Spoilers for Captain America #25 (if one needs that warning anymore).
The longest and hardest part of writing this ficlet was (I kid you not) deciding whether the bike’s engine should be a knucklehead, a flathead, or a panhead, because I am just that lame. I really, really wanted to make it a WR or WLA, but they aren’t quite big enough for two people.
ETA: Now has a ridiculously obscure title, because I am incredibly pretentious. If the writer of Frontline can indulge their gratuitous litgeekery, so can I.
( Angst! Relentlessly PG-rated sex! )
The longest and hardest part of writing this ficlet was (I kid you not) deciding whether the bike’s engine should be a knucklehead, a flathead, or a panhead, because I am just that lame. I really, really wanted to make it a WR or WLA, but they aren’t quite big enough for two people.
ETA: Now has a ridiculously obscure title, because I am incredibly pretentious. If the writer of Frontline can indulge their gratuitous litgeekery, so can I.
( Angst! Relentlessly PG-rated sex! )