Various and sundry Big Bangs...

[kellifer]

-> I feel kind of bad ticking the 'making good progress' box on the spn_j2_bigbang check-in because while I'm sitting on around 13k, it's because most of that was written LAST year. It's really helping to be filling deirdre_c's inbox with this thing because she tends to prod me when there's too big a gap between bits. :D

-> I'm starting to kind of flip-flop back and forth as to whether to stick with the Steve POV If At First companion story as my avengers_bang or mebbe the Clint is sekritly an elf story that's CONSUMING me at the moment.

Darcy rolls her eyes, then grins at Clint. He looks nervous. "So," Darcy says, standing and leaning across her desk. She's not even pretending to do work while he's loitering. "Were you born from a tulip?"

"What?"

"Did a flower unfurl and there you were?"

"Oh my god," Clint groans, smacking a hand over his face. "This is why I didn't want anyone to know."

"Did a beam of sunlight and a daffodil love each other very much?"

"I'm not a cabbage patch kid," Clint snaps.

"Aw, that was my next guess," Darcy says.

"Elves are... created just like humans. We're born the same way."

"With the blood, the screaming and the poop?" Darcy scoffs. "I don't think so. I bet there were fawns in attendance and you were delivered by a bunny wearing spectacles."

"You're a crazy person," Clint huffs.

...or maybe the Steve/Tony, Clint/Coulson werewolf one because they make a cute pack...

"Sorry," Clint grunts, like Tony isn't aware that he does it on purpose, likes making people jump. Tony grabs the rare opportunity to have one of the wonder twins so close and darts in to sniff at Clint's neck to try and get a proper read on the guy.

Clint ducks away, scowling and Tony really didn't expect what he got a nose full of.

"Oh my god, really?" he huffs, delighted at the way Clint is now furiously blushing.

"Shut up," Clint grumbles, making a big show of getting a cereal bowl out of the cupboard and hunting for a spoon.

"No, honestly, that's why?" he presses.

"Why what?" Natasha asks, successfully being the second person to sneak up on him that morning but Tony isn't too worried about that anymore.

"I thought the blockers were just a SHEILD requirement or something," Tony says, watching scarlet flood down Clint's neck and curl over his ears.

"They aren't," Natasha says. "We've just got skills better utilised when we're not all...what?" Natasha demands, eyes flicking between Tony and Clint.

"Smell Clint," Tony invites and Clint smacks the cereal box down, his shoulders coming up. "I think Clint has a different reason for taking them."

Natasha just blinks at them for a moment before a slow, understanding smile crosses her face. "Oh, no way," she says, looking more gleeful than Tony's ever seen her.

"How about you both go to hell?" Clint says but it's embarrassed instead of angry.

"I get why you would though," Tony muses, rubbing his chin. "You don't exactly want to make your cute little Coulson a chew toy-urk!" Tony's teasing is cut off when Clint tackles him to the kitchen floor.

Tony waits for the rage to hit him, to shift because he feels threatened but a funny thing happens.

He doesn't.

There's no aggression coming off Clint, and it's not just because the blockers are doing their job. Clint's... the closest way to describe it is playing and Tony instinctively recognizes it, curls into himself helplessly laughing when all Clint does is make sure Tony's pinned to the floor so he can rabbit punch him in the shoulder repeatedly.

"Oof!" Tony manages to get out as the rest of the wind is knocked out of him when Natasha joins the fray, landing on Clint and squishing them both flat. Tony can see her bright eyes over Clint's shoulder, full of glee and triumph.

Considering rough drafts are due on the 20th, I'm most likely to just end up wibbling back and forth until I get NONE OF THEM FINISHED.

-> Okay, non Big Bang related but I was all, ugh, no about the Tony/Bruce stuff from Avengers that's been floating around until I saw the teeny gif set floating around where Tony is asking Bruce about being calm, then POKES HIM IN THE RIBS. Bruce says "Ow!" but then looks AMUSED and it is ADORKABLE. Now I kinda, sorta wants it. /tentative grabby hands.