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cap_ironman2008-10-06 09:31 pm
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A Brief Request, or Obey The Plaid
(Mods, as always, feel free to drop this sucker if it doesn't fit.)
So funny story. I was headed to lunch today at work, walking down a big crowded hallway and idly futzing with fic ideas, when some portion of my brain piped in with, "You know who would look great in a kilt? Steve."
"Hmm," I thought to myself, and imagined it.
I don't remember much about the next five minutes, as most of my major neural processes were reduced to drooling and going "hur hur hur" to each other.
If anyone feels inspired to draw Steve in a manly Scottish outfit, I will kiss your feet. And probably shriek.
Also and always: Hugs to this fabulous comm!
So funny story. I was headed to lunch today at work, walking down a big crowded hallway and idly futzing with fic ideas, when some portion of my brain piped in with, "You know who would look great in a kilt? Steve."
"Hmm," I thought to myself, and imagined it.
I don't remember much about the next five minutes, as most of my major neural processes were reduced to drooling and going "hur hur hur" to each other.
If anyone feels inspired to draw Steve in a manly Scottish outfit, I will kiss your feet. And probably shriek.
Also and always: Hugs to this fabulous comm!

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(Also, this is what happens when you grow up being hit over the head with just how Irish one half of your family is: my first thought was "But kilts are Scottish! Steve's Irish. D:" Hehe, I'm a dork. And Steve's never seemed very Irish anyway. What kind of off-the-boat Irish family decides to name their kid Steve Rogers [total English name] and only have one kid? He should have had like a bazillion siblings. And an undying love for potatoes.
And now I want to draw Steve saving potatoes from Tony's lab after he decides to use them for dastardly 6th-grade-level-science-fair experiments. Because you know Tony tortures vegetables in his lab in his free time. I blame this train of thought totally on you. Are you prepared for the consequences of just how adorable Captain America saving poor, defenseless veggies may be? Because I'm not even sure if I am.)
Oh man. Not only were the last two paragraphs totally in parentheses, they were about being painfully Irish and torturing vegetables. I think this may be my cue to go to bed before I start raving about what Nick Fury does when he's got days off.
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PLEASE TELL ME. I NEED THIS.
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(And this is me awake and functioning on a normal level of sleep, too. Jesus. I think I need a new brain.)
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I think Nick Fury locks himself in his bathroom on his days off and practices his devastating man-glances in the mirror. And then he works on his off-the-cuff comments for the next week.
And then he invites Val and Dugan over, and the three of them put on fuzzy slippers, and they have their regular movie night. Val brings the beer, and Fury makes popcorn, and Dugan brings pink Hostess Sno-Balls. (One time he forgot them and Fury sulked all the way through Heat.)
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I like really, really want to write crack now about them squabling over what to watch. Because Fury would want The Right Stuff and Val would totally be pulling for First Blood. And then Dugan would pipe up and suggest The Notebook and they'd just glare at him until he suggested something like Terminator just to placate them. And then he'd go home and watch A Walk to Remember.
But alas, I have a paper to write, so no crack at the moment. A paper which I am skillfully avoiding. And by avoiding I mean "putting off until at least after the Colbert Report".
(I bet you Tony and Fury have clandestine movie nights. That no one can ever know about. Because you know they watch things like Saving Private Ryan together and sob through the whole damn thing. And bitch about it not getting the best picture win.)
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