May 16, 2012 01:58
Director Fury Needs This Done By Tuesday
"I just want you to know," Tony complains loudly, "that I feel completely oppressed by SHIELD's exploitation of my genius. I mean, you could at least let me pick the music!"
"Uh-huh." Coulson glances away from the TV screen (SuperNanny is currently engaged in an epic five-hour battle to make a spoilt six-year-old sit on the designated Naughty Step for biting her stepmother) long enough to eye Stark, who has paused sulkily over his workbench with a hammer raised Thor-like in his fist. "Lewis, if he keeps shirking his work, you have official permission to deal with him as you see fit."
"I - HEY!" Tony spins round to stare beseechingly at the much shorter brunette. "Guy with an electric heart-saver prominent on his chest, here!"
Darcy glares right back at him, raising the water-filled squirtbottle threateningly. "Then stop being a dumbass and get back to work!"
my son of coul,
some assembly required,
make mine marvel,
sometimes i write stuff