Prompts: Sleepover, Secrets, Cooking, Chocolate, Assassins or Spies
Title: You Awake Down There?
Prompt: Sleepover
Medium: fic
Relationship/Character: Peter Parker
Rating: T
Warnings/Tags: Sleepovers ; teenage polyamory; Not Avengers: Infinity War Part 1 (Movie) Compliant
Summary: It’s honestly startling when Aunt May says, “Ned and MJ can stay over if it gets too late, but only if you keep your door open, mister.” She says it firmly, but she’s smiling like she knows she’s being the cool aunt letting him have a girl stay the night.
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Peter’s seventeen, dating his two best friends, and luckily gets to have them both spend the night.
(Rated for themes and swearing, though nothing saucy happens)
Title: Oblivious
Prompt: Secrets
Medium: fic
Relationship/Character: Clint Barton/Scott Lang
Rating: G
Warnings/Tags: Deaf Clint Barton ; Oblivious Scott ; Boyfriends
Summary: Keeping things to yourself is kind of a given when you’re in the heroing lifestyle. Every hero and secret agent he’s met has had something (or many things in some cases) that they didn’t or couldn’t or wouldn’t share, and Scott doesn’t blame them. Being a spy or hero is hard, and sometimes a person just needs to keep their secrets.
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Day trip to the river for some alone time ends with a bit of a surprise.
Summary: Brunnhilde moves the pan away from the fire and twists to look at the blond. “You are an absolute nuisance,” she replies without heat. She keeps the hot pan far from Skuld as she turns a bit further to press a kiss to her cheek. “Would you rather be the one making dinner for the unit?”She holds her hands up and takes a step backward. “Oh heaven’s no.”
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Summary: Bruce blinks. “Hot chocolate confuses you?”“I do not understand why anyone would want to consume their chocolate heated,” Thor responds. “It’s perfectly fine as a hard or soft sweet.”“Have you ever had it?”
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It’s winter, and Bruce decides that Thor and Brunnhilde need to try real hot chocolate.
Warnings/Tags: Pre-Relationship ; Assassins & Hitmen ; Alternate Universe - Modern: No Powers ; Rated for assassination and swears
Summary: He flips the three deadbolts and slides the chain along its little track before turning moving away from the door. “I will never understand how you get around so fast.” Clint lets his bag slide from his shoulder. He leaves it next to the arm of the couch for a moment. He grabs two slices of pizza from the box - thankfully pepperoni and not the Hawaiian that he knows Wade likes to get sometimes - and stacks them together.
“Shortcuts,” Wade replies with a shrug.
Clint drags his bag to the table in the near the kitchen and drops into the pulled out chair. “Magic shortcuts,” he grumbles, and shoves half a slice of pizza in his mouth. He chews, grateful for the food, and hefts the bag onto the table. “You make the call during your magic shortcuts?”
“Sent the pictures and everything. Money’s already where it belongs.”
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Clint and Wade are guns for hire. They work pretty well together, most of the time. James Barnes throws a bit of a wrench in their latest hit.
And an extra!
Title: Don’t Be a Stereotype
Prompt: Lost
Medium: fic and art
Relationship/Character: Clint Barton/Scott Lang (and Lucky)
Rating: G
Warnings/Tags: Being Lost
Summary: “Boof.”
“Thank you for that astute addition, Lucky. Clint is being unreasonable.” Scott reaches an arm back between the seats to pet the dog, grinning.
“We’ve been driving around the same area for the last two hours.”
He pulls his arm back and throws a hand up in the air. “Then just stop and ask for directions! Don’t be the stereotype.”
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Clint and Scott got lost trying to go camping. A small argument and then cuteness ensues.
“Where the hell is the turn off for this campground?”
“Anywhere is a campground if you’re brave enough to park there.”
“Scott, that’s not helping.”
“Boof.”
“Thank you for that astute addition, Lucky. Clint is being unreasonable.” Scott reaches an arm back between the seats to pet the dog, grinning.
“We’ve been driving around the same area for the last two hours.”
He pulls his arm back and throws a hand up in the air. “Then just stop and ask for directions! Don’t be the stereotype.”
Clint huffs and pulls the car to a stop along the shoulder of the road. “The last town was a half hour away. I’m not going all the way back there just to get told some bullshit directions by some local who doesn’t like the the way we look.”
Lucky pushes between the seats, front paws finding purchase on the center console. “Wuff.” He nudges Clint with his nose, and looks at him questioningly with his good eye. His tail is wagging hard enough to shake his whole body.
“You wanna run for a bit, boy?” asks Scott, already unbuckling. “There’s a map in the glovebox probably. Or you can always use the GPS in my phone.”
“My phone has GPS, too,” Clint replies, mildly grumpy.
Lucky forces his way between the seats as Scott gets out of the SUV. He hops out, dances around Scott long enough to show his appreciation, and then bolts into the grassy area off the side of the road.
Clint narrows his eyes and reaches for the glove compartment. He still doesn’t know why it’s called that - it rarely, if ever, actually holds gloves. “Don’t lose my dog.”
“Our dog,” Scott returns easily and leans back into the vehicle. He puckers his lips and is rewarded with a kiss. “We can switch off driving as soon as Lucky’s exhausted himself.”
Clint pulls him in for another kiss. “I’m not actually upset, just frustrated that we’re not already at the camping spot.”
“I know.” He squeezes Clint’s arm before pulling back and shutting the door. He can hear Lucky in the shrubbery, though he can’t quite see the dog.
Clint stays in the SUV for about ten minutes, attempting to get the GPS to actually locate them and tell him where the hell he fucked up on the directions. He’s grumping, annoyed with himself, until the map finally loads. They’re not as far away as he thought, and for that he’s insanely grateful. He plots the turns they’ll need to make and pockets his phone as he gets out of the SUV.
Scott and Lucky are rolling around in the soft grass, Lucky barking happily and Scott laughing. Clint can’t help but smile as they play fight. They’re adorable, he thinks, and isn’t so upset about getting lost anymore. He jogs over to them, his smile turning to a grin when they notice him and Lucky rushes his legs.
Scott scrambles to stand. “I take it you know how to get us to the campground?”
Clint nods, petting Lucky. “Yup.”
He grins and moves to add his own hands to the very happy dog. “Cool. We should probably head out.”
“Yup,” he agrees, but doesn’t stop petting Lucky. “We’ve got time.”
