longnecks down
I'm hungry or nauseous or tired of putting up with a certain person or people or just plain tired. But the fun doesn't stop now! We're having a sleepover! *crazy eyes*
I'm really sorry I've been falling behind on writing of fannish things, lately. I'm going to try my best to be a better and more focused writer. I hope. But anyway, HERE FOR YOUR PATIENCE, is a wee bit of the Avengers fic I'm working on, the one where they BOND through the POWAH of MUSIC.
“I particularly enjoy this song,” Thor bellows without removing his headphones, and with a quick, “Jarvis?” from Tony the music on his handheld device floods the room’s speakers.
“Bumbadadum badadum badadum badaDAHda. Bumbadadum badadum badadum badaDAHDAHDUHDAHDAAA."
“Is that the theme song to Bonanza?” Bruce asks over the guitars kicking in and Clint’s enthusiastic whoop as he whips the cowboy hat off his head and starts prancing around the room.
The first verse sounds a lot like the singers could be referring to Tony, passing out hundred dollar bills and surrounded by women, but Tony seems thoroughly absorbed in his work other than a quirked half-smile in the corner of his mouth.
“Do you have horses on Midgard, then?” Thor asks after the chorus. “Or should I have asked for a cowboy at the animal shop when I needed one to ride?”
“Oh, god,” Steve gets out, covering his face in one hand to hide the way his skin heats when he laughs.
“We broke Cap,” Tony says, looking up. “Offended his delicate sensibilities.”
“My sensibilities are fine.” He tries not to sound disdainful when he says it; he can’t quite meet Tony’s gaze. “It’s only-Thor, yes, last time I checked, we have horses. And unless genetic modification has gone that far, pretty sure we don’t have half-human, half-cows wandering around. Do we?”
Steve seems to have been the only one to catch Thor’s meaning if the startled laughs and groans around the room are anything to go by. Bruce hurries to assure Thor (and Steve) that no, they haven’t got that far, or, they have in some areas in theory, but the practical application and ethical implications of cow people haven’t-
“Then what is the meaning of this song?” Thor cuts in, frowning in bafflement.
“Oh for-cowboys were men who herded cattle around the Midwest,” Natasha says from the handstand she’s been in for the last forty-five minutes.
“But why would I choose to ride a cattle herder rather than a horse?”
“It’s a sex thing.” Clint pulls himself onto the counter so he’s close to eye-to-eye with the Norse god. “You never had someone hop on and take you for a ride?”
“Officially uncomfortable with this topic of conversation,” Bruce announces, and Tony grins.
I'm really sorry I've been falling behind on writing of fannish things, lately. I'm going to try my best to be a better and more focused writer. I hope. But anyway, HERE FOR YOUR PATIENCE, is a wee bit of the Avengers fic I'm working on, the one where they BOND through the POWAH of MUSIC.
“I particularly enjoy this song,” Thor bellows without removing his headphones, and with a quick, “Jarvis?” from Tony the music on his handheld device floods the room’s speakers.
“Bumbadadum badadum badadum badaDAHda. Bumbadadum badadum badadum badaDAHDAHDUHDAHDAAA."
“Is that the theme song to Bonanza?” Bruce asks over the guitars kicking in and Clint’s enthusiastic whoop as he whips the cowboy hat off his head and starts prancing around the room.
The first verse sounds a lot like the singers could be referring to Tony, passing out hundred dollar bills and surrounded by women, but Tony seems thoroughly absorbed in his work other than a quirked half-smile in the corner of his mouth.
“Do you have horses on Midgard, then?” Thor asks after the chorus. “Or should I have asked for a cowboy at the animal shop when I needed one to ride?”
“Oh, god,” Steve gets out, covering his face in one hand to hide the way his skin heats when he laughs.
“We broke Cap,” Tony says, looking up. “Offended his delicate sensibilities.”
“My sensibilities are fine.” He tries not to sound disdainful when he says it; he can’t quite meet Tony’s gaze. “It’s only-Thor, yes, last time I checked, we have horses. And unless genetic modification has gone that far, pretty sure we don’t have half-human, half-cows wandering around. Do we?”
Steve seems to have been the only one to catch Thor’s meaning if the startled laughs and groans around the room are anything to go by. Bruce hurries to assure Thor (and Steve) that no, they haven’t got that far, or, they have in some areas in theory, but the practical application and ethical implications of cow people haven’t-
“Then what is the meaning of this song?” Thor cuts in, frowning in bafflement.
“Oh for-cowboys were men who herded cattle around the Midwest,” Natasha says from the handstand she’s been in for the last forty-five minutes.
“But why would I choose to ride a cattle herder rather than a horse?”
“It’s a sex thing.” Clint pulls himself onto the counter so he’s close to eye-to-eye with the Norse god. “You never had someone hop on and take you for a ride?”
“Officially uncomfortable with this topic of conversation,” Bruce announces, and Tony grins.