Avengers Cliche Table

[kellifer]

Cliche Table update: 10/25.

Not halfway yet but lookit - it's getting there. I can't believe I've written so MUCH in such a short amount of time in a new fandom.

Currently working on:

Forced Bonding: Steve/Tony, Clint/Coulson werewolf!fic which is my avengers_bang which is FINISHED LIKE A BOSS. I just can't post it yet so it'll be languishing in my 'working-on' pile until I can.

Tony thinks maybe things will be better now, maybe he and Steve will stop washing up on the jagged rocks they both call personalities, cutting themselves to ribbons. He thinks maybe it's like an infected wound and now all the gunk's out, they'll be able to heal.

Steve withdraws though, becomes a kind of shadow flitting from place to place. He's still in the house which is a blessing, Tony asking JARVIS to keep tabs on his movements surreptitiously but he might as well have not bothered.

If they aren't on a mission Steve's in his room, staring at the wall.

Tony feels the other's distress like his own, it's one of the reasons he never wanted to get tangled up in the whole pack thing. He knows Fury would love it, be all smug and justified about his decision to force them together because like it or not, they've become a single unit, a team.

Tony wants to hurl.

He finds Clint and Natasha in the living room, both despondently watching television. Tony hesitates only for a second before he digs fingers into Clint's hair and rubs over his scalp. He gets such a sense of contentment from doing so that he's a little startled by it, moreso when Natasha seems to lose the glassiness in her gaze and slumps sideways into Clint, looking up at Tony.

His other hand traces her temple and she just looks at him, usually impassive face sad.

"Yeah, I know," he huffs as Clint nudges more into his hand. "I'll fix it."

Soulmates: The High school/college AU If At First Steve/Tony, Steve POV story. I'm kinda shoehorning it into my cliche table but I think it fits.

"You think Tony's going to be different, don't you?" Peggy demands.

"He might be," Steve manages to get out in a small voice. "People change and it's been a while." He watches Tony from across food hall, the way he throws his head back and laughs at the stunning red haired girl he's sitting with while she shakes her head and looks fondly exasperated.

"Oh my god, I love you, I really do but you can be so dense. You think he's really going to be less of an ass at the place where there are buildings named after his family?" When Steve just stares at his hands, Peggy reaches across and takes one of them. "Hon, you're not shallow enough to be happy about it if he starts treating you differently now anyway, right?"

"Right," Steve finally huffs, although again, doesn't really believe himself.

"What up losers?" Darcy asks, plopping into the seat next to Peggy. Darcy was someone Peggy had met at the beginning of the previous year during Steve's break and Steve tries not to feel petulantly territorial about his friend. Darcy's cool, quirky and seems to like him so he's going to give her a chance, if grudgingly.

After all, Pepper's allowed to have more than just him as a friend at school. She's not the giant loser who only has the one.

Current Cliche table status:

pretending to be a couple	woke up married	magical transformation	inebriated confessions	"It was a dark and stormy night..."
forced bonding	coitus interruptus	"...and they lived happily ever after."	woke up on the wrong side of the bed	undercover operation
shopping for curtains	"you had me at hello"	huddling for warmth	amnesia	soulmates
kids or babies	fulfilling a prophesy/destiny	just in the nick of time	telepathy	mistaken identity
not really dead	phobias	in the future...	time travel	relying on the enemy