Prompt Bingo, player me
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harcourt| Hostile climate | Fuck or die | Corporal punishment | Crossover/ Fusion | Exposure |
| Zombie apocalypse | Wing!fic | Prison AU | Different historical period | Vampires |
| Fantasy creature | Oral sex | WILD CARD | Trapped | Isolation |
| Friends with benefits | Torture | Tentacles | A/B/O | Illness |
| Bondage | Gunshot wound | Organised crime | On the run (2) |
D/s |
I'm still plugging away at longfic bingo, even though the comm seems dead, but you guys, longfic takes so long. But I like their prompt list, and I like kinkmeme style prompts, so I made myself a bingo card, and if anyone is up for this game:
You prompt/request according to a bingo box, I write a prompt fic style fic. I'll x-post to tumblr, but anon is on here. Wild card is free-for-prompter, go nuts.
Filled:
A/B/O:
Clint/Logan, On the Run
D/s:
Bucky/Clint
Fantasy Creature:
Bucky & Clint
Fuck or Die:
Clint/Tony
Gunshot Wound:
Clint & Steve
On the Run:
Clint/Tony
Clint/Logan, A/B/O
Torture:
Clint/Steve
Vampires:
Clint/Steve
Wing!fic:
Bruce & Clint
tumblr anonny here!
Date: 2017-02-19 01:35 pm (UTC)Re: tumblr anonny here! - On The Run, Clint/Tony
Date: 2017-02-19 07:04 pm (UTC)"That would be a good guess. Considering I am the world's handsomest hobo. Not a lot of places to stick an Iron Man suit when you've got a duffle bag and a shopping cart."
Clint snorts, and doesn't comment on Tony's dramatic retelling of what had really been more of a series of simple, but not awful safehouses. Mostly small apartments rented under a pseudonym and three layers of cover identity. It's not like he'd learned nothing, hanging around with Natasha. Hanging around with Clint was a bit different. Clint seemed to prefer the evasion tactic of going to ground and possibly actually living like a hobo. He's got a dusty coat and canvas backpack, in battered Army green, and his boots look like they could use a good burning and replacing. He looks tired.
"I was hoping you'd have--"
Whatever Clint's saying disappears into the sound of water as he gets the shower going. Tony yells, "What?" but the repetition isn't any clearer, so Tony flops down across the saggy motel bed, legs bent and with his feet still on the floor, and lets Clint talk to himself until he realizes he's not getting a response.
"Tony?"
"Sorry. I don't speak monologue. Tell me this isn't a sign you've turned to the dark side, because I promised Steve I'd shoot anyone suspicious and ask questions later."
The water cuts out. "You saw Cap?" Clint calls, without getting out of the tub, probably still covered in soap and shampoo, but coming to sharp attention.
"We can trade notes when you're done," Tony returns, not wanting to yell back and forth, both out of exhaustion and because he's gotten in the habit of keeping a low profile. Amicable shouting in the thin walled motel might not be the most suspicious thing, but better to not draw any attention they can avoid.
"Where did you see Cap?" Clint insists, water back on, scrubbing off fast before he's back in the bedroom, towel around his hips and hair dripping into his face and down his neck. "Tony?"
"New York. We got a pizza. It was a nice date."
Clint gives him an unamused look and crosses his arms. There's a new scar cutting across his chest, from shoulder to sternum like someone's tried to slash him open.
"Holy shit, Barton."
Clint follows his gaze, then shrugs.
"Please tell me someone took care of that for you."
"Oh sure," Clint says. "I just walked into a place and handed over my Avengers club card, and they said--"
Tony huffs and drops his head back to the mattress, eyes fixing on a water stain on the ceiling. "How the mighty have fallen?"
"I used a burner identity," Clint says, an apologetic tone in his voice, like he hadn't expected Tony to worry, when Tony had spent the last several months close to writing him off as dead. "Then I went out the back way as soon as I was stitched up and had some drugs and before they could bill me. I did kind of wander around stoned out of my head for about half a day, though."
"Oh, you did not. And stop dripping on the carpet before they charge us for that."
Clint laughs, a dark sound, and repeats, "How the mighty have fallen," back at him, as he walks away again.
"Sorry I can't put us up in a nicer place. I know I got you accustomed to a lifestyle and all that."
Clint makes a noncommittal sound from back inside the bathroom, then comes back in a t-shirt and boxers. "You're still buying me dinner though, right?"
"Ah, the more things change."
"Or we can split the instant oatmeal packets I have in my bag. I'm not picky."
"Okay, fine. Dinner's on me. Finding weapons will be your job."
Clint drops onto the bed, bouncing Tony, then drags his bag up to rummage through it, looking for clean clothes and tossing socks and rumpled t-shirts onto the bed cover until he gets to a pair of jeans that he pulls out, then leaves draped over his lap while he packs everything back into his bag. A precaution in case they have to run, done unthinkingly. An automatic thing now.
Re: tumblr anonny here! - On The Run, Clint/Tony
Date: 2017-02-19 07:04 pm (UTC)"Mad. You know Rogers versus the big unfair world. I think he was looking for someone to punch."
"I'd join him," Clint says, and Tony picks his head up again as something clicks, to find Clint holding a gun out to him, grip first.
"Aw. For me?"
"What happened to Rhodes?"
"I don't know, Clint."
That makes Clint go still and silent. Then he checks the clip one more time to cover, before offering Tony the gun again, and waits for him to take it before he says, "Shit. Sorry, man. You think they got him?"
"I think you're writing him off pretty quick." It comes out light. Tony's practiced saying it and thinking it, and banishing his worry, but Clint's expression doesn't change as he gets to his feet to drag his pants on. They look a bit loose. Either Clint's lost weight on the lam, or a flattering wardrobe hasn't been high on his list of necessities.
"I'll find him," Tony says, at the ceiling again. "I found you."
Clint scoffs. "I think I found you."
"Agree to disagree."
"Can we contact Cap?" Clint asks, letting the subject of Rhodey drop. "Do you know where he is now?"
"You want to assemble? That's cute, Barton. Have you even heard from Fury lately?"
He's pretty sure that will shut Clint up, but Clint says, "Yes," and doesn't even sound like he's winning an argument. He just sounds solemn and grim in a way that Tony wishes he wasn't hearing from Clint. Not even any temper in it.
"Well, shit. How is the old cyclops?"
A shrug. Not good, that means. Or it means, fine but not in a position to help. Or it could mean anything. Tony waits for Clint to elaborate, but he doesn't. Just stands there silently with shadows in his eyes, waiting for Tony to read something in his expression.
"Who's dead?" he asks eventually, because that's the only reason he can come up with for Clint to look like that. "It's can't be Nat--"
"She's fine, last I heard."
"Last you heard," Tony echoes, and smiles darkly, mostly because the idea of Clint and Natasha not being in contact seems outlandish. He also doesn't doubt that they really haven't been in communication. That other than touching in with Fury, Clint's been on his own. Maybe that's what the empty, hunted look is about.
"You need a burger, Clint. And maybe two extra helpings of fries. And a bowl of chili for desert."
Clint laughs. "Do I ever."
"And you've gotta do your laundry. Have some standards."
Clint laughs again, and drops his bag on top of Tony, then comes back to lie on his stomach, at Tony's side, his knees bent so that Tony can just see his bare feet if he tilts his head a little. "Then take me to a laundromat and loan me some change," he says, not quite mock seductive, but like he's trying to see if he's in the mood for making the joke.
"Sure," Tony tells him, without moving. "Don't worry about it, babe. I'm loaded."
They're quiet for a while, just enjoying the company and the familiarity, and then Clint takes a breath and starts, "Tony--"
"Shut it. If anyone is dead, I don't want to know until I have to."
"We're gonna win this," Clint says instead, not determined the way Steve had sounded, but just matter of fact. "Figure out how you can get or build a suit."
"You think I haven't been figuring?"
Clint pushes up, just enough so he can look down at Tony, face serious. "I know where Bruce is," he says. "I don't want to lead anyone to him, but if we get a good solid base--"
"Was this a Fury plan?"
Clint stops talking. Then he looks away and gets off the bed, to find his boots.
"It's a good plan," Tony tells him. "I like the thought through details of and then Hulk. Very solid."
"I know we said scattered targets," Clint says, referring to Steve's emergency they-can't-get-us-all tactics as he pulls a boot on, his shoulder against the wall for balance. "Well, we're scattered. And we don't know where anyone is, or how they're doing, and I'm pretty sick of living in my car. Hell, it's not even my car. I'm gonna get picked up for boosting before I get picked up for treason to the great state of Hydra."
"Can't you at least let me take you to dinner before you try to seduce me into your coup?"
Re: tumblr anonny here! - On The Run, Clint/Tony
Date: 2017-02-19 07:05 pm (UTC)"It's Fury's coup," he says, taking his bag from Tony, then offering a hand to pull him up. "I'm just an agent."
"Oh god, we're playing that again," Tony groans, but lets Clint get him on his feet and hustle him towards the door, grabbing Tony's bag on the way, in case their room gets compromised while they're gone. It’s kind of sad how fully Clint's adapted to being hunted, after all the trouble Tony had gone through to get him adapted to living in the tower and being spoiled. "If we survive this, no more hanging out with Fury."
Clint grins and throws his arm over Tony's shoulders. "First, we've got to figure out how to get a line to Thor," he says, "That's where you come in. After the suit."
"Dinner." Tony insists. "And then we think about how to find Natasha." Even though if Fury's in contact with Clint, he's probably also in contact with Natasha. Might be in contact with Steve. "That bastard's collecting us all over again, isn't he?"
"Assembling," Clint corrects, and kisses his cheek.