In the spring,
we climbed the rolling hills
and talked about our budding plans.
And we smiled,
our faces like a mirror
showing us our secret sides.
But then the fight:
the sharp words splintering the night,
how I couldn’t be what you’d need…
but oh how I could make you bleed—
I know the border lines we drew between us
keep the weapons down,
keep the wounded safe;
I know our antebellum innocence
was never meant to see the light of our armistice.
But how much would I give to have it back again?
How much did we lose
to live this way?
Vienna Teng - Antebellum
I appear to have written a fanfic.
And then I was suddenly tempted to write fanfic where Steve and Tony have a conversation about Alan Turing, and Tony explains who he was and what happened to him and Steve is disappointed in humanity.
I think I may have a problem, guys.
Now, to write it or not to write it?