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Avengers Fic: Rescue Missions and Mistaken Identities, Pt. 7

Phil kept his eyes tightly closed, and tried not to feel the unfamiliar weight of this place pressing down on him.

He could feel his eyes burning, and he didn’t know why, because he absolutely was not going to cry. He was not. Going. To. Cry.

And when that ended up being a lie, too, he scrubbed at his cheeks with the heels of his hands until his cheeks were burning, but dry. Then he took a deep breath, and got out of bed. He was tired, exhausted, so exhausted that he felt sick, but he couldn’t sleep. No matter how long he lay there, how much he tried, every time he thought he might be falling asleep, he’d end up bolt upright, his heart pounding, something like a sob or a scream caught in his throat.

In the bathroom, he washed his face, and ran a glass of water. He took his time drinking it, his feet cold on the bathroom tile. He ignored it, anything to avoid going back to bed. The too big, too strange bed that definitely was not his.

Instead of returning to it, he picked his way across the carpet, making his way in the dim reflected light that spilled from the bathroom. He wished that there were windows, or any way to relieve the sensation of being trapped. He paused, considering the door. He glanced around, and immediately felt stupid. Still, he was breathing a little too hard, a little too fast, as he reached for the doorknob.

There was a soft beep, and Phil’s fingers jerked away from the door.

"I am sorry to startle you, Philip, but you are not supposed to leave this room without supervision."

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Avengers Fic: Phil Coulson Knows Tony Stark’s Super Villain Name, Pt. 4

“Reports are rolling in. There were six ‘paint bombs’ in all, though it appears that the ones sent off-site contained something closer to a powder than paint. Easier clean up, for the most part.” Hill didn’t look up from her tablet. “Stark will have to do some work to smooth feathers when this is over, but the damage is minimal.”

Fury gave a snort, staring out the window at the city below. “He’s not the only one.” He leaned forward, bracing one hand against the window. “We having any luck pinning down how he’s controlling the armors?”

“He cleared out most of our active duty tech support staff,” Hill said. “The few that escaped the original attacks are working on triangulating his location, but the suits appear to be part of a closed circuit system. Which could mean that Stark, or even Jarvis, is controlling them all remotely, or it could mean-”

“That he’s in one.” Fury reached up, rubbing hard at the bridge of his nose. “Take them all out.”

“He’s made no move towards this level again,” she pointed out.

“Rules are, he’s gotta get my name plate in order to win.” Fury turned away from the window, reaching a hand out as he crossed the office. Hill handed over the tablet as he stalked by. “He’ll come. Right now, he’s playing. Let’s make that painful for him.”

“Yes, sir.”

Fury collapsed into his chair. “And move with the contingency plan.”

The beat of a pause before Hill said, “Yes, sir,” was almost nonexistent. Anyone who wasn’t intimately familiar with her wouldn’t have noticed it at all.

Phil knew her very, very well.

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Filed under WIP Phil is absolutely done with this nonsense and Fury should know better Fic

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Avengers Fic: Phil Coulson Knows Tony Stark’s Super Villain Name, Pt. 3

“Take a pistol,” Clint said. “We need shooters.”

“That’s a really bad idea,” Darcy told him. “Honestly. I am the usually the first one to be eager for action, Barton, you know this. But honestly. Bad idea.”

“Oh, think I’m not aware of that?” Clint asked, and he pointed across the range. “Get a rifle, Andy Oakley, you can actually shoot.”

Drew snapped a salute, his eyes dancing. “I do so love shooting things,” he chirped, before bouncing away, humming.

“Was that ‘Can’t Get a Man With a Gun?’” Darcy asked Shawn.

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, it was.”

“Somehow not surprised.”

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Avengers Fic: Fashion Forward, pt 1

((Following the discussion of the same at the end of “Dating the Long Way Around, Spidey delivers on his promise.  Steve regrets it.))

“Psst.”

Clint didn’t even look up. “Kid. What have we told you about scampering around on our ceiling?”

There was a beat of silence. “It’s adorable and I should do it more?”

Clint popped the top off of a bottle and held it up over his head. “Try again.”

“I should stop doing it before someone shoots my ass?” Spidey asked, taking the bottle. “Are you giving me beer?”

“Of the root variety.” Clint flicked the bottlecap towards the trash can. It hit perfectly. “What do you want, Itsy-Bitsy?”

“Okay, how am I supposed to drink this?”

“You’re really trying to drink from a bottle while hanging upside down?” Clint asked. He didn’t bother to look up.

“It smells good,” Spidey said, sounding sad.

“If you’re trying to stick your tongue into the neck of the bottle right now-” Clint started.

“Mah, mime mah.”

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Filed under avengers fic WIP Spidey spent money on those steve You better wear 'em

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Avengers fic: Rescue Missions and Mistaken Identities, Pt. 6

((Parts 1-3 are included in the file on AO3, and all previous parts are included on my fic page.))

“Dinner time, short persons!”

Phil looked up from the massive jigsaw puzzle that he and DJ were working on. It was a fantastic thing, with hundreds of pieces, and he wasn’t sure how DJ had coaxed him into helping with it. But they’d made a lot of progress, the huge pile of pieces spread out and sorted by color and shape. They’d even managed to assemble a good portion of the interior, but Phil realized he had no idea how long they’d been working at it.

Judging by the way that his stomach growled when he caught the scent of the bowls on Tony’s tray, it had been a while.

DJ rolled over onto his back, his folded up legs going with him. His hands went up in the air, and his fingers made grabby motions in mid-air. Tony rolled his eyes, but he was smiling, bracing his tray on one hip. “Sit up like a civilized person, you monkey.”

Whining, DJ rolled back into a sitting position, his hands still out. He gave Tony a pleading look. Tony ruffled his hair with one battered hand. “He needs to eat. You okay with him taking a break?” he asked Phil.

“Sure,” Phil said, and DJ grinned at him. He bounced up and grabbed Phil’s sleeve, tugging him towards the child sized table at the base of the tree.

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Avengers Fic: Rescue Missions and Mistaken Identities, pt 5

((Moving on!  Parts 1-3 are included in the AO3 chapter, a link to part 4 can be found on my fic page.  Who saw this one coming? 8) ))

“I need to not have a tower full of children,” Tony said, the words strained. His eyes cut around the room. “If any of the rest of you decide to pull this crap, I will personally have you evicted. One. One child is enough. Almost too much. One child is a lot. I like the one we have. I think that’s enough.”

Doctor Stephen Strange gave him a look. “I imagine so.” He had his hands up and to his sides as he walked through the workshop. Light leaked from his fingers, a faint glow that swirled through the air around him as he moved. “How is he?”

“You mean, other than nine fucking years old?” Clint asked. He folded his arms over his chest, leaning his shoulders back against the wall. “Wonderful.”

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Avengers Fic: Phil Coulson Wasn’t Grown in a Lab (He Has a Mom) Pt. 7

((Haven’t given up, I promise.  I am bad at timely things. Previous chapters can be found linked here: My Fic Page  This will be updated on AO3 in the next few days))

Bruce wasn’t sure why he stopped. He didn’t know why the girl caught his eye. It was probably because she looked so out of place in the high tech, high shine lobby of Stark Tower. And because she didn’t seem to be aware of just how out of place she was. Bruce felt his steps slow, his body coming to a gradual halt, halfway across the lobby floor, the coffee he’d gone out looking for held up halfway to his mouth.

The girl was gangly and awkward, even from this distance, long legs and long arms, but she hadn’t figured out what to do with them. Her face was mostly hidden by a battered bucket hat, and her feet were propped up on a battered, army surplus backpack that looked like it weighed as much as she did. Her bright turquise Converse canvas shoes clashed with the pink and orange socks that showed above the folded over tops.

As Bruce watched, she lifted up her head, peeking out from under the brim of her hat. Her glasses matched her shoes, narrow rectangles that framed her eyes. She stopped texting on her phone and held it up. She made a face at the phone’s display, sticking her lower jaw out so her teeth poked out from below her upper lip, and crossing her eyes. Giggling, she scrunched back down, her long black jacket rucked up around her hips on the chair.

The word “COULSON” was stenciled in neat letters on the side of the backpack.

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Thursday Night Escape

((someone requested some more minions.  Sorry it took me so long to produce something. Slight warning for Drew and Darcy for making fun of each other in the way only truly good friends can, but a little bit of teasing about bisexuals on Drew’s part, and he gets slapped down, as rightly he should. 8) ))

“No.”

Darcy took a deep breath. “Dreeeeeeeeeeeew,” she whined.

Drew gave her a look. “That is not working to your advantage. You understand that, don’t you?”

“Don’t care.” She leaned forward, bracing her folded arms on the table. “You don’t understand. I am losing my mind. I cannot take another night of sitting around with those people.”

Everyone stared at her. Harris cleared his throat. “By, ‘those people’ you are referring to, you know, the Avengers?”

“You know what?” Darcy told him. “You know what? The mystique of super heroes? It kinda wears off once you see them wandering around in their underwear.”

Shawn cleared his throat. “Uh, which ones? In particular?” Drew choked on a snicker, and Shawn flushed. “What? It’s a legit question!”

“Was it Tony?” Drew asked. Darcy gave him a look. “I wanna know!”

“Drew, anyone with an internet connection and the ability to turn off Google Safe Search can see Tony Stark in his underwear,” Harris said.

“Have you checked this out for yourself?” Darcy asked him. “Do you know this from personal experience?”

“No.” Harris sipped his milk. “Not at all.”

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