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-> I have slightly inconvenient luck. I can't call it BAD luck because there's never real DOOM, it's just that I can't really get anything done without some minor stumbling block that other people would have just happen. Y'know, stuff like breaking my arm on my first overseas holiday (slightly inconvenient because it could have been worse - could have been a leg, could've lost my luggage/passport/tickets, the hospital I went to was nice and quick and everything was fine). Or, buying a car and just a whole bunch of little things go wrong (on the dealer's side, a whole bunch of little mess ups) - I ultimately get the car but instead of being happy and excited I'm left annoyed. Urgh.
-> I haven't done a fic request thingy in a while and to prepare for that crazy kamikaze fix remix challenge I'm thinking about:
I make no guarentees I'll do every request because I might (squirrel!!!) get distracted by something else knowing me but I'll do as many as I can. (Of course, there may be the resounding sound of crickets so might not be an issue... hee!).
-> I haven't done a fic request thingy in a while and to prepare for that crazy kamikaze fix remix challenge I'm thinking about:
I'll attempt requests for prequels, time stamps, missing scenes, alternate POVs based on any fic I've already written. My master lists (ugh, not up to date sorry) are on my userinfo. Alternatively for Avengers everything is on my AO3.
I make no guarentees I'll do every request because I might (squirrel!!!) get distracted by something else knowing me but I'll do as many as I can. (Of course, there may be the resounding sound of crickets so might not be an issue... hee!).
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Also, buying a car is trouble enough without things going wrong. I hope things improve!
Fic-wise: I'd really like to see a sort of alternate POV for "the best of life is but intoxication" in which Tony and Clint commiserate about Darcy and Steve's supposed romance. If that sparks a plot bunny at all. Actually, I guess sparks isn't the right word, as we don't want it to catch on fire or anything, but I feel like 'births' is weird. Hmm.
Oh well. Like I said, I hope your luck gets better!
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To be fair, Tony thinks they have a reasonable excuse. They're both trying to drown their respective unrequited crushes who just happen to be requiting on each other, but Tony doesn't really remember when they made it to the top of Stark Tower and he really should.
He knows Clint's pretty good at perching on things but he's swaying a little too much to make Tony comfortable with him just hanging over the side of the building like that.
"C'mon back to the safer portion of the roof. Say, the middle," Tony says, grabbing a fistful of the back of Clint's shirt to tug him away from the edge. Clint lets himself be urged backwards, only because Tony's currently holding the vodka.
"Why'd he have to be all... and she was like... blergh!" Clint manages to grumble. Most men will mime a golf swing but Clint pulls back his arm like he's shooting a bow, probably envisioning Steve somewhere in front of him.
"We can be the bigger men, happy for them and crap," Tony says, then pulls a face. "Nah, scratch that. Let's just glare at them."
"Glaring sounds like an excellent plan," Clint says, goes to sit and lands unceremoniously on his ass, giggling. "Maybe I can make Steve combust if I glare hard enough."
"Hey now, no combusting him," Tony scolds.
"I know, you like him tooooo," Clint laments. "Everyone likes him."
"Obviously you don't."
"Because he snagged Meeting Girl from under my nose. Missed her by that much." Clint pushes his thumb and index finger together till there's only an inch of space between the pads. "According to the sign out sheet he's at her apartment now, over night."
"Gah, don't tell me that," Tony says, grimacing. It's one thing to know that Steve and Darcy are courting or whatever the hell it is Steve would do with a woman, being as ancient as he is, but it's quite another to hear that Steve's apparently caught up to the modern times which includes the naughty kind of sleepovers.
"I think there's something in this vodka that's making me drunk," Clint says, staring blearily at the bottle that's now in his hand.
"It's called vodka," Tony says, dropping down beside Clint and snagging the bottle. Clint slides backwards until he's a sprawled star, looking up at the darkened sky.
"This sucks."
"Yeah buddy, it certainly does."
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And "I think there's something in this vodka that's making me drunk" wins all of the awards. ALL OF THEM.
Thank you! <3
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Maybe a scene from Clint's deprogramming in Brand New Day. Or Darcy and Clint's first "official" date in the Frankie Says Relax verse. Or a coda to Having a bit of a day, here. I am not picky! <3
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"Darcy?"
"Mun...guh?"
"No... that's... no, you're fine. Don't wake up. I'm just... christ I didn't realise how late I was. I'm sorry, I know I should have called but there was a whole thing with another thing and like... you don't care about that though. You look really pretty... or you probably did before you slept on your face and had your makeup go all Joker and all but no... still pretty even when you're a little unsettling looking. I'm just going to assume that it was Tony that drew the sad little raincloud on your forehead with your lipstick, you really shouldn't sleep out in the loungeroom."
"Muh...Cli?"
"No, shh. Stay asleep. I'm just taking your boots off. We'll... hopefully you'll let me reschedule tomorrow."
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:D
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The first thing that popped into my head was "What happens in the treehouse, stays in the treehouse" (or: How Clint came to rule the Universe while Tony was away)
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For the fic-thing.. Tree House verse.. the time when Eduardo got electrocuted and Clint got twisty-hand worried/back-seat driving while Tony fixing it
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"You wouldn't!" Clint sounds equal parts terrified and murderous which is definitely a feat.
"Never fear, the doctor is in," Tony says, waving Clint to the other side of the table so he can hover and fret as far from Tony as possible.
The source of Clint's worry is the sorry little pile Eduardo is currently making of himself, after he'd gone and tried to make Darcy's plushie Hulk his bitch. It hadn't worked out so well for him, what with being on the receiving end of that much voltage.
"You really have to have the no-means-no talk with him," Tony muses, unscrewing Eduardo's back panel and wincing at the blackened mess he finds inside.
"What's that face mean?" Clint demands.
"It means that Eduardo is not allowed to go near either Hulk anymore." Only two weeks previously, Eduardo had been buzzing around Bruce's head when he'd been letting the Other Guy out for a kind of stress release session. Hulk had smacked Eduardo into a wall so hard that it had taken Tony three days to bash him back into shape.
Admittedly, Eduardo was a lot more resilient than Tony had expected.
"Natasha keeps giving my pamphlets on responsible pet ownership and threatening to report me when Eduardo gets into her room."
"Wow, he really has absolutely no self-preservation instincts to speak of, does he?"
"It's not like I can take him to puppy preschool or anything," Clint continues to grumble.
"You could. That would be hilarious."
"I don't think that they would believe that a hovering robot is actually a dog breed."
"I'll disable his repulsors and we'll stick balls of wool on him. He can be the first robo-poodle."
"Just fix him," Clint pleads, looking anguished and Tony sighs and rolls his eyes.
"He'll be fine. It's mostly cosmetic damage. I gave him a lot of extra shielding inside after that thing with Doom."
"What thing with Doom?" Clint asks, narrowing his eyes and, oh yeah, Clint was totally not on that mission where they used Eduardo as bait for-
"Nothing. Nothing at all," Tony lies, knows that there is an arrow in a very uncomfortable place in his future if he doesn't distract Clint quickly. "Oh hey, look at that, welcome back to the land of the living." Tony smacks Eduardo's back panel into place and gives him a little shove.
It takes a minute, but Eduardo beeps, lets out a sorry-sounding Exterminate and heads for the crook of Clint's arm to hide himself pathetically.
"Aw, hi buddy," Clint says, the complete mushball.
"One robot, good as... well, almost good as new. He might develop an intention tremor or two if he keeps trying to have his wicked way with plushie Hulk."
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*_*
(If you're inspired to it, that is! Whatever is fun! ♥)
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Which one? :D
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*smish*
Um.
Turn Around (Three Times Before Lying Down). Anything. Anything at all. I know that's a crappy prompt but my brain can't go beyond Tonywerewolfpackguh. So, you know....
:)
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Oooooor... they could adopt a puppy called Peter Parker. :D
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"Yes."
"You take Steve shopping for shoes?"
"Yes."
"You take Steve shopping for your shoes?"
"If he wasn't a super soldier he would've been Louboutin, I swear. Instead of the soles of his shoes being red though they probably would've been red, white and blue."
Natasha eyes Darcy for a moment, looking a little dubious before she sighs. "So, you think he'd take me?"
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And I always enjoy your stuff! I think it would be pretty fun seeing Coulson's reaction walking in on Clint and Eduardo hashing out their plans for global domination... or at least mansion domination!
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Phil just blinks at Clint for a moment before he rolls his eyes and shakes the collar he's holding in his hand. "It's not for you."
"Spoilsport."
"It's for Eduardo."
The little Dalek in question pauses in poking at Coulson's shoes to look up at him, or at least wave his suction cup arm in Coulson's direction. Then he turns and waggles the arm at Clint in turn who shrugs. "I don't know either buddy."
"It's come to our attention that Eduardo has been... venturing out on his own," Phil says and the Dalek zips around to behind Clint's shoulder, only the rounded top of his head visible.
"He's an independant Dalek," Clint says. "Plus I think he has a bit of a crush on Mrs. Harrison's leaf blower down the hill."
"He's a threat to national security."
"How exactly?" Clint snorts.
"Do I have to remind you that he took control of a rogue squadran of hostile UAVs-"
"We wanted him to do that!"
"And only in the last few weeks he has been able to recruit the doom-bots that you captured. Our R&D people have heard the bots saying, Eduardo's word is law."
"The only word he can say is exterminate," Clint says, then pulls a face, possibly realizing that doom-bots having just that one word as their law isn't exactly ideal. "How'd he come into contact with the doom-bots anyway?"
"Exactly what we were wondering," Phil says. "From security feeds, it looks like he's been following you into headquarters."
"Following me?"
"He's surprisingly stealthy. He's also been taking after you in his use of the air duct system."
Clint swivels, gets hands on Eduardo and brings him around so the Dalek is hovering in front of him. "Are you worried about me buddy, is that it?"
"Exterminate!" Eduardo chirps.
"As sweet as that is," Phil says, trying to ignore the way Clint's smile has gone indulgent and goofy, "It remains that once he's in headquarters he tends to get... distracted and start looking for... friends."
"So what's your plan?" Clint asks, eyeing the collar dubiously.
"It's a modified boundary collar," Phil says, offering it to Clint. "The mansion will be his perimeter. He'll be shut down if he tries to venture past Tony's property line."
"No!" Clint immediately snaps, curling Eduardo into the protective curve of his body.
"He'll be fine as soon as he's back inside the perimeter. There's a locator in the collar so we'll be able to find wherever he's dropped-"
"Dropped? What if he drops from the tree house?"
"The tree house is inside the perimeter. He's been smacked by the Hulk into a wall and shaken it off. I'm sure he can survive a little spill."
"How about I just tell him to stay put?"
"You think a Tony Stark designed AI won't be contrary?" Phil asks, raising an eyebrow.
"He does have a point, Sir," JUNIOR, the JARVIS for the treehouse pipes up.
Clint scowls.
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