“Stark finds new ways to make our lives a living hell every day.”
Thor laughed. “I think it has little enough to do with our presence,” he pointed out, his eyes twinkling. “And more to do with his own lack of foresight.”
Natasha crossed her arms as she considered the mechanical mob of robot vacuum cleaners that were swarming all over the floor. “More brains than sense,” she agreed. “Where did these all COME from?”
“I apologize,” Jarvis said, bringing both Natasha and Thor’s heads up. The Roombas seemed to pause for a moment before returning to bouncing off one another, the walls, the furniture, and everything else in sight like Jarvis was playing air hockey with them. Natasha doubted the AI would bother, but it was an amusing thought. “They have… Finished cleaning the workshop, it would appear.”
“And have moved on to other battlegrounds?” Thor asked.
“The are difficult to corral effectively. My apologies.”
Natasha’s eyebrows arched. “That is a lot of Roomba for the workshop,” she said.
“Sir sometimes underestimates the impact of his experiments on his living space,” Jarvis said, his voice droll.
“Often. Often underestimates,” Natasha corrected.
“Why is this in the laundry?”
Clint glanced over. “Because it’s dirty?” He sensed there was more to the question than he was getting, but he often felt that way. He dumped the last of the towels out.
Phil gave him a look. “It passed dirty about two years ago,” he said. He held up the t-shirt, his mouth a thin line. “Clint. This thing has holes.”
“Pretty sure that’s normal.”
“A shirt should have four holes. One for your head, one for your waist, and two for your arms,” Phil deadpanned. “Any more than that, and you’ve entered a real fashion faux pas territory.”
Clint considered the faded blue shirt with its peeling logo advertising a bar-b-que joint that was probably still in business. Probably. Who cared, it had a funky weird picture of a dancing pig with a chef’s hat on the front, and that made up for a lot. Okay, so it was a little battered. But so was he, and screw it, it was his damn t-shirt. “Still good,” he said, reaching for it. “I’ll just wear it around the apartment.”
“Great, that means I’m the only one who gets to see it.” Phil held it out of reach without much difficulty, one hand on Clint’s breastbone, keeping him easily at bay. “Clint, it’s a dust rag with sleeves.”
“Give me my shirt.”
We're making an Ant Man movie, and we want Hank in there because he's the original Ant Man, but we don't want to touch the issue of him abusing Jan with a ten foot pole.
We could just not mention it, show them having a tumultuous but ultimately loving partnership being superheroes together. After all, the MCU doesn't follow any particular canon by the book.
No wait, better idea: let's have him kill her in the lab accident where he gets his powers.
Imagine if you will if they had announced that…Steve Rogers or Bruce Banner was being killed off in their first appearance in someone else’s movie. Just imagine that reaction for a moment.
U KNOW WHAT IM WAITING FOR
IM WAITING FOR A MARAUDERS FIC WITH THE GRYFFINDORS IN DADA LEARNING ABOUT THE PATRONUS CHARM AND JAMES CASTS HIS AND OFC ITS A STAG AND LILY ROLLS HER EYES LIKE PLS POTTER A STAG JUST U WAIT MINE WILL BE A MAJESTICAL CREATURE AND SHE CASTS HERS AND ITS A DOE AND THEY’RE JUST LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE WAIT WHAT???????
AND SIRIUS IS JUST GRINNING LIKE FUCKING FINALLY MY TWO LOVE BIRDS U SEE WHAT I SEE
Who is Jay Gatsby’s favorite superhero?
And his least favorite?