POI Avengers crossover fusion #9: Sharp Dressed Men
TITLE: Sharp Dressed Men
AUTHOR: whomii2
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: [AU Fusion where Finch=Banner/Hulk; Reese=Hawkeye. Other Avengers as usual]. The guys do a little shopping to lift some spirits
NOTES: for my trope bingo square: retail therapy
Captain America was moping.
He still went through his usual routines, but without much enthusiasm. He didn't seem to accomplish much when sketching, mostly just staring off into space. He had declined Harold's invitation of a trip to the book store, and when he sat to read barely turned the pages. He didn't seem angry, as his hits at the punching bag seemed to have less oomph rather than more. Harold hypothesized a significant upcoming date in relation to his former life. A birthday, an anniversary, something to remind him of all he had lost while he had been frozen in ice. Reese agreed, and suspected that that was why their choice of an older classic for movie night had failed to cheer Steve up, instead only seemed to make things worse.
Reese and Harold were quietly discussing their colleague while getting coffee and tea respectively, watching where Steve was sitting in the living room flipping listlessly through the paper. Reese figured it was time to bring in the big gun - Stark. Tony was eminently capable of providing a distraction. Even if all Tony did was annoy Steve it might still be enough to perk the man up. Apprised of the situation when he came up from the lab to get his own morning coffee, Tony agreed enthusiastically.
“I know the perfect solution......SHOPPING! Shopping always makes me feel better.”
“What could you possibly still find to buy?” Reese muttered.
Ignoring the comment Tony bounded into the living room “Steve! Steve! Come with me to my tailor's! I need a new outfit for that charity gala we have this weekend.”
“Don't you have enough clothes already?” Steve grumped.
“Hey, I'm not just a billionaire, genius, philanthropist superhero. I'm also a fashion icon. I made red&gold the new black. I've been on the cover of GQ and made the best dressed list 5 years running. so I have a reputation to maintain. Come along and I'll introduce you to my guy. We can get something for you too.”
“I was just gonna rent a tux for the evening Tony...”
“WHAT! Captain America is not gonna wear off the rack!! Not on my watch.” Tony turned to where Reese and Harold were hovering while observing their teammates. “You guys should come too. It'll be great. Guy's day out.”
“I was an international spy with SHIELD, Stark. I already have a tuxedo.”
“Oooh, cool. What does it do? Bulletproof cummerbund? Exploding cufflinks? Although it still won't be as awesome as the Iron Man suit.”
“Some of us don't need fancy gizmos. Just ourselves.”
“He's right” Steve nodded in agreement.
“Phoooey. Guess I shouldn't expect any tech appreciation from the guy who shoots arrows and the guy who throws a giant frisbee.”
“Its a shield Tony”
“Looks like a giant patriotic frisbee. But Harold, you appreciate where I'm coming from don't you science bro?”
“Yes Tony. The Iron Man suit is a wonderful technological marvel. Sadly the greatest science achievement in my wardrobe is...pants that don't rip.”
There was a bit more arguing, but Reese figured the shopping trip couldn't hurt and helped Tony wrangle the others into going. A short limo ride later and they were at Tony's tailor's, being fawned over by his assistants while the tailor took their measurements.
Various outfits were brought out and tried on by all of them. Everything from formal wear and business suits to casual everyday garments and accessories, Picking up a price tag that had been removed and accidently fluttered onto the floor Steve exclaimed “I can't believe this is how much a tuxedo costs nowadays.”
“Tux? That's the price for the underwear.”
“You pay that much for UNDERWEAR?!”
“Hey, price of designer underwear: $450. What's inside: priceless” Tony responded with a leer. “Besides, it pays to have on classy underwear when you end up splashed all over the front page wearing nothing else.”
“That's an invasion of privacy. I can't get over how intrusive reporters are today. They had no business trespassing on private property and peeping through windows just to get some pictures. Back in my time newspapers reported news.”
“Well, those particular photos were taken in Times Square. Good Times.”
“What? Why were you....Aaarrgh! I don't even wanna know.”
Turning away from the squabbling duo convinced that Captain America was now out of his funk, Reese surveyed himself critically in the full-length mirror and asked Finch “Does my quiver make my butt look big?”
Harold tried but didn't succeed in keeping a straight face.
Catching sight of Harold's small smile in the mirror, Reese couldn't suppress a satisfied smirk of his own as he thought: Mission Accomplished!
AUTHOR: whomii2
DISCLAIMER: do not own
SUMMARY: [AU Fusion where Finch=Banner/Hulk; Reese=Hawkeye. Other Avengers as usual]. The guys do a little shopping to lift some spirits
NOTES: for my trope bingo square: retail therapy
Captain America was moping.
He still went through his usual routines, but without much enthusiasm. He didn't seem to accomplish much when sketching, mostly just staring off into space. He had declined Harold's invitation of a trip to the book store, and when he sat to read barely turned the pages. He didn't seem angry, as his hits at the punching bag seemed to have less oomph rather than more. Harold hypothesized a significant upcoming date in relation to his former life. A birthday, an anniversary, something to remind him of all he had lost while he had been frozen in ice. Reese agreed, and suspected that that was why their choice of an older classic for movie night had failed to cheer Steve up, instead only seemed to make things worse.
Reese and Harold were quietly discussing their colleague while getting coffee and tea respectively, watching where Steve was sitting in the living room flipping listlessly through the paper. Reese figured it was time to bring in the big gun - Stark. Tony was eminently capable of providing a distraction. Even if all Tony did was annoy Steve it might still be enough to perk the man up. Apprised of the situation when he came up from the lab to get his own morning coffee, Tony agreed enthusiastically.
“I know the perfect solution......SHOPPING! Shopping always makes me feel better.”
“What could you possibly still find to buy?” Reese muttered.
Ignoring the comment Tony bounded into the living room “Steve! Steve! Come with me to my tailor's! I need a new outfit for that charity gala we have this weekend.”
“Don't you have enough clothes already?” Steve grumped.
“Hey, I'm not just a billionaire, genius, philanthropist superhero. I'm also a fashion icon. I made red&gold the new black. I've been on the cover of GQ and made the best dressed list 5 years running. so I have a reputation to maintain. Come along and I'll introduce you to my guy. We can get something for you too.”
“I was just gonna rent a tux for the evening Tony...”
“WHAT! Captain America is not gonna wear off the rack!! Not on my watch.” Tony turned to where Reese and Harold were hovering while observing their teammates. “You guys should come too. It'll be great. Guy's day out.”
“I was an international spy with SHIELD, Stark. I already have a tuxedo.”
“Oooh, cool. What does it do? Bulletproof cummerbund? Exploding cufflinks? Although it still won't be as awesome as the Iron Man suit.”
“Some of us don't need fancy gizmos. Just ourselves.”
“He's right” Steve nodded in agreement.
“Phoooey. Guess I shouldn't expect any tech appreciation from the guy who shoots arrows and the guy who throws a giant frisbee.”
“Its a shield Tony”
“Looks like a giant patriotic frisbee. But Harold, you appreciate where I'm coming from don't you science bro?”
“Yes Tony. The Iron Man suit is a wonderful technological marvel. Sadly the greatest science achievement in my wardrobe is...pants that don't rip.”
There was a bit more arguing, but Reese figured the shopping trip couldn't hurt and helped Tony wrangle the others into going. A short limo ride later and they were at Tony's tailor's, being fawned over by his assistants while the tailor took their measurements.
Various outfits were brought out and tried on by all of them. Everything from formal wear and business suits to casual everyday garments and accessories, Picking up a price tag that had been removed and accidently fluttered onto the floor Steve exclaimed “I can't believe this is how much a tuxedo costs nowadays.”
“Tux? That's the price for the underwear.”
“You pay that much for UNDERWEAR?!”
“Hey, price of designer underwear: $450. What's inside: priceless” Tony responded with a leer. “Besides, it pays to have on classy underwear when you end up splashed all over the front page wearing nothing else.”
“That's an invasion of privacy. I can't get over how intrusive reporters are today. They had no business trespassing on private property and peeping through windows just to get some pictures. Back in my time newspapers reported news.”
“Well, those particular photos were taken in Times Square. Good Times.”
“What? Why were you....Aaarrgh! I don't even wanna know.”
Turning away from the squabbling duo convinced that Captain America was now out of his funk, Reese surveyed himself critically in the full-length mirror and asked Finch “Does my quiver make my butt look big?”
Harold tried but didn't succeed in keeping a straight face.
Catching sight of Harold's small smile in the mirror, Reese couldn't suppress a satisfied smirk of his own as he thought: Mission Accomplished!