𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐘 Everhart doesn't trust fate. After life took away her chance at a happy family, how could she? It isn't until she is forced to move to Brooklyn in 1936 that things begin to unexpectedly look up. She meets two city boys, forming a friendship...
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CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ❝ precautionary measures ❞
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WALKING INTO THE lab, Lucy frowned in confusion when Howard was nowhere to be seen. After the opening show for Captain America, Steve continued performing while she went to work with the inventor. Which, needless to say, was chaotic.
"Howard?" She called out for him, halting in her steps in waiting for a response.
"Boo!"
Lucy nearly jumped out of her skin. She let out a squeal, spinning around and placing a hand on her chest when she realized who it was. "Howard, what the hell was that for?"
He had his eyes on a sleek machine in his hand, grinning at the screen. "That was the perfect test run. Thank you for being a scardey cat."
"I'm not a—" Lucy sighed, rubbing at her forehead. "What do you mean?"
