[Dodododo, this fic is fun to write and I’ve been mucking around with it for a while! Enjoy! Also found here.]
Rating: Teen for swears and innuendos and other teen stuff.
Pairings: Everything if you squint.
Summary:”Gun up, Cap-collage,” If Tony tries to look threatening as he pulls his slightly purple sunglasses back down over his eyes, it doesn’t work. “It’s hawk season.”
Chapter: 1) Seventy Year Old Golden Ass
In which Steve suddenly becomes very confused about Tony and his elaborate gun.
In the process of writing something along these lines.
He’s wearing his uniform, nice and tight — no homoerotic subtext here, this is strictly business — and Tony can see the definitions of Clint’s ass, even from this distance. Tony smirks. That’s his target, then. Clint’s sassy ass will be gold and spangled by the end of this and Tony will get his stuff back, even if he has to paint the whole tower midas-touch gold.
Okay, so this is really out of context BUT STILL. Too much fun, okay? Good lord.
GOODNIGHT. :)
