talkingtomyselfagain:

karategirl80:

talkingtomyselfagain:

*leans in*

Hi! *waves*

So, fun fact. I got yanked into MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe, for the uninitiated) and have begun a fic pre-Ultron.

I absolutely blame @thequeervet, whose entire fic collection you should devour IMMEDIATELY, and @whinywingedwinchester, who has done nothing to delay my sauntering straight into the arms of Tony Stark and company.

To those following Cadbury (bless all of you), no worries, still working on that regularly. We’ll get to see Sam next chapter from Samandriel’s POV. And to those following Hold You Close, I actually have the final chapter of the fic written, and I’m halfway through the current chapter, so – soon. (It’s a long chapter.)

But for those of you who are Avengers fans (and because I don’t think I’ve said anything outside of chapter updates or reblogs in a while), TADA! I have succumbed.

Presently on chapter three of what is apparently not going to be the small fic I had planned. *HYSTERICAL LAUGHTER* There are no small fics! So………

Who’s your favorite Avenger?

They met in the air ducts, because of course they did. Clint thought he was loosing it when he saw the tip of a fox tail slip around the corner of one of the vent junctions. He knew he aught to be concerned about someone (thing?) other than him skulking thru the air ducts, but he was intrigued for the moment, and swiftly turned down the duct where he’d seen the fox tail disappear.

When he finally caught up to the mysterious intruder, he was even more confused. The fox tail was attached to a person–along with matching fox ears and a to-go cup of coffee with a peculiar shaped bean illustration. He was dressed in guard attire, but for all Clint knew, that was to help him blend in once he arrived at his destination within the Tower. The fox (?) smirked at him and twitched his ears.

“I know you want to touch them,” he dared.

“Is the bean on your cup giving me the finger?” Clint blurts out. What the fuck? Of all the much more important things he needs to ask, that’s what come out of his mouth? What is wrong with him?

The fox (?) just nods at him, like this is all perfectly reasonable. “Yep. It’s a Feckin’ Bean. Best coffee in this dimension. And quite a few others, actually…” The fox trails off, and flicks his ears towards Clint suggestively. “Name’s Rey. And this itch ain’t gonna scratch itself,” he grumbles, pointing at the still twitching ear.

Bless you, @karategirl80. I’ll credit you if this shows up in fic. ❤ But consider it canon.

@talkingtomyselfagain *squuuuuueeeeeeeeee*