Warnings: cuteness, fluffy, jealousy over Steve not being your boyfriend?
Summary: You and Steve have been together for six years, happily living life in your Brooklyn apartment. On the night of your six-year anniversary, you come home to find a folded note on the table with your name written in Steve’s scripted handwriting. Inside? Instructions to your own personal treasure hunt to find your surprise - and Steve - at the end, and you have 20 minutes to start! The game is on…
A/N: So this is part of @bionic-buckyb‘s 5K writing challenge and I got so excited over the prompt and the ideas that came to mind that I HAD to start writing ASAP. I hope you enjoy following the game as much as I enjoyed writing it Prompt: “I’ve been trying to get ready for like, a half hour, because I know you’re going to look damn good and I don’t want to look like a potato.”
Also - I’m Australian but I tried to use the American Medical School/Training program regime in place of the one we have because it seems to be the one that is most recognized by people regardless of where they’re from. At least to me. I’M SORRY IF IT’S WRONG!
** = flashback scene
It had been a long day at the hospital today, the traumas just seemed to be non-stop, so you were very excited to get home and crawl into Steve’s arms. If he was home. With you an ER doctor, and he a medical resident, you had chaotic jobs and even more chaotic hours, but you made it work and he was often home before you.
Although lately he’d been a bit more checked out than usual, his head all over the place as he was getting further through his residency. His dream was to become an ER/Trauma doctor, like you, but go on to enlist in the Army and work as an Army Doctor, helping those on the front lines. It helped him immensely that he worked as an EMT first.
As you opened the door to your shared brooklyn apartment, you were met with darkness and silence, so you turned on the light and made your way through to the bedroom. You shot off a quick text to Steve to let him know you were home, put yourself through a quick shower, and changed into some shorts and one of Steve’s shirts, before you walked back out into the main room to start making dinner. As you walked passed the dining table, you noticed a slip of white paper with your name in familiar scripted handwriting on the front. You couldn’t help the smile that crept across your face, the warmth that blossomed in your chest.
summary: From time to time, we all need a break and Clint has the misfortune to be caught in the middle of it
length: 1 642 words
a/n: first fic after my break! let’s see if I didn’t lose my touch! this fic is more from Clint’s point of view than Stony, but I kinda can’t help scarring him over and over again. that’s how I show love! (still hoping that Clint and Tony can work it out after CA:CW) (also this is the first fic that mentions Friday instead of JARVIS and the Avengers compound instead of the Tower, don’t know if I will make a habit out of it)
Now you see me, now you don’t
“Out of the way! Out of the waaaay!!”
Some agents jumped away, some were less lucky and tripped in sheer panic, hearing the screaming. Clint Barton, battle code Hawkeye, was running down the corridor, zigzagging between the crowd, clearly in a hurry. Some agents looked after the running archer, their face widening in fear.
If one of the Avengers was in such rush, it couldn’t mean anything good. Some disaster was about to happen. And disaster in the world usually meant a lot of paperwork for them. Why disasters had to happen so often?
Plot: Newt snaps at you and feels bad about it, but finds out that you tripped and hit your head off a tree and knocked yourself unconscious by mistake (because you’re probs clumsy af.) He then admits his feelings towards you.