Writing again, naturally

[kellifer]

-> 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!

-> 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.

Comments

[emeraldus.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes! Clint and Natasha in peril, arguing over whose turn it is to get them out of peril.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

"You always go rock, it's like a sickness," Natasha says.

"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."

[emeraldus.livejournal.com]

LOL nicely done! I feel very sorry for whoever was stupid enough to capture those two.

[kellifer-fic.livejournal.com]

Will bad guys never learn??

[tabaqui]

YES.
Dropping from the ceiling. Like drop bears!!! :)

Heeeee.