OK. "How are y'all so awesome?" Because, Dear Bee and Fellow Founders, you showed us the way to awesome. Like, as in, ROAD SIGN. "You want awesome? Come in and pull up a computer."

That said, some of us are more awesome than others. I can't gif, or pic spam, or even clip a friggin' photo into a comment. But MAN, I can look. :-)

All I can do, occasionally, is write. So here's an excerpt from a story, coming soon(ish) to a website near you -- what, in my head canon, might happen when Natasha tries to drag Clint for drinks at Pepper's invitation. Besides, it's almost Wednesday and this isn't finished. But anyway. Here it is. No pics just words.




“It’s not a soirée, Clint. It’s drinks among … a dozen or so friends. Okay, acquaintances. You’ll know most of the people there. You can even wear jeans. Even though, for the record, you do clean up nicely when you deign to put in the effort.”

If that was meant as enticement, it backfires rather spectacularly.

“A dozen or so? Great. Almost undiluted Tony Look-at-Me Stark. My favourite thing.”

“It’s just drinks. Two hours, tops.”

“Just drinks? People like us don’t do just drinks, Tasha. When we go to a function, it’s for a purpose. To take out a mark, or walk off with some useful intel. Or both. We … I … don’t just stand around with a glass of wine and make small talk.”

Coming out of Clint’s mouth, the word small talk sounds like something slimy, with retractable fangs and a frilly dress. He gives her a baleful blue-green stare, fuelled by twenty-four-karats worth of Barton pigheadedness.

Time to turn the screws.

“Fine. I’ll go alone. You stay here and feel sorry for yourself, and fletch some more arrows. I’ll tell Pepper my date developed a sudden case of shingles and hope Steve didn’t bring someone. Maybe we can get our picture on Twitter and start some rumours.”

Clint broods for a minute, looking for an out, wondering just how badly he should be searching for one given that she really seems to want this, for whatever reason. They’re supposed to be doing this couple thing now, right?

Talk about being compromised.

Natasha hasn’t moved; she is still staring at him, scanning his face for signs that he might crack. She can hold that kind of posture for hours, just like he can his bow.

Dammit.

Sometimes, Clint has learned, the only way to make a graceful exit is to punch something in the face and step over its body. He grits his teeth. Arrows. She mentioned arrows.

“Guess I could talk to Stark about some arrow designs I’ve been thinking about.”

He watches her relax a fraction out of the corner of his eyes.

“And if Steve and Fury want all of us to play nice together, I suppose I might as well use this thing to gather my own intel on Stark. So we both know what we’re getting into with him. Don’t really know the guy.”

If Natasha has noticed the ‘we’ that crept into this slightly rambling speech, she doesn’t give any sign of it. Instead, she gives him a small but genuine smile, the kind that very few people get to see. Somehow, she manages to keep any hint of triumph out of it. Take the victory, don’t stick around to gloat, go on to the next target.

“You know, Pepper asked me to pass the invite on to you, but she and Tony won’t actually know that you’re my date, unless Steve ratted us out, or Stark’s been nosing around. You’ll have the element of surprise on your side. Could be fun.”

And then, because she’s read on one of those magazines that flexibility deserves a reward and that positive reinforcement is a good thing, she goes up to him and gives him a long, deep kiss -- before moving in for the kill.

“Oh, I lied about the jeans, Barton. Wear black pants and the black Armani jacket I got you, you know, for that trafficking job in Hamburg? White or black t-shirt – I don’t care. You can pick.”

Clint just rolls his eyes.

“Who or what the hell is Armani?”





Edited 2013-01-01 07:11 pm (UTC)

And wouldn't he clean up nice ;) And still manage to be a dork :D

Yep. I think you have proof ... ;-)

OHHHH yes, I have :D











PS: You had posted that snippet before, I had the same feeling of deja vu as distel :)

Oops. Sigh. Living proof of my earlier assertion that some of us are more awesome than others... Some of us are just ... awfully forgetful ... :-(

The story is still awesome and you are awesome too! Never doubt that :)

OH CLINT. LET ME LOVE YOU FOR NOT KNOWING WHO THE HELL IS ARMANI. *bows* This has made me smile so so so damn MUCH. :D

OK. "How are y'all so awesome?" Because, Dear Bee and Fellow Founders, you showed us the way to awesome. Like, as in, ROAD SIGN. "You want awesome? Come in and pull up a computer."

THIS THISSITY THIS!!!

**TACKLEGLOMPS YOU**

but just remember, there ain't no awesome without the members. y'all are the ones who brings it. we just set out the punch and pie. <3

DON'T EVER YOU DARE RAIN ON YOUR OWN PARADE AGAIN, WOMAN! I might have to slap you! JEEZ!

OTher than that - AGREED! It's one thing to open a comm, it's another alltogether to make it a FRIKKIN HOT SPOT OF AWESOMENESS !!!! And to keep it going and to keep on the squee and ... well, all of this.

Now, off to read that writing you so graciously shared with us :P

wait, wait ... how is it that I think I've read this before? I am really confused ... or I have crazy realistic dreams or something ... creepy!

emmm ... I hope I didn't post this snippet before? Apart from computer illiteracy, non-functioning memory banks are my chief failing. So maybe .... ?? Or else we are just terribly in synch?

But if I DID post the snippet once before I have an excuse -- a friend got me my first Hawkeye comic for Christmas!!! Never knew comic Hawkeye had Jeremy Renner's EXACT HAIR! Mind melt.

Maybe you did? *laughs* who knows xD But it IS still amazing and funny ... which is something I should have mentioned before, silly me.

And EEPS, COMIC BOOK HAWKEYE x.x I want one as well ... I really need to stop being scared of the comic world. I mean, I read comics as a kid. But these days, I feel way too uncool to get into comics. Like ... I am not nerd enough to be allowed part of that particular club. Which is rubbish, thanks, I know xD

**wibbles**

**hugs you**

love the story. i love it when clint becomes nat's own personal ken doll. and you know he wouldn't do it for anyone else on earth but her. ;)