FIC: They Just Make that Stuff for the Tourists (PG, implied violence, excessive alliteration)nessataleweaverFebruary 27 2013, 13:36:03 UTC
(OR: My Partner Killed the President of Paraguay with a Fork, and all I got was this lousy fridge magnet)
It started by accident, really.
On Natasha's first solo mission after getting out of 're-training' (translation: reprogramming to undo the brainwashing and several nasty psych-triggers), she was sent to Berlin. It was a simple recon and intelligence gathering - the sort of thing she could have done in her sleep. She and Clint had already pulled off A-rank missions as a team (including one that had still been a C-rank when they left the helicarrier), but Natasha chose to accept Fury's brusque 'As a solo agent, you're still the newbie, so you get the shit missions. Deal with it, Romanoff', rather than believe that SHIELD were still waiting for her to go rogue after three years in the uniform.
After capably finishing the mission in half the assigned time, Natasha had three days free to do absolutely nothing.
Re: FIC: They Just Make that Stuff for the Tourists (PG, implied violence, excessive alliteration)crazy4orcasMarch 12 2013, 17:42:43 UTC
I loved this! I'm still grinning.
Loved the postcards for Phil and the rest of the team joining in.
But this is my favorite part:
... but his favourite was the small plastic tiara with the flimsy ribbon ‘Miss Paraguay’ sash across it, that Natasha had carefully glued a magnet to the back of, since the beauty pageant didn’t issue souvenirs. On the rare occasion Clint had to explain it to someone, he always, ALWAYS mentioned that despite missing the question and answer round to kill the President of Paraguay (with a fork, as it turned out), Natasha had still managed to come in third.
It started by accident, really.
On Natasha's first solo mission after getting out of 're-training' (translation: reprogramming to undo the brainwashing and several nasty psych-triggers), she was sent to Berlin. It was a simple recon and intelligence gathering - the sort of thing she could have done in her sleep. She and Clint had already pulled off A-rank missions as a team (including one that had still been a C-rank when they left the helicarrier), but Natasha chose to accept Fury's brusque 'As a solo agent, you're still the newbie, so you get the shit missions. Deal with it, Romanoff', rather than believe that SHIELD were still waiting for her to go rogue after three years in the uniform.
After capably finishing the mission in half the assigned time, Natasha had three days free to do absolutely nothing.
So naturally she went shopping.
continued at AO3
(warnings for barely-beta'ed and possible excessive alliteration.)
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Loved the postcards for Phil and the rest of the team joining in.
But this is my favorite part:
... but his favourite was the small plastic tiara with the flimsy ribbon ‘Miss Paraguay’ sash across it, that Natasha had carefully glued a magnet to the back of, since the beauty pageant didn’t issue souvenirs. On the rare occasion Clint had to explain it to someone, he always, ALWAYS mentioned that despite missing the question and answer round to kill the President of Paraguay (with a fork, as it turned out), Natasha had still managed to come in third.
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