I want to write a fic where The Avengers are chilling one night, everyone but Tony. And Pepper calls Bruce and she's all "I know it's a lot to ask, but would you check on Tony? He says he has a conference but I know he's lying and I think he isn't handling the break up as well as he says and -"
And Bruce is all "Wait, you guys broke up?"
And Pepper's like "A month ago."
So the Avengers are all, well, let's go make sure Tony's not drinking himself to death and they track him down in Vegas where he has a checklist of things he is going to do now that he's over Pepper. And they're like... that actually sounds kind of healthy? Okay. And then they see the list, but they're already committed.
The list includes:
-Getting super wasted (Natasha waters down all Tony's drinks. He knows she's doing it but he CAN'T CATCH HER and the bartender thinks she's hot and won't rat her out.
-Going to a strip club
-Buying a strip club (this one is penciled in on the margins)
-Blowing Phil's annual salary at the gaming tables (Phil compromises with Tony that they'll just blow Clint's annual salary and Clint spends the rest of the hour pouting)
-HOOKERS (this one is crossed out in four or five different colors of ink, but Tony actually ends up sneaking away and hiring a hooker named Bella who wants to be a ballerina and she and Natasha disappear for a while which makes Steve's head hurt a little)
-Drunk marrying a celebrity (Steve takes the hit on this one for reasons even he doesn't understand, but hey it's not like it's LEGAL and no one's taking it seriously, right? but when Tony sobers up the next morning they find out that someone leaked cell phone footage of them getting married and there are people throwing parties in the streets all over the country and there are all these Senators and politicians and judges being all "uh - yeah, right if Captain America says so I am ALL FOR IT SURE" And Tony's like oh my god we can't get divorced NOW
And Steve's all "We absolutely can't"
So Clint throws them a wedding party and Pepper is all "I am never asking any of you for a favor EVER AGAIN YOU ARE TERRIBLE" and Tony calls her his little strawberry and she hits him with her purse but they're good.)
There will be a scene where Drunk!Tony and mostlydrink!Clint scale something wildly inappropriate and throw gummy bears at passers-by. They may carry Bruce up with them and leave him there.
Dude, Fili from The Hobbit is Young Iolaus.
How did I not know this sooner?!
GIVE ME ALL YOUR ADDRESSES OR ELSE.
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The weekend was not long enough. I'm not feeling all this "work" nonsense. Tomorrow is coming way too fast.
I did get my assignment for the Cap_Ironman fanfic exchange and I'm super excited. One of the prompts was perfect. The story basically wrote itself in my mind as soon as I read it. This is a good thing as last year's fic (which I still like a lot) was rewritten four or five times until I literally ended up writing 9000+ words in one sitting the night AFTER it was due and then frantically editing once it was posted. I still like the dialogue from that fic, I think I did a good job with Tony's voice. One day I will finish the sequel, as the part I finally ended up posting as a completed fic was only meant to be the first chapter.
And speaking of writing, I got another three or four pages done on the next chapter of Newsprint. Technically I could post it now, but I want to let it sit for a day or two, then reread it to make sure anything I typed actually makes sense.
The one thing I did accomplish this weekend was that I took the rest of those silver coins to the dealer and have a big fat check to deposit tomorrow morning. I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself when I pay this debt off, but I suspect it will involve me feeling vaguely giddy and dancing quietly in my seat. Alcohol may be involved.
Also, I have a heavy urge to watch Due South. I don't know where that's coming from, it's been years.
I have THREE news sites up and constantly refreshing (CNN, Huffington Post and Time.com) and haven’t moved from this spot in HOURS. Meanwhile my roommate is upstairs reading fanfic. I went up a minute ago to tell her that they were calling Obama to win and she was all “Really? That’s nice.”
Bitch either has nerves of steel or is really high right now. Not sure which.