Wow, that's hardcore!!!

I know, right??? Totally made me drop my jaw when I saw it.

That is gorgeous!

This demands fic.

SECONDED.

THIRDED! (wait, is that a thing?)

...and this combined with the fact that picture gave me The Mummy flashbacks, makes me want to go and write a 1920s AU where Clint is French Foreign Legion (or used to be) and Nat's a Russian exile and they run around the world together, never explaining where they actually make their money, but always being fabulous.

YES! YES! Every fandom needs The Mummy crossovers! Natasha is proud of what she is...SHE IS A LIBRARIAN ASSASSIN!

Edited 2012-09-20 01:27 pm (UTC)

*CACKLE*

Ahahaha, well, in my head it was more 1920s HIJINKS rather than strictly the Mummy, but damn straight Natasha is proud of what she is. SHE IS AWESOME (mama, just don't ask, she goes, and looks slightly shifty)

It's The Mummy all the way. That's exactly what I thought of too. Now go write this fic!! We needs it! :D

Yes, we do, oh yes we do, my precious.

Iiiii have a document with some notes.

*coughs*

We shall see what turns up!

(But gosh it's hilarious in my head. Mostly hilarious. Dashes of serious and darkness.)

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

CAN'T WAIT CAN'T WAIT CAN'T WAIT

\o/

!!!!

His head throbs with thirst and the sand dunes are starting to swim and blur together. He takes cover behind a sliver of something vertical and crouches amongst a pile of dead bandits. He tugs at a chain and winces as sunshine flashes over her ring. He waits for a moment, letting the sun soak into the scuffed metal infusing every etched word with a scorching heat. He can't quite feel the sting of it on his calloused fingertips so he presses the ring to his lips before tucking it back under his clothes. Her words literally burning over his heart, the pain giving him back his focus. He pulls a weapon and bandoleer off one of the dead bandits and with a clearer head wades back into the fray.

NICE.

Here, thanks!

YEAH!!!!!

\O/

Pretty but I have to say I prefer my Nathan Drake dark haired.

In my head, this is just that gig that Clint did in Egypt that went sideways.

DUDE WHERE IS MY INDIANA JONES/MUMMY/CLINT AND NATASHA GO UNDERCOVER IN THE DESERT FIC

I'm so glad I'm not alone in my obsession. :D

LOVE IT.

The Mummy was the first movie that clued me into the sexiness that is the male forearm. So Renner + Rick O'Connel seems like a damn good match to me!