Working on that Riley/Remy/Peggy fic. Somehow managing to work on "Closing Time" and "Stolen Tarts: Sibling Rivalry" at the same time while also working on a favour for Katt.
Have spent the last week throwing up more than I'd care to admit, fighting off lightning headaches, and ignoring back pain. Have also been working almost every day.
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Fury looked unimpressed. It took a trained eye to catch this; the man might have had the emotional range of a teaspoon, but it was a range, however small.
"Is there a problem, Coulson?"
"There was a thing there a little while back."
He nodded.
"Which is exactly why I'm sending you."
Phil Coulson failed to follow this logic, but he fingered the car keys in his pocket nonetheless.
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Parking his car, Coulson took off his sunglasses and looked at the Mansion in front of him before putting them back on.
It was a given that there would not be a warm welcome waiting for him. The last time he'd visited, the staff was recovering from the loss of the Professor, as well as both Scott Summers and Jean Grey.
That had ended...poorly. While there had been no real collateral damage, that poor fountain would never be the same ( ... )
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(This one, for the record, was my favourite to write. Mainly because I am in love with Coulson.)
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I can bribe you with drabbles.
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I...
I may be open to accepting bribes. *hangs head in easily-bought shame*
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Alternatively:
Darcy totally knows CPR. She also now knows one Clint Barton.
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