A.N: WE FINALLY REACHED 30 FOLLOWERS AND 15 FAVORITES! WO-HOO! Alright, alright, so here's an update! :D I wasn't able to type because I haven't been sleeping recently (nightmares)(thank you to zodiacdragon97, awesome science bros dream, I totally didn't wake up until 1 PM) and lack of inspiration and will (I'm a very lazy girl) and not to forget my tower of homeworks and projects, so yeah.
Post U Later: THAT'S THE POINT. Since everyone was busy with how Pepper's going to react, Imma gonna put it at the top. I love making OOC Clint. He's like, the guy you all want to prank. I took his reactions and stuff from myself. Ha ha, go RDJ! :DDD
ashleykhl: He's kawaii not idiot-ic. :P
the pH alchemist: THAT'S THE WHOLE POINT. HE'S THE JESTER OF THIS FANFICTION.
Guest: Um, I'm sorry, the movie is named "Kiss Kiss Bang Bang". It is bound to have a gay scene. And yes, everybody loves Hawkeye. He's funny.
geiz: I dunno, just thought that I will do the same thing if RDJ signs my dollar bill. IT'S TOO PRECIOUS. She's more of an MCU fan. :T E-eh..?! I-I'm not sure about that, it's not really THAT good enough... S-So... yeah.
CatchingSparks: HIGH SCHOOL SUCKS. I have too many projects and homework. Ugh. And we're finally learning about programming! WOOT WOOT. Biology is not really that hard, just make up weird words... OR draw when the teacher explains. It works for me. The point is not confessing? ._. Yes, I'm making Clint the JOKER! Ha ha ha!
Oh for people who doesn't like the kissing scene, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang is a real movie. Mark isn't the real actor, I just wanted to make Mark Ruffalo had other connections with RDJ besides Avengers and Zodiac. He's playing as Gay Perry (used to be Gay, but the name sticks so well) and Tony is playing as Harry. I'm sorry if the movie scenes moved to fast, but usually if you have all the sets, the movie taking usually only takes several months. The one that took a long time was the scene, POV choosing and editing. SO yeah. Don't blame me.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN AVENGERS. (Psst, Chris Hamsworth is in Indonesia, Me gonna go there this week... Maybe stalking him. *evil laugh*)
"YOU DID WHAT?!" shouted Pepper over the phone. Tony winced as he rubbed his ear away from the pain (not like it worked or anything). "Look, I panicked, I didn't know what to do," explained Tony.
"So you want me to pick up all your crap and stuff?"
"Aww, c'mon Pep! It's not that bad,"
"It's not that bad?!" shouted Pepper through the phone again, Tony winced, one day he's going to be deaf because of Pepper. She's like her life and death at the same time. "You told Mark that you're going to make an album? Do you EVEN know how hard to make an album? Do you know how much time, money and energy we need to spend to make that God damned album? Not to forget your movies, audition for Iron Man, your attempts on keeping your secret identity secret, yes I know about your encounter with Clint, he told me all about it when I came to pick things up at the tower, and not to forget your duty as an Avenger. The director has been complaining about you not being there and I held him out for you thinking about how much trouble you've put yourself into and here you are making more trouble! And you're not even thinking about how much your 'misadventures' would lead me to!" Tony gulped, "Now that you've put it like that, it is bad," Tony replied, "Bad? It IS THAT BAD! Do you even know how much trouble and pain you've put me into?"
Tony sighed, "Sorry Pep, I didn't mean to. I just, I don't want to see Mark disappointed at me because I lied to him, I've seen enough disappointment through out my childhood Pep, I just… I don't want to see another," admitted Tony. There was this long and awkward silent before he heard a small sigh from the other side, "Fine, just don't make more trouble okay Tony?" Tony nodded, "Yeah" "Good, I'll set up the stuffs then, you just sit tight and relax, okay? And this one is ONLY for Mark, get it?" "Okay,"
The guard fell to his knees. Mark's got his own pistol, Tony the revolver and no one is in a particularly good mood.
"Tell me where Harmony is," demanded Mark as he pointed his gun at the guard. The guard only gave a small smirk before saying a small "fuck you, Mary". Mark shook his head, "Uh-oh. Pal, you don't get it. This ain't good cop, bad cop. This is Fag and New Yorker; you're in deep trouble," there was this sullen silence before Mark continued his words, "For Chrissake, what are you protecting? It's over. Finish. Dexter's going down," Mark started ticking off items on his fingers before continuing his words, " I know about Ronnie's lawsuit, I know Dexter was facing ruin, and killing her wouldn't fix it. I know he switched daughters, which, God help us, actually DID work, at least until last week—"and Tony has to chimed in, being the little piece of shit he was.
"Yeah, what happened, that he had to kill her?" Mark looked at Tony with a death glare. He gave a small sigh, trying to restrain himself.
"Harry. You wanna put a sock in it?"
"I'm just asking—"
"You don't ask questions, now it looks like I'm guessing, we don't know shit!" barked Mark at Tony. Tony raised his hands in a defensive yet a total 'I gave up' position.
"Right, right. Sorry,"
"And for the record, it was Ronnie's old boyfriend. Guy flying in from Paris, remember?" Mark looked at his prisoner with a grim smirk on his face, "Am I right?" The ungrateful son of a bitch only said "fuck you" to Mark. Not saying a yes or no. Mark lifted one of his eyebrows and said, "Exactly! Dexter decided to cut and run. Killed Ronnie, threw a dress on her. Faked a kidnap, dumped the body and walked away clean. Except for one thing."
"Underpants," Tony answered, a small blush on his face.
"One lousy pair of cotton undies. Pretty funny huh?" Mark chuckled, "I'm gonna break your nose now," true to his words, Mark palmed the gun and slams it home. Mark cocks the gun and stared at the guard.
"Picture… a bullet inside your head, chief. Right here, right now," the guard stared at Mark with the same intensity he used on Tony.
"Fuck you," he said before he spitted blood. "And anyway, that's ambiguous,"
Mark's eyes widened, "Excuse me? How is that ambiguous?"
"I think he means that when you say, "Picture it inside your head;" okay, is that, a bullet will BE inside your head, or is it, picture it in your head, like, form an IMAGE, see what I'm saying?" Tony said followed with a wink at Mark.
"Will you shut up?" Mark snapped.
"Look. I don't know about a girl, seriously," chimed the guard.
"Yeah, yeah—you know what, the hell with this guy. Step aside." Tony, galvanized, comes forward. He dumps all five slugs from his revolver, replaces a SINGLE BULLET in the cylinder and spins it. He stepped past Mark and kneeled in front of the guard before he said, "The girl. Harmony. WHERE IS HE?" Mark frowned, "What the hell are you doing?"
Tony only winked at Perry before he leveled the gun. "You wanna play hardball? Huh? FINE. I can do that. Where. Is. THE GIRL?" Tony said rather impatient. He pulled the trigger, CLICK-!
EXCEPT it doesn't go click.
Just like that. Bang-! He's wearing the guy. Gunshot echoing on the breeze. Mark stared at the corpse, topples sideways, with a blank face. Tony stared at the corpse wide eyed. There was an awkward silence before Mark spoke up.
"What did you just do?"
"No, that… that wasn't supposed to… I only put one, one bullet—"
"You put a LIVE ROUND in that gun?" Mark barked at Tony.
"I never meant to… There was like, an eight percent chance, I just figured—"
"Eight percent," Mark repeated.
Tony shrugged, the stressed out look still on his face, "Well, maybe more…" he said, barely a whisper.
"Eight per—WHO THE HELL TAUGHT YOU MATH?!" Abruptly, Mark's cell phone started to ring, snapping them back to reality.
"WHAT?" Mark said through the phone.
"Perry, hi. It's me!" said Michelle happily through the phone.
"Where the hell are you?!"
"At home,"
"At… At home?" Mark's eyes widened. So everything for nothing?
"Cut! Great job guys!" said Shane. Tony looked at the guy who played as the guard, giving him a hand. "You okay dude?" he asked, the guy smiled at Tony, taking his hand and pulling himself up, "Yeah, thanks Robert, catch ya later," the man said before he left the set.
He turned back to see Michelle and Mark talking together. Seeing that Robert has finally finished his business, Mark lifted his hands, calling Robert to join them. Tony obliged and walked to their small group.
"So, how's your album going?" asked Mark. Tony swallowed his saliva, "Well I—""WHAT YOU'RE MAKING AN ALBUM ROBERT?" shouted Michelle. 'Oh God, not again,' thought Tony.
"Yeah, he's making an album!" said Mark. 'Oh shit, don't encourage her Mark!"
"This is such a hot juicy information! I am so going to tell the press all about it!" exclaimed Michelle. "Wait, what?" Tony's eyes widened, 'no. NO. Hell fucking no!' "Yeah! Am so totally going to do it, don't you know sharing your deepest darkest secrets will have a good impact at the ones who gave them out, in this case; me! I'm so totally going to share it when the press is here!" and Michelle left the scene with a bright smile on his face.
'WHAT HAVE I DONE?'
Natasha was watching the TV; How I Met Your Mother ("It's nice," commented Natasha) when suddenly the show got interrupted by some gossip news or something like that. Natasha rolled her eyes, "Clint, your stupid celebrity gossip is here," called Natasha and in a zap, the amazing Hawk-eye sat in front of the TV. Clint looked at the TV, seeing that it was Michelle Monaghan, Clint was tempted to tell Natasha to change the show, because hey they're not worthy of watching. No one was worthy to be watched except Robert Downey Jr. That was until the reporter said something.
"Is there anything you wanted to share about your partners?" Michelle smiled brightly, "Oh yes I do! Well, there's this thing that Robert Downey Jr. wanted to hide; it's that he's making an album! It's no ordinary album, it's a music album. Bet it's going to be interesting huh?" Michelle said with a wink.
Clint's jaw dropped. What the fuck? "What the fuck?" It was only moments later that he started squealing (manly squeal thank you!) He walked towards Natasha and shook her shoulder vigorously, "DID YOU HEAR THAT NAT?! DID YOU?! ROBERT DOWNEY JR IS MAKING AN ALBUM! I'M SO GOING TO GET MY HANDS ON IT! I'M GOING TO HAVE IT! I DON'T CARE IF I HAVE TO SELL MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL, I NEED IT!" shouted Clint. Natasha felt like puking (both because of the shake and Clint's OOC-ness). Clint finally let her go when he calmed himself and left the room.
Ever since that day, Natasha learned one thing: Never to fight a group of fans (be it fan girls or fan boys), they're all deadly; even much more deadly than her Widow's Bite. Talking about Widow's Bite, Natasha looked around the room. Stark promised that he will do some modifications with her Widow's Bite, making it more deadly. "Where is he?" muttered Natasha.
I'm going to go and cry about what monstrosity I have made. QuQ
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