Lurker.  Big fan.  Plotter of evil.  Foamy at the mouth for cold-blooded killers.  Likes it here.  First time posting. *waves*

You all might recall there was an amusing fanvid of "Everyone is Clint Barton Undercover" rec'd a few weeks ago.  The post is [here].

This fic is set in that universe.  HOWEVER, that is actually not the thing that amuses me.  Generally, I let the fandom vet out the diamonds in the rough, separate the wheat from the chaff, and all that.  However, curiosity got the better of me and I clicked even though the chapters-to-reviews ratio wasn't very high (it could easily have been overlooked).

It's a real ride.


Title:  Cupid (on ff.net) (WIP)
Written by:  AlphaKantSpell
Summary:  Clint had never been a normal person - not even in the unusual fellow sort of sense. He was literally not a person. Clint was a Cupid, complete with wings and an inexhaustible set of magic love making arrows. That's getting ahead of things. This is a story about how Natasha is Clint's soulmate but he isn't her's.
Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Hawkeye/Clint B. & Black Widow/Natasha R. - Chapters: 5 - Words: 22,154 - Reviews: 22 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 31 - Updated: 07-18-12 - Published: 07-05-12
Warnings:  CRACKAGE. SERIOUS CRACK.  Possible Clint cracky whump.  Nothing too sexy yet.  Lots of language.  No triggers (yet).



(There're some spelling errors and occasional wrong-words, but the writer has a form of dyslexia and no beta that I can see, so a little leniency is in order -- she's still a good writer)

It's so goddamn funny and just a tad heartbreaking.  Clint is obviously a bit (or a lot) OOC, but when crack is in order, do you care?  It also contains oodles of Phil/Clint buddytimes and CLINT ANTICS.  I just laughed so much I thought it was a shame the story might not be getting the exposure it deserves.  So if you care to, give it a little love and maybe boost its numbers a bit for more exposure.  I'd like to make sure the writer is motivated to finish. :)

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You may all now continue staring slack-jawed at the promptathon thread.