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-> 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.![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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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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Oh, Tony.
*dies*
:)
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LOL. Too cute.
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