On the phone with Sis.
With grateful thanks to all those who write C/D fic. You make me laugh out loud when I am alone, and you are awesome.
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Why on earth (or Asgard, for that matter) would I want to go back to grad school? This rocks SO much more. When Son-of-Coul (hee!) gave me the option to finish out my requirements as independent study credits here at AI, of COURSE I jumped at the chance. Yes, I am aware that an MA in PoliSci may never get me fame, fortune, and a stable career path, but working here is a “networking opportunity” this grad student never dreamt of, AND there is an automatic (!) tuition waiver for what’s left, since I am working in law enforcement. Me. HA! Don’t they have access to my speeding tickets? Or the record from that weekend in Vegas?
I have to admit, I was originally less than enthused about being an EA, but Pepper is a hell of a mentor. Can I grow up to be her? Yea, I know, I AM finished growing, thank you. Height jokes? Tall jerks are just as susceptible to voltage as anyone else. It never gets old. Back to Pepper. Wow. If I can figure out how she switches gears and maintains that calm, I will never EVER have to worry about funding the junk food habit. Anything she chooses to focus on gets done, smoothly, under budget, and early. Her insights on egos around here are a godsend- a word I guess I have to think about more, now that Thor is around so much. He IS easy on the eyes, but, then again, most of them are. Sigh.
Once Tony figured out I was not about to fawn at him, we were tight. He was such a playboy, even when we were in junior high I knew to stay away from players like him.
Besides, why would I want to poach on HER territory? I may be young, especially around here, but I am Not Stupid. Someday, if I play my cards right, I hope to qualify for my very own Jarvis clone. Now Jarvis, he is All That. Siri, eat your heart out.
If she were a regular person, I would feel sorry for Tasha, but she is so incredibly scary, I kinda feel sorry for the guys. They have no IDEA how to deal with a woman who can kill them with her left pinky fingernail and not stop to think. She and Sif have these amazing training bouts. When I remember how to be remotely coordinated, I want them to train me. Well, maybe later.
Steve is so much mellower than I expected, I mean, now that I had to admit he is real. (My prof for 20th C. Euro Conflict has been apologizing to me by email for weeks, since I was standing behind Cap in that one photo that ended up in Time.) I am still heavy handed with the pencils, but he’s a pretty good instructor, for realism and perspective. Steve picked up current aesthetics pretty quick, and is being really patient with my need to erase. We trade, I teach modern lifestyles; he teaches drawing 101. I am SO getting the good end of this bargain. He’s surprisingly funny, for a man that old. young? Whatever.
Clint. Well, who wouldn’t want a guy with that much sarcasm on tap? And he is damn sexy. It takes cojones to be the marksman lined up with the rest of this team. He makes it look like an afterthought. He has such beautiful focus. The eyes aren’t bad either. He has great taste in food too. Even Pepper trusts Clint’s judgment on restaurants in this town. He runs warm, I love being within his heat range, and he smells really good. I would take Barton home to the ‘rents in a heartbeat, but… if I did, he would snark with Mom, compliment Dad, and flirt with Gram. I would never be able to come home without him ever again. (Would that be such a bad thing?) STOP. No scamming on the superheroes! Ok, no additional scamming. There is no pretending, we all know I would follow Hawkeye through several alternative universes, I am just trying to be not QUITE so pathetic. After all, he turned down Natasha. Compared to her, what have I got to offer? A confiscated iPod? Not even.
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Why on earth (or Asgard, for that matter) would I want to go back to grad school? This rocks SO much more. When Son-of-Coul (hee!) gave me the option to finish out my requirements as independent study credits here at AI, of COURSE I jumped at the chance. Yes, I am aware that an MA in PoliSci may never get me fame, fortune, and a stable career path, but working here is a “networking opportunity” this grad student never dreamt of, AND there is an automatic (!) tuition waiver for what’s left, since I am working in law enforcement. Me. HA! Don’t they have access to my speeding tickets? Or the record from that weekend in Vegas?
I have to admit, I was originally less than enthused about being an EA, but Pepper is a hell of a mentor. Can I grow up to be her? Yea, I know, I AM finished growing, thank you. Height jokes? Tall jerks are just as susceptible to voltage as anyone else. It never gets old. Back to Pepper. Wow. If I can figure out how she switches gears and maintains that calm, I will never EVER have to worry about funding the junk food habit. Anything she chooses to focus on gets done, smoothly, under budget, and early. Her insights on egos around here are a godsend- a word I guess I have to think about more, now that Thor is around so much. He IS easy on the eyes, but, then again, most of them are. Sigh.
Once Tony figured out I was not about to fawn at him, we were tight. He was such a playboy, even when we were in junior high I knew to stay away from players like him.
Besides, why would I want to poach on HER territory? I may be young, especially around here, but I am Not Stupid. Someday, if I play my cards right, I hope to qualify for my very own Jarvis clone. Now Jarvis, he is All That. Siri, eat your heart out.
If she were a regular person, I would feel sorry for Tasha, but she is so incredibly scary, I kinda feel sorry for the guys. They have no IDEA how to deal with a woman who can kill them with her left pinky fingernail and not stop to think. She and Sif have these amazing training bouts. When I remember how to be remotely coordinated, I want them to train me. Well, maybe later.
Steve is so much mellower than I expected, I mean, now that I had to admit he is real. (My prof for 20th C. Euro Conflict has been apologizing to me by email for weeks, since I was standing behind Cap in that one photo that ended up in Time.) I am still heavy handed with the pencils, but he’s a pretty good instructor, for realism and perspective. Steve picked up current aesthetics pretty quick, and is being really patient with my need to erase. We trade, I teach modern lifestyles; he teaches drawing 101. I am SO getting the good end of this bargain. He’s surprisingly funny, for a man that old. young? Whatever.
Clint. Well, who wouldn’t want a guy with that much sarcasm on tap? And he is damn sexy. It takes cojones to be the marksman lined up with the rest of this team. He makes it look like an afterthought. He has such beautiful focus. The eyes aren’t bad either. He has great taste in food too. Even Pepper trusts Clint’s judgment on restaurants in this town. He runs warm, I love being within his heat range, and he smells really good. I would take Barton home to the ‘rents in a heartbeat, but… if I did, he would snark with Mom, compliment Dad, and flirt with Gram. I would never be able to come home without him ever again. (Would that be such a bad thing?) STOP. No scamming on the superheroes! Ok, no additional scamming. There is no pretending, we all know I would follow Hawkeye through several alternative universes, I am just trying to be not QUITE so pathetic. After all, he turned down Natasha. Compared to her, what have I got to offer? A confiscated iPod? Not even.