Supernatural, Anna/Ruby, Ruby's used to being the trouble walking through the door, arms herself for it with cigarettes and jackets and tells herself she's ready for anything. She's not ready for a stubborn gunslinging woman who by all rights should have had the spark beat out of her by now but somehow hasn't.
gravity don't mean too much to me, the avengers, clint/natasha, pg-13, warnings for cigarette use, guns
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Somewhere in the world right now, the Venetian blinds are dappling his coat; somewhere in the world right now, she slinks into his office, dress like a snakeskin and legs all the way up to here; somewhere in the world right now, he blows a long hiss of smoke into the air, grinds his cigarette into a black spot on his desk, snaps and snarks in an accent that's not even his own
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Wow, that was fast! AND AWESOME. Thank you so much!
I love all of this, it's still recognisably them, but perfectly adapted for this setting. And the ending is wonderfully ambiguous and very well written.
Somewhere else, Natasha presses one stiletto to the accelerator, and Clint lets the sudden speed snatch his fedora into the spiraling, dusty winds.
This is my favourite line, it says a lot with so few words and I can picture it so clearly.
Sure, it wasn’t the kind of work he’d spent most of his childhood training for, but a job was a job and Clint could do worse than work at Shield, New York City’s foremost speakeasy, for Nick Fury, the man who ran half of New York without lifting a finger.
(eta) ahaha I think ivy and I were working at the same time.
Avengers/Iron Man 2, Natasha Romanoff, 'Have you ever noticed how red cars look like they're going fast even if they're just sitting still? She was like that. She was dangerous.'
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Somewhere in the world right now, the Venetian blinds are dappling his coat; somewhere in the world right now, she slinks into his office, dress like a snakeskin and legs all the way up to here; somewhere in the world right now, he blows a long hiss of smoke into the air, grinds his cigarette into a black spot on his desk, snaps and snarks in an accent that's not even his own ( ... )
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I love all of this, it's still recognisably them, but perfectly adapted for this setting. And the ending is wonderfully ambiguous and very well written.
Somewhere else, Natasha presses one stiletto to the accelerator, and Clint lets the sudden speed snatch his fedora into the spiraling, dusty winds.
This is my favourite line, it says a lot with so few words and I can picture it so clearly.
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the warmer the heart, the colder the fall
pg. 1500~. warnings for Loki being a creep? (here on AO3)
Sure, it wasn’t the kind of work he’d spent most of his childhood training for, but a job was a job and Clint could do worse than work at Shield, New York City’s foremost speakeasy, for Nick Fury, the man who ran half of New York without lifting a finger.
(eta) ahaha I think ivy and I were working at the same time.
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