The Avengers - Saving the Day
Title: Saving the Day
Author: clair-de-lune
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: John Steed, Mrs. Peel
Category: Gen
Rating: G
Word Count: ~ 220
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Steed is desperate, Emma is providential.
Author’s Note: Written for rosie-spleen’s Bleeding Cuticles Challenge. No beta. Let’s say this is another kind of ménage à trois than the ones that I’ve been writing recently. This one is a real, canonical OT3.
Diabolical masterminds, cunning spies and brash criminals, vintage cars breaking down and forcing him to ride in Mrs. Peel’s pretence of a car, allegedly indestructible bowler hat viciously crushed, bullets flying and swords battering, cybernauts and man-eater green plants... John Steed could take all this with a stroll and not even break a sweat.
The spectacle he currently had under his eyes, though, the empty spot where there should have been something was more than even he could absorb. He lost his composure: his eyebrows rose, his lips twitched, his fingers rapped on the table.
There were light, unmistakable footsteps behind him, followed with a pop, a splash, a fizz, a subtle aroma tickling his nose.
Mrs. Peel breezed past him, filled the empty glasses that were waiting on the table, and unceremoniously dropped the bottle of Champagne in the bucket. Bucket that looked a lot shinier when cradling some Bollinger.
Steed breathed out in relief and took the glass she was handing him.
“My hero! Saving the day.” He bowed to her, acknowledging her immense merits: she had taken down the boorish who’d crushed his hat after all - and blew up a tank, but that was quite secondary - and now, the Champagne...
“Saving the day twice a day today,” she replied with a short nod.
Their glasses clinked together.
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Author: clair-de-lune
Fandom: The Avengers
Characters: John Steed, Mrs. Peel
Category: Gen
Rating: G
Word Count: ~ 220
Disclaimer: Not mine. Just borrowing them for a while.
Summary: Steed is desperate, Emma is providential.
Author’s Note: Written for rosie-spleen’s Bleeding Cuticles Challenge. No beta. Let’s say this is another kind of ménage à trois than the ones that I’ve been writing recently. This one is a real, canonical OT3.
Diabolical masterminds, cunning spies and brash criminals, vintage cars breaking down and forcing him to ride in Mrs. Peel’s pretence of a car, allegedly indestructible bowler hat viciously crushed, bullets flying and swords battering, cybernauts and man-eater green plants... John Steed could take all this with a stroll and not even break a sweat.
The spectacle he currently had under his eyes, though, the empty spot where there should have been something was more than even he could absorb. He lost his composure: his eyebrows rose, his lips twitched, his fingers rapped on the table.
There were light, unmistakable footsteps behind him, followed with a pop, a splash, a fizz, a subtle aroma tickling his nose.
Mrs. Peel breezed past him, filled the empty glasses that were waiting on the table, and unceremoniously dropped the bottle of Champagne in the bucket. Bucket that looked a lot shinier when cradling some Bollinger.
Steed breathed out in relief and took the glass she was handing him.
“My hero! Saving the day.” He bowed to her, acknowledging her immense merits: she had taken down the boorish who’d crushed his hat after all - and blew up a tank, but that was quite secondary - and now, the Champagne...
“Saving the day twice a day today,” she replied with a short nod.
Their glasses clinked together.
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