i keysmash a lot okay
HERE BE high school student with curly hair, Mass Effect, Skyrim, Avengers, art, writing, flailing all over the goddamn place, and lots, and lots, and LOTS of Tony Stark. You've been warned.
Clint stared down at him. He was wearing what appeared to be a massive, lopsided and jewel-encrusted crown, holding a scepter and surrounded by a floating mass of Roombas. “Welcome to the sovereign nation of Bartonia,” he said, with a straight face. “My subjects, the Roombas, the drones and one random mechanical bird thing that I found, and I welcome you, and ask you what the fuck you think you’re doing here, you are seriously a fucking moron.”
“I’m here,” Tony gritted out, “to rescue you, and what kind of fucking attitude is that?.”
“A little short for a storm trooper, aren’t you?” Clint said, arching an eyebrow. He offered Tony a hand.
“Are you wearing a crown? Seriously? Where did you get a- Why are you wearing a crown?” Tony asked, taking it and allowing Clint to help lever him back to his feet.
“Listen, dude, I have learned something about myself today. Mostly, I have learned that if I end up in some sort of alien rubbish dump surrounded by neurotic robots and without a clue as to if I’m ever going to make it home, if I find a crown, I’m putting that bad boy on. There should never be a time when you do not wear a crown. Find a crown, you wear it and declare sovereignty over the vast mechanical wastes.” Clint waved his scepter around a bit, making the Roombas dodge. “Thus, Bartonia.”
I just need to recognize these paragraphs formally somehow.
If someone wants the fic that this came from, I am happy to recommend.
But I need someone to tell the world why I died of laughter and there was this particular fanfiction on my history.
(btw this isn’t mine, in case someone thought that)
