Assorted Comment-Fic Fills
Title: Threat Level Black
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Characters: Natasha Romanov
Word Count: 100
Rating: T
Notes: Written for leni_ba's prompt of any fandom, threat on comment-fic
Summary: The first night Clint introduces Natasha to his family.
There's a baby sleeping two doors down the hall. A toddler and an adult civilian on the same floor. Her stomach still hurts from the bullet wound-the skin around it aches when she stretches-but if she wanted, she could kill the toddler before he stopped her.
Just two years since he brought her in and now he's brought her to his home. His family. She wonders-
-wonders if Barton trusts her enough to doze off, or if he's lying awake next to his wife, listening to make sure her floor doesn't creak.
She lies very, very still and doesn't sleep.
Title: Good Man, Black Knight
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes, Riza Hawkeye
Word Count: 333
Rating: G
Notes: Written for evil_little_dog's prompt, Leverage/Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy Mustang+/Riza Hawkeye (and anyone else), Roy Mustang is an investigator for an insurance company specializing in museums. on comment-fic
Summary: "They're not going to cover Elicia's treatment," is the first thing Maes says.
"They're not going to cover Elicia's treatment," is the first thing Maes says when Roy picks up his phone. "She only needs another year of treatments, Roy, and it's another two million, and they said it's-"
"Hold on," Roy says, and his voice is calm and steady and cold as ice, and Hawkeye looks up from her desk across the room with a frown.
"Sir, what's-"
"I'm putting you on speaker." Roy lets Maes' desperate panic fill the room, but his mind's already made up.
"-already spent all our savings, and I know you're the one who paid for her-"
The Armstrong house still hasn't updated its shitty-ass security since he recommended they do so, he knows. Easy going to pick of two million's worth of art, but he's going to need a hacker to get through the-
Ah. Of course. That scrawny little guy they call the Alchemist and his sickly brother. He'd let them go once, in a moment of sentiment, when he learned their story--and, honestly, he thinks the kid hates him because of it--and they owe him, and he's sure the younger brother's recovered by now.
Which leaves three spots open, and he doesn't need to think for more than a minute before he has in mind several others-Havoc, Breda, that little guy who did the phone tapping on the Boswell case-who would risk their careers (not to mention some serious prison time) for Hughes.
"We'll take care of it." He cuts Maes off mid-sentence and looks up at Hawkeye. She doesn't even look at the door before she gives a short, sharp nod.
"I want in."
"Elicia needs you to raise her. Just keep your head down when they start asking questions, and-"
"She's my daughter, Roy."
Roy sighs, but they really could use the help. "Fine. Get me the blueprints for the Armstrong house and Edward Elric's last known address."
Riza, at her desk, loads her gun and shoots him a smile.
"Let's go steal some artwork."
Title: Fort Serenity
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal Reynolds
Word Count: 156
Rating: G
Notes: Written for creepy_shetan's prompt, author's choice, any ensemble cast, Community fusion AU - sitting around The Table, paintball wars, pillow forts vs. blanket forts, anything on comment-fic
Summary: How Mal meets the Tams during the first paintball war.
"She really likes water guns," he hears the kid saying before he turns the corner, "So I thought the paintball match would be fine, but-"
Professor Serra's there, of course, holding the shaking girl while the girl's-boyfriend? brother?-fidgets and frets and babbles on and on about loud noises and flashbacks. Ina-Professor Sera raises a significant eyebrow when she sees him, and Mal curses himself, because he just wanted to win the early registration prize, and he had a good chance, with Zoe and Jayne backing him up, but-fine.
This is the only building the fighting hasn't gotten to, and if the kid wants to take his-sister? he's going with sister-home, they'll have to either go through a dozen screaming paintball players or wait it out-possibly overnight-here in discomfort of the library. Unless-
Wash, he types into his cell phone. Meet me in the study room w/ the crew. And bring your blankets. We're making a fort.
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Characters: Natasha Romanov
Word Count: 100
Rating: T
Notes: Written for leni_ba's prompt of any fandom, threat on comment-fic
Summary: The first night Clint introduces Natasha to his family.
There's a baby sleeping two doors down the hall. A toddler and an adult civilian on the same floor. Her stomach still hurts from the bullet wound-the skin around it aches when she stretches-but if she wanted, she could kill the toddler before he stopped her.
Just two years since he brought her in and now he's brought her to his home. His family. She wonders-
-wonders if Barton trusts her enough to doze off, or if he's lying awake next to his wife, listening to make sure her floor doesn't creak.
She lies very, very still and doesn't sleep.
Title: Good Man, Black Knight
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Characters: Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes, Riza Hawkeye
Word Count: 333
Rating: G
Notes: Written for evil_little_dog's prompt, Leverage/Fullmetal Alchemist, Roy Mustang+/Riza Hawkeye (and anyone else), Roy Mustang is an investigator for an insurance company specializing in museums. on comment-fic
Summary: "They're not going to cover Elicia's treatment," is the first thing Maes says.
"They're not going to cover Elicia's treatment," is the first thing Maes says when Roy picks up his phone. "She only needs another year of treatments, Roy, and it's another two million, and they said it's-"
"Hold on," Roy says, and his voice is calm and steady and cold as ice, and Hawkeye looks up from her desk across the room with a frown.
"Sir, what's-"
"I'm putting you on speaker." Roy lets Maes' desperate panic fill the room, but his mind's already made up.
"-already spent all our savings, and I know you're the one who paid for her-"
The Armstrong house still hasn't updated its shitty-ass security since he recommended they do so, he knows. Easy going to pick of two million's worth of art, but he's going to need a hacker to get through the-
Ah. Of course. That scrawny little guy they call the Alchemist and his sickly brother. He'd let them go once, in a moment of sentiment, when he learned their story--and, honestly, he thinks the kid hates him because of it--and they owe him, and he's sure the younger brother's recovered by now.
Which leaves three spots open, and he doesn't need to think for more than a minute before he has in mind several others-Havoc, Breda, that little guy who did the phone tapping on the Boswell case-who would risk their careers (not to mention some serious prison time) for Hughes.
"We'll take care of it." He cuts Maes off mid-sentence and looks up at Hawkeye. She doesn't even look at the door before she gives a short, sharp nod.
"I want in."
"Elicia needs you to raise her. Just keep your head down when they start asking questions, and-"
"She's my daughter, Roy."
Roy sighs, but they really could use the help. "Fine. Get me the blueprints for the Armstrong house and Edward Elric's last known address."
Riza, at her desk, loads her gun and shoots him a smile.
"Let's go steal some artwork."
Title: Fort Serenity
Fandom: Firefly
Characters: Mal Reynolds
Word Count: 156
Rating: G
Notes: Written for creepy_shetan's prompt, author's choice, any ensemble cast, Community fusion AU - sitting around The Table, paintball wars, pillow forts vs. blanket forts, anything on comment-fic
Summary: How Mal meets the Tams during the first paintball war.
"She really likes water guns," he hears the kid saying before he turns the corner, "So I thought the paintball match would be fine, but-"
Professor Serra's there, of course, holding the shaking girl while the girl's-boyfriend? brother?-fidgets and frets and babbles on and on about loud noises and flashbacks. Ina-Professor Sera raises a significant eyebrow when she sees him, and Mal curses himself, because he just wanted to win the early registration prize, and he had a good chance, with Zoe and Jayne backing him up, but-fine.
This is the only building the fighting hasn't gotten to, and if the kid wants to take his-sister? he's going with sister-home, they'll have to either go through a dozen screaming paintball players or wait it out-possibly overnight-here in discomfort of the library. Unless-
Wash, he types into his cell phone. Meet me in the study room w/ the crew. And bring your blankets. We're making a fort.