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Fractures Emanating by Harcourt
Fandom: AVENGERS (2012)
Pairing: none
Length: 31,366
Author on LJ: no
Author Website: AO3 Dash
Why this must be read: Because her dialogue is pitch-perfect, the team dynamics are fantastic, and she does a fantastic job of dealing both with disability and trauma recovery--not easy topics. This story is hard to read in all the best ways, and because of that, doubly rewarding.
He takes a deep breath and says, "Do I smell coffee? Now that's a real asshole move." Clint talks to himself, off and on. Muttered rambling, the odd nonsequitor, fragments of thoughts that Bruce thinks he doesn't know he's saying out loud.
Tony says, "You bet you do. The best coffee. The coffee you make fun of, let me add." He pulls a chair up and Clint starts at the vibration when it scrapes across the floor. "Well, the coffee machine you make fun of, anyway."
Clint's hands are on the edge of the blanket. His mouth pulls in a strange expression Bruce can't read, and then he carefully reaches to feel the pillow under his head. His breath accelerates, but it's not the same panic from earlier.
"Cozy, right?" Tony says, and sips his coffee. Clint swallows hard. Makes a soft, scared noise in the back of his throat, and starts to scramble up. Tony stops him, then nearly spills coffee over them both when it turns into an awkward struggle, Tony trying to balance his mug in one hand and keep Clint from falling out of bed with the other.
Thor starts to step in just as Clint ducks and somehow slides under Tony's arm, to pitch against him, falling against his chest with a soft groan.
Bruce and Steve are on their feet as Tony says, "Clint? Damn it--" just as Clint grabs at his T-shirt and says,
"Oh god. Oh god."
To his credit, Tony stands absolutely still as Clint clings to his shirt with one hand and presses the other to his chest, feeling the edges of the arc reactor with shaking fingers. "It's not," Clint says, shaking his head even though he won't let go either. "It's not. It isn't."
Fractures Emanating
Pairing: none
Length: 31,366
Author on LJ: no
Author Website: AO3 Dash
Why this must be read: Because her dialogue is pitch-perfect, the team dynamics are fantastic, and she does a fantastic job of dealing both with disability and trauma recovery--not easy topics. This story is hard to read in all the best ways, and because of that, doubly rewarding.
He takes a deep breath and says, "Do I smell coffee? Now that's a real asshole move." Clint talks to himself, off and on. Muttered rambling, the odd nonsequitor, fragments of thoughts that Bruce thinks he doesn't know he's saying out loud.
Tony says, "You bet you do. The best coffee. The coffee you make fun of, let me add." He pulls a chair up and Clint starts at the vibration when it scrapes across the floor. "Well, the coffee machine you make fun of, anyway."
Clint's hands are on the edge of the blanket. His mouth pulls in a strange expression Bruce can't read, and then he carefully reaches to feel the pillow under his head. His breath accelerates, but it's not the same panic from earlier.
"Cozy, right?" Tony says, and sips his coffee. Clint swallows hard. Makes a soft, scared noise in the back of his throat, and starts to scramble up. Tony stops him, then nearly spills coffee over them both when it turns into an awkward struggle, Tony trying to balance his mug in one hand and keep Clint from falling out of bed with the other.
Thor starts to step in just as Clint ducks and somehow slides under Tony's arm, to pitch against him, falling against his chest with a soft groan.
Bruce and Steve are on their feet as Tony says, "Clint? Damn it--" just as Clint grabs at his T-shirt and says,
"Oh god. Oh god."
To his credit, Tony stands absolutely still as Clint clings to his shirt with one hand and presses the other to his chest, feeling the edges of the arc reactor with shaking fingers. "It's not," Clint says, shaking his head even though he won't let go either. "It's not. It isn't."
Fractures Emanating
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