Aaaand ... just to kick things off, here's a ficsnippet (a "post-credit scene" I stuck into the comments to one of my stories), meant to pre-date and be absolutely without prejudice to our Ship. In honour of Canadian Thanksgiving, which happens to be next weekend. I shall give thanks for Clint's abs.

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"Mom, I brought a colleague of mine home for dinner, Clint Barton. You don’t mind do you? Clint, meet my mother. Lian May."

"Colleague, they call it these days? Really, Melinda? With abs like that?"

"Mother!"

"Never mind, dear. Nice to meet you Mr. ... Hawkeye, is it?"

"You fucking told her?"

"Mom's CIA. They have their own sources."

"Uh huh, sure. … Actually, I've heard a fair bit about you, too, Mrs. May."

"Oh? You have? Do tell."

"I'd have to kill Melinda if I did."

"You couldn't if you tried, Barton."

"Wanna bet, toots?"

"Oh, I like him, darling. He can stay. One room or two?"

"You noticed his abs, Mom, and you have to ask?"