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-> There are millions of things I want to write but I CAAAAAN'T. This one-handed thing is getting old yo. I had :( seeing the supernatural big bang claims post go up after last year was so awesome. 3 days till my Avengers posting though so I'm looking forward to that because the art is by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
essouffle and therefore adorable!
-> I kind of want to write Bruce/Clint fic where it starts out as a way to destress for both of them but then there are FEELINGS.
-> Continuing snippets - this will be a Clint/Darcy fic. I actually started writing this one-handed before I gave it up. It will have to wait with all the others.
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Clint thinks about Bruce when it happens, tries to get some, y'know, perspective. He thinks about Bruce, that there are worse things that can happen when you get hit with an unexpected dose of something. When Loki's device that he'd left behind as a last little fuck you blew up in his hands he could've been reduced to tomato paste on the walls.
Instead, he has a tail and little pointy striped tabby ears on the top of his head.
Need to know, Coulson says in the debrief, or at least Clint thinks that's what he says but it's hard to make out over the obnoxious bray of Tony's laughter. When Clint gives Tony the stink eye, Tony just shrugs and says, "Maybe next time you'll listen to me when I say, hey Barton, maybe you shouldn't pick that up."
"You don't have to be so insensitive," Steve says, elbowing Tony in the side.
"Have you met me? Of course I do," Tony snorts and then everyone stops talking.
"Uh, Agent Barton... are you growling?" Coulson says carefully and Clint is about to deny it, what the hell, but then he realizes that there is indeed a displeased sort of rumbling coming from deep within his chest and he hadn't even realized he was doing it.
"Fuck this day," Clint says, dropping his head onto the conference table.
essouffle and therefore adorable!-> I kind of want to write Bruce/Clint fic where it starts out as a way to destress for both of them but then there are FEELINGS.
-> Continuing snippets - this will be a Clint/Darcy fic. I actually started writing this one-handed before I gave it up. It will have to wait with all the others.
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Clint thinks about Bruce when it happens, tries to get some, y'know, perspective. He thinks about Bruce, that there are worse things that can happen when you get hit with an unexpected dose of something. When Loki's device that he'd left behind as a last little fuck you blew up in his hands he could've been reduced to tomato paste on the walls.
Instead, he has a tail and little pointy striped tabby ears on the top of his head.
Need to know, Coulson says in the debrief, or at least Clint thinks that's what he says but it's hard to make out over the obnoxious bray of Tony's laughter. When Clint gives Tony the stink eye, Tony just shrugs and says, "Maybe next time you'll listen to me when I say, hey Barton, maybe you shouldn't pick that up."
"You don't have to be so insensitive," Steve says, elbowing Tony in the side.
"Have you met me? Of course I do," Tony snorts and then everyone stops talking.
"Uh, Agent Barton... are you growling?" Coulson says carefully and Clint is about to deny it, what the hell, but then he realizes that there is indeed a displeased sort of rumbling coming from deep within his chest and he hadn't even realized he was doing it.
"Fuck this day," Clint says, dropping his head onto the conference table.
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I mean, uh. Yeah, baby, that's cool.
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♥!
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Oh, *hell* yes. KITTY EARS!
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