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life as a tree house by Kellifer (PG)
Fandom: THE AVENGERS (movieverse)
Pairing: Implied Only: Clint Barton (Hawkeye)/Phil Coulson, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (Captain America/Iron Man), Thor/Jane
Length: ~ 7284 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kellifer_fic
Author Website: AO3
Why this must be read: The thing I like best about this fic is the way kellifer just nails the voice of Tony Stark, which is not easy to do. It's got the trademark witty banter, but it's also got that kind of straight-forward amazed puzzlement at how the rest of the world operates, starting when Tony finds Clint basically living in a conference room at SHIELD because his movements are limited after the helicarrier attack. Tony really doesn't want to get involved, but he also can't leave it alone, so Clint ends up living at Stark Tower. Once you start collecting stray Avengers, well, pretty soon you've got a tower full.
If that's not enough to entice you, the story also has a pet Dalek named Eduardo, a tree house, Hulk slippers, the team in action, and all the joy that comes from Tony accidentally acquiring an extended (albeit strange) family.
"I don't need a toy," Clint says, scooching down lower on the couch that he's basically transferred his conference-room nest to. Tony had given Clint a room but he's pretty sure Clint has yet to move out of the living room. Tony can't really judge, he tends to spend days at a time in his workshop but even he is aware enough to know that this isn't healthy behavior.
"I don't make toys," Tony dismisses. His cell phone rings and he shoves the Dalek onto the couch next to Clint so he can juggle it out of his pocket. He steps away from Clint to talk to his third assistant, once removed or whatever she is and by the time he's able to pry her off the phone it's been fifteen minutes and Clint is holding the Dalek, watching the wheels spin madly and the arm flail. "Look, if you really don't-" Tony starts to say, makes to take it back and tries not to smile when Clint automatically pulls it into the protective curve if his own body.
"No, it's... I mean, it's fine. You can leave it here even though I have no interest in it," Clint says, hesitates and then sets it down on the floor, gives it a careless nudge with his foot, showing how much he doesn't care.
The Dalek nudges his boot in return. "Exterminate?"
"If you really don't want it, that's okay. I was going to strip it for parts," Tony says, makes again to reach down and grab it but Clint's faster, actually getting off the couch so he can snatch it up and cradle it in the crook of his arm.
"No, I, it's good. I'll use it as a doorstop... in my room," Clint says and darts up the stairs into the main part of the house and towards his room. Tony watches him go.
"Jarvis, am I not, indeed, the master?"
"Of all you survey, sir," JARVIS says dryly.
On AO3: life as a tree house
There's also a sequel and some additional related snippets: tree house series. It's also available as a podfic
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!
Pairing: Implied Only: Clint Barton (Hawkeye)/Phil Coulson, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark (Captain America/Iron Man), Thor/Jane
Length: ~ 7284 words
Author on LJ:
kellifer_ficAuthor Website: AO3
Why this must be read: The thing I like best about this fic is the way kellifer just nails the voice of Tony Stark, which is not easy to do. It's got the trademark witty banter, but it's also got that kind of straight-forward amazed puzzlement at how the rest of the world operates, starting when Tony finds Clint basically living in a conference room at SHIELD because his movements are limited after the helicarrier attack. Tony really doesn't want to get involved, but he also can't leave it alone, so Clint ends up living at Stark Tower. Once you start collecting stray Avengers, well, pretty soon you've got a tower full.
If that's not enough to entice you, the story also has a pet Dalek named Eduardo, a tree house, Hulk slippers, the team in action, and all the joy that comes from Tony accidentally acquiring an extended (albeit strange) family.
"I don't need a toy," Clint says, scooching down lower on the couch that he's basically transferred his conference-room nest to. Tony had given Clint a room but he's pretty sure Clint has yet to move out of the living room. Tony can't really judge, he tends to spend days at a time in his workshop but even he is aware enough to know that this isn't healthy behavior.
"I don't make toys," Tony dismisses. His cell phone rings and he shoves the Dalek onto the couch next to Clint so he can juggle it out of his pocket. He steps away from Clint to talk to his third assistant, once removed or whatever she is and by the time he's able to pry her off the phone it's been fifteen minutes and Clint is holding the Dalek, watching the wheels spin madly and the arm flail. "Look, if you really don't-" Tony starts to say, makes to take it back and tries not to smile when Clint automatically pulls it into the protective curve if his own body.
"No, it's... I mean, it's fine. You can leave it here even though I have no interest in it," Clint says, hesitates and then sets it down on the floor, gives it a careless nudge with his foot, showing how much he doesn't care.
The Dalek nudges his boot in return. "Exterminate?"
"If you really don't want it, that's okay. I was going to strip it for parts," Tony says, makes again to reach down and grab it but Clint's faster, actually getting off the couch so he can snatch it up and cradle it in the crook of his arm.
"No, I, it's good. I'll use it as a doorstop... in my room," Clint says and darts up the stairs into the main part of the house and towards his room. Tony watches him go.
"Jarvis, am I not, indeed, the master?"
"Of all you survey, sir," JARVIS says dryly.
On AO3: life as a tree house
There's also a sequel and some additional related snippets: tree house series. It's also available as a podfic
If you enjoy the story, remember to feedback the author!