comment_fic 1010: Avengers/Highlander/Leverage
Title: You could drown in those eyes, I said
Fandom: Highlander/Marvel movies/Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Richard Siken
Warnings: post-Cap2 and Highlander. talk of torture, brainwashing, dehumanization, and death. talk of violence against children. a mishmash of backstories for Clint. Post-finale for Leverage.
Pairings: past-Steve/Bucky, Methos/ex-Winter Soldier, (mostly?)unrequited Steve/ex-Winter Soldier, past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers , past Methos/Kronos, Natasha/Clint, mentions of OC/OC, Eliot Spencer/Parker/Alec Hardison, Sophie Devereaux/Nate Ford
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: WIP
Point of view: third
Prompts: varies with each chapter
"And who might you be?" Methos asks the not-quite-mortal rummaging through his cabinets.
The man, who looks quite beat all to hell and worn down to nothing, long dark hair hanging dank past his shoulders, clothes fit only for burning, whirls to face him, throwing a knife as he spins. Methos, who saw the beginning of the motion as the man started to move, catches the blade and raises an eyebrow.
“That was rude,” he informs the man, who is staring at him in wonder.
Fandom: Highlander/Marvel movies/Leverage
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Richard Siken
Warnings: post-Cap2 and Highlander. talk of torture, brainwashing, dehumanization, and death. talk of violence against children. a mishmash of backstories for Clint. Post-finale for Leverage.
Pairings: past-Steve/Bucky, Methos/ex-Winter Soldier, (mostly?)unrequited Steve/ex-Winter Soldier, past Peggy Carter/Steve Rogers , past Methos/Kronos, Natasha/Clint, mentions of OC/OC, Eliot Spencer/Parker/Alec Hardison, Sophie Devereaux/Nate Ford
Rating: PG13
Wordcount: WIP
Point of view: third
Prompts: varies with each chapter
"And who might you be?" Methos asks the not-quite-mortal rummaging through his cabinets.
The man, who looks quite beat all to hell and worn down to nothing, long dark hair hanging dank past his shoulders, clothes fit only for burning, whirls to face him, throwing a knife as he spins. Methos, who saw the beginning of the motion as the man started to move, catches the blade and raises an eyebrow.
“That was rude,” he informs the man, who is staring at him in wonder.