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bournelegacyfic Now you have somewhere to post all the Marta/Aaron fic you're all writing me... right? RIGHT????
-> I am writing a Toy Story Avengers AU. /facepalms
"You're surprised that no one wanted to attend a meeting about battery corrosion, the silent killer?" Clint asks, ambling over.
Steve huffs a sigh at the plush hawk. "I made a powerpoint presentation."
"They wanted a meeting about the birthday party," Natasha flicks over her shoulder. Steve eyes her, sharpening her crook with deliberate motions. She used to be sweet as pie but ever since Phil colored her hair in red with magic marker she's been a little... unsettling.
"We have this panic every year. It's completely unwarranted."
"For you, maybe," Clint says. "Some of us are getting..." Clint hesitates, then leans forward, gesturing for Steve to do the same. "Bald patches," he hisses roughly in Steve's ear. He sits back on his cloth claws and says, "What if Phil gets a bird of prey that's plushier than me?"
"Then he'll love you both. C'mon, it's Phil. He loves us all equally."
"You don't really think that," Natasha says, not bothering to look up when one of her sheep drops in front of her with a Baa-ya! The little guys have been trying to startle Natasha for weeks without being successful. They're really trying with the whole ninja thing but it's not really working out for them.
"Phil-"
"Loves you the best. He's got Captain America posters, trading cards, a lunchbox. Of course the action figure is going to be his favorite."
"He would feel the same about me if I was a Stanley Stretch," Steve sniffs.
"RAAAAAAARRRR!"
"You've been practicing buddy, awesome," Steve says, turning to see Bruce hovering behind him.
"I have. I really, almost felt it that time, felt the... the rage," Bruce says, twisting his large green hands nervously together.
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bournelegacyfic Now you have somewhere to post all the Marta/Aaron fic you're all writing me... right? RIGHT???? -> I am writing a Toy Story Avengers AU. /facepalms
"You're surprised that no one wanted to attend a meeting about battery corrosion, the silent killer?" Clint asks, ambling over.
Steve huffs a sigh at the plush hawk. "I made a powerpoint presentation."
"They wanted a meeting about the birthday party," Natasha flicks over her shoulder. Steve eyes her, sharpening her crook with deliberate motions. She used to be sweet as pie but ever since Phil colored her hair in red with magic marker she's been a little... unsettling.
"We have this panic every year. It's completely unwarranted."
"For you, maybe," Clint says. "Some of us are getting..." Clint hesitates, then leans forward, gesturing for Steve to do the same. "Bald patches," he hisses roughly in Steve's ear. He sits back on his cloth claws and says, "What if Phil gets a bird of prey that's plushier than me?"
"Then he'll love you both. C'mon, it's Phil. He loves us all equally."
"You don't really think that," Natasha says, not bothering to look up when one of her sheep drops in front of her with a Baa-ya! The little guys have been trying to startle Natasha for weeks without being successful. They're really trying with the whole ninja thing but it's not really working out for them.
"Phil-"
"Loves you the best. He's got Captain America posters, trading cards, a lunchbox. Of course the action figure is going to be his favorite."
"He would feel the same about me if I was a Stanley Stretch," Steve sniffs.
"RAAAAAAARRRR!"
"You've been practicing buddy, awesome," Steve says, turning to see Bruce hovering behind him.
"I have. I really, almost felt it that time, felt the... the rage," Bruce says, twisting his large green hands nervously together.
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He is having therapy for his non-anger issues.
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Also, yes, it most definitely IS consolation that Thor and Loki are My Little Ponies. I'm guessing Phil stole them from little Maria's toy chest?
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Clint is in hysterics, rolling around on the floor of the bedroom, clutching his furry tummy with both wings. "Phil got girl toys!"
"Clint!" Steve snaps, appalled.
Phil had unwrapped the present the minute he'd gotten home because even though he was expecting clothes, he was still a kid and it was still a wrapped gift so his curiosity won out. He'd held the box in his hands, puzzled for a few minutes before prying the two toys free and setting them on the bed.
"Mom!" he'd called, looking disgruntled. "I think Aunt Miriam sent me Hayley's present."
Phil's mom had entered the room, taken up the box and then eyed the toys. "No, she told me she got you horses. I just didn't realize..." She'd sighed and ruffled Phil's hair. "At least they don't have rainbows and butterflies on them, huh?"
Phil had grumbled, followed his mom out and a little while later the sound of the downstairs television could be heard. Only then had Steve ventured forward.
They were My Little Ponies, but Phil's sister did have some and these were certainly different. One was white with a golden mane and a lightening bolt painted on his flank. The other was dark green with a black mane and golden horns curving out from under his ears. Steve had read their names off the box, kicked halfway under Phil's bed.
Thor and Loki.
"The little bird seems to be in some kind of distress," Thor says, looking concerned.
"He's making fun of us," Loki spits, advancing on Clint menacingly.
"Hey now, Clint's just... he doesn't mean anything by it," Steve says quickly, moving between Loki and Clint. "It's good to meet you both, welcome to Phil's room. We've got a pretty good group here, apart from some lapses in manners. Phil's a nice kid, plays hard but fair and is super careful never to break anything."
"I am not a girl's toy," Loki grates through his teeth, leaning around Steve to glare at Clint who is trying to get himself under control.
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This is even better. ♥
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