Almost 100 reviews!? Awesome! Honestly, I never expected to get more than about twenty, but, then again, I had never expected to write more than fifteen chapters…
Dear Clint,
You up for scaring the hell out of Bruce on his birthday in a few weeks? It's the 22nd, and I was thinking was a post-Halloween, creepy, Hulk-inducing scare. Text me if you're in.
Tony.
Because you're nice, here's some texts that follow this conversation.
Underlined is Tony, Italic is Clint
No thanks; I'm not suicidal yet. Drop the "Hulk-inducing" bit and I'll be fine with it.
Fine. What if we just made him freak out? Like, lock him in one floor of my tower and leave him alone with creepy music playing through the roof?
You probably shouldn't mess with Banner, man.
He can handle it, stop being a chicken. I thought SHIELD agents were fearless.
We are fearless!
Prove it, Feathers. Join the party
...
Come on, please?
...
I'll buy you a new bow for Christmas.
You can't buy my bows, I had to make this one by hand.
Seriously, though, what's it going to take for you to be onboard?
…
I'll do anything.
I'm in.
Awesome.
I have three conditions. Number one, I want Season 4 of Merlin on DVD.
Done.
Number two, I want a hover board. One that flies silently.
That… might take a while, but I'll do it. The third thing?
Get me on a date with Natasha.
…
Those are my conditions, Stark.
…
Fine, if you don't want my help…
No. I'll make it happen.
Brilliant.
If I die doing this, I blame you.
…
…
…
I wonder what your kids would look like.
I'm not sure what I thought of that last part. Anyway, Mark Ruffalo's birthday is the 22nd of November. I'm inviting you to write a fic and upload it on that day. If you post a link in the review section, I'll read it and review it. Should be fun, huh? I'll probably be writing one, maybe.
A review is just a click away.