Fic: "Silk"
title: Silk
author: perletwo
words: 526
rating: PG
fandom: Marvel movieverse
warnings: two bad words, one's seven letters, starts with 'b'; other's four letters, starts with 'h'
prompt: It's known that Clint spent several years in the circus (at least in the comics); what I want is a fic where Clint was actually a lot more talented at something like the trapeze and the Avengers finding out (whether or not Coulson, Fury, and/or Natasha knew is up to you) when something like his old circus comes to town and he performs with them as a guest or he's invited to an international competition for his skills or anything the filler wants. I just want acrobatic Clint and shocked Avengers.
A/N: If you're not familiar with the art form being referenced here, I had in mind moves that are somewhat like this. This is a slightly expanded version of what I posted at the avengerkink prompt above, to fill the Circus prompt in my Hawkeye table for avengers_tables.
The most difficult thing about being an Avengers handler rather than an actual Avenger, Agent Coulson thought, was having to hang back, watch and direct the action in a firefight instead of participating himself.
Right now, for example, Coulson was in a S.H.I.E.L.D. armored van filled with telemetry equipment watching the Avengers work. They were assigned to neutralize something called a Wendigo, a big furry Yeti-thing, that had taken hostages atop the Metropolitan Opera House. Via monitor and headset he observed and directed the heroes’ actions, and tried to anticipate the Wendigo’s responses.
But not everything could be anticipated.
Somehow the beast got hold of a female hostage in one enormous paw and Hawkeye in the other. All the muscles in Coulson’s chest clenched and his brain froze when the two went flying over the edge of the roof, into free-fall.
Before he could shake it off and order one of the team’s flyers into a rescue, however, Hawkeye took matters into his own hands, casually securing his bow over one shoulder.
The archer caught hold of one of the immense parachute-silk banners flowing from rooftop to the ground floor of the building to advertise the premiere of the opera house’s latest performance. He twisted it into a rope and wrapped a length around his forearms on his descent, gradually tightening it to slow his fall.
When he was nearly at a stop, he shifted and levered himself up almost parallel to the rope, then freed one hand and wrapped the silk in a complicated twist around his legs. Hands free, he levered himself again to stand at a right angle to the rope and let it untwist at a fast spin until he was level with the falling female. He caught her by both forearms and pulled her up the banner, twisting a length of it tightly around her midsection and placing her hands around the rope. He said something to her Coulson couldn’t make out, but by her nod and the death grip she placed on the silk, he didn’t need to read lips to know it was something on the lines of “don’t let go.”
Then he was shimmying up the banner toward the roof, back to the action, and Coulson couldn’t help but smile.
By this time Thor had reached Hawkeye for a lift back up and Iron Man had the hostage back on the ground, and finally, Coulson could breathe again.
“All right, team. Let’s get this fuzzy bastard put down already,” he said into their earpieces.
Then he switched to a private channel. “Barton. What the hell?”
“What, you’ve never seen aerial tissu before?” Coulson could practically hear the cheeky grin in the archer’s voice.
“Apparently not. I repeat: the hell?”
“It’s an acrobatics thing. We had a married couple that did an aerial silk act in the second circus I worked at,” Clint replied. “I mean, c’mon, could you be around people who do rope dancing and not want to give it a go?”
“I could. But you? Probably not.”
“Besides. They were both smokin’ hot,” Clint added, and with a snarl Coulson snapped back to the public channel.
author: perletwo
words: 526
rating: PG
fandom: Marvel movieverse
warnings: two bad words, one's seven letters, starts with 'b'; other's four letters, starts with 'h'
prompt: It's known that Clint spent several years in the circus (at least in the comics); what I want is a fic where Clint was actually a lot more talented at something like the trapeze and the Avengers finding out (whether or not Coulson, Fury, and/or Natasha knew is up to you) when something like his old circus comes to town and he performs with them as a guest or he's invited to an international competition for his skills or anything the filler wants. I just want acrobatic Clint and shocked Avengers.
A/N: If you're not familiar with the art form being referenced here, I had in mind moves that are somewhat like this. This is a slightly expanded version of what I posted at the avengerkink prompt above, to fill the Circus prompt in my Hawkeye table for avengers_tables.
The most difficult thing about being an Avengers handler rather than an actual Avenger, Agent Coulson thought, was having to hang back, watch and direct the action in a firefight instead of participating himself.
Right now, for example, Coulson was in a S.H.I.E.L.D. armored van filled with telemetry equipment watching the Avengers work. They were assigned to neutralize something called a Wendigo, a big furry Yeti-thing, that had taken hostages atop the Metropolitan Opera House. Via monitor and headset he observed and directed the heroes’ actions, and tried to anticipate the Wendigo’s responses.
But not everything could be anticipated.
Somehow the beast got hold of a female hostage in one enormous paw and Hawkeye in the other. All the muscles in Coulson’s chest clenched and his brain froze when the two went flying over the edge of the roof, into free-fall.
Before he could shake it off and order one of the team’s flyers into a rescue, however, Hawkeye took matters into his own hands, casually securing his bow over one shoulder.
The archer caught hold of one of the immense parachute-silk banners flowing from rooftop to the ground floor of the building to advertise the premiere of the opera house’s latest performance. He twisted it into a rope and wrapped a length around his forearms on his descent, gradually tightening it to slow his fall.
When he was nearly at a stop, he shifted and levered himself up almost parallel to the rope, then freed one hand and wrapped the silk in a complicated twist around his legs. Hands free, he levered himself again to stand at a right angle to the rope and let it untwist at a fast spin until he was level with the falling female. He caught her by both forearms and pulled her up the banner, twisting a length of it tightly around her midsection and placing her hands around the rope. He said something to her Coulson couldn’t make out, but by her nod and the death grip she placed on the silk, he didn’t need to read lips to know it was something on the lines of “don’t let go.”
Then he was shimmying up the banner toward the roof, back to the action, and Coulson couldn’t help but smile.
By this time Thor had reached Hawkeye for a lift back up and Iron Man had the hostage back on the ground, and finally, Coulson could breathe again.
“All right, team. Let’s get this fuzzy bastard put down already,” he said into their earpieces.
Then he switched to a private channel. “Barton. What the hell?”
“What, you’ve never seen aerial tissu before?” Coulson could practically hear the cheeky grin in the archer’s voice.
“Apparently not. I repeat: the hell?”
“It’s an acrobatics thing. We had a married couple that did an aerial silk act in the second circus I worked at,” Clint replied. “I mean, c’mon, could you be around people who do rope dancing and not want to give it a go?”
“I could. But you? Probably not.”
“Besides. They were both smokin’ hot,” Clint added, and with a snarl Coulson snapped back to the public channel.