I'm sure Phil has the Shield uniform designers sufficiently intimidated that he just says "the straps stay" and they don't argue. I want to be in the room when Tony asks what the straps on Clint's uniform are even FOR.


Phil just walks in, “Don’t touch the straps,” then walks back out and no one questions it.  He had some design input. 8)

And if Tony was ever stupid enough to ask that question, I can see Clint calling his bluff and telling him.  In brutal detail until Tony was like, “OH GOD SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP I HAVE NEVER IN MY LIFE BEEN A PRUDE BUT OH MY GOD THIS MUST BE WHAT IT FEELS LIKE.”

clint/coulson & spring. Bonus sparkly purple stars for each alternate definition of spring :)


Clint isn’t a particularly tidy person, but he stands by his tradition of spring cleaning.  He once told Phil that having a home meant spring cleaning.  Phil hadn’t questioned his logic, which had been enough for Clint.  when they moved in together, Phil started helping out when he could, when he wasn’t spending nights as well as days at the office.  Clint doesn’t really mind doing it on his own, though.  There’s something vaguely calming about the smell of Fabuloso and the routine Clint has created as to where to start, what to do and what order to proceed in.

He’s cleaning their bathroom when he finds a box Phil has left out near to his shoe rack.  Clint would honestly call and just ask Phil what’s in the box, but they’ve been married over three years.  If Phil didn’t want him knowing, he’d never have left it where Clint could find it.  And Phil knows Clint’s in his cleaning mode.

Clint flips open the wooden box, smiling at the elegance of it.  Inside, he finds not one, not two, but seven watches.  None of them ticking.

Frowning, he asks JARVIS, “J, is Tony around?”

"In Dr. Banner’s lab, Agent Barton."

"Thanks."  Clint pops on down and pings before entering the lab.  Last time he entered without warning, he’d very nearly been accidentally sprayed with a caustic agent. 

Tony looks up from whatever he and Bruce are poking at and says, “Hey there, William Tell.  Aren’t you polishing apples today, or something?”

Clint doesn’t even bother to roll his eyes.  One of these days Tony is going to run out of nicknames, but today is clearly not that day.  He brings the box over and opens it up.  ”I found this.”

Tony peers in and blinks.  ”Those are some nice machines.”

"They’re not ticking," Clint points out.  "Phil likes old things, but he doesn’t always know how to restore them."

Tony reaches in, taking one of the pocket watches out and turning it over in his hands.  ”Probably not that hard.  Definitely some springs need replacing, a couple of tweaks here and there.  Agent coming home tonight?”

Clint says, “He means to.”

"So, I’ve got, what?  Five, six hours?"

"Or we could do this another time.  It’s not exactly urgent."

Tony takes the box, presenting his best offended look.  ”Why are you always underestimating me?”

Clint figures that for a rhetorical question and goes back to his cleaning.


When Phil comes in that night, late and looking like he’s been through the ringer, he smiles a little and says, “Smells like fresh pine river rainstorm in here.”

Clint laughs.  ”Yeah, yeah.”

Phil takes off his jacket and walks further into their quarters, his gaze falling on the coffee table.  He raises an eyebrow.  ”Was my choice of resting place offending you?”

Clint ducks his head, flipping the box open.  Almost immediately, the out-of-sync ticking fills the silence between them.  Clint mumbles, “Just thought you’d like that better.  I, uh.  I didn’t like them quiet.”

Phil closes the box, his hand over Clint’s.  ”You make everything better.”

"Sap," Clint says, but he sounds happy about it.

"Yup," Phil owns up, and uses his grip on Clint’s hand to pull him toward their bedroom.



i’m sure Gadget and Tony would be best friends :D 

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Could you pleaseeee draw steve parading around with an American flag on July 4th :)



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kehinki but what about his new ones



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C/C, marriage proposal that doesn’t go quite as planned. :)

C/C marriage proposal under the cut.

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C/C broken


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"I’m just tired of looking at the same old skyline," Clint said, spreading his still bandaged wings. Not nearly as bandaged as before, but there was still white webs that stood against the black of Clint’s wings.  He still wasn’t up to flying, but the bruises had faded and his ribs were doing far better. 

"I don’t think its a good idea," Phil said.  They were safer here.  Clint had the top floor and Phil took the basement to sleep in.  The ground floor was now filled with Natasha’s web.

Clint sighed, wrapping one of his wings around him and grabbing the misting bottle to start spraying his wings. 

"Didn’t you just clean your wings?" Phil asked, because he swore Clint had and Phil was getting kind of worried about how often Clint was preening as Natasha called it.

Clint went very still behind his wing.  When he did speak, it was a low.  ”Well what else am I supposed to do, Phil?”

"Read?" Phil suggested, holding up a book.

"I’m tired of reading, I want to go out," Clint said, folding his wings around his back, before he stood and walked out of the room.

Phil sighed, staring after him.  He became aware of a slight shift in the room that he was learning to recognize as Natasha arriving.  ”What do you think we should do?”

"Probably we should let him go out, let his other friends see that he lives," Natasha said.  "I do not think they believe me."

"I thought you were his friend," Phil said.

"I am one of many, you’ve fallen for a…" Natasha’s head snapped in one direction, eyes widen.  Her face full of indignation and fury.  She scurried, losing the shape of human and becoming part spider.  Phil had seen it before, when Natasha needed to reapply bandages. This Natasha was on the warpath and if Natasha felt threatened, well, Phil wasn’t going to let her face any danger by herself.  Phil followed after her, leaping the rail, grateful that he’d gotten Natasha to leave her webs away from the inner circular staircase.  Phil had no way of knowing which way Natasha had gone, he headed for the nearest exits and planned to do a lab around the building.  

He didn’t have too go far, around one corner. He saw the man that looked far too calm in the face of Natasha’s rage and it took Phil a while to realize that she was angry about the destruction of her web.  Well, Phil could understand that. It had taken Natasha a while to decorate her floor to her liking.

"Are you done now," the man said when Natasha had paused for breathe.  "I’m here to see Clint."

"You could have asked."

"I could have, I chose not too," the man said.

"I should destroy you," Natasha said.

"Go ahead and try," the man replied.  "You’d be playing with fire, and your kind doesn’t like fire."

"I don’t mind fire," Phil moving to stand next to Natasha, because he heard the threat.

The man stared at Phil.  ”Ah, you’ve aligned yourself with a vampire.” The man sniffed.  ”One of Fury’s lot, if I’m not mistaken. Well, even vampires have their weaknesses.”

"And if you hurt him, you’ll go to war with Fury," Natasha replied.

"Dance magic, dance. Dance magic, dance,” suddenly came from the direction of the man.

The man blinked.  ”Excuse me.”  He pulled out a phone.  ”Bruce! What’d you and Goliath find?… Excellent.”

"Bruce?" Phil mouthed to Natasha.

"Trickster!" Natasha growled, brushing past Phil to go back inside.

The man laughed, “Best watch out, the spider is angry.  I’ll be up in a few.”

"Who the hell are you?" Phil growled.

"You can call me Tony and I’ll be happy to speak to you further," Tony said, rolling his shoulders as giant leathery wings sprouted out from his back.  They pumped a few times, lifting the man into the air.  Phil turned, running inside, and back up the stairs to find that Clint’s space had been invaded by others.

Natasha was at the top of the steps glaring at them all, but Clint seemed happy as he moved about the kitchen, trying to play host, while a blond man was trying to guide him back to sit and a dark haired man was trying to get a closer look at Clint’s wings.

"Who the hell are these people?" Phil asked.

"Clint’s friends," Natasha said, watching them all. She indicated the two trailing after Clint. "Steve the Selkie, Bruce the Minotaur."  

"How’d they get up here?" Phil asked.

"The gargoyle Thor," Natasha said, pointing to an even larger blond that was standing next to Tony.  The room felt smaller than it had before, Phil wondered if it was because it was fuller or if it was just Tony, there was something unnerving about the man.

"Well, we were thinking of inviting them," Phil pointed out.

"I wouldn’t have invited Tony," Natasha said, shuddering softly. Phil blinked as he realized just how clear his run to the stairs had been almost as if someone had sent a fireball through it. So Tony was a creature of fire, well, Phil was unafraid of him and all the others that had invaded Clint’s aerie. 


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Because Disco Avengers were clearly a thing the world needed.

//you forgot one;


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Iron Man 3 - Christmas

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Clint gets it.

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Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 1,925
Relationships: Clint Barton/Phil Coulson, James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner/Tony Stark
Characters: Tony Stark, James “Bucky” Barnes, Steve Rogers, Clint Barton, Phil Coulson, Bruce Banner, Dot Barnes

Summary: Dot Barnes, age 6, is the rainbow. From the top of her hair-banded head to the tips of her sneakered toes, every inch of her is covered with rainbow clothes and jewelry. None of it matches. It’s got to be driving Steve insane.

Set in the_wordbutler’s Motion Practice Universe, which she was kind enough to let me play around in. Originally written to celebrate Ms. Word-Butler finishing her bar exam.

Back in August, while I was visiting my family in Chicago, HAP sent me an e-mail about the fact that she’d created this wonderful piece of perfect brilliance. I laughed and squealed and flapped and seal-clapped so long and hard that I was glad to be home alone—but then I told my parents about it as soon as they walked in the door, so.

This is MPU-canon compliant (seriously, it even works despite future spoilers, because HAP is a genius), and it is beautiful, and they are all perfect.


Please read this. Because HAP deserves the whole damn world reading this.

Okay 1) this fic is adorable and awesome and everyone should read it. Even if you’re not reading the MPU. However, it would be more awesome and make more sense in context if you read the MPU stories before hand. Also they’re awesome like this fic.

2) I really want to draw Dot, age 6, all Pride’d out with Emily, also age 6. Only Emily’s not much of a walking rainbow since she only really owns one shirt that’s just REALLY filled with different colors and has the rainbow friendship bracelets that she made for herself, her daddies, Dot and her daddies, and other people too.

 This is mostly because I want to draw adorable six year olds celebrating their families and the rule of cute.

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HALLOWEEN! Avengers+Coulson+Hill+LOKI AND FURY


HALLOWEEN! Avengers+Coulson+Hill+LOKI AND FURY

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