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murphysscribe) wrote2012-08-25 11:58 am
murphysscribe) wrote2012-08-25 11:58 am
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Prompt Fill: Imagine
Prompt: Avengers, Any, imagine all the people
They were sprawled in the common room at Stark Tower, enjoying a rare moment when no monsters or alien robots were trying to make the city explode. Clint and Natasha entwined on one couch, Bruce and Steve sketching plans for something complex, mechanical, possibly violent. Coulson doing paperwork. Thor was making microwave popcorn, a task he approached with a certain demented glee, but who's going to argue with a god who has a hammer?
Tony jolted upright, snapped out of his reverie, and pinned Steve with a glance: "You have no idea who the Beatles are! No idea who John Lennon is!"
Everyone stared at Tony. Steve stammered "wait... um, I think I remember?" He sifted through the facts and details they'd all tried to cram into his brain to bring him up to speed. "A band, right?"
"A band? More than a band! They were bigger than Elvis... wait, that's also before-- after-- your time. Bigger than... Glen Miller! Bigger than Jesus Christ!" Tony had gotten to his feet. "JARVIS, cue up the Beatles, Ed Sullivan, 1964. No... wait... John Lennon, Imagine, just the audio."
"Right away sir," came the disembodied voice.
The slow piano chords filled the room.
Steve listened attentively at first, like there was going to be a quiz, but he relaxed into the melody, smiling slowly.
"You may say I'm a dreamer... but I'm not the only one. Perhaps someday you'll join me, and the world can live as one...
"That's nice. I like this."
Tony still had the manic gleam in his eyes. "Okay, we'll start here. And next week, I'm playing you Hendrix!"
They were sprawled in the common room at Stark Tower, enjoying a rare moment when no monsters or alien robots were trying to make the city explode. Clint and Natasha entwined on one couch, Bruce and Steve sketching plans for something complex, mechanical, possibly violent. Coulson doing paperwork. Thor was making microwave popcorn, a task he approached with a certain demented glee, but who's going to argue with a god who has a hammer?
Tony jolted upright, snapped out of his reverie, and pinned Steve with a glance: "You have no idea who the Beatles are! No idea who John Lennon is!"
Everyone stared at Tony. Steve stammered "wait... um, I think I remember?" He sifted through the facts and details they'd all tried to cram into his brain to bring him up to speed. "A band, right?"
"A band? More than a band! They were bigger than Elvis... wait, that's also before-- after-- your time. Bigger than... Glen Miller! Bigger than Jesus Christ!" Tony had gotten to his feet. "JARVIS, cue up the Beatles, Ed Sullivan, 1964. No... wait... John Lennon, Imagine, just the audio."
"Right away sir," came the disembodied voice.
The slow piano chords filled the room.
Steve listened attentively at first, like there was going to be a quiz, but he relaxed into the melody, smiling slowly.
"You may say I'm a dreamer... but I'm not the only one. Perhaps someday you'll join me, and the world can live as one...
"That's nice. I like this."
Tony still had the manic gleam in his eyes. "Okay, we'll start here. And next week, I'm playing you Hendrix!"