NOW IN AN UPDATED VERSION
This one-shot was developed while I was standing on the open deck of a ferry, listening to music on my headphones and trying not to be seasick. It was also partly written during that time as a distraction.
I have to admit the pairings (Clintasha, Gamora/Peter, StaticQuake & Stucky) are not really surprising, but I have never written anything about these ships so I thought why not? ;)
Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel and neither "Legendary", that belongs to Welshly Arms
Legendary or The flashmob or Shipping a ship on a ship (Part 1)
Song: Lengendary by Welshly Arms
Characters: Clintasha and heaps of cameos
Genre: Romance
AU where Clint has to go on a business trip on a ferry
Clint Barton hated ships. Why his company that had neverending resources made him go from France to England on a ferry and then drive to Scotland was a mystery for him. For fucks sake, there were flights from Paris to Glasgow! But no, he had to take a rental car and drive to Calais. Then take the night ferry to Newcastle. Then take another car and drive up to Glasgow. Then search for a parking space... It sucked! Therefore his mood was incredibly down when he put his dufflebag down in his tiny room. Fortunately he was in one of the upper decks, so at least he had a window. Being bored, he decided to wander around the ship.
After a while, he found his way to the upper deck. The kids downstairs had just been annoying, a British school class apparently, all spoiled little brats that threw their stuff around and wouldn't shut up no matter what the teachers did. Upstairs it was calmer, only very few people were sitting on the plastic chairs or at the round tables that were fixed on the deck. It was a bit windy outside but one could still hear other people talk and had no problems standing straight. He walked over to the rail, mentally calculating how many people would survive if they crashed into an iceberg. It sounded mean and morbid but he was pissed off and couldn't care less. After he had found out that he would probably die in case of an emergency, he looked around.
Watching people had always been a hobby of his, therefore the nickname "Hawkeye". It was also part of the reason why he was such a good reporter, he simply had an eye for interesting situations. Since he had started at S.H.I.E.L.D., he had worked his way up to be one of the most succesful members. Only Maria Hill did top him from time to time, that was why she had got the job as deputy chief editor of the magazine for Society, Home, International Affairs, Entertainment, Lifestyle and Design. Also she was better at following orders. And now sending him to Glasgow to write about an art exhibition. Though he had to admit, those people on the sun deck were interesting. Two teenagers were sitting on plastic chairs, checking messages on their phones. The boy and the girl looked quite similar, probably related, maybe twins. A broad shouldered, blonde man was playing around with a camera, obviously taking photos of a couple consisting of a dark haired pretty young woman, probably partly Asian, and a man with hair the colour of sand, both probably in theirmid-twenties. They were joking and striking "Titanic"-poses. Feeling a bit sad, Clint thought back to the last time he had been with somebody. That had been so long ago, unbelievable! It wasn't as if he didn't want to have someone special in his life, it somehow just didn't happen.
A woman was sitting on one of the tables now, her hair black and red in an ombré-style, arguing with a man who was standing in front of her. At one point he seemed to be lost for words because he decided to shut her up by kissing her senseless.
"Ugh, you're gross!", a male voice suddenly called out to them while the photographer quickly took a snapshot and then looked away, blushing.
Another man was entering the scene, stopping next to the table. His brown hair was swept to the side in this I-don't-give-a-fuck-style that women found so hot and he moved with the confidence of a man who knew that he was attractive. What was most special however was his black metal hand. Or maybe it was just a glove. Or a really good tattoo.
"Okay bro, but could you please piss off now?", the blonde table-guy said, apparently not happy about being disturbed.
His girl simply rolled her eyes, flicking back the black-red hair. For a moment, it seemed as if metal-hand-guy wanted to argue, but then he just shrugged and walked to the side, looking out over the waves. He coud have fooled nearly anybody but Clint recognized the subtle tension in the man's shoulders. Like a wolf before he pounced. Suddenly, a little kid was walking into the scene, putting up what looked like an old-fashioned radio. When Clint took a closer look he saw it was in reality a Bluetooth speaker, connected to the kid's phone. He stood back, looking a bit lost there on the deck in his flower shirt. But then the music started to play and Clint forgot everything else.
Take a look around me
Taking pages from a magazine
Table-guy suddenly got up, taking his girl with him, they were placing themselves in the middle of the sun deck in front of the tables. Clint realized that the photographer had turned and was now filming them. The two teenagers had put their phones away, seeming excited.
Been looking for the answer
Ever since we were seventeen
To his utter surprise, the boy and the girl got up and she shrugged off the scarf she had worn on top of her jacket. Now they were standing in front of the older couple, as if they were a mirror. They even wore the same clothing, black jeans and leather jackets over red shirts of different styles.
You know the truth can be a weapon
To fight this world of ill intentions
Metal-hand-guy had slowly made his way over and stepped now in the middle. He had put off his jacket, now it was obvious he had a whole metal arm. His t-shirt was black, he quite stuck out in the middle.
A new answer to the same question
How many times will you learn the same lesson?
The group moved perfectly in sync, it was amazing. More and more people came and formed an audience around them. Suddenly, someone pushed past Clint. He looked down and straight into the most amazing pair of green eyes he had ever seen. Her hair was crimson red and curly, shining in the evening light. Suddenly, the five performers all froze in pose.
I think they got it all wrong
We just got to hold on
And on, and on, and on
As soon as the redhead started to move, Clint could see nothing else. Her style was so different, more ballett or modern dance than hip-hop and it was reflected in her outfit as well: A short red dress with slits on both sides. Nude shoes that made her look like she was barefoot completed the ensemble.
'Cause we're gonna be legends
Gonna get their attention
What we're doing here ain't just scary
It's about to be legendary
She danced with so much passion it could bring you tears, making you believe every single line. Jumping, twirling, posing - she could do it all to perfection.
Yeah we're gonna be legends
Gonna teach 'em all a lesson
Got this feeling that we're so sweet caring
It's about to be legendary
In a moment, she shredded the illusion of innocence when she was joined by the rest of her crew. Without any effort she switched into their style, still performing to the point but more dirty in a way. It must have been enough to get Clint's fantasies going for at least a month.
This is what we came for
And we couldn't want it anymore
However, the crew was still not complete yet. During the next lines the Titanic-couple joined them, also wearing black and red like the first two couples. It looked amazing, the two black haired women with their rather blonde partners on the outside and the teenagers, the metal dude and the beautiful woman in the middle.
Could never turn back now
Got to leave it all on the floor
Been dreaming of the payoff
Through the struggles and the trade-offs
Write in truth heading on the way up
Tell them the truth but they think it's just made up
They started a mixture between latin and ballroom dance that looked utterly amazing. They were talking with their bodies while they separated and got together again. There was chemistry between three of the couples and a deep warmth between the youngest two members that was touching Clints very soul.
While the beautiful dancer in the dress performed a short pas de deux with her partner, the other women stepped onto the table in the background. Even though he had no right to, Clint was instantly jealous of the close way his dream girl and metal-arm-guy danced. They just looked a bit too cosy for his taste. But It wasn't his business anyway.
'Cause we're gonna be legends
Gonna get their attention
What we're doing here ain't just scary
It's about to be legendary
Everybody caught their breaths when the three jumped down, performing a sommersault each. Their partners caught them with total security and went on throwing them around. The rest of the performance passed in a blurr, changes of style occurred again additionally to several solo parts. While the kids were amazing and also the dark-haired woman that had joined last made you catch your breath when two guys basically catapulted her in the air, his main attention was focussed on a pair of green eyes. During the whole performance he had the feeling she was looking at him from time to time, but that might as well have been his imagination.
Yeah we're gonna be legends
Gonna get their attention
What we're doing here ain't just scary
It's about to be legendary
Yeah we're gonna be legends
Gonna teach 'em all a lesson
Got this feeling that we're so sweet caring
It's about to be legendary
This group didn't have to do a big finale but they did it anyway with moves even more complicated and defined. In the end, seven were all spread out either sitting or standing on or in front of the benches while the angel in the red dress stood on the table, somehow stealing everybody the show. The audience clapped when they assembled and hugged each other and Clint knew two things for sure: He had to meet her and he had his next story.
Slowly, he made his way over but before he was near enough, the red-head turned to the photographer and threw her arms around his neck. He chuckled and lifted the younger woman up. Were they a thing? He had rather expected metal-arm-guy to be her man.
"Hey Nat, I'm getting jealous!", the man in question called over.
The blonde man blushed and put her down again while she just smirked. But instead of making a move at the woman, the dark haired man hugged the photographer. After a moment, they pulled apart and he seemed to whisper something that made them grin like idiots. Then the dancer pulled the other one in and they started to heavily make out.
"Bucky, Steve, stop it you are traumatizing the kids!", the slightly Asian woman called while covering the younger girl's eyes.
Her partner however snuck up on her and suddenly had his hands wrapped around her waist and his chin popped up on her shoulder.
"Oh my goodness you are all so sappy!", the red-head complained, "always showing me what I am missing!"
That was interesting, apparently she didn't have a partner. Clint approached her further.
"Excuse me, but I can't help it. My name is Clint Barton and I am a reporter for S.H.I.E.L.D. You were absolutely amazing and I would love to write an article about you. Would that be alright?"
The woman smiled again in that breathtaking way, then she called out to the others.
"Hey guys, seems we get our publicity after all!"
Originally this was planned as a one-shot but then became a bit longer than I had thought. So I decided it, the next part will come soon!
