kellifer | Avengers cliche table update (or, that thing that will never end y'all)

Currently working on:

Magical Transformation - Steve/Tony (So I thought this was animal transformation for some reason. Eh, werewolves works for this too).

Tony feels the hair on his nape stir and the urge to peel his lips back and growl. His steps falter because it's so strong which means there's more than one and that's just insanity. Tony's used to being the only wolf in a ten mile radius because his scent drives others off.

"You've gotta be kidding me," he snaps at an unaffected Fury beside him. "This wasn't-"

"This was part of the deal. I explained that."

"Well, you didn't explain properly."

"Is it my fault you were checking your email and surfing furry sites during the briefing?" Fury asks.

"I like to multitask," Tony says with a roll of his shoulders. The smell is making his skin prickle uncomfortably, giving him flight or fight impulses that are hard to ignore. He brushes a hand down his suit jacket, trying to look as unruffled as possible. He doesn't want to give Fury the satisfaction of seeing him sweat.

"Which is unfortunate because you can only actually concentrate on one thing at a time," Fury says dryly and Tony offers an unimpressed huff.

Fury leads him with a hand hovering at his back but not actually connecting into a large conference room. The smell increases, because almost too much to handle because its concentrated. The air scrubbers don't do enough to dispell it and Tony feels his skin actually twitch with the need to shift.

He looks over the occupants of the room quickly, dismissing a man and woman already in SHIELD uniform but scents toned down because they must be on blockers and another human in a suit not quite as nice as his but close. His focus narrows on the most mild-looking man in the room who's backed himself into a corner and has on a honest-to-god tweed jacket with elbow patches.

"Now I know you're joking," Tony scoffs and Fury narrows his one good eye at Tony. "I mean c'mon, a berserker, really?" Tony feels a little warmer towards the two agents when they look surprised and wary, shuffling closer together and further away from the guy in the corner.

Amnesia Fic - Clint/Coulson

Phil Coulson's life has become that of routine.

He wakes up, pisses, brushes his teeth, has a shower and puts on his suit. He reads the paper, drinks his coffee too fast and has to put up with that burnt tongue feeling all the way through morning meetings.

Then he checks his email, shoots off replies to anyone that has panicked overnight about various things that obviously weren't that important because he wasn't actually called in.

Before he leaves the house, he looks at himself in the mirror by the door and says, "Today is one thousand, six hundred and forty. Just get through it."

Considering the count is how long Clint Barton has been missing, presumed dead a little voice always pipes up in the back of his brain, on an unassuming Thursday Phil isn't exactly expecting to find Clint standing on his doorstep when he opens his door with his hand raised to knock.

"Jesus-" Phil starts as Clint says, "Hey, this is going to sound weird but..."

Working Undercover - Clint/Darcy

"It scares me that you guys can fabricate this stuff so easily," Darcy says. "You can make people disappear just as quick, right?"

"We have," Clint confirms with a slight nod.

"Look, I know you hate this idea-" Darcy starts but Clint cuts her off with a quick swipe of his hand. She bites her bottom lip, hating to be dismissed but also not really able to argue the point. As far as Clint knows, Darcy is the weird little friend that Jane made SHIELD take on as one of her requirements to continue her research exclusively with them and hold off going public. Besides keeping Jane sane, Darcy's been bounced around departments for months now, not really finding anywhere to fit.

She's feeling pretty useless so she doesn't blame Clint for having that impression.

Darcy finally gets the damn earring threaded and lets it go, taking a moment to balance on one foot to adjust the strap of her completely impractical shoes. When she looks back up, Clint still has eyes on anywhere but her, but for some reason she gets the feeling that he'd stolen a glance when her attention was diverted.

"I'm just trying to help," she says, spreading her hands in a helpless gesture. She doesn't really relish the prospect of Clint's angry attention all night, waiting for her to mess up.

His shoulders drop and he sighs, finally meeting her gaze. "Look-"

There's two quick taps on the door and then another agent, dressed exactly the same as Clint pushes open the door and leans in. "Car's here."

Time Travel - Steve/Tony

"We're not in a relationship."

It's probably not the best thing to blurt right after someone has swallowed you down like a champion and then you've both come, hard, fast and messy on each other's stomachs. Tony had had one hand gripped around them both and Steve one hand dug deep in Tony's hair. It was the best kind of orgasm too; the one that took you completely by surprise like a baseball bat to the back of the head in a dark hallway.

It had been fantastic.

Right after that ofcourse, Tony's brain had come back online and had started feeding him data on what a monumental fuckup he was in all things, including this because you didn't just sleep with people like Steve Rogers.

Hence, the blurting.

"We're not in a relationship," Tony had said again because it bore repetition. "You know that...these days this doesn't mean...I can't really....am I making sense?"

Tony knew with the benefit of hindsight that he should have had that conversation with Steve before the sex but Pepper probably already had a flowchart that showed how Tony's good intentions always ended up becoming A Very Bad Decision.

Steve had pulled back, hair mussed and trousers hanging open in an obscene way and he hadn't said a thing.

He'd left Tony's room and things had kind of, gradually, shuffled back to normal.

Five months, sixty four missions and three honest-to-god sharks with frikken lasers on their heads later and Tony had to admit to himself that the Very Bad Decision had not been sleeping with Steve.

Nor had it even been trying to have the awkward one night stand only conversation when the afterglow hadn't even finished glowing.

Really, when it came down to it, the Very Bad Decision had been Tony Stark falling in love with Steve Rogers.

Current Cliche table status:

pretending to be a couple	woke up married	magical transformation	inebriated confessions	"It was a dark and stormy night..."
forced bonding	coitus interruptus	"...and they lived happily ever after."	woke up on the wrong side of the bed	undercover operation
shopping for curtains	"you had me at hello"	huddling for warmth	amnesia	soulmates
kids or babies	fulfilling a prophesy/destiny	just in the nick of time	telepathy	mistaken identity
not really dead	phobias	in the future...	time travel	relying on the enemy

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Date: 2012-02-20 12:12 pm (UTC)

From:

aliassmith.livejournal.com

no subject

I WANT ALL OF THESE.

The "Amnesia" fic? And the "Time Travel" one? OH MY GOD.

Date: 2012-02-20 08:57 pm (UTC)

kellifer-fic.livejournal.com

Amnesia fic is thanks to a new Bourne identity discussion on

sirona_gs's journal. I think my muse is working overtime because I WANT ALL THE JRENNER MOVIES NOW!!!

Date: 2012-02-20 12:20 pm (UTC)

bathsweaver.livejournal.com

Oh, huzzah--love all of these, but especially, oh wow, amnesia fic is (one of) my favorite(s).

Thanks for the snippets!

Date: 2012-02-20 08:58 pm (UTC)

I'm really enjoying that one although it's the darkest thing I've written in this fandom thus far considering I'm usually writing ALL THE FLUFFIES ALL THE TIME. :DD

Date: 2012-02-20 12:40 pm (UTC)

perletwo.livejournal.com

yaaaay, you're continuing that thing you started in sirona's Bourne Legacy trailer thread!

Is this for

avengers_tables? I'm currently struggling with my pitiful 5-square Coulson claim there. How hard can *that* be? But while all I need is a minimum 500 words, I keep coming up with these ideas for epics. pfeh.

Date: 2012-02-20 08:59 pm (UTC)

I AM INDEED, SHE AND

foxxcub ARE MY MUSE ENABLERS!

Yep, I'm currently on 6/25. WHY DID I PICK THE HUMUNGO TABLE AS MY FIRST ONE????

Date: 2012-02-21 12:54 am (UTC)

Dunno - I started out small and got a blast of positive reinforcement by jamming through the 5-square Hawkeye table. :D Coulson's my second. I *may* do Tasha too before moving on to the bigger tables, we'll see. Can ya tell I'm a character writer first and a plot writer second? :P

6 of 25 is an EXCELLENT rate of attrition, especially when you've got starts for so many more. *waves pompons, does a virtual high kick*

Date: 2012-02-20 04:09 pm (UTC)

jibrailis.livejournal.com

EXCITED FOR ALL OF THIS OH MY GOD

You are a champion.

Date: 2012-02-20 09:02 pm (UTC)

It's just nice to feel inspired. :DD

I have been reading your TSN fic! I should just basically go through your entire masterlist and read everything because regardless of fandom, I'm guarenteed to enjoy it apparently. :DDDD ♥