So, since I have extremely terrible writer's block on my Captain story, and because I've been meaning to put this story up anyway, and also because my laptop has a virus so I can't put up the chapter of For the Love of the Captain that I did have finished; I decided to make this. Just a bunch of random days in the life of Bruce and Mel.
This first one was actually the little drabble that spawned Beauty is a Beast, and was written while on an airplane headed to Disneyland. If it seems weird or strange, well, I hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours.
Enjoy!
"Oh dear God," Natasha muttered as she watched Bruce Banner replaced by the 'other guy.' "I just bought that lamp," she added as her lamp was thrown against a wall and smashed to pieces. Clint chuckled.
"I told Stark not to do that," Steve said. Natasha and Clint shook their heads, fighting smiles.
"That's probably why he did it," Natasha said. Steve sighed.
"Where is Melanie when you need her?" Clint mused, scratching his chin.
"Right here!" called a smooth, sweet voice. The three superheros turned to see their savior, a tall, tanned supermodel-type blonde with light blue eyes. Her hair was pulled back in a bun, though strands of gold hair had fallen out and hung down, framing her face; and she was wearing a black tank top, rainbow tutu, rainbow suspenders, spankees, and six-inch stilletto heels. She smiled. "I got this, guys."
"Love the outfit!" Tony called from the other end of the room. Melanie smiled.
"Thank you!" she yelled back, and strutted over to the Hulk, who was fighting with Thor. "Bruce, hun I know you can hear me," she said soothingly, stepping between him and Thor. She held her hands out to him, palms up. "Please calm down. And you'd better set down my laptop nice and getle, or I'll kill you, and no amount of gamma radiation will save you from me, mister."
Hulk tilted his head, and lowered the laptop. Melanie took it, smiling, and set it to the sie so she could take one of his hands in both of her own. "Now, don't crush me," she said, jumping up to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss his cheek.
"Oh, one more thing. You owe me a new x-box."
So, I'll be updating this whenever inspiration has struck and given me a brilliant idea. I'll try to get at least one chapter up a week, but we all know how that goes for me...
In other news, my Thanksgiving turkey weighs 35 pounds. It was one we raised. We usually get 15 pound turkeys. And there are two less people this year at my house who can eat the turkey. I don't know what we're going to do with all that meat.