The minigolfing with Steve and Clint was the best! Could you write more of them interacting as father and son, seriously, I can't get enough of it!
Clint, Steve discovered, had never really had dogs so much as he
adopted strays for as long as he could hide them or until the animal decided to
part ways. (We’re more like buddies, Clint
said, I feel kinda weird thinking it was owning. They just sort of wandered
into my life for a while, you know?)
Steve had never had a dog at all. Even if he hadn’t been
allergic, he could never have afforded one. (Since he woke up in the
twenty-first century, he had made more pathetic excuses than he could count in
order to pet as many dogs as he could.)
So when he saw the flyer, he sent a photo of it to Clint with
the caption “Your free Saturday isn’t free anymore. Sincerely, Dad”
Clint had shot back a “You strike me as more of a ‘Pops’,
Pops.” But showed up bright and early Saturday morning to the ASPCA event
They looked at all kinds of dogs. (Steve was pretty sure that
Clint was right, there was enough room in the Tower for all of them, but he was
also sure Tony -and more importantly, Pepper- would evict the two of them).
Clint wasn’t sure if he liked the Boston Terrier or the Jack
Russell more. Steve really liked the Golden Doodle, but was a sucker for the
Pitbull with the big brown eyes.
Their indecision didn’t matter, though, when they came upon the
Labradors. Six years old, brothers. Separating them wasn’t an option. (It was
hard to find them a home that wanted one
adult dog, never mind two).
Pops, he signed. I think
we found our dogs.
Smartass., Steve replied. I think
we did, too.
They took the long way back to the Tower, stopping to pick up
dog beds, dishes, collars, leashes and a bag-full of toys. (Puck liked the grunting hedgehog the
best. Moth carried his blue-and-green
polka dot pig all the way home).
Imagine Obi-Wan Trying To Teach Your Padawan Class A Lesson And He’s Proud Of Your Matching Sass Levels
“The reception was a bit fuzzy, but it was received,” you remarked, and you perfectly repeated the lightsaber form he had demonstrated.
“You’re a fast learner,” he said.
“Well, I’m also young and inexperienced, like you said. I must be the perfect example of a brash, young padawan who may or may not have gone on to train the great Chosen One. Who would expect me to have nay talent?”
To your surprise, the Jedi Master chuckled.
“Is she spoken for as a padawan, Master Yoda?”
“Not, she is,” Yoda said, “Almost as sharp as you, she has become.”
“I’ll gladly teach her,” Obi-Wan offered, “if she’ll have me.”
“We’ll see how the galaxy handles two of you running around, Master Kenobi,” you smirked, standing proudly beside your best friend, Ahsoka. Someday, you would be just as great as your master.
5. “You can sit on my lap, if you want.” - Jacob Frye
A/N: I laughed writing the beginning of this one, not gonna lie. Hope the requester doesn’t mind that it’s modern day! Also… I meant for this to be a drabble BUT. Get me started on a modern assassin thing and throw Jacob into it… Anyway. This is a slightly crazy plot but once the ball got rolling with this one… It didn’t stop until it hit a wall. ON WITH THE STORY.
"friends dont sass each other.... they sass other people. together" ... Also, Peggy & Natasha are both spies (great acting skills especially Natasha with that poker face like nobody's bussiness) Angie IS an actress. Imagine them undercover. OH MY GOD why did I do this to myself? Now I NEED THIS. why brain why??
All three of them undercover oh my god.
Natasha as one of her many personas, Peggy as Ruth and Angie as a very badass character, like really self-confident and powerful and Peggy is all distracted by that. Natasha is here like “goddammit Carter get your shit together” when Peggy trips on her own feet by looking at Angie pulling her character perfectly further in the room