rolled out from under the car, eyes firmly fixed on the wheel. “Don’t give up on me,” he whispered, before pressing his foot to the brake.

The car roared to life, bringing a small smirk to Steve’s lips. A sigh escaped him and he leaned back in the leather seat, content. For a second, he allowed himself the reprieve from the constant work; the constant fixing of everyone’s machinery. But he knew the client was waiting for him and pushed back outside. 

“Looks like she should run for a while longer,” Steve said. “But I’d look in to getting a new car soon if I were you.” He wiped his hands on a towel by his waist before crossing them over his chest. “How old is this car anyway? 1970? Looks like a classic.”