Trick or Treat Meme (Or Frea is Bored)

[frea_o]

In honor of All Hallow’s Eve, I’m inviting trick-or-treaters to my ‘door.’ Comment “trick-or-treat” to this post and…well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I’m glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more “houses” to visit the more fun it’ll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!

Stolen from anuna_81. Also, I've enabled anonymous commenting for my Twitter buddies, but if you could let me know who you are, I can tailor your treat—or your trick!—just for you (aka sign your comments if you can!).

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[frea-o.livejournal.com]

This is an outtake from Nobody Puts Dummy in the Corner. I apologize in advance.

Because they had about four hours to kill before extraction could arrive, and Steve had asked for a little alone time—Natasha suspected he just didn’t like others to see him in pain—they headed into Istanbul to play tourist for a couple of hours. Natasha enjoyed these interludes more than she let on: Clint got a kick out of taking on a persona, whether it was an “ugly American” or a local, and he could usually goad her into playing along.

Today, they were tourists. Cliff and Nadine Wurst (because he made a bad pun about falafel and she called him “the Worst,” he said), enjoying an exotic trip to Turkey as a way to get away from their native Des Moines. It meant Midwestern accents and a lot of gawking, as though they weren’t armed to the teeth and terrifying besides.

Tourism meant wandering through the Hagia Sophia (and trying not to laugh at the pitiful security) and the Blue Mosque. It meant street vendors and containing her laughter at the way Clint wrinkled his nose at her ayran. It meant buying gaudy things as a joke for Coulson, who would give them a pained look because he would feel obligated to display them in his office. Manners, Natasha had always told him, would be the end of him.

They headed to the Grand Bazaar with that goal in mind, which was one of the greatest shopping meccas in the world, so Natasha didn’t mind. She browsed the stalls until she heard, “Oh, that’s perfect,” from Clint.

He held a small red fez with a golden tassel in his hands.

“Uh, that’s a bit small for Coulson, don’t you think?”

Clint grinned. “It’s not for Coulson.”

“Don’t you think we’ve got enough clothes around the Tower for when one of us gets de-aged?” Natasha asked, for that unfortunate scenario happened more often than any of the Avengers wanted to admit.

“Oh, probably,” Clint said, and paid for the fez.

They bought Coulson a sequined street-air painting of the Hagia Sophia, and some beautiful scarves for Pepper, and some of the local cuisine to take back for Thor because he was always curious about other cultures in Midgard. For Steve, they found the Turkish version of his shield, and a tiny Turkish Iron Man action figure for Tony. For Bruce, they bought coffee beans, as the man inexplicably adored Turkish coffee. Natasha stopped by an electronics stall while Clint was off haggling over some local-made arrows.

It wasn’t until they arrived back and Dummy, as ever, found her outside her room, that Natasha figured out who the fez was for.

She smiled at Clint, who trailed after the robot, as she petted Dummy on his armature. “Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

“What? He looks fantastic.”

“Yes, he does,” Natasha said, and Dummy preened.

[andersenmom.livejournal.com]

THAT is brilliant. Absolutely.

[frea-o.livejournal.com]

Thank you! I'm imagining Tony getting de-aged the next week and a tiny Tony Stark running around with a fez while Natasha, whom the others decided should have to babysit this time, as she was in Kuala Lumpur for the time they had to deal with toddler!Bruce and the Rottweiler-sized Hulk, chases him about.

Dummy, of course, is sulking in a corner because Tony stole his hat.

[andersenmom.livejournal.com]

I totally want to read that. Totally. Like. Yes. Please.

[anuna-81.livejournal.com]

ZOMG ATEHGKKGHSFFDGFHGJJHKJJJHDFGSFDDFSGHHG !!!!!1

I love that! Why didn't I read this yet!!!! This must be rectified ASAP. Bad me!!!! I love the level of mutual comfort here - all of this feels like they've been together for years and been doing this for years and it's fun.

Coulson and his manners and action figures and TURKISH COFFEE (not only a brand of coffee but also a way to make it - best way!) - ALL OF IT - i just LOVE it. <3333333333!!!!!!!!

Now I have to know more about Dummy.

[frea-o.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, the original fic is here if you haven't read it. It's Clint/Tasha being partners more than romantic (I saved that for my Woman in the Crosshairs story) partners, though if you want to read it that way, you can. The original has the whole team.

And I've never had Turkish coffee, though my friend assures me it is THE BEST coffee. We debated if Bruce would have the equipment to make it, and figured he would. I'm glad you enjoyed your treat! :) I enjoy a good keyboard smashing comment, so yay!

[anuna-81.livejournal.com]

I'm sure I'll enjoy it, because you have fantastic team! voice. :D :D

Also, I'm in a bit of hurry right now - but if you want me to tell you how to make turkish coffee, I can do that. If you have the ground coffee (not beans) all you really need is a coffee pot. and yes, THE BEST COFFEE, PERIOD.