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sirona_gs and I are talking about a Christmas story with ALL THE PAIRINGS (as in, Phil/Clint, Steve/Bucky, Steve/Peggy, Steve/Peggy/Bucky, Loki/Darcy, Thor/Jane, Pepper/Natasha, Tony/Rhodey).
Possibly, we need to be stopped.
Oh, I also wanted to share this:
SOMEONE WRITE THIS FIC.
sirona_gs and I are talking about a Christmas story with ALL THE PAIRINGS (as in, Phil/Clint, Steve/Bucky, Steve/Peggy, Steve/Peggy/Bucky, Loki/Darcy, Thor/Jane, Pepper/Natasha, Tony/Rhodey). Possibly, we need to be stopped.
Oh, I also wanted to share this:
SOMEONE WRITE THIS FIC.
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Date: 2011-12-11 06:20 pm (UTC)Also, someone should write that fic. I'd read it everyday.
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Date: 2011-12-11 06:23 pm (UTC)Seriously, right? So would I. I want that fic so much.
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Date: 2011-12-13 12:41 am (UTC)"Phil?" a little voice says, and Phil looks down to see Barton staring up at him, looking mightiliy like he wants to burst into tears. No, not Barton, Phil reminds himself. This is Clint, who is, yes, still Barton - or will be, when Dr. Strange gets here and magicks them all back to normal - but is right now all of five years old.
And his lower lip is trembling.
Phil sighs and sits on the couch. "What's up?"
Clint is in Phil's lap between one breath and the next, throwing his skinny legs across Phil's lap and clutching Phil's shirt in his hand. His little head rests against Phil's shoulder. "Something's wrong, isn't it?"
And that's the catch, Phil thinks ruefully. The Avengers have no idea what's going on; Clint is taking it way better than Stark had, mercifully. As far as the tiny Avengers know, none of them have ever been more than five or six years old. (Phil counts himself lucky that Dr. Abramov kept his Russian up when he emigrated; otherwise, nobody would know what Natasha was saying.)
"We're fixing it," Phil promises, even though he knows that's not really what he's supposed to say. Fury has been living up to his name, running around swearing a blue streak about Loki and spells and the line, and yeah, Phil is pretty sure Strange is going to be able to fix it, but. But until then, he's got a lap full of a little boy who's smart enough to get some of what's going on but small enough to be scared by it. "Don't worry, Clint. It's nothing you did, okay?"
Clint relaxes almost instantly, and Phil can't help the way his arm curls around the boy's tiny shoulders. It's a wonder, really, that this little scrap of a kid had grown up into the man that Phil knows. There's a lot more to Clint Barton than trick shooting, and Phil seems to become more and more aware of that fact every day.
"You'll make it better," Clint says confidently - or as confidently as he can, given that his head is squashed into Phil's shoulder and he appears to be falling asleep. Sure enough, his breathing evens out a moment later, and his grip on Phil's shirt slackens.
Phil snags his jacket from the end of the couch and drapes it over Clint, holding him close.
NO MORE THAT IS IT SHUT UP BRAIN
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Date: 2011-12-12 01:37 am (UTC)I love the pic!!
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