beefy Bucky walking around the house shirtless, barefoot, jeans unbuttoned and only partially zipped, with his hair pulled back, talking to the cat on the kitchen counter…. yeah, just imagine that.
Hello! For the fundraiser: Steve Cap with an unusual rescue animal, and teammate reaction(s). ^_^ Thanks!
(I have wanted to write this…forever)
Steve, perhaps wisely, refused to let go of her. Natasha might have tried to confiscate her; also, she might have made a break for freedom.
“Steve,” Clint said, rubbing his forehead. “Where did you find the honey badger?”
“She found me,” Steve insisted, as the large mass of seething hatred squirmed around to lick his chin. “When we were escaping Stilt Man’s collapsing lair.”
“Never trust the structural integrity of anything built by a guy on stilts,” Tony told Rhodey, who nodded knowingly.
“I think he was keeping her as a pet,” Steve said. He offered her a bite of his hamburger. She looked at him, looked at the bite, then reached around him and swiped the rest of the burger off his plate. “Look how SMART she is! Can I keep her?”
“Say no,” Bruce told Tony.
“You’re responsible for cleaning up after her,” Tony said to Steve, who nodded frantically. Under his arm, Liberty the Honey Badger Avenger made a purring noise and began dismantling an empty Pepsi can with her claws.
Stop messing round with that fire,
Living like love is just a gun for hire,
Cos one moment its just messing round,
To your wiki saying she’s your spouse,
Oh but its not just girls,
Cos yeah one moment I was tearing off her blouse,
Now she says she’s living in my house,
Babe I know you said you’d never smoke pot,
Its just; that burned Like your first splif,
Now we just hanging around in the dark, you’re pale as a ghost.
Stop messing round now, cos am too stoned,
You’re know I can’t save you cos in this game am too gone,
She’s only seventeen, and thinks at sixteen am all there is,
But a degenerate kind, baby am definitely not what you need,
She wants to dance with devil, Mr brownstone is just grave,
Oh Y’know the drugs will drown her out, just too young,
Can’t believe this is my life, smoking and fucking in the back,
I was going to talk about how I was bummed that Penguin didn’t make a Centennial edition of the Winter of Our Discontent so that I could have a copy that matched my others, but Cheddar thinks that a Steinbeck is a Steinbeck and should be loved (or at least laid on) anyway.