For the sake of stuff, here’s a Sweeney Todd drabble.
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. :)
