I've been on hiatus for a while, playing around with ideas... This is something that I posted once upon a time, before I decided to attempt to delete my account for a trivial reason. I've been reflecting on my writing, and saw that beaver pelts are fashionable right now with mutants... So enjoy?
Disclaimer: If you recognize it, I don't own it.
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"You know, I've been thinking lately, what if we all decided to take over the world together?" Tony asked carelessly as he stretched out on the velvet-coated couch. "We could do it- and I bet Wolvie and Spidey would like some of the action too," He shifted around a bit as his teammates stared at him. "We could do it easily. Maybe Loki would join our cause."
Bruce looked at Tony with a contemplative look etched on his face, his graying bangs swishing over his eyes as he tilted his head. "You know, that might not be a bad idea," The rest of the team, excluding Tony, giving him a look that explicitly states that he's crazy. "As Tony's said, we can do it, and Logan and Peter would like some of the action."
"You've got to be kidding me," Clint groaned, slapping his face into his palm. "Fury has fate on speed dial. He'd find out about it straight away."
Tony stayed silent for a moment or two before he replied. "I'll make you a new bow," He stopped and thought for a moment before continuing. "I'll even get Richards to make you dimension-jumping arrows or something."
"And how are you going to do that?" Natasha intervened, her hands on her hips. "You know that Reed doesn't make weapons for the enemies of America."
"Elementary, dear Sherlock," Tony hauled himself up from the couch and drew himself to Natasha's height, a rather difficult thing, considering his five-foot-nine stature. "I already talked it over with him. He says that if I fund him, he'll be fine with it all."
"Really Tony?" Steve replied, glaring at the smaller man.
"No, not really," Tony admitted after a moment's pause. "I think he will though."
"Nice," Clint drew out, pointing his middle finger at Tony. "Please confirm it next time."
"Okay," Tony mumbled as Clint shook his head as he drifted away from the room, Bruce nudging his side.
"He'll turn around," Bruce detailed as Tony looked at him.
Natasha's phone went nuts in her pocket and she dashed out to answer it. Steve looked after her, shifting from side to side as he fingered the pencil poised in his hand, averting his look from Tony to the doorframe.
"Um," Steve stumbled as the itch in his hand grew worse. "Need to go. Bye," He ran out to go draw the picture forming in his mind.
"Please continue," Tony whispered as the room became vacant.
"Or at least he will once we conquer the world."
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"So you'll make sure I get some beaver pelts to 'chew on' every day as my pay? Are you insane?"
"Many have called me that, my pet wolf. Now, if you'd back away from the knives… Oh. I forgot you could do that… The knives that are built in your hands also have to go away…"