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Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

Original

Erica hid her smirk: Agents rarely had the best social skills, at least amongst their peers.

"Huw," Price said, ignoring her and turning to the other seer of the group, "where are you from, then?"

Erica held in the burst of noise she wanted to make, but from Huw's expression, she wasn't holding it in particularly well.

"Swansea," Huw said, petulance ramping his melodic accent into a crescendo, "you racist bastard."

Price's cheeks went a little pink, and he started to stammer an apology, but Huw took pity on him, much too quickly for Erica's liking.

"My parents are from South Korea," Huw said, "I was born and raised in Wales - but I suppose it's an easy enough assumption to make a tit of yourself over."

Fanfic

"What else are you forbidden from saying?" other Steve prompts, still in a light tone, while Tony thinks over those phrases (and as more unnecessary proof that Tony is the same basic person as his mirrorverse doppelganger, suggesting sex would be Tony's first impulse, even if just for comedy reasons. He's not up to serious suggestions because Commander Stark is still blowing his brain a little – Steve has his surname in this alternate reality, and it's never not going to be amusing as hell.)

"I'm also not allowed to say," other Tony says, petulance drenching his tone, "that it is practically masturbation."

Oh, Tony thinks, and automatically grins. He turns to his Steve, and says, "You know, it is," and he ignores how interesting it is that Steve blushes when he figures it out.

He also ignores the slightly giddy feeling in the pit of his stomach, because Tony is not allowed nice things.