A case in point for my sudden, inexplicable loss of plot-writing ability: here is a fanfic with no plot! (Though as one of my betas said, "Fuck plots! This is a movie tag!")

I wrote a fanfic about free hits, the messy nature of shawarma pitas, Phil Coulson playing both sides, Clint Barton's unsettling lack of modesty, and Tony Stark's underwear. It's gen, which surprised me as much as anyone.

Title: Epilogue
Fandom: Avengers (Movieverse)
Rating: PG-13 (for swears!)
Warning: Spoilers for the film. Also, this is a fixit.
Summary: After the fighting is over, then come the hot baths, ice packs, resurrection from the dead, political maneuvering, and happy endings (not like that, Tony).

( I think I should get a shot, Clint said. )

Fake cut takes you to the fic at Dreamwidth.