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Why is this giving me epic Avengers Basement D&D nerd AU ideas?? Basically, they are a roleplaying group but over one summer Steve gets BIG and ATHLETIC and suddenly he's busy and not coming along as much and Tony doesn't realise that Steve has had a crush on him for like FOREVER but gave up and is trying to move on and instead Tony thinks Steve is now abandoning them because he got PRETTY.
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They will have a roleplaying TEAM that goes to conventions and Steve will want to freeform because you interact with other people that way and Tony will be all, I ROLEPLAY so I don't have to INTERACT WITH OTHER PEOPLE.
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<3
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I just need to stick to a decision for more than 6.2 seconds! >:/
Damn this fandom and its seemingly endless inspiration for crack!
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I mean - seriously, i would take *any* of that.
:)
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So awesome. :)
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Yes. With a side of yes, PLEASE!
And if my today's shenanigans of trying to
herd catsget the D&D boardgameLite team together are anything at all like what you're thinking, so much the better. Ugh. Ooh, who would be the DM??:)
Jaydeyn
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--
"A man's dice bag tells a lot about him. Mine says distinguished, worldly, classy. Yours says dirty gym sock tied with a shoelace. Are you happy with that?"
"I think you'll find yours says pretentious dickwad," Clint grumbles, leaning over the glass case with the collection of dice bags. Tony watches him eying a black leather one, so predictable, then move across to the dice themselves.
Tony has spent years putting his dice collection together. They are a perfect balance of color, weight and wear to give him maximum chance for critical successes. Clint however, every time he loses one or three of his dice, which he manages to do every game, mostly because he resorts to throwing them at the others or Tony when a roll doesn't go his way, just grabs the plastic tube with a full set.
Heathen.
"-so it'll be good to have Steve back, right?" Clint is saying and Tony thinks maybe he missed a part of that sentence.
"What?"
"Steve? You know he's coming back, right?" Clint finally drags his attention away from the dice case and his eyes narrow. "We just all assumed you guys were writing flowery love letters to each other while he'd been gone."
"I... what?" Tony repeats, blinking and wondering if the weird rushing noise he's hearing is the first sign of a stroke.
"Y'know, tiny, blonde, always with a cold Steve. He's only been gone a year, man. Even someone as self-absorbed as you couldn't have forgotten him."
"I... no, I didn't forget him," Tony says, grimaces when he sounds a little more fervent about that than he would have liked. Of course he didn't forget Steve. He just... after a couple of emails and a letter he'd rewritten about a thousand times that he never sent, he'd kind of broken off contact.
It had been too... something. He hadn't really wanted to analyze it.
Clint's looking at him funny. "It's good that he's coming back, right? You didn't say anything you couldn't come back from when he was leaving, did you?"
"What are you talking about? He moved away, end of story. He's coming back, awesome. Maybe I'll get someone that won't stiff me when it's time to pay for pizza."
"Oh my god, it was an off-pay week. Are you never going to let that go?" Clint demands, peeved, and thankfully distracted. Tony breathes a small sigh of relief when Clint stalks away.
Clint never stays mad for long. He comes back a few moments later gripping an expansion pack, reading the back. "Bruce said he ran into him about a month back when he went to that convention in Kansas. Said he got bigger."
"Who?" Tony asks.
Clint rolls his eyes, looks up. "Steve. Bruce said he didn't even recognise him."
"Oh, well, I suppose he was due a growth spurt sooner or later, poor guy," Tony muses, still a little thrown by the whole topic. He'd been slowly but surely resigning himself to the fact that Steve Rogers was out of his life, that he wouldn't hear Steve's wheezy little laugh ever again, see his big earnest blue eyes.
That it was probably all on him didn't escape his attention.
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surprisinglyfitting for the characters.)From:
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