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Date: 2015-11-06 08:24 pm (UTC)Wild West
Crocodile Hunters
Torrid Bodice Ripper Romance
Or, you know... whatever! :)
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Date: 2015-11-06 10:16 pm (UTC)we'll see what comes out
Ficlet: Off-Stage Disaster
Date: 2015-11-06 10:34 pm (UTC)Clint was great singing up there on stage and even great at working the audience. Natasha would be happy if he could manage to be the same way in his personal life rather than a human disaster.
"Of course, we'll pay for the carpet in the hotel room," she soothed ruffled feathers over the phone and smiled at the roadie she'd rather glare at in lieu of Clint himself.
She paid the carpet bill, collected Lucky from Kate, and went to meet Clint backstage. "Pizza sauce on the carpet, Clint?"
She didn't even wait for him to get unbreathless as he dropped into a chair in the dressing room.
Clint didn't miss a beat. "Lucky was hungry. Weren't you, boy?" He petted the wagging dog, who barked agreement.
Natasha rolled her eyes. "If I'd known managing you would be managing you and your strays, I would have asked for a higher salary."
He huffed at her. "At least I'm not Tony Stark."
"Tony Stark pays four times as much," Natasha pointed out. "The hotel before that it was holes in the plaster."
"Arrows, Nat." He grinned up infuriatingly.
"Sing about them. Don't shoot them into walls."
"Targets!"
"That didn't work."
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Date: 2015-11-07 02:28 am (UTC)Re: Ficlet: Off-Stage Disaster
Date: 2015-11-11 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-06 03:13 am (UTC)Ficlet: Never Promise Blindly
Date: 2015-11-06 04:56 pm (UTC)Clint just groaned on the couch. "Had to."
Natasha raised an eyebrow.
"My neighbor," he replied, one arm over his stomach and not sounding very good at all. "She was trying all these recipes and I promised to help her with the taste testing."
"But she somehow failed to mention how much she expected you to eat?"
"She made five dozen recipes!" Clint protested. He made a weak swipe for the glass of seltzer Natasha was holding. "I promised!"
"Blindly." But Natasha shook her head fondly.
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Date: 2015-11-06 06:17 pm (UTC)Ficlet: Catsuit
Date: 2015-11-06 06:24 pm (UTC)"What's with the catsuits?" Bobbi griped as she fussed in front of the mirror in the Helicarrier gym showers.
Natasha came out from a stall wearing hers. "Fury has a design fetish."
"Really?" Bobbi paused on the buckles and straps she'd been tightening. "Can we hire a new designer? Threaten his current one?"
"Wouldn't help," Natasha pointed out. "Fury still likes black leather."
"Fine, then let's get the guys into catsuits and go from there."
Natasha considered this, Cheshire smile slowly spreading across her face.
Bobbi grinned back. "I'd go for Clint in a catsuit."
"We'll tag team," Nat agreed.
Re: Ficlet: Catsuit
Date: 2015-11-06 06:34 pm (UTC)Re: Ficlet: Catsuit
Date: 2015-11-06 06:40 pm (UTC)And where might this fic be...? :bats eyelashes:
Re: Ficlet: Catsuit
Date: 2015-11-06 07:15 pm (UTC)Please note it is most definitely NOT safe for work!
Re: Ficlet: Catsuit
Date: 2015-11-06 08:01 pm (UTC)I ADORE this trio.