Summary: An Avengers AU where our beloved characters are tortured in a rom-com. Inspired by a fake "Love-Vengers...Actually"-movie poster on tumblr.
Pairings:oh so many. To be exact: In "Love...actually" there are nine pairings of which there will be six in this story because I only used AVengers-characters (and Darcy) from the movie (and that still leads to at least two crack pairings...). I wouldn't want to write them down here because I think (hope...) that part of the fun will be to find the counterparts. Though if you want to know them, just ask.
Warnings: Spoilers for "The Avengers", "Thor" and "Love...actually". Non-beta'd and written by a non-native speaker/writer. Gratuitous attempt at writing in general.
Disclaimer: Neither affiliated with "The Avengers" nor with "Love...actually".
Author's Note: Hi! So...my very first attempt at publishing fanfiction. At first I intended to start five weeks before Christmas (like in "Love...actually") but of course I didn't finish until then thus I will just update at random and hope that it'll end before Christmas. Each chapter is told from another character's POV...I didn't even try to distribute it evenly...hope it will be readable anyway. As I only read a few comics and never a full arc the characters are modelled after the movie. Though it still needs quite some suspension of disbelief (apparently Hill was barely ever on a mission before...yeah, I know). You are warned. Have fun.
Intro:
The new headquarters are almost finished and it has taken only a few months.
Some roads still need paving and everybody is still figuring out the new location of the electrical sockets and the shortest way from one end to the other but over all the organisation is in a good state again.
Of course they wanted to do a competition first.
Of course they wanted some hypermodern, futuristic fuckery.
Of course they wanted something completely different with years of planning and elaborate, award-winning buildings. Of course Stark couldn't keep to himself and suggested to help build the whole thing.
To be honest I take some pride in the fact that everything looks just the way it used to, except a little bit shinier.
It would be bad for morale should we have to work in some makeshift arrangement for years and it would be even worse if we would be reminded for the rest of our careers how our organisation had almost fallen. Don't turn my words against me, no one will forget the agents who lost their life during those fucked up days but only a full-functioning agent is a good agent.
Whenever the state of the world gives me a headache, I like to think of our bridge right after the successful completion of a dangerous mission, when everybody realizes that all agents survived, that nobody else than the intended fuckers are dead and that the goal was achieved.
General opinion has it that our world is a world full of greed and anger and normally I am the first to agree with that but then there are those short moments when we are united in relief and when we are genuinely happy that the idiot who never greets you or the son of a bitch who always leaves the weights in the gym scattered around has survived another day. It's those things that keep me going. And yes, the achievement of my life may have a grim name but sometimes I think they are not only driven by the want to avenge but also by, well, something softer and nicer. Don't make me say it.