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Sum
Title: Sum
Summary: They're more than the sum of their parts
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femslash100
Fandom: The Avengers (mentions Iron Man 2)
Pairing: Natasha/Pepper
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 300 (three 100-word drabbles)
Natasha loves strong women - women who can hold their own. Honestly, she can appreciate anybody who can spar (verbally or physically or hell, even both), but there's something different about those kinds of women.
They bust through stereotypes.
They don't back down... until they realize a situation is in-salvageable. The one with bravado will fight to the end (honorable) and the ones with more smarts than muscles will pull back to analyze.
And at the end of they day, they're just soft. Curves and soft skin and femininity and just something more than the solid angles of her teammates.
Pepper isn't sure when it happened... when Tony's shine dulled, when his middle-of-the-night ideas became more nuisance than brilliance.
When the Black Widow became so damn... appealing.
But it did and she did, and it's hard for her to place the turning point.
She didn't know, once upon a time, that the redhead manning a desk at Stark Enterprises was an undercover agent. She didn't realized Natasha was always there, helping her keep the business afloat as Tony spiraled through layer and layer of self-destruction.
Now she knows, and she's enthralled. She's needed. She's... special. And most important, an equal.
Natasha has secrets: hers, Peppers, SHIELD's. Natasha is deadly; everything is a potential weapon. Natasha is... delicious, warm, loyal to a fault. She talks her way around the Trickster God. She flies alien vehicles. She battles alongside superheroes day in and day out. She's a killer.
Pepper is open: brutally honest, clever, demanding. Her mind is always moving and analyzing and planning - a side-effect of being around Tony for so long. She's a die-hard businesswoman.
Together... they are more than the sum of their parts. They are skin, soft sighs, whispers in the dark. They're themselves.
And nothing more.
Summary: They're more than the sum of their parts
Community:
femslash100 Fandom: The Avengers (mentions Iron Man 2)
Pairing: Natasha/Pepper
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 300 (three 100-word drabbles)
Natasha loves strong women - women who can hold their own. Honestly, she can appreciate anybody who can spar (verbally or physically or hell, even both), but there's something different about those kinds of women.
They bust through stereotypes.
They don't back down... until they realize a situation is in-salvageable. The one with bravado will fight to the end (honorable) and the ones with more smarts than muscles will pull back to analyze.
And at the end of they day, they're just soft. Curves and soft skin and femininity and just something more than the solid angles of her teammates.
Pepper isn't sure when it happened... when Tony's shine dulled, when his middle-of-the-night ideas became more nuisance than brilliance.
When the Black Widow became so damn... appealing.
But it did and she did, and it's hard for her to place the turning point.
She didn't know, once upon a time, that the redhead manning a desk at Stark Enterprises was an undercover agent. She didn't realized Natasha was always there, helping her keep the business afloat as Tony spiraled through layer and layer of self-destruction.
Now she knows, and she's enthralled. She's needed. She's... special. And most important, an equal.
Natasha has secrets: hers, Peppers, SHIELD's. Natasha is deadly; everything is a potential weapon. Natasha is... delicious, warm, loyal to a fault. She talks her way around the Trickster God. She flies alien vehicles. She battles alongside superheroes day in and day out. She's a killer.
Pepper is open: brutally honest, clever, demanding. Her mind is always moving and analyzing and planning - a side-effect of being around Tony for so long. She's a die-hard businesswoman.
Together... they are more than the sum of their parts. They are skin, soft sighs, whispers in the dark. They're themselves.
And nothing more.
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It just needed to happen!
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I love your writing style. The words you use, the tone you set, the allowance for the reader's ability to fill in what isn't implicitly said... It's very satisfying!
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