katerprise said: Does anyone know the best place to leave a prompt? I'd love to see a story with a deaged Coulson, (established relationship with Clint before he gets deaged) and the team realising just how much he does for them and Clint freaking out because even as a kid he hated other kids.
Good places to leave prompts include:
You can also try:
… or right here! Would anyone like to have a go at this?
So, it seems that I write silly stuff whenever I’m stressed about either work or more serious types of writing. Work was very stressful. And the Big Bang fic is complicated. Have some silly fic.
Intermission: Rule Eight (3835 words) by Selenay
Fandom: The Avengers (2012)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson
Characters: Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Natasha Romanov, Tony Stark
Summary: The making out in supply closets part of Clint’s secret relationship plan was a total disaster. In retrospect, they agreed that Clint probably should have realised that ambushing Phil and trying to pull him into a supply closet would cause a problem.
Explaining to medical why Clint had a black eye and needed two stitches in his eyebrow was not one of Phil’s favourite moments.
The purchase request for new shelving in storage closet IB-188 was just plain embarrassing.
Anonymous said: There were always men in suits, for as long as Clint could remember. There were men in suits the day his parents died; men with solemn faces and solemn eyes and solemn we're-very-sorry's. There were men in suits at the orphanage; men in labels with wives in jewels, looking for children who were smarter, cleaner, more polite than Clint could ever be. There were men in suits at the circus; men with loud voices, angry voices, get-the-hell-out-of-here-or-else voices.
Anonymous said: And then there was Coulson, in suits that didn't stand out, but with a soft voice and a softer smile, when he let it show; Coulson who gave Clint back his bow, and sat with him when he was bleeding, and stood up for him when he went off-grid, and chided him when he wouldn't maintain radio silence, and kissed him in a shady motel room somewhere in Eastern Europe. There had always been men in suits, but Coulson, despite his Dolce jackets, was never one of them.
[Anon, you are amazing - thank you!]
Anonymous said: There were men in suits on the streets; countless, countless pimps and thugs and mafia rats, all with good deals for bad crimes. SHIELD was full of men in suits; junior agents who whispered behind his back, and senior agents who looked down on him like he was no better than the shit on their shoes, and handlers who forced his hands around guns and told him to aim and shoot and kill.