You wrote fill prompts like you've never filled problems before. I think that's supposed to be prompts, though right now, they do feel like problems due to my backlog of TBW.
SQUEE! Of course, I need this like a hole in the head -- Hawkeye Big Bang and MCU Ladies Bang ... but somewhere in there are several transatlantic/pacific flights, and lonely nights in hotel rooms, and ... I WILL DO THIS.
FIC: Made and Meant, Rated: G, No Warnings [1/2]scribble_mynameFebruary 11 2015, 15:04:39 UTC
"All right, class." Darcy tapped the chart on the board with her pointer. "Who here knows how soulmarks work?"
Every right hand of the science fraternity/sorority of the Avengers Tower hit the air. Darcy was almost proud of Jane. Jane's interest in astrophysics so outweighed personal relations, that it had taken her until after the wreckage of both New York and London to get around to asking Thor how that worked on Asgard. While Tony and Bruce could be counted on to keep up with soulmark theory, Darcy's personal science girl could not
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Re: FIC: Made and Meant, Rated: G, No Warnings [1/2]scribble_mynameFebruary 11 2015, 15:04:54 UTC
Clint and Natasha cleared out last. That might have been due to the rapid flight of not brave teammates, shown up by an intern with a taser.
Clint had leveled his gaze at Natasha, who was studiously not looking at him. She was looking at the chart as if it held even the remotest level of interest.
"You have a mark over your heart," he opened with.
Natasha sighed and tugged on her own hair in frustration. "Barton. Did you never look at my back when we were changing?"
"It's called privacy," he growled out.
"It's called something," she snapped back. "I asked you about that mark the first week."
"You asked if I wanted to sleep with you!" he protested.
"And you said you didn't. I assumed-"
"You assumed wrong."
They stared at each other.
Natasha stood up slowly and passed him the chart. "I have a mark over my heart on my back. It looks remarkably like yours. Would you like to inspect it?"
After a moment, Clint stood up with her, hand sliding up over her shirt. "Yeah."
In the echoing halls of Asgard, an aging Thor remembers the humans who walked with him for a while -- the star-crossed lovers, who were first to leave.
(Oh, ouch. I don't know where that came from, but if anyone fills it, please send kleenex.)
sorry ... This came to me while I was driving home from errands this afternoon. I almost started to cry right there in the car. I don't think I could write it myself ... I'd be blubbering up my keyboard.
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You wrote fill prompts like you've never filled problems before. I think that's supposed to be prompts, though right now, they do feel like problems due to my backlog of TBW.
Also, is there a minimum word count?
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So, yay!!! :-)
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Every right hand of the science fraternity/sorority of the Avengers Tower hit the air. Darcy was almost proud of Jane. Jane's interest in astrophysics so outweighed personal relations, that it had taken her until after the wreckage of both New York and London to get around to asking Thor how that worked on Asgard. While Tony and Bruce could be counted on to keep up with soulmark theory, Darcy's personal science girl could not ( ... )
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Clint and Natasha cleared out last. That might have been due to the rapid flight of not brave teammates, shown up by an intern with a taser.
Clint had leveled his gaze at Natasha, who was studiously not looking at him. She was looking at the chart as if it held even the remotest level of interest.
"You have a mark over your heart," he opened with.
Natasha sighed and tugged on her own hair in frustration. "Barton. Did you never look at my back when we were changing?"
"It's called privacy," he growled out.
"It's called something," she snapped back. "I asked you about that mark the first week."
"You asked if I wanted to sleep with you!" he protested.
"And you said you didn't. I assumed-"
"You assumed wrong."
They stared at each other.
Natasha stood up slowly and passed him the chart. "I have a mark over my heart on my back. It looks remarkably like yours. Would you like to inspect it?"
After a moment, Clint stood up with her, hand sliding up over her shirt. "Yeah."
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(Oh, ouch. I don't know where that came from, but if anyone fills it, please send kleenex.)
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And that's where Natasha and Phil find out that once upon a time, Clint and Melinda ... Man, that thing practically writes itself. Eeep!! :-)
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