So Coulson left this box of coloured paper clips on his desk with a note, "Twenty Things An Asssassin Can Do With Paperclips"; obviously it's a hint to use the fucking things to finally put the twenty mission reports he owes the bureaucracy into some semblance of order, maybe even submit them.

But the more Clint stares at those clips, the more their cheery colours turn into a swirling rainbow of resentment and so he starts making a list of twenty ways they could be used to kill the guy who audited his last expense report (twenty-one missions ago); he starts with dip in kurare, moves on to clamp over oxygen tube while scuba-diving and ends with straighten, sharpen, bundle together and turn into an arrowhead with twenty little pointy bits.

Okay, so that last one was a bit lame, but he folds the list into a little origami QuinJet anyway, hooks the clips into two strings which turn into colourful contrails as he fires the thing into Coulson's office, where it lands with a really satisfying thud.

I've been reading these to the girls at work and this one got the most cheers! Well done! Love it!

You're WORKING today??? That is ... just wrong.

But I'm cheering too, for the fact that you liked it, and in honour of the run-on sentence! :-)

I get to be off now but yes, I had to work. Adult jobs are CRAP!

A well-built run-on sentence is a thing of beauty!

Oh, I have one of those too (adult jobs) but in my part of the world, it's a statutory holiday today (AND Monday). Four-day weekend ... yay!!

We don't get a lot of those in retail. Holidays are those days when people decide they NEED to come to the store.

BUT it did give me time to write for some of those first prompts! Stories this small can be written on scrap paper that I can hide next to the keyboard when I have to do "real work". *grins*

This is just so perfectly Clint, I can't even handle it. :) Excellent!

Thanks -- and a dozen small paper clip airplanes full of hugs! :-)