FIC Stick It!
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shanachie_quillTitle: Stick It!
Characters: Natasha Romanov/Clint Barton (implied), Tony Stark, JARVIS
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Series:
Written For: irishjeeper, illfindmyway, whogeek
Prompt: Clint and Natasha knitting
Summary: Clint and Natasha relax in the Tower.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None really
Warnings: Clint and Tasha are scary, Tony is freaked out, normal things are weapons
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Author's Note: I am not a knitter or crocheter. Thankfully I have friends who are. I don’t remember what exactly started this conversation, but I know it was an on-going discussion during one of our marathon emails the other day. Or well a few weeks ago. This was just jotted down and then corrected and named by my wonderful ladies!
Tony came to an abrupt halt halfway across the floor, reversed his trajectory and turned to stare at the two assassins sitting on the couch. “JARVIS?” he asked in a whisper. “What are the terror twins doing?”
“I believe Agents Romanov and Barton are relaxing, Sir,” JARVIS answered in his normal voice.
Tony looked at the two former SHIELD agents again. Natasha was seated on the couch, her hands moving swiftly as she manipulated the yarn on the circular needles she held. The archer had taken the high point (in this case the back of the couch) and was methodically working away with one hook on his own project. Both of them had looked up in eerie unison when JARVIS spoke. Neither of them spoke, but continued to work as they stared at Tony.
“Cause that’s not creepy. At all,” Tony said after a minute.
Natasha’s glare went up a notch and she spat something in Russian.
JARVIS commented, “Agent Romanov would like you to understand that this is quiet time, Sir, and if you cannot obey the rules you need to please remove yourself from their vicinity.”
“But it’s my Tower!” Tony whined.
One of Natasha’s hands paused in her work, reaching up to the stick anchoring her hair in a bun. A moment later something embedded itself in the wall behind Tony, just missing him.
“Was that a knitting needle?” Tony yelped.
“Sir, I suggest vacating the area before Agent Romanov throws a more lethal projectile at you.”
Tony stalked from the room, muttering under his breath.
“Agents, I suggest you be warned that Sir will be most inquisitive about your actions over the next few days,” JARVIS warned.
“No worries, J,” Clint said as he finished off the glove he’d been working on. “We can handle the fancy pants playboy.” He nudged Natasha. “How’s the blanket coming?”
“Almost finished,” she answered. “I should have a stack ready to take to the shelter by this weekend.”
He nodded as he tossed the glove into the basket by their side. “Well, that’s the last of my yarn. Hopefully that’s enough to keep Sister Mary Rose in gloves and hats for a while.”
“She should be satisfied,” Natasha agreed. “Shall we take a trip down tomorrow?”
Clint rolled off the back of the couch, continuing his tumble until he was upright again. “That’s fine. Chinese for dinner? Or Thai?”
“Indian? From that place…”
“On 52nd Street, I know,” he finished. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I'll help you clean up when I get back.”
As Clint left the room, Natasha folded her legs up under her and picked up the pieces of the blanket she needed to finish. The reason they’d had to learn to knit and crochet wasn’t one either of them particularly liked to remember, but they both found the actual actions relaxing and it was a way they could assist the shelter near Clint’s apartment building. Besides they’d both discovered the needles and hooks made fine weapons. By the time he returned with dinner, she should have finished with the blanket and they’d make a run to the shelter in the morning. Meanwhile, they’d take an hour and work out this evening.
The pattern of what Clint is crocheting
Natasha’s blanket
The Indian place Clint is referring to. I’ve never eaten at this one, but I have had Indian in Midtown Manhattan
Characters: Natasha Romanov/Clint Barton (implied), Tony Stark, JARVIS
Fandom: Avengers 2012
Series:
Written For: irishjeeper, illfindmyway, whogeek
Prompt: Clint and Natasha knitting
Summary: Clint and Natasha relax in the Tower.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None really
Warnings: Clint and Tasha are scary, Tony is freaked out, normal things are weapons
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me. Not making any money off this.
Author's Note: I am not a knitter or crocheter. Thankfully I have friends who are. I don’t remember what exactly started this conversation, but I know it was an on-going discussion during one of our marathon emails the other day. Or well a few weeks ago. This was just jotted down and then corrected and named by my wonderful ladies!
Tony came to an abrupt halt halfway across the floor, reversed his trajectory and turned to stare at the two assassins sitting on the couch. “JARVIS?” he asked in a whisper. “What are the terror twins doing?”
“I believe Agents Romanov and Barton are relaxing, Sir,” JARVIS answered in his normal voice.
Tony looked at the two former SHIELD agents again. Natasha was seated on the couch, her hands moving swiftly as she manipulated the yarn on the circular needles she held. The archer had taken the high point (in this case the back of the couch) and was methodically working away with one hook on his own project. Both of them had looked up in eerie unison when JARVIS spoke. Neither of them spoke, but continued to work as they stared at Tony.
“Cause that’s not creepy. At all,” Tony said after a minute.
Natasha’s glare went up a notch and she spat something in Russian.
JARVIS commented, “Agent Romanov would like you to understand that this is quiet time, Sir, and if you cannot obey the rules you need to please remove yourself from their vicinity.”
“But it’s my Tower!” Tony whined.
One of Natasha’s hands paused in her work, reaching up to the stick anchoring her hair in a bun. A moment later something embedded itself in the wall behind Tony, just missing him.
“Was that a knitting needle?” Tony yelped.
“Sir, I suggest vacating the area before Agent Romanov throws a more lethal projectile at you.”
Tony stalked from the room, muttering under his breath.
“Agents, I suggest you be warned that Sir will be most inquisitive about your actions over the next few days,” JARVIS warned.
“No worries, J,” Clint said as he finished off the glove he’d been working on. “We can handle the fancy pants playboy.” He nudged Natasha. “How’s the blanket coming?”
“Almost finished,” she answered. “I should have a stack ready to take to the shelter by this weekend.”
He nodded as he tossed the glove into the basket by their side. “Well, that’s the last of my yarn. Hopefully that’s enough to keep Sister Mary Rose in gloves and hats for a while.”
“She should be satisfied,” Natasha agreed. “Shall we take a trip down tomorrow?”
Clint rolled off the back of the couch, continuing his tumble until he was upright again. “That’s fine. Chinese for dinner? Or Thai?”
“Indian? From that place…”
“On 52nd Street, I know,” he finished. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "I'll help you clean up when I get back.”
As Clint left the room, Natasha folded her legs up under her and picked up the pieces of the blanket she needed to finish. The reason they’d had to learn to knit and crochet wasn’t one either of them particularly liked to remember, but they both found the actual actions relaxing and it was a way they could assist the shelter near Clint’s apartment building. Besides they’d both discovered the needles and hooks made fine weapons. By the time he returned with dinner, she should have finished with the blanket and they’d make a run to the shelter in the morning. Meanwhile, they’d take an hour and work out this evening.
The pattern of what Clint is crocheting
Natasha’s blanket
The Indian place Clint is referring to. I’ve never eaten at this one, but I have had Indian in Midtown Manhattan
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