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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.