fic rec o’ the day

[marcicat]

Ordinary Workplace Hazards, Or SHIELD and OSHA Aren’t On Speaking Terms, by scifigrl47

I’m a big fan of reading things with no context whatsoever, but technically this fic is part of a series, part of which I have linked before.

Basically, Clint and Phil have possibly the most stable relationship in the Avengers. Clint and Tony? Hilarious bros 4ever.

Clint stared down at him. He was wearing what appeared to be a massive, lopsided and jewel-encrusted crown, holding a scepter and surrounded by a floating mass of Roombas. “Welcome to the sovereign nation of Bartonia,” he said, with a straight face. “My subjects, the Roombas, the drones and one random mechanical bird thing that I found, and I welcome you, and ask you what the fuck you think you’re doing here, you are seriously a fucking moron.”

Mirrored from The Marci Rating System.

Comments

[starandrea]

I LOVE THIS STORY SO MUCH, AND ALSO THIS ENTIRE SERIES, AND THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT BECAUSE THEY OBVIOUSLY ROCK FOR EVERY AWESOME DEFINITION OF THE WORD ::CHIN HANDS:: (LOVE, *ANDREA IN OHIO)

ETA: WHO APPARENTLY CAN NOT COMMENT ON YOUR JOURNAL WITHOUT LOGGING IN, FINE, BUT THIS IS STILL A WORK COMPUTER.)

[marcicat]

I CAN TELL IT IS A WORK COMPUTER BECAUSE YOU ARE USING IT FOR WORK! (OR WOULD THAT BE "WORK"?)

PS: I'm glad you had fun reading the series! Do you think that scene in the movie where Clint tries to shoot stuff on the bridge-thing of the helicarrier was a shoutout to his (apparently comics!canon) tendency to hang around in ducts, vents, ceilings, etc?