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Damn. Stark had finally figured it out. Clint had long since viewed it as a foregone conclusion, but was a bit sad to see his fun end. Their colleagues had been gossiping back and forth over Stark’s extravagant gift-giving, and Clint wanted no part of it. He hadn’t gotten specifics yet, as he’d been out of the country for most of that time on various missions; he wasn’t going to go out of his way to learn, either. It wasn’t his business. Stark was growing on him, sure, but throwing money at him wasn’t going to expedite the process. He had no need of anything material, and he had little intention of giving the billionaire reason to start thinking he did. He packed up his bag and headed for home, dreading what he was going to find when he got there. More post-it notes declaring Stark’s superiority, most likely. That, and obvious fingerprints proving he’d touched Clint’s stuff, just because he could. Upon arrival at his apartment, he flicked on the lights to find what he expected; the first of probably several post-it notes stuck to his kitchen counter.
You have unexpectedly good taste. Because I’m sure you’ll want to know: yes, they’re combat-ready. Use them whenever you want, I made sure they’d work with your equipment. Also, you should come over some time to watch all three. The equipment I’ve got is better than the theater.
His eyes shot up from the note and began suspiciously scanning the foyer and kitchen - nothing. Confused, he stuck the note back on the counter, went for his room, and turned on the light there to be confronted with quite possibly the most gorgeous sight he’d yet encountered in his life. Three perfectly replicated, full-sized bows from The Lord of the Rings universe; Legolas’ Lothlorien bow, a Galadhrim bow from Two Towers, and even Lurtz’s demonic-looking one from Fellowship of the Ring. Trembling fingers reached forth to touch the Lothlorien bow; Clint made a small squeaking noise when he made contact, proving the weapons were indeed there and he wasn’t dreaming. He was so stupefied by happiness and shock he couldn't spare the emotion to wonder, much less be angry, at how Tony had learned Clint even liked Lord of the Rings.
“Combat-ready,” Clint whispered reverently in repetition of Tony’s note. If Stark wanted to be friends this badly, he could consider the assassin bought and paid for. He never got to see the trilogy in-theater, due to the nature of his job; he’d kill to watch the Battle of Helm’s Deep on a large screen with multi-channel surround sound.
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The Avengers had assembled in Los Angeles for a run-of-the-mill monster extermination call. Before getting off the airship, Clint made a show of whipping out his chosen weapon for the day - the Uruk-hai bow, as its tension made it extra-deadly. He and Stark shared a grin, much to the confusion of everyone else aboard. He’d decided to take the fantasy bows on Avengers excursions, as they didn’t require the stealth and flexibility of his usual weapon. Soon as their transport kicked off from the landing zone, Steve began shouting directives for his team.
“Everyone got it?” Steve asked far below Clint, who’d been dropped off on the nearest tall building by Stark. Chirps of acknowledgement could be heard from everyone.
“Forth Eorlingas,” Clint murmured into the comm, really for no one but himself.
“The hell does that mean?” asked Steve.
“Clearly, it is an opening battle cry, asking for the blessing of his ancestors! SANNLEIKI OK HJARTA!” Thor added enthusiastically as he took off running, thrusting Mjolnir before him. Tony did his best to remain on a straight flight trajectory and avoid curling into a ball of laughter.
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A/N: Why yes this was a thinly-veiled excuse to use the phrase 'Forth Eorlingas' in a fanfiction how did you guess
Just for reference, Lurtz was the one Uruk-hai that killed Boromir in Fellowship of the Ring. Such a cool bow. :D The Galadhrim bows are the ones the elves are carrying that come to help the Rohirrim in Two Towers. Also, 'sannleiki ok hjarta' means 'truth and heart' super-cheesy I know but it's Thor come on. I found a Viking battle cry generator after some Google-fu.
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:)
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http://www.vikingrune.com/old-norse-motto-generator/
Have fun!
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You've given me a new headcanon!
Natasha would want pretty things SHIELD wouldn't let her have THANK ODIN FOR TONY STARK AM I RIGHT OR AM I RIGHT?
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Cue Tony and Clint giving him a crash-course in fandom.
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I don't know how many of you are on there, but this fic and my other works will be going up there, slowly. AO3 is just waaaaay more convenient, long-term-storage-wise. Formatting will be slightly different on there, as I intend to consolidate related sections from here. (i.e. All of Bruce's part is one chapter, all of Thor's, etc.) Based on some of your comments, I'm relatively sure some of you are reading one of my other two current fills unknowingly, so a few of you may recognize the other titles going up there.
All active fills' priority will be here, however, so updates will always appear on the kmeme first.
Please let me know if you have questions and/or comments! <3
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He’d stayed at his old house there while he was visiting - and had been reminded all throughout those few days why he had abandoned that house for the new tower in New York in the first place. There were too many memories soaking it to the foundations, and staying there alone had only aggravated the sensation. Just walking in the door to the lower, business-centric levels of Stark Tower had been a huge relief. He used to loathe being around people, content to tinker away hours in the basement in Malibu. But now, people meant Pepper, the other Avengers, and purpose. It made life a little more crowded, sure, but no amount of time would ever be able to dull Tony’s unparalleled skill in irritating people enough to leave him alone, if he wanted to be so.
And, for now, the tower’s upper housing levels were still his - and Pepper’s, he supposed.
That will change soon, but right now, I'll be able to re-annex my couch and revel in hundreds of channels of trashy TV-
He froze at the entryway to the common area. A massive couch stretched across the room. Seated upon it were Natasha, Bruce, and Clint, watching what appeared to be Goblet of Fire. Bruce looked over his shoulder at him, giving a little wave.
“Hey.”
“What the hell are you doing in my house?” Tony demanded.
“See, that’s not how we heard it,” Steve announced from the small adjoining kitchenette, holding some sort of cylindrical container in his hand. “This ice cream is awesome, by the way.”
“That,” Tony began, “is gelato I had specifically flown in from Rome. You lived right next door to Little Italy your whole damn life. Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what that is to piss me off.”
Steve licked the spoon clean before waving it reprovingly at Tony.
”I’m from Brooklyn, not Manhattan.”
Tony lunged; Steve twisted and easily deflected him. He joined his compatriots on the sofa.
”Pepper!” Tony shouted at the ceiling.
”We’re watching a movie,” Natasha huffed from behind him.
“Yes, have a little courtesy,” Pepper agreed, appearing in a hallway on the opposite side of the kitchenette.
“Pepper,” he repeated through grit teeth, “what are they doing in the house?” She tut-tutted him and made to approach, but was interrupted by heavy footfalls growing louder behind her.
“Stark!” Thor cried as he bounded in and caught Tony in a hug that lifted him off the ground, “I had thought to have rich accommodations in Asgard, but this is truly magnificent. I was already plenty blessed with your flying craft alone. That you would give me a second home here of such quality is a gift I can never hope to reciprocate.”
“You can start by putting me down,” Tony choked out after the worst of Thor’s embrace had relinquished. Thor did so, though a massive grin remained plastered on his face. Tony turned to readdress Pepper, who returned an arched just-try-and-tell-me-off eyebrow in preemptive response. His reproaches died before he could give voice to them, understanding from just that one look from Pepper he wasn’t going to win this particular battle.
“So…you moved them in,” he tried instead, doing his best to be conversational and diplomatic. Pepper hummed her agreement.
“This is why you didn’t go to California yourself. There was no board meeting here.” Pepper nodded, her shit-eating grin spreading wider as Tony deduced retroactively.
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“He’s not angry. At least, not about this. He just doesn’t like that I beat him to the punch. Everything’s been ready to go for weeks.”
“Weeks? Then why wait?” Steve asked. Pepper stalled at his question. She glanced nervously at Tony, who still had his back to everyone else in the living room. Bruce’s eyes lit from behind with understanding.
“You didn’t think we would want to.”
Tony allowed his slackened shoulders do the talking for him.
“Is this what the Christmas-in-July treatment has been for?” Natasha questioned further.
“No,” Tony quickly replied. When he finally turned back around toward his teammates, he found himself face-to-face with Barton. He squeaked in surprise and fell back a step or so.
“We all know you’re a grade-A prick a lot of the time, but trying to buy us off was never going to work.” Steve, Thor, and Bruce made a few, dissonant noises of complaint, but Clint ignored them and continued, “But luckily for you, I don’t know anybody else who appreciates the numerous, yet subtle ways Faramir is way cooler than Boromir.”
Tony relaxed. “I’ve always found it patently obvious he was the superior son.” Clint nodded at him in approval before returning to the sofa. Steve’s eyes bounced back and forth between the two men in confusion. He appeared to decide whatever he had just witnessed was positive, however, as he stepped forward.
“You’ve more than proved to us how committed you are to a team effort, Tony.”
“Working together and living together are two very different things,” Natasha quipped.
“That’s true,” Steve continued, annoyance lacing his voice at Natasha’s interruption, “but that commitment is borne out of respect for us. I didn’t recognize that before…I do, now. And though I’m sure you’re going to enjoy, um, pushing the boundaries of camaraderie, we all appreciate what you’re offering us, and are willing to take you up on it.”
“That has to be the most roundabout way of saying ‘it’s okay, we’re friends’ I’ve ever heard,” Bruce chuckled.
“Let’s not get carried away with labels, hmm?” Natasha countered, though a tiny smirk softened her usually-stern features.
“Willing, we are, indeed! As long as you will have us, friend.” Thor agreed, oblivious to Natasha’s sarcasm. Tony looked over to Pepper - she was beaming. She mouthed an ‘I told you so’ at him as she finally closed the gap between them and wrapped an arm around his waist. He smiled in spite of himself.
Yeah, people weren’t that bad, after all.
“You all just better remember my birthday’s in four months, and I expect to have my mind blown. I mean, I don’t expect a three-or-four-million’s-worth of mind blown, but your quaint little ideas should mix up into something presentable.”
He made a tactical retreat before Pepper’s hands, popcorn, or gelato could connect.
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A/N: DONE! Omg, first fic I've finished AND published in quiiiiite awhile. This has been an absolute blast to write, and I thank OP wholeheartedly for the opportunity! Thanks for putting up with my infrequency with updating, and many, MANY thanks to all of you for reading! Hope each and every one of you enjoyed it! See you around. <3333333
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But yay BFFs all around!!
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LKjdafkas Tony got what he wanted, he got the team in the mansion! Even if he's being a little standoffish about it. Because that's what Tony Stark does.
AND NOW FOR MY FAVORITE QUOTE FROM THIS PART
“That,” Tony began, “is gelato I had specifically flown in from Rome. You lived right next door to Little Italy your whole damn life. Don’t pretend you don’t know exactly what that is to piss me off.”
Steve licked the spoon clean before waving it reprovingly at Tony.
”I’m from Brooklyn, not Manhattan.”
STEVE YOU TROLL
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And yes, the gelato thing was something I left notes for myself after I lost my original draft to accidental unplugging of my computer. You should have seen my triumphant expression when I double checked that Little Italy was indeed not in Brooklyn, and that my joke would work. because I'm just that much of derpy idiot That may or may not have been the original lines of dialogue I built the chapter around. ;;>_>
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