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Writing again, naturally
-> Comment!fics - anyone want a little snippet fic just to kind of ease me back into writing, feel free to post a comment with a prompt/pairing.
-> Ugh, have one weird, flat, weak arm but it is functioning although VERY sore. However, I HAVE WRITTEN STUFF!
-> I'm kind of bottle-necked though, looking at my loooong list of things I want to write. It's hard to decide!
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marvel_bang, you might be hooking me in. 10k seems to be my natural limit, heh. I may end up doing two stories because I can't pick between a Steve/Tony story I'd already started and a Clint/Coulson idea.
-> Ugh, have one weird, flat, weak arm but it is functioning although VERY sore. However, I HAVE WRITTEN STUFF!
-> I'm kind of bottle-necked though, looking at my loooong list of things I want to write. It's hard to decide!
->
marvel_bang, you might be hooking me in. 10k seems to be my natural limit, heh. I may end up doing two stories because I can't pick between a Steve/Tony story I'd already started and a Clint/Coulson idea.
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"But-"
"I said no."
"I swear, I wouldn't ask if it wasn't absolutely driving me crazy."
"Dean, I am not scratching your ass for you."
"I would do it for you."
"That's because you're disgusting and have no shame."
"Heh, true. Just, I can't reach it."
"Okay, I have a compromise."
"What's- ow, what the hell was that for?"
"Thought that might get your mind off it."
"A punch in the face?"
"You can't blame me for confusing the two."
"As soon as I have two hands free you're dead."
"Promises, promises."
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"You said we were babysitting."
"I said, we were looking after their kid."
"That's a goat," Steve says, exasperated.
"It's a little goat. What do you call baby goats, hmm Captain Trivia pants? Hey, I wonder if we can ride him."
"Oh my god, you'll crush the poor thing, give him here," Steve demands, steering the poor, really rather cute little guy away from Tony. "Why do Darcy and Clint have a goat anyway?"
"Apparently they couldn't decide between a cat and a dog."
"So, how does that equal goat?"
"Don't ask me how the minds of those two crazy people work," Tony says and Steve can't really argue with that. Clint and Darcy separately are absolutely lovely. Together, they've started to become a little worrying.
"What does he eat?"
"Apparently Armani," Tony laments, holding up a chewed sleeve.
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"I think blind rock-paper-scissors was a bad idea," Clint grumbles. "I swear you said paper about three seconds after I said rock. You totally cheated."
"I didn't point out to the bad guys that we weren't blindfolded and could therefore find them again," Natasha says. "It's like you're that kid in class that asks for a quiz."
"I like a challenge," Clint says and Natasha can hear the lazy smirk in his voice. "Being able to see would have made it too easy, boring."
"I like boring."
"Liar, I heard you made a squeaky noise of glee when they broke out the blindfolds."
"I do not nor have I ever made a squeaky noise of any kind," Natasha says. They're cuffed together, back to back on a couple of chairs. Unfortunately metal and bolted to the floor. Awkward but not impossible. It helped that Natasha won the right to get them both out so that Clint would stop doing whatever it was he was doing that made it harder.
"Lies," Clint says, then, "Hey!"
"Sorry, did I just gently stab you in the ass? It might not have happened if I could see what I was doing."
"Nag, nag, nag," Clint quips. "So, when we're free, do you want to drop onto the first guy that steps into the room from the ceiling or can I?"
Natasha contemplates that for a second, before she says, "Play you twenty questions for it."
"Deal."
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As far as comment fic...how about something with Thor. Anything at all.
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To find Thor, on stage, singing Wind Beneath My Wings with a very serious expression and both large hands wrapped tightly around the microphone like he feared someone was going to try and pry it out of his grip at any moment.
Darcy waggles her cell phone at Phil and then points the screen back in Thor's direction. "I wanted to check if I could upload this to youtube or if that would constitute a breech of national security."
"Thank you for checking," Phil says, plucking her phone out of her hand. "And yes."
"Kill joy," Darcy says, turns her attention back to Thor who's moved onto Black Hole Sun.
"Aren't people supposed to take turns at these things?" Phil asks, watching a very annoyed man with a folder clutched to his chest pace just beyond the stage.
"I don't think the poor guy's game to tell Thor to vacate the space. I love this song."
A few minutes and a beer later, Phil raises his head and says, "It's In His Kiss? Really?"
Darcy grins, waves at Jane who's making her way back from the bar clutching more drinks. "He's taking requests."
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Um, um, um. I love when you ask for prompts. I desperately, dearly want Tony (and Steve and any other Avenger) to encounter Rodney and John, in the States or on Atlantis for some reason and...Rodney!Tony!snark'n'banter, John!Steve!bonding-type snark/amusement. Just...anything, really.
*clings*
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She can hear Rodney complaining about the indignity of it all from where she is.
She's not really sure how this has become her life.
"In what universe would this be perfect?" Tony demands.
"You kept complaining about not having enough couple friends you could hang out with," she says. "I thought that another couple that had a soldier type and a genius scientist in it was too good to be true."
"We obviously need less exciting couples to tone us down," Tony says, waving behind him. He still hasn't really explained to Pepper what happened. "Maybe people that dress alike and... watch birds."
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ASJDFHKF
Also, hi <3
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"It's simple. Whenever we go out, he pretends to be my boyfriend so guys don't grope my amazing bodacious ta-tas," Darcy says, accepting the change for her slushie and watching the cashier's eyes inevitably flick to said ta-tas.
"When you go out," Jane says slowly. "Then you make out for a few hours?"
"It's..." Darcy frowns, taking a thoughtful sip. "Clint says it's all about believability."
"You don't mind making out with him," Jane says.
"Duh, of course not. He's smoking hot."
"And he's the one who suggested it in the first place so obviously he doesn't mind."
"I guess?" Darcy says, just as Clint nudges up behind her, putting a possessive hand on her hip and stealing a sip of her slushie over her shoulder. He's glaring at the cashier who very quickly stops ogling and finds something to do at the other end of the store. "Hey, are you my boyfriend?" Darcy asks into the side of his face.
"Yeah, for about six weeks now. Wait, what did you think was going on?" Clint asks, blinking.
"I thought we were fake-dating!"
"Wouldn't fake dating have less groping?"
"I guess?" Darcy repeats as Jane rolls her eyes and side-steps Thor in one smooth motion, making way for him at the counter since he looks like he has the entire confectionary aisle clutched in his arms.
"What did I miss?" he asks, around a giant peanut butter cup poking out of the side of his mouth.
"Not as much as Darcy, apparently," Jane says as Clint chuckles and Darcy thumps her head on his shoulder.
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Anywhooo... I'm sending happy, healing thoughts your way!
P.S. Anything Clint/Coulson being awesome :0)
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"I'm sorry, would you excuse us a minute," Dean says to the confused looking Mrs. Hastings, elderly neighbour of the late Paula and Derek Bonney who'd disappeared with nothing to mark their passing except for a sticky, blue residue.
Sam drags his feet when Dean gives him the front and centre scowl and shoulders into Mrs. Hastings cheery kitchen. "Okay, what the hell?" he demands.
"Iron Man, he has jet boots," Sam says.
"Oh my god, we're still on this?" Dean demands.
"Don't make it sound like I can't let it go," Sam snaps. "You're the one who hasn't been talking to me since Utah."
"I can't believe this," Deam grumbles.
"All I'm saying is, Batman has to pretend he flies using a grappling hook and some smoke bombs. Lame."
"You're not going to get me to agree with you. Iron Man is just a billionaire in a fancy suit."
"Um, what's Batman again?" Sam demands.
"Are you boys okay?" Mrs. Hastings says, poking her head into the kitchen.
"Fine, we're just having a disagreement about an unrelated case," Sam says smoothly and Dean has always been amazed at how butter wouldn't melt Sam sounds when he's lying.
Especially to little old ladies.
"Really, because it sounds to me like you're arguing about whether Ironman or Batman is better," she says, and while Sam and Dean are still gaping at her, she adds, "Ironman of course. Jet boots, duh."
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Clint, aftermath [doesn't have to be the movie, could be from great/bad sex, a mission, training, etc.]
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I'd love a snippet of plushie Dean or plushie Sam or both...!