smallestbear:

David normally didn't fuss about anything. He was a very stable kid. Nothing got to him and he didn't have any problems.

That was at least how he acted. But he did have problems. Sometimes he had nightmares. He had no idea what he should do about this thing with Rachel, Starbridge, and Torn Ear. He also had become aware that his little secret was becoming more of an issue. It kind of pissed him off.

He just wanted to be a normal guy. Like that was ever going to happen though. No matter how much Misha and Rose wanted things to be normal for him David was just as much aware that things just wouldn't ever be that way.

Which might be why he was in one of the studies right now late at night. Sleep was not happening when he could feel that restless streak taking hold. Especially when he was trying to work things out in his head and fighting to calm his nerves.

Yeah, not happening. David's zen master like state of mind was just not returning right now. Joy. It was Uncle Hank's chili, he swears to God.

tooth_n_claw:

Today was a big day for Mel and Alex was going to be there by her side the whole time. Today was the first day of physical therapy for her and Alex was going to play cheerleader for her. He'd even get pompoms and use them if it helped.

The day was going to start out on a good note. He made breakfast for her that included scrambled eggs, toast, some fresh fruit and freshly squeezed orange juice. They items were placed on a tray and he carried them to her room. He knocked on the door with a foot since his hands were full.

swashbuckler:

Steve was in the gym in the Mansion, putting himself through his paces on the basketball court.  Dribbling the ball, making shots, spinning the ball on his finger, all kinds of stunts.  The metal of his arm gleamed in the light of the gym. 

He was using his right arm pretty exclusively for the stunts, even though he was very nearly ambidextrous.  He needed to get his coordination back.

The arm was new, newer than the replacement he'd first come back home with.  Tony Stark had seen to that, putting the best minds he had (including his own) behind the creation of a suitable bionic.  It was loaded down with more options than a Swiss Army Knife, had better tactile sensations that the previous model, and in general was better synced to his body.  When need be, he could activate a pseudo-flesh covering for it.

He threw the ball, sinking it from about half court.  And hella stronger too.

He nodded, impressed with the results.  Getting there, he thought.