Why You Can't Set an Action Movie In Boston: Avengers
So I found this on my external recently. I think I intended it to be longer, but I honestly feel like adding any more to it would kill it.
Not that it made much sense to begin with.
(And yes, it will make its way to AO3 shortly, but first!)
Title: Why You Can't Set an Action Movie In Boston
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Tony, Natasha, Steve
Genre: Crackity crack crack crack.
Rating: G
Summary: There are two ways to clear a crowd. This is probably not the better of the two.
Author's Notes: I apologize for nothing, including OOC shenanigans. And yes, needless to say, this is an AU.
"I'm bringing the party to you."
"Stark, there are thirty thousand people here!"
"What, still?"
"Yes!"
"Oh. Well. Guess that's a problem then."
And just like that, the communication line went silent, as if Tony had silently shafted all responsibility on someone other than himself in an instance that for once didn't involve liquor or women in varying stages of dress. At that point, Natasha looked to the sky, arms hanging limply by her sides as she watched her teammate rush into view with a giant flying armored snake trailing behind him. With a quick glance around her, she took a survey of the crowds of people striding along the sidewalks as if it was a clear, sunny day on which aliens currently weren't waging war against humanity.
Then, she sighed as a precursor to the most vital thing she had ever shouted on a public street while pointing to Captain America. (This type of act would happen only a handful of other times but not with the same level of urgency.)
"Hey! This man just said the Yankees might have a chance this year!"
Instantly, Steve turned his head to her. "Wait, what?!"
That cleared the area nearly instantly. Six hours later, the rest of the Avengers finally found the captain hanging upside-down from a streetlight in Roxbury. It took another three hours to find his ripped and bloodied costume in Dorchester, and Natasha spent forty-five subsequent minutes and the last of her pocket change buying Tony enough liquor to coax him into fishing Steve’s battered shield from the Charles River.
This entry was cross-posted from http://mercoledi.dreamwidth.org/115138.html.
Not that it made much sense to begin with.
(And yes, it will make its way to AO3 shortly, but first!)
Title: Why You Can't Set an Action Movie In Boston
Fandom: Avengers
Characters/Pairings: Tony, Natasha, Steve
Genre: Crackity crack crack crack.
Rating: G
Summary: There are two ways to clear a crowd. This is probably not the better of the two.
Author's Notes: I apologize for nothing, including OOC shenanigans. And yes, needless to say, this is an AU.
"I'm bringing the party to you."
"Stark, there are thirty thousand people here!"
"What, still?"
"Yes!"
"Oh. Well. Guess that's a problem then."
And just like that, the communication line went silent, as if Tony had silently shafted all responsibility on someone other than himself in an instance that for once didn't involve liquor or women in varying stages of dress. At that point, Natasha looked to the sky, arms hanging limply by her sides as she watched her teammate rush into view with a giant flying armored snake trailing behind him. With a quick glance around her, she took a survey of the crowds of people striding along the sidewalks as if it was a clear, sunny day on which aliens currently weren't waging war against humanity.
Then, she sighed as a precursor to the most vital thing she had ever shouted on a public street while pointing to Captain America. (This type of act would happen only a handful of other times but not with the same level of urgency.)
"Hey! This man just said the Yankees might have a chance this year!"
Instantly, Steve turned his head to her. "Wait, what?!"
That cleared the area nearly instantly. Six hours later, the rest of the Avengers finally found the captain hanging upside-down from a streetlight in Roxbury. It took another three hours to find his ripped and bloodied costume in Dorchester, and Natasha spent forty-five subsequent minutes and the last of her pocket change buying Tony enough liquor to coax him into fishing Steve’s battered shield from the Charles River.
This entry was cross-posted from http://mercoledi.dreamwidth.org/115138.html.