Drawn by the good doctor, Dr. Kara.
I hear she’s a real doctor.
I got the chance to watch this drawn live and give input, which was mostly me making squeaking noises and laughing like the fool I am. Nova and Captain America taking on a couple of big nasties.
Drawn by ScorpioFreak of Devart.
I can’t seem to find her page, the name changes a while back screwed everything up for me. As soon as I can find it, I shall link to her! Nova in her civilian attire, smiling to hold back the annoyance of interrupted errands.
So quick to play the blame game. I have you know, I’ve been banned from any SHIELD property for like a
yearweek, so it couldn’t possibly have been me or any of my small spy devices that wont trip SHIELD detection because I am that damn good. And I find the simplicity of such a juvenile trap beneath me. I would have done something much more elaborate and time consuming.
You’d be surprised at how many guns I’ve had shoved into my face since I was five years old.
Seven.I am unmoved by threats and now I’m not going to share my new phone with you.
Miss Whitman’s correct, er, in a roundabout way, even though the use of weaponry is ill advised against a child. Tabitha, really? No one should be pointing any fingers until we have this matter settled. Dr. Banner is rightly upset and we are handling this as smoothly as possible without any further incident.
Please, Cash, call me Ginny. When I’m off the clock, which doesn’t happen that often, I’m neither Nova or Agent Bailey. Sock hops. Mm, that does take me back. I was starting to get a little too old for them when they become popular, but I love dancing. The girls and I would go out every Friday if we could and dance till dawn. Cab Calloway could play a mean Jitterbug and you had to be fast to keep up with him.
It was a sincere and wonderful break from everything going on and as much as I loved wearing my pilot fatigues, a simple dress made me feel a little special. I can still remember the smells, the smell of rain and people crammed together in a dingy bar, cigarette smoke mixing with perfume. It was always noisy, but it was a good noise. It was of life and friends and the occasional fight and the music. Nothing can ever compare to a live band, it gets in your bones and makes your heart beat so fast and fills you up, you just can’t help but tap your toes and follow along.