copperbadge: I do kind of want to write a fic now where Tony is trying to explain stock options to Clint. copperbadge: “Take me through it one more time.“ "Clint it’s so simple.“ "Your stock is IMAGINARY.” “All stock is imaginary!” scifigrl47: “WHY ARE YOU PAYING MONEY FOR IMAGINARY THINGS?” copperbadge: “People pay ME money for imaginary things!“ “You are a con man.“ "I AM A TITAN OF INDUSTRY!” scifigrl47: “A conman with a COLLEGE DEGREE.” copperbadge: “Does Pepper know your company is based on a lie?“ "Pepper owns 24% of the lie!" copperbadge: Meanwhile, Steve is like "THIS! THIS is why half the country was unemployed when I was a child!"
Money is imaginary too, so I guess it evens out
Yeah, but you can’t just dump an idea like “money is also imaginary” on a guy like Clint, that’ll mess him up! You gotta ease into that kind of thing or you’re liable to get yourself a supervillain.
*blinks slowly* We need Supervillain Clint now.
Commie anarchist anti-currency supervillain Clint Barton would be amazing, let’s not lie.
My favourite villain Clint is Life of Crime Clint. He’s not a communist, but everyone still needs to go read its sex-positive, deaf-rep, super-snarky goodness. Go!
SOMETIMES I am just like, look. Kate has literally never met the Clint that Clint is when he isn’t depressed and self-destructive. That guy wore head to toe purple, occasionally a miniskirt, lived to sass the fuck out of Captain America, only needs about six hours of sleep and if he isn’t talking, he’s singing. He’s fun. He would take mirror selfies and say hell yes to matching tattoos,
Clint’s been dead, he’s been a murderous spider, this probably wouldn’t even make the top five on his ‘oh Fuck no’ list. Mostly I think he’d just be super totally 100% over it.
Happy Halloween, bros. 😀
True story: @intosnarkness has this on a t-shirt, which she wore when we me Matt Fraction. Yes, we, I was standing right there like “… Hi.” and snarkness says, ‘She drew my shirt.’ (she is, inherently, a shit-disturber. I love that about her.)
but then! Matt Fraction – who is a perfect human being, I would saddle my horse and follow him into battle – says, “oh! That is a story! Like.. Clint and Kate get sucked into a fairytale dimension or something, and Clint is a centaur and Kate is a pixie, NO–”
(he’s not even making eye contact anymore, he’s got to be seeing it in his head)
“–Kate is a HARPY, and she’s like DON’T. EVEN. START.”