Fic: Silence is Golden (Avengers)
Title: Silence is Golden
Prompt: just before the battle and chess match at writerverse
Word Count: 586
Rating: Mature
Original/Fandom: Fandom (Avenger!movie verse)
Pairings (if any) (implied) Clint/Natasha, Steve/Darcy
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Tony always forgets the first rule of friendship with Master Assassins: Don't ask a straight-forward question and expect a straight-forward answer. Also, Darcy needs more practice verbally sparring with Tony.
Just before the battle, there were things that needed to be said. Unfortunately, none of them were said. It made for some tense moments, especially when communication seemed to be a foreign concept and it was dubious whether either of them was prepared to protect the other's flank as they had so often before.
Looking back, it was easy to see that it made the team uneasy but, it was possible, it made the enemy uneasy as well. They were expecting a certain set of characteristics in their opponents that never quite showed up like they were expecting. If pushed, Steve was prepared to say that this strange disconnect between his Master Assassins was what won them this battle.
The icy silence continued long after everyone had arrived back at the tower. Showers were taken. Food was eaten. Sleep was fitfully apprehended as adrenaline drained out of their bodies, slowly and surely. No one could say for sure if Clint or Natasha had gotten any sleep. All anyone knew was that there wasn't any loud voices coming from their room.
"Just let them be," Bruce demanded when Tony made the unanimous decision (he was the only one who voted so he was always sure of the outcome) to say something to them. "They'll figure it out on their own."
"Not good enough. For all we know, they're more than likely to shoot each other before even trying to take out the next target. Then where will we be?"
"The same place you're at when they are talking." This was from a distracted Darcy, wearing what appeared to be one of Steve's t-shirts and nothing else. The first was easy enough for anyone to see but the second was a dead giveaway considering the pink tinge of Steve's cheeks. "Up in the air. Why are you so concerned?"
"Because... because," but Tony had lost his train of thought as he found more fertile ground in his next comment. "So you and Steve are... talking a lot these days, are you?"
Surprisingly enough, it was Darcy who rose to the bait while Steve sat quietly through the whole exchange. "And what if we are? What's it to you? Jealous, are you? Well, you should be." She mumbled a few things around the piece of toast that Steve pushed into her mouth. Seemed he was quickly learning that it was impossible to win in a war of words with Tony Stark.
Besides, Darcy was at her best when she let the insults sink in and ruminate for a few days, striking silently when all memory of the words had fallen away. She was nothing if not a pro at the art of revenge.
Steve leaned in close. "Don't bait him. You'll only say something you'll regret."
She wrinkled her nose at him but stayed silent. When Bruce smiled at her, the sort of look that told her she was doing the right thing, she wrinkled her nose at him, too. Darcy got her revenge on all the men by dropping into Steve's lap after he sat back down, daring each of them silently to say something.
It wasn't until early evening that anyone saw either Clint or Natasha. Tony, of course, was the only one willing to comment on their appearance. "What have you two been doing?"
They both stared at him, both of them unscrewing the caps of their bottled water. "Playing chess," Clint drawled. "Care to take on the winner?"
Darcy was the only one who laughed.
This entry was cross posted at dreamwidth - where the cool kids hang out.
Prompt: just before the battle and chess match at writerverse
Word Count: 586
Rating: Mature
Original/Fandom: Fandom (Avenger!movie verse)
Pairings (if any) (implied) Clint/Natasha, Steve/Darcy
Warnings (Non-Con/Dub-Con etc): none
Summary: Tony always forgets the first rule of friendship with Master Assassins: Don't ask a straight-forward question and expect a straight-forward answer. Also, Darcy needs more practice verbally sparring with Tony.
Just before the battle, there were things that needed to be said. Unfortunately, none of them were said. It made for some tense moments, especially when communication seemed to be a foreign concept and it was dubious whether either of them was prepared to protect the other's flank as they had so often before.
Looking back, it was easy to see that it made the team uneasy but, it was possible, it made the enemy uneasy as well. They were expecting a certain set of characteristics in their opponents that never quite showed up like they were expecting. If pushed, Steve was prepared to say that this strange disconnect between his Master Assassins was what won them this battle.
The icy silence continued long after everyone had arrived back at the tower. Showers were taken. Food was eaten. Sleep was fitfully apprehended as adrenaline drained out of their bodies, slowly and surely. No one could say for sure if Clint or Natasha had gotten any sleep. All anyone knew was that there wasn't any loud voices coming from their room.
"Just let them be," Bruce demanded when Tony made the unanimous decision (he was the only one who voted so he was always sure of the outcome) to say something to them. "They'll figure it out on their own."
"Not good enough. For all we know, they're more than likely to shoot each other before even trying to take out the next target. Then where will we be?"
"The same place you're at when they are talking." This was from a distracted Darcy, wearing what appeared to be one of Steve's t-shirts and nothing else. The first was easy enough for anyone to see but the second was a dead giveaway considering the pink tinge of Steve's cheeks. "Up in the air. Why are you so concerned?"
"Because... because," but Tony had lost his train of thought as he found more fertile ground in his next comment. "So you and Steve are... talking a lot these days, are you?"
Surprisingly enough, it was Darcy who rose to the bait while Steve sat quietly through the whole exchange. "And what if we are? What's it to you? Jealous, are you? Well, you should be." She mumbled a few things around the piece of toast that Steve pushed into her mouth. Seemed he was quickly learning that it was impossible to win in a war of words with Tony Stark.
Besides, Darcy was at her best when she let the insults sink in and ruminate for a few days, striking silently when all memory of the words had fallen away. She was nothing if not a pro at the art of revenge.
Steve leaned in close. "Don't bait him. You'll only say something you'll regret."
She wrinkled her nose at him but stayed silent. When Bruce smiled at her, the sort of look that told her she was doing the right thing, she wrinkled her nose at him, too. Darcy got her revenge on all the men by dropping into Steve's lap after he sat back down, daring each of them silently to say something.
It wasn't until early evening that anyone saw either Clint or Natasha. Tony, of course, was the only one willing to comment on their appearance. "What have you two been doing?"
They both stared at him, both of them unscrewing the caps of their bottled water. "Playing chess," Clint drawled. "Care to take on the winner?"
Darcy was the only one who laughed.
This entry was cross posted at dreamwidth - where the cool kids hang out.